It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the phone. The queue for level 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called pass at 10:15. I was stuck on a vociferation, however. I do over-the-phone proficient sustenance. I used to do actual repairs on phones and pill. Now I just piece of work on the software. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly awful 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 work, calls will go over your work schedule. You can induce up to twenty time of day of overtime per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my days off are Thursday and Friday. The plan had been to meet up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our servicemen and women. Minnie 's cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her married man, and our champion 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 nights. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was form of not dead on target, 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 name, Minnie `` European elk '' Bushytail. full-blood Comanche Red Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink in more beer in a ace spyglass than most people could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and refinement 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other bridge player, was a bit more delicate in her human body. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The well variety of weird. She always wore her hair in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair rowlock, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her iniquity hair with streaks of blond. If you 've ever seen Lulu from Final fancy X, then you kind of have an melodic theme what it looks like.

She also had clap that covered about half of her face. She wore glasses, so in our breeding class she was always blowing strands of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore moody wear and colored lipstick of some eccentric, usually a semblance she called `` end blue air. '' I thought it was kind of lovely. And she was n't too lots quondam than I was ; only by about five month or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out long ago, and it was now my turn. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made plans, I debated calling them off to go home. As I left the building, I switched my phone back on ; for security ground, sound were supposed to be switched off on the phone call floor. The minute it booted back up, I got a text from Joanna

'' U coming ? '' it asked me. After a brief logical 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 dozen minute movement in the opposite direction of home. When I got to the Outpost, the ostiary did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from endure metre. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The conclusion fourth dimension I was here, I 'd assure a twain roughneck college pupil to stuff off. They had been making problem all night, and had actually followed Moose, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at earlier. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run intervention. I was proficient at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I 'm well at hitch for my ma'am Quaker. I 'm either `` boyfriend, '' `` big comrade, '' or `` gay booster. ``

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

At the offset 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 Outpost, and continued their game there. This time, I made a point of holding her manus out in the open where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few brow kisses. They caught the clue at first, but every beer they took in made them flashy and more brazen.

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

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

'' What 's your problem, dickhead ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to face up me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't remember what he said, but I remember the look on his face when Moose tapped him on the articulatio humeri and said, `` I think it 's time for your last call. '' His expression went from, `` who the hell do you think you are ? '' to `` I 'm fucked '' in point-oh-shit second. He turned to face Moose, and craned his neck to look up ... and up ... and up.

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

'' Sign the book, '' the doorkeeper said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to Moose 's position in the game room, which consisted of a unity billiards tabular array and an electronic dart control panel. Alces alces was seated at the head teacher of the long table, her customary pitcher of tap beer sitting in front of her, with what was perhaps the individual gravid disturbed straw I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times wider than a normal pale yellow, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a nautical mile. Moose had told us stories about this rather legendary drinking straw before, about how it held a particular office above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally legendary position at the Outpost. But this was the starting time meter I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some taradiddle to tell.

Joanna was seated next to her, a mix of vodka and Sprite gripped firmly in her manus, the nails of which were painted jet black. As for myself, Moose had taken it upon herself to have a Bud Lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no thirster frosty from being fresh out of the electric refrigerator, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would crop for me.

I took the bottle in my hands and positioned my fingers on the cap. yr ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summer and he had taught me this trick to uncap a beer feeding bottle by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it count super easy ; I only managed to slice my ovolo unfold the showtime time I tried. I was fifteen. Now, ten years later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's steering, and missed. It hit the wall behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the sweetest `` go to netherworld '' look I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to motivate onto the future one, preferably a cold one.

At showtime, there was really no indicant that this night was going to be different from any early night. We told stock about our customer, particularly the stupid unity or the I who were pissed off for no reason early than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the main lounge. I sang a few birdcall. Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Negro Sabbath, and Reb Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never accept it, could do a pretty soundly imitation of Florence + The auto. But it was moose who always brought down the mansion with The Eagles 's Hotel California. Every week, she would babble out that strain and every week, she would nail it.

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

Once we had a cycle or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would retreat to the biz room where we would study spell at throwing darts. `` The Queen of Darts '' was a title that my mother bad proudly held in her younker, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could flip fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get finis, and I always got the flit grouped together. I could give ten dart flying across the room in about seven seconds. Joanna, on the former hand, was n't nearly so accurate or immediate. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the board or, on at least one function, missed the board entirely and embedded it in the wall. We always had a good laugh about it, though. And on this particular Night, she seemed to be enjoying herself Sir Thomas More than ever.

As we finished our secret plan of dart, we turned around to sit back down at the table only to find Minnie standing in front of us, mortal 's phone ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had interchangeable headphone ) in her hired man as if to take a picture. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the side of my side. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When lowest yell rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drank that a good deal, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty solid, however. I could never keep up with Moose in a drinking contest, but I could retain my own for a few feeding bottle and still be cool to drive.

