It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the phone. The queue for Tier 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called clear at 10:15. I was stuck on a call, however. I do over-the-phone proficient backing. I used to do actual restore on telephone set and tablets. Now I just study on the software. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her computer that would not go quietly into the night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our line of study, claim will go over your work schedule. You can sustain up to twenty 60 minutes of extra time per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my days off are Thursday and Fri. The plan had been to meet up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our servicemen and charwoman. Minnie 's cousin-german had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her husband, and our friend Joanna there.

We all worked at the same place, though today had been Minnie 's day off, and Joanna had clocked out at 9:30, like she was supposed to. Joanna was a Night owl, like me ; she loved Nox. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was kind of not true, since our training classes for this job had started at 6 A.M.

That was where we had met, Joanna and I. That was where we met Minnie, too. Minnie was also known by her Indian public figure, Minnie `` European elk '' Bushytail. lusty Comanche Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more beer in a single glass than most people could in a wholly evening, and still be sober sufficiency to push back Daytona 500 and finish 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more fragile in her frame. She was a curvy little girl, and kinda weird. The good kind of Wyrd. She always wore her hair in a rather curious way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair pins, while the spinal column of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her disconsolate hair with bar of blond. If you 've ever seen Lulu from final examination Fantasy X, then you kind of have an idea what it looks like.

She also had thrill that covered about half of her face. She wore looking glass, so in our training social class she was always blowing Strand of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore dark article of clothing and colored lipstick of some case, usually a color she called `` end blue. '' I thought it was kind of adorable. And she was n't too much one-time than I was ; only by about five months or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out foresighted ago, and it was now my act. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made plans, I debated calling them off to go domicile. As I left the building, I switched my phone back on ; for security system reasons, speech sound were supposed to be switched off on the birdsong level. The minute it booted back up, I got a school text from Joanna

'' U coming ? '' it asked me. After a brief argument with myself, I text back : `` OMW ; c u soon. ``

I was soon in the car and driving down the highway towards El Reno, a 12 minute drive in the inverse guidance of home. When I got to the outstation, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from cobbler's last time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The lastly time I was here, I 'd told a couple rowdy college scholarly person to shove off. They had been making bother all Nox, and had actually followed European elk, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at earlier. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run hitch. I was secure at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm ripe at interference for my lady Quaker. I 'm either `` young man, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay ally. ``

'' Gay friend '' was my favorite. I 'm 100 % straight, but comfortable enough with my sexuality that I can fudge being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ones who tried to hit on Joanna that night very uncomfortable and suspicious. That night, however, I did not do `` gay friend. '' At Joanna 's asking, I played `` boyfriend. ``

At the low gear bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few games of pool with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the outstation, and continued their game there. This time, I made a head of holding her hand out in the open up where they could n't pretermit it, and gave her a few os frontale candy kiss. They caught the breath at first, but every beer they took in made them louder and more brazen.

I later on took Joanna to the bar to get refills of our potable when one of the cat cut between us and tried to slip his script into Joanna 's backside, nearly ripping her blue jean in the process, he was so rough.

'' Whoa ! '' she screamed. `` Not cool ! ``

'' What 's your job, motherfucker ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to face me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breathing time. I do n't think what he said, but I remember the feel on his case when European elk tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's time for your last phone call. '' His expression went from, `` who the sin do you reckon you are ? '' to `` I 'm have it off '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to nerve European elk, and craned his neck to look up ... and up ... and up.

I grabbed his brother and said, `` You both need to go. Now. '' They left.

'' Sign the playscript, '' the doorman said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to Moose 's smear in the game elbow room, which consisted of a single billiards tabular array and an electronic dart plug-in. moose was seated at the head of the long table, her customary mound of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the 1 prominent crazy pale yellow I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times wider than a rule straw, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a Calidris canutus. Moose had told us stories about this rather legendary straw before, about how it held a special place above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally fabled status at the Outpost. But this was the for the first time sentence I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some tarradiddle to tell.

Joanna was seated next to her, a mix of vodka and faerie gripped firmly in her hired man, the nails of which were painted jet mordant. As for myself, Moose had taken it upon herself to have a Bud calcined lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a instant, because it was no foresightful frosty from being reinvigorated out of the fridge, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would work for me.

I took the feeding bottle in my hands and positioned my fingers on the cap. eld ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summer and he had taught me this illusion to uncap a beer feeding bottle by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it look first-rate easy ; I only managed to slit my thumb open up the first time I tried. I was XV. Now, ten years later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's direction, and missed. It hit the bulwark behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the sweetest `` go to netherworld '' flavor I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to move onto the adjacent one, preferably a low temperature one.

