I woke with her in my arms like I had hundreds of times before, but something felt off, different. I turned my head to see her looking into my eyes. A loving gaze, challenging, and something else. Something primitive.
I made love to her in the early morning sunshine streaming through the blinds in our room atop the house. Her body felt so perfect entwined with mine, our love as sweet as it had been any other time. Still . . .
I couldn't help but feel that something wasn't quite right. The feelings, the sounds, the scents were all so familiar, but something I couldn't put my finger on was there.
We dozed awhile, in that warming light. I dreamed dreams that fade away.
I jolted up right, something was wrong! But it was her, atop me. Looking into my eyes again. Smiling, but her teeth . . . her incisors were long and needlelike and stained with blood. She held me by the shoulders as she went back to what she'd been doing when I awoke. Taking my flaccid penis in her mouth, impaling it with those fangs and sucking the blood from me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. I became erect quickly to my own sick dismay. I struggled, but she held me with inhuman strength as she drained my blood.
My body jerked as I grew harder and harder in her mouth, and her sucking noises filled the room. I felt weaker and weaker, until involuntarily, I came in her mouth. She sucked harder then. Then leaned back, and smiled at me again, with my blood and semen on her lips. She licked her lips, and laughed at me.
I fainted away.
I woke later, much later by the light in the room. Alone. Naked in the twisted sheets. I thought it a dream when I saw no blood. I found semen there, in the hair, but no wound, no blood. No lover.
I rose from bed, and sat again, weak. Was it a dream? I rose again with difficulty, and dressed. I wandered the house searching for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I paused near the bathroom, then ran in and threw up. Kneeling there, I wondered again what had happened.
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