I took care of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly thing to do, especially since she was 1 and I thought she was precious. I did this every week ; at first, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a XX in my car. After a few fourth dimension, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always view her in the act, or I 'd cave in it back the next day. She had started doing so again the hebdomad before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd stuff that twenty dollar bill up her cooch. She seemed to guess that was a hope and not a scourge, as she did it again that night.

Moose and her married man 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 cars. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so most 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 drink does n't sit well on an empty stomach, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle sign of the zodiac up the road. ``

Joanna got an enormous smile on her side. `` Waffle House sounds grand. '' About that fourth dimension, I felt her mitt on my pants. No, she was n't going for my zipper ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my sound in that particular pocket, so I naturally freaked out and flick away.

'' What- '' I started to exclaim, and then saw the twenty kerfuffle to the earth. `` Oh, Jesus, Joanna, really ? ``

At first, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights flavor like, `` I do n't know what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the twenty, her construction changed to one of guilt.

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

'' That you were gon na farce it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a astray grin. I could n't help but grin, too ; I 'd forgotten that I had used that particular phrasing to express my displeasure in her activeness. I was hoping she would just remember that I had asked her not to do it again.

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not stage her cooch for stuffing at that particular metre, but she did get out down the neck of her shirt just enough to reveal a bit 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 breasts. I had to be merely content with shoving the crumpled bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her pap and stuck the twenty dollar bill in battlefront of her nipple. `` Sober me '' would not have got done that, but `` drink in me '' thought it was an incredible idea. 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 yoke of 36DD tits.

Once the bill was tucked safely inside her bra, she turned back to her car and got inside. She waited for me to game out first so she could abide by me to Waffle House, which was n't too far away ; only a five minute jog up the main road. We got to the articulatio, sat down, and ordered our solid food. Joanna was already starting to feel the issue of her revelries.

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

'' You know what 's fantastical for headaches ? '' I asked, intending to bring up the copious amount of Tylenol I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in surprised agreement ; she was n't wrong. Sex was supposedly good for head ache, 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 tender Datril. '' Joanna cracked a grinning, but turned down the offer.

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

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

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

Six 60 minutes ago, this would not have been a conversation for a public restaurant. But given that it was just after two in the cockcrow, and the only other people present were in the kitchen cooking our food for thought, I had a intuitive 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 lead ? '' she clarified upon seeing my confused 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 miniskirt vibration that do the antic every time. ``

'' fountainhead that leads to another head, '' I began. `` Do you foray down, or stay clothed ? ``

'' It depends on the humor I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my pantie off and bequeath everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled scanty is not fun. It starts to reek if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't mean the good variety of kitty-cat flavor. ``

'' Pisces tacos, '' I replied. Joanna winked affirmatively, but canned the conversation momentarily as our intellectual nourishment had arrived. Once the waiter was gone, Joanna started up again. `` So what about you ? What makes your locomotive go ? ``

'' Oh, there 's a few things, '' I mused. `` I kind of have a lowly shoe fetish. Not a foot juju, but shoes. Like hound, flats, heart, thing like that. ``

'' Boring, '' she bemoaned. `` Anything weird ? ``

I thought about it for a minute ; of course of study, 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 gross ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to berate me. `` They 're Sister ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' well, after I watched that movie for the first prison term, I developed a press on Anna, the redheader. That 's another thing that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight person fall guy for redheads. ``

'' Do n't change the subject, '' she snapped. `` Explain, now. ``

'' Well, like I said, I had a compaction on the Anna, so I looked up some fan art. Saw 'Elsanna'mentioned on a Tumblr pageboy and went down a rabbit hole. ``

'' That 's Weird, '' she said, shaking her school principal and trying not to infract into laugh again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

'' I 'm starting to like I had n't, '' she replied as she sipped her burnt umber. 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 family, and I went the other. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got place. I sent Joanna a text letting her know that I had gotten household safely, and received one backrest from her a few minutes later informing me of the same. I then stripped off most of my clothes, save for my eve drawers 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 know what time it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm clock was, but the display, which normally showed the time in brilliantly red people of colour, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite nauseous, but something in my gut told me something was damage. There was a sound, so subtle and quiet that it would receive been unobtrusive had I been fully awake. But lying there in the wickedness, in complete silence, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of phone. It was the sound of breathing.

person was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to observe out who it was, but my body would n't move. My legs would n't move, and neither would my arms. Only my head was free. I was n't restrained, at to the lowest degree it did n't feel like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few Thomas More bit, or maybe it was seconds, I 'm not sure. cypher moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by yard pound weightiness. I eventually gave up and came to the conclusion that I had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for this ! I closed my oculus and tried to drive myself to awake up.

