Waking up

You're woken up by the distant sound of drizzling water, in the darkness of late night. The girl is gone, and even threw a blanket over you. You chuckle before climbing off the bed, throwing back the curtains to be greeted by a familiar nighttime streetside, with a generously wooded park behind a tall fence, made eerie by the darkness.

It was only when you opened the window and tasted the crisp, clean air did you realise how much you stank; stale blood, cum and God knows what else. You could wait until your girl is done...

Emily's POV

The hot water trickled down Emily's hunched over figure, leaned against the cold tiles of the wall for support as she strummed against the plump lips of her sex for what must've been the sixth or seventh time that day, **** to quell it's constant, maddening ache for even a moment.

It was all so frightening; she could scarcely remember what had happened the night before, only that it hurt, and she craved more. This person, in her bed, that **** himself onto her, bit her open, and sucked the blood straight from her veins...she should hate him, fear him, certainly called the police the moment she woke up.

Instead, she only watched him as he slept, admiring his beautiful figure and features properly for the first time. She spent hours awake with him, cradling his powerful arm, wrapping it around herself, kissing against his still body, as she pleasured herself to completion.

It was genuinely painful to tear herself away from him, only fear of her manager's vicious scoldings managed to have her free of him, showered and dressed, allowing herself a goodbye kiss on his cool lips before leaving for her work.

Her job in a local hardware store never appealed to her much beyond the idle chatter and the modest salary, but today's shift was beyond agonising; everything felt so distant and superfluous. All these shelves to to stack, orders to fill, customers to shut up...busywork, to make life mildly more convenient for people she didn't care about. She never had passion for any of it, but now she resented it for demanding her attention.

And the people weren't people anymore. She use to live vicariously through their gossip and reminiscing, to distract herself from her own mundane existence, but now, she couldn't give less of a rat's ass about their wild weekends, or their kid's first steps, or even that dragon of a store manager Janet's harassment.

She'd disappear into the bathrooms as often as she could get away with, collapsing into the nearest stall to yank down her jeans and knickers and frantically finger herself, tormented by her hot, screaming libido. It tortured her so utterly that at the rear of her shift, she pleasured herself into a loud orgasm that had her unapologetically squealing like a stuck pig, knowing full well there was some opposite the door. She simply didn't care anymore.

She sped home, very nearly driving a red light, and arrived just as the sky went amber with the dusk. Still somewhat satiated from her last 'session', she allowed herself with another peck on his lips, staring down at him afterwards longer than she intended, before she stripped and returned to her showers, intent on making herself presentable for her guest when he eventually woke up.

She couldn't say just why he seemed to have slept her entire shift, but then she couldn't place much about the man, beyond her own overwhelming obsession. In the darkness and confusion of the night, she'd envisioned some sharped toothed monster, and while he was surprisingly human seeming, her initial impression might not be too far off.

Why was he so cold to the touch? Why did she submit to him so willingly, and why does she still crave touch?

Luckily, the very person in question rescued her from such frightening queries, and her impotent masturbating, by slipping into the tiny glass shower with, pressing his body against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist, and squeezing her tight as he nuzzles her neck without a word

She fits so perfectly, she thought to herself, as she leaned back against him, hands clasping his as her eyes fluttered closed, and a content little smile appeared across her wet face.