At outset, there was really no indicant that this night was going to be dissimilar from any early nighttime. We told stores about our customer, particularly the pudden-head ones or the single who were pissed off for no rationality other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the independent waiting area. I sang a few strain. Foo Fighters, paradise, Black Sabbath, and Johnny Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never admit it, could do a pretty respectable imitation of Florence + The car. But it was Moose who always brought down the theatre with The eagle 's Hotel California. Every week, she would sing that song and every hebdomad, she would nail it.

Looking back, however, a few matter stuck out as ... different about Joanna. For starters, she was normally a very timid mortal, even when she was drunkard. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as full as she was at singing, she was always very unbendable, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very animated and flirty.

Once we had a round or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would crawfish to the game way where we would hold go at throwing darts. `` The queen mole rat of darts '' was a championship that my mother bad proudly held in her youth, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could switch fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get closing curtain, and I always got the dart grouped together. I could have ten darts flying across the elbow room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the other deal, was n't nearly so accurate or flying. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the bound of the board or, on at to the lowest degree one social occasion, missed the panel entirely and embedded it in the wall. We always had a expert gag about it, though. And on this fussy night, she seemed to be enjoying herself more than ever.

As we finished our biz of darts, we turned around to sit back down at the mesa only to receive Minnie standing in front man of us, somebody 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar phones ) in her hand as if to carry a picture. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her spit out to where she was almost licking the slope of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When last Call rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drank that often, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty solidness, however. I could never keep back up with elk in a drinking contest, but I could hold my own for a few bottles and still be cool down to drive.

I took care of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanlike thing to do, especially since she was single and I thought she was precious. I did this every week ; at first, she protested it immensely and tried to steal a 20 in my car. After a few times, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always catch her in the act, or I 'd give it back the following day. She had started doing so again the workweek before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd stuff that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to remember that was a promise and not a scourge, as she did it again that night.

Alces alces and her husband had already buggered off, leaving Joanna and myself to our own device. As I said before, I closed the tab and walked Joanna out to the railway car. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so well-nigh everyone was still inside.

'' I 'm starving, '' she said as her eyes glazed over with hunger.

'' Well, we do need to eat something. All that alcoholic beverage does n't sit well on an empty stomach, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle business firm up the road. ``

Joanna got an enormous smile on her typeface. `` Waffle home sounds fantastic. '' About that metre, I felt her mitt on my pants. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my telephone set in that special pocket, so I naturally freaked out and yank away.

'' What- '' I started to exclaim, and then saw the twenty flutter to the ground. `` Oh, Savior, Joanna, really ? ``

At for the first time, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights aspect like, `` I do n't be intimate what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the twenty dollar bill, her formulation changed to one of guilt.

'' I told you to stop that, '' I exclaimed. I was n't mad, but it was a bit frustrating. `` Remember what I said finish week ? ``

'' That you were gon na stuff it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide grin. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd forgotten that I had used that special verbiage to evince my displeasure in her action mechanism. I was hoping she would just commemorate that I had asked her not to do it again.

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not present her cooch for stuffing at that especial time, but she did pull down the neck of her shirt just enough to expose a bit Sir Thomas More of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in public, anyway, '' she explained as she made a head nod down towards her boob. I had to be merely content with shoving the crumpled bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in front man of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not have done that, but `` fuddle me '' thought it was an incredible theme. Of course, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a feel on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a twenty into a pair of 36DD tits.

Once the billhook was tucked safely inside her bra, she turned back to her car and got inside. She waited for me to stake out first so she could watch me to Waffle family, which was n't too far away ; only a five arcminute jog up the highway. We got to the joint, sat down, and ordered our food. Joanna was already starting to feel the effects of her revelries.

'' I can already feel the headache coming on, '' she complained.

'' You know what 's marvellous for headaches ? '' I asked, intending to bring up the plentiful measure of Anacin III I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in surprised agreement ; she was n't amiss. Sex was supposedly safe for headaches, which was one of the many random factoids I had learned during my life.

'' And masturbation, '' I added. `` Unfortunately, since we are in public, I can only bid Tylenol. '' Joanna cracked a smile, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll take it when I get home. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost wistful for a moment. `` Masturbation is fun, though. ``

'' Oh, I totally agree, '' I said without even thinking. `` Especially when you get your partner to do it for you. That 's always fun, too. ``

'' I squirt, '' she replied. I looked up, rather puzzled. What a random thing to mention. We were really going down this rabbit hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could make me do it, but I 've made myself squeeze out before. ``

Six 60 minutes ago, this would not have been a conversation for a public eating place. But given that it was just after two in the morn, and the only early hoi polloi face were in the kitchen cooking our food, I had a feeling it would slide.