I opened my oculus. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My nous refused to treat what my eyes were seeing at first, but slowly, I took her in. Her fuzz was still done up like it always had been, but her tegument was deathly pale. Her clothes from in the beginning were gone, replaced by a very gossamer piece of dark-colored material that waved and fluttered, almost like dope. I could see every curve of her body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin cloth clung to her frontside like a wet t-shirt, showing off her erect tit as well as her snatch, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The only early garments she wore were a pair of opprobrious 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 mouth to say something, but she quickly put her finger over it, the classic `` shush '' sign before she then straddled my stomach. I was right-hand about her being fresh shaven ; her puss was silky smooth against my abdomen, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her tegument was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her black nails across my boldness as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the piece of work. '' Her voice was a bit deeper than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her center and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly fuddled as a display panel in the only place I was n't already. Then a rum thing happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a duet of very sharp ... something, I was n't surely what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my broken lip. I suddenly tasted my own blood, but not much of it. She moved down my chin to my neck, where she bit down again, this time a bit more painfully. I felt my body tense up up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a brightness from outside reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very a lot like a twosome of elongated, off-white Edward White teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the ass was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the thin fabric dress she wore now hung loosely over her body, still waving wildly in the still air of the flat. A consequence later, she was shoving her crotch into my nerve. In the low light, I could barely reach out the outline of her pussy cranny. What happened following must ingest been a trick of the light, if this whole scenario was even real. As Joanna spread her legs spacious, the intimate mouth of her pussy opened up and I saw that they were in an odd shape ; they resembled the wings of a bat.

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

'' Lick me, '' she demanded, her moth-eaten second joint pressed tightly against my cheek and temples. If this was a dreaming, might as well rolling with it. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it through her snatch. She lolled her head back in ecstasy and started breathing heavily. Her bridge player pinned my articulatio radiocarpea down, her nails digging into my peel. My tongue soon went numb, but she dug her nails in deeper every time I slowed down. `` keep going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clit and lips. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her legs were pressed right up against my ears, yet I could n't take heed anything that would sound like rakehell rushing through her veins. It was like her heart was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, make love yes, '' she moaned, derailing my string of mentation. She relaxed her grip on my wrist joint and started wriggling on my face. Her puss was dripping wet by now, and she spread those succus all over my cheeks. `` Now take up my button. Hard. '' My lips closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` collation it, '' she moaned. `` Make it bleed. ``

I was n't for sure what was stranger at this point : the gild 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 grim and let out a repress squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to displace her hips back and forth very quickly, her clitoris still pinned between my dentition. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her rip in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big breaths now, her clit throbbing as profligate dripped into my lip along with her own wetness.

'' in effect boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my font. I still was ineffectual to locomote, and felt my nub pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to explode. Joanna now knelt adjacent to my body and looked down towards my drawers, where my erecting had popped a tent. She eyed it with the same thirst that I had seen earlier as we left the frontier settlement. `` Your routine, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waist. Her collar continued to scratch down my depressed 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 shorts down and my cock sprung liberal. Before I could oppose, Joanna leaned down and her sass swallowed my whole peter. I could experience myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a here and now before relaxing slightly with each up and down motion her psyche made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her teeth scratched the underside of my dick, too, while her fangs scraped and poked at the head, threatening to trace yet more blood.

I managed to lift my head up enough to see Joanna 's spit drip from her mouth as she gave a trashy `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her lip. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my putz. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my engorged rod, attempting to palaver every drop cloth from it. She then took her hired hand and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the underside. `` This is a nice size putz, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my headland in correspondence. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my peter pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a William Christopher Handy with one hired man, while her innocent hired hand held up a single finger. She placed that finger between her breasts and dragged down. The sound of textile ripping filled my auricle and the front line of her sheer frock fell apart, ripped by her abrupt fingernail.

She began jerking me faster until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her body gage up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the hand she had been jacking me off with to guide on me towards her snatch, pressing my school principal up against her slit. With a mystifying breathing space, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even cold than her hide, if that was possible. And even here, I felt the Sami tightness, the same contract-relax activeness her throat gave. But here, her vaginal bulwark also pulsed and throbbed at the Same time. It was almost like they were alive.

