Dreams of fur - chapter 5

And that's it. I wake up from this fucking dream right then.

It's still dark outside. I stumble to the bathroom, turn on the light. Right at the base of my neck, a pair of bite marks, linked together by a small half circle of normal sized teeth. I hold my breath. I turn around. The fur on my bed seems to be vibrating, calling for me, begging for my flesh.

The morning at the shop goes by like in a dream. My uncle tells me to go back home around noon because, according to him, I'm totally useless in my present state, and don't count on me to pay you for today young lady. I crawl back home.

I know I shouldn't sleep on the pelt, I know this coat is evil but... I can't **** myself to throw it away.

A bit later, naked in the moist wetness of the Californian summer afternoon, I lay on the furry coat. My legs are spread, I have a hand between my thighs and one on my neck, on the scars I got last night.

All my life I have fantasized about vampires, all my life I have dreamed about them. But never, ever I have had such a vivid dream. It felt like it came from someone else, somewhere else... Some when else...

At the memory of the girl's moaning I come again. I could go on for hours but I stand to grab the bottle of water on my night stand. Damn I'm thirsty!

As I drink the cold water, I look at the magnificent pelt. I stop, I've been rubbing myself for quite some time now and I know I squirted at least twice but the fur under my ass is as clean as it was before. It's as if the wolf was drinking my juices, my cum. I shiver at the thought. I rest my head against the bed's headboard and close my eyes. I fall asleep.