'' And how do you do that ? '' I asked.

'' I have a G-spot vibrator ... You know, the one with the curved crest ? '' she clarified upon seeing my throw verbal expression. I actually knew what she was talking about, as I had seen a few of them before and knew what they looked like ; I just did n't know that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the trick every time. ``

'' well that leads to another question, '' I began. `` Do you strip down, or outride clothed ? ``

'' It depends on the mood I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before employment, I take my pantie off and leave everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled step-in is not fun. It starts to stink if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't mean the good sort of snatch smell. ``

'' Pisces taco, '' I replied. Joanna winked affirmatively, but canned the conversation momentarily as our food had arrived. Once the server was gone, Joanna started up again. `` So what about you ? What makes your engine go ? ``

'' Oh, there 's a few affair, '' I mused. `` I sort of have a small horseshoe fetish. Not a groundwork voodoo, but skid. Like heels, flat, pumps, things like that. ``

'' oil production, '' she bemoaned. `` Anything weird ? ``

I thought about it for a minute ; of course, there was, but did I really want to share that with her. I guess I should ; she told me how she masturbates. I guess it 's only fair to admit what I masturbated to.

'' well, I have a thing for Spider-Gwen, '' I admitted. Joanna looked interested by this, so I continued. `` I also like Elsanna. '' This one got a puzzled look.

'' What ? What 's Elsanna ? ``

'' You ever see Frozen ? '' I asked.

'' Yeah, I have-Oh God, that 's crying ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to reproof me. `` They 're sisters ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' Well, after I watched that pic for the start time, I developed a calf love on Anna, the redhead. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight person sucker for redheaded woodpecker. ``

'' Do n't convert the case, '' she snapped. `` Explain, now. ``

'' Well, like I said, I had a crush on the Anna, so I looked up some fan art. Saw 'Elsanna'mentioned on a Tumblr Sir Frederick Handley Page and went down a rabbit trap. ``

'' That 's weird, '' she said, shaking her head and trying not to break into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

'' I 'm starting to wish I had n't, '' she replied as she sipped her coffee. That was the end of that particular conversation, though we talked about other things while we ate our meals.

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the highway to the interchange where she went one way to get home, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got home. I sent Joanna a text letting her know that I had gotten domicile safely, and received one back from her a few hour later informing me of the like. I then stripped off nearly of my clothes, save for my evening shorts and lay back on the bed. It was 3:45 when I fell asleep.

***

When I awoke, it was still dark out. I did n't have it off what metre it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the exhibit, which normally showed the clock time in bright red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt anxious ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was haywire. There was a sound, so subtle and pipe down that it would accept been unnoticeable had I been fully awake. But lying there in the dark, in finish silence, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of earphone. It was the sound of breathing.

soul was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to find out who it was, but my body would n't move. My legs would n't move, and neither would my weapons system. Only my head was devoid. I was n't restrained, at least it did n't feel like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more hour, or maybe it was second base, I 'm not trusted. zippo moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by thou pound weightiness. I eventually gave up and came to the close that I had to be dreaming. There was no former explanation for this ! I closed my eyes and tried to pressure myself to inflame up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to serve what my eyes were seeing at starting time, but slowly, I took her in. Her haircloth was still done up like it always had been, but her skin was deathly pale. Her dress from earliest were gone, replaced by a very sheer art object of dark-colored textile that waved and fluttered, almost like sens. I could see every curve ball of her dead body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the reduce cloth clung to her frontside like a wet jersey, showing off her erect mammilla as well as her pussy, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The lonesome former garments she wore were a pair of black flat-heeled shoes.

As I stared at her and wonder whether or not I was still dreaming, she slowly descended towards me. I opened my oral cavity to say something, but she quickly put her digit over it, the classic `` shush '' foretoken before she then straddled my stomach. I was mighty about her being new shaven ; her slit was silky smooth against my belly, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her hide was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her black pinpoint across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the oeuvre. '' Her vocalism was a bit deeper than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her center and bit on my low lip. I was suddenly soaked as a panel in the solely place I was n't already. Then a funny thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a brace of very sharp ... something, I was n't for sure what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my lower lip. I suddenly tasted my own line of descent, but not much of it. She moved down my mentum to my neck, where she bit down again, this time a bit more painfully. I felt my consistency tense up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a light from extraneous reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very much like a pair of elongated, pearl white tooth, like fangs.

lamia fangs.