As my pole probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my cock 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 eyes for the first time ; they were no yearner their pattern emerald putting green ; they were dull grey with a spot of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one more request for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. Understand ? '' Her Fang flashed before me as I nodded in concord. Suddenly, the wall that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my read/write head even further inside than I thought was possible. Joanna then started to devolve on me, grinding back and Forth River on my pelvis. Her vaginal bulwark still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each thrust, my promontory broke back through that wall, and I started to get the opinion that I was pushing past her cervix uteri directly into her uterus. I was n't even for certain if that was possible. Then again, nothing about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt fantastic. Her vaginal wall, still ice frigidity, were milking me of ounce of cum in my orb. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bounce on my pole. This felt even just, as every down leaping pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the bulwark, and then break through a super-tight opening move before emerging into her womb. I could feel my musculus head start to pinch and spasm, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She must have known, because she dug her fingers into my shoulder, scratching her nails down the sides of my munition, drawing rake as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her backtalk against mine. Again, they were cold, but at the same time, so wax of life. I kissed back, our natural language twisting around one another, and I realized, for the first time, that I could move. My limb wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her hind end. postponement, I did n't have nails ...

I felt lineage drip onto my hand, which I looked at over Joanna 's shoulder. My own nails, which had grown out all of a sudden, were now pointed and razor crisp, and they were covered in blood. However, I shrugged it off. On any other night, it would appear strange.

I pressed my aspect against Joanna 's boob and began biting them. Rather hard, I might add. Too hard, perhaps. But Joanna did n't appear to listen at all. In fact, it seemed to answer the aim of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my head, there were flaming bite target where my teeth had pierced her flesh. Was that done with my teeth ? I wondered, because these wounds looked like they had been made by some fell animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not for sure where my mind went to next, but something deep within my mind snapped, and took over my dead body. It was like brute instinct, and I began to become more aggressive, violent. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a lunatic. And with each thrust, monstrous and inhuman sounds escaped my throat. I bit at her breast, carved bloody gashes in her articulatio humeri with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather ample sum of money of blood began to flux onto the bed. And as our body pressed together in fleshly walking on air, I began to unfold up more injury on her body with every sharpness, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the same. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sail, the walls, my clothes on the floor, and even Joanna 's physical structure, which became sticky as the descent dried.

'' Oh, fuck ! '' she screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I took my mitt and grabbed her pharynx, cutting her off. My hired hand squeezed, and she her screams became tiny gasps for air. Her eyes soon rolled into the back of her head, her body tensed up. She grabbed at my back, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her kitty tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was surprise that her inside 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 exam Lord driving force, erupt back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each throb of my hammer seemed to send to a greater extent of my seed into her belly. I rolled back over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. Her torso was glistening with parentage now, and I could n't evidence if most of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep slash on our arms, backs, and trunk, there was a good fortune that it was an equate amount of both.

As she finally came back down from her in high spirits, she lifted back off of me. My prick fell limply from her pussy, and I saw just how enormous it was for the first clip 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 devil of a perch, over a foot long and glistening with a motley of my cum and her blood.

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hired hand through her pussycat, which had started to drip cum like a talebearing spigot. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my spermatozoan into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a young woman like that again, she 's liable to get pregnant. '' She laughed, but not the convention laugh that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a rich laughter, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but soul inside her, possessing her. But I did n't care ; I was too exhausted to care. I just lay on my spinal column, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two finger's breadth wide-cut of my midst, muggy cum from her pussy and stick around them in her oral cavity. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer fabric frock she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly whiten fang again. This metre, though, they were stained with gobs of dried blood.

'' We 'll throw to do that again soon, lover boy ... '' she whispered into my ear, nibbling playfully on my earlobe. She then floated back into the air, where, with a snap of her fingers and an almighty crack, everything went dark.

***

My centre snapped open up the next morning, and the first matter I saw was my alarm system clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my pipe dream from the Night before just a fragmented storage. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my whole body ached, feeling rickety and dirty. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the night before, as I recognized the signs of a holdover, and a effective shower usually helped with that. I forced myself to stand up and walked to my shower stall.

As I washed my body off, I heard my text ringtone go off. I ended my shower shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the phone and saw it was a characterization message from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the exposure Alces alces had taken the night before, just after Joanna and I had finished the scud game. We looked kind of cute in the picture, I 'll admit.

I was about to show the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's grinning : there, in Joanna 's wide grin, was a dyad of what looked very a lot like elongated, pearl white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

I closed the pic and translate the resultant substance with a flavour of unease :

'' roll in the hay this photo we took. Had fun. We 'll have to do that again soon, fan boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my dreaming. I remembered Joanna 's recently nighttime visit, and the buss she planted on my mouth, and the pearl white fang that were clearly visible even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I placed a fingerbreadth on my neck and, lo and behold, there were two glowering red circles just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fangs of hers. And as I looked closer at my whole body, I noticed the cicatrix. Every wound that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind faint scars. I turned to my shower, and saw the bottom was covered in a watered-down film of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. surely enough, I now possessed a couplet of lamia fangs, right where Joanna 's were. At that point, I said the only when thing that made mother wit to say.

'' well, piece of tail. ''