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She woke to the feeling of a fleshy knob parting her lips, gentle but insistent, and she opened for it. Usually her husband was so intent on keeping to his morning schedule, which you could set your watch by. She'd been dreaming something sexy, and so his timing, for once, was impeccable. Keeping her eyes closed, she drew the head of his cock into her mouth and suckled, pausing only to run the tip of her tongue across the little indentation.

A small portion of her consciousness marked that he'd turned the shower on and she smiled inwardly. He must've woken up with the same desires she had. She made an effort to pull his cock further in. It was then that she realized, by shape, by size, by taste, that it wasn't her husband's cock in her mouth. As if her molester knew the moment her realization would happen, she felt his big hand seize the back of her neck as her eyes flew open and she looked up. As the shock registered�a shadowed figure standing beside the bed, looming above her, an unfamiliar silhouette lit only from the hallway light on the other side of the door�she drew in her breath, an involuntary gasp with her mouth full of him and he used that moment to push his cock further down her throat than she thought she could stand.

Her whole body stiffened, she was going to panic. She was going to gag, maybe vomit. She knew she would. She could feel her stomach begin to turn and her throat convulse. He pushed further inside her, and his thumb moved to the front on her throat, pressing in only enough to be sure that it broke through her awareness. She knew that his hand was now wrapped three quarters of the way around her neck. Inexplicably, she relaxed, as if her body knew that the only chance for survival now was surrender. Fear still made her breath come in shallow pants through her nostrils and tears course from her eyes, but she kept her mouth wide and bore it as she felt him push her head back and then draw it down again around his cock.

Her fists knotted the sheets as he fucked her face. She stared wide eyed at him and confirmed her worst fears. Her vision, more accustomed to the pre-dawn darkness now, could see the slight cast of light on the side of his face, and the gleam of fangs as he grinned down at her. Vampire.

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the burn as he stretched and punished the delicate tissue of her throat. She fought for each shallow intake of oxygen. She realized her husband was humming in the shower, the 1812 Overture.

And suddenly she could breathe, for just one moment, one beautiful gulping breath of air filled her lungs before he clamped his hand over her mouth and flung the covers off of her body.

No. No. She felt another tear start to rise as she became aware of her traitorous cunt, pulsing with want. She shook her head from side to side, tried to push him away. Her blows landed ineffectually against an unyielding body. She knew she was lost as he mounted her, pushing his hips between her thighs and prying her left leg to one side with his free hand.

But worst was the want. She wanted him inside her. She felt the head of his cock at the opening of her cunt and she squirmed not to get away, but for the sensation of contact. And she could see him well now. He was handsome. Not grotesque as the stories always said. Maybe it was a glamour. If so she was thankful for it, because she was no longer in control of herself. She stopped fighting and merely held onto his shoulders.

She could actually feel the two individual points of his fangs as he set them against the soft flesh at the base of her throat, the head of his cock poised at her entrance. The sound of water hitting tile and the soft hum seemed so far away. She could smell scented shampoo, shaving cream, a cold clean smell like snow coming from the demon pinning her to the bed, and her own sex flowing copiously enough to wet her thighs.

Then pain blossomed through her mind, her body. She didn't realize the pain would be so overwhelming, but then its very nature changed and it was suffused with the pleasure of consummation. His cock, warmed by her own mouth, filling her up, sliding out and plunging in again with an inhuman rhythm and sensation as if it expanded and pushed, and stroked her inside. Her mind struggled to grasp everything happening to her, she chased the pain and pleasure across her skin, through her insides and cried out under his hand, still clamped across her mouth. And the blood, pouring into his mouth, his tongue, probing and sucking the wound he'd made�it made her writhe in an ecstasy she'd never felt before.

He drank, fucked, pressed his full weight into her and split her mind into a thousand pieces as she came so hard she could feel her muscles clench and grab at his cock as blood pulsed into his mouth in spurts so violent she could hear and count them.

And then it was over as if someone had flipped a switch. Her every muscle fell into a passive state of exhaustion. She wasn't sure she could open her eyes if she wanted to, but she was thankful that she could still feel the rise and fall of her chest, her lungs working, her heart beating. She could feel the subtle heat of pain in her throat, inside and out, and the bruised throb in her cunt.

She felt him draw the covers up across her body and heard him zip his cock back into his pants just after the squeak of taps and thump of pipes as her husband turned off the shower. She felt the change in the air as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You are mine for the calling." But she didn't hear him leave as she slipped out of consciousness, still knowing that he was gone, and that her husband would be unable to sense that anything had happened, that anything was out of the norm as he dressed for work and left her sleeping peacefully in their bed.

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