What the ass was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the sparse textile clothes she wore now hung loosely over her dead body, still waving wildly in the still air of the flat. A moment later, she was shoving her genital organ into my face. In the low luminance, I could barely make out the outline of her pussy tornado. What happened side by side must have been a legerdemain of the light, if this unanimous scenario was even real. As Joanna spread her legs full, the inner lips of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd shape ; they resembled the backstage of a bat.

At to the lowest degree, that 's what it looked like ; as I said before, it all could own just been a prank of the light. But regardless of whether that 's what they looked like, Joanna then moved herself forward and sat down on my face.

'' slug me, '' she demanded, her dusty second joint pressed tightly against my cheeks and temple. If this was a dream, might as well roll with it. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it through her twat. She lolled her school principal back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my wrist joint down, her nails digging into my skin. My tongue soon went numb, but she dug her nails in deeper every clip I slowed down. `` bread and butter going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clit and mouth. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her ramification were pressed right up against my spike, yet I could n't hear anything that would sound like roue rushing through her nervure. It was like her heart was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, sleep together yes, '' she moaned, derailing my gear of thought. She relaxed her grip on my carpus and started wriggling on my face. Her pussycat was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my cheek. `` Now suck my clit. Hard. '' My brim closed around her button and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` pungency it, '' she moaned. `` Make it hemorrhage. ``

I was n't sure enough what was unknown at this gunpoint : the orders she was barking at me, or the fact that my cock was straining inside my shorts because I was so turned on by the orders she was barking at me. I bit devour and let out a stifled squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to displace her hips back and forth very quickly, her clit still pinned between my tooth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her rake in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big hint now, her clit throbbing as blood dripped into my sass along with her own wetness.

'' Good boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was ineffective to move, and felt my heart pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt following to my soundbox and looked down towards my short circuit, where my erection had popped a tent. She eyed it with the Same hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the outpost. `` Your turn of events, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hired man and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my shank. Her nails continued to scratch down my lower torso until they found my erect stopcock. She dragged one nail up the underside, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waist of my boxers down and my cock sprung complimentary. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her mouth swallowed my wholly prick. I could feel myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a moment before relaxing slightly with each up and down motion her head made, gently massaging and squeezing my Pole as she went. And her teeth scratched the underside of my cock, too, while her fang scraped and poked at the top dog, threatening to draw yet Thomas More blood.

I managed to lift my fountainhead up enough to see Joanna 's saliva drip from her mouth as she gave a meretricious `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her lip. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her knife and wrapped it completely around my shaft. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my engorged rod, attempting to coax every drop from it. She then took her paw and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the underside. `` This is a dainty sized peter, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my header in accord. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my cock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one hired man, while her free hand held up a single finger. She placed that finger between her breasts and dragged down. The sound of textile ripping filled my capitulum and the presence of her sheer dress fell apart, ripped by her tart fingernail.

She began jerking me dissolute until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her body back up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the hand she had been jacking me off with to lead me towards her slit, pressing my head up against her pussy. With a deeply breath, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even moth-eaten than her pelt, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the same tightfistedness, the same contract-relax action her throat gave. But here, her vaginal rampart also pulsed and throbbed at the same meter. It was almost like they were alive.

As my perch probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my turncock pressed up against something firm. Joanna stopped, having taken all of me inside her, and looked down at me. I caught a glimpse of Joanna 's optic for the offset clock time ; they were no foresighted their formula emerald green ; they were dense grey with a daub of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one to a greater extent postulation for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. translate ? '' Her Fang flashed before me as I nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the bulwark that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my head even further inside than I thought was possible. Joanna then started to depend on me, grinding back and Forth River on my pelvis. Her vaginal wall still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each driving force, my psyche broke back through that paries, and I started to get the belief that I was pushing past her cervix uteri directly into her womb. I was n't even sure if that was possible. Then again, goose egg about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt fantastic. Her vaginal walls, still ice common cold, were milking me of snow leopard of cum in my balls. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bound on my Pole. This felt even good, as every down bounce pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the wall, and then stop through a super-tight opening before emerging into her uterus. I could feel my muscle outset to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the scepter of cumming.

She must sustain known, because she dug her digit into my shoulders, scratching her nails down the sides of my coat of arms, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her sass against mine. Again, they were dusty, but at the same time, so full of life. I kissed back, our spit twisting around one another, and I realized, for the first prison term, that I could move. My implements of war wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her buttocks. waiting, I did n't give nails ...

I felt bloodline drip onto my handwriting, which I looked at over Joanna 's shoulder. My own nails, which had grown out all of a sudden, were now pointed and razor sharp, and they were covered in blood line. However, I shrugged it off. On any former Night, it would appear strange.

I pressed my look against Joanna 's chest and began biting them. Rather hard, I might add. Too hard, perhaps. But Joanna did n't look to bear in mind at all. In fact, it seemed to attend the intent of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my point, there were bloody morsel mug where my dentition had pierced her material body. Was that done with my teeth ? I wondered, because these combat injury looked like they had been made by some vicious animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not surely where my head went to succeeding, but something deep within my mind snapped, and took over my body. It was like animal inherent aptitude, and I began to get more aggressive, violent. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each thrust, monstrous and cold sounds escaped my throat. I bit at her breasts, carved bloody gashes in her articulatio humeri with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather plenteous sum of money of blood began to flow onto the bed. And as our physical structure pressed together in carnal seventh heaven, I began to open up Thomas More wounds on her body with every snack, every scar of my fingernails, and she did the Same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the bed sheet, the rampart, my apparel on the level, and even Joanna 's eubstance, which became sticky as the ancestry dried.

'' Oh, screw ! '' she screamed in a mixture of bother and pleasance. I took my hired hand and grabbed her throat, cutting her off. My hand squeezed, and she her screams became flyspeck pant for air. Her optic soon rolled into the cover of her head, her body tensed up. She grabbed at my back, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her pussy tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was surprise that her insides were n't mush by now, considering everything that I was throwing at her !

'' Oh, I 'm cumming, I 'm cummng ! '' Joanna meekly squealed, and it drove me over the edge. I gave one final almighty thrust, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each pounding of my cock seemed to send Thomas More of my semen into her belly. I rolled back over onto my book binding and pulled her on top of me. Her body was glistening with rip now, and I could n't severalize if most of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with oceanic abyss slice on our implements of war, backs, and torsos, there was a right chance that it was an equate amount of both.

As she finally came back down from her high, she lifted back off of me. My cock fell limply from her pussy, and I saw just how tremendous it was for the first time since it had first entered her. Then, it was just an average-sized penis. Not pornstar-sized, but it got the job done. But now, I was staring at a colossus of a celestial pole, over a foot long and glistening with a mixture of my cum and her blood.

'' That was wondrous, '' she moaned, running a hand through her pussy, which had started to drop cum like a leaky spigot. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my spermatozoon into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girl like that again, she 's nonresistant to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the normal laugh that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a deeper laughter, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but person inside her, possessing her. But I did n't care ; I was too exhausted to deal. I just lay on my vertebral column, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers full-of-the-moon of my thick, steamy cum from her pussy and cleave them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer textile dress she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly white fang again. This time, though, they were stained with seafarer of desiccated blood.

'' We 'll have to do that again soon, lover boy ... '' she whispered into my ear, nibbling playfully on my ear lobe. She then floated back into the air, where, with a snap of her finger's breadth and an almighty chap, everything went dark.

***

My eyes snapped open the next morning, and the start affair I saw was my alert clock exhibit reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My read/write head was pounding, my dream from the night before just a fragmentize memory. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my whole body ached, feeling imperfect and cheating. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the night before, as I recognized the signboard of a hangover, and a good cascade usually helped with that. I forced myself to abide up and walked to my exhibitioner stall.

As I washed my torso off, I heard my textual matter ringtone go off. I ended my shower shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the phone and saw it was a picture message from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the picture Moose had taken the dark before, just after Joanna and I had finished the shoot plot. We looked kind of cute in the mental picture, I 'll admit.

I was about to read the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's grinning : there, in Joanna 's all-inclusive grin, was a pair of what looked very much like elongated, ivory white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

I closed the pic and record the accompanying message with a tactile sensation of unease :

'' Love this photo we took. Had fun. We 'll have to do that again soon, lover boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my dream. I remembered Joanna 's late Night visit, and the snog she planted on my sass, and the bone White River fang that were clearly visible even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the john and stood in front of the mirror. I placed a fingerbreadth on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two dark red circles just above my clavicle, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fang of hers. And as I looked finisher at my totally body, I noticed the scars. Every wound that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind deliquium scars. I turned to my rain shower, and saw the tooshie was covered in a watered-down film of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. Sure enough, I now possessed a twosome of vampire Fang, right where Joanna 's were. At that point in time, I said the simply thing that made mother wit to say.

'' Well, piece of ass. ''