Still Sick

“She’s still pretty sick. Did you kill the vampire that bit her?”

“Yeah, I got pretty lucky. It’s amazing I’m still alive.”

“We’ll, I’m glad you’re back. I haven’t left watch. Mind if I take a break and grab some food?”

“Sure, I’ll watch her. Is she supposed to get better?”

“I really don’t know. I would think it would be quick, but this is my first vampire.”

You let him go and head into the back room. The stench of garlic is overwhelming. You almost want to vomit. Carrie is lying down sleeping. She looks pale. She tosses and turns in her sleep.

You wonder why she isn’t better. You wonder if it’s the stench of the garlic. You find a ziplock bag and collect it. When you finally zip it up the room begins to smell more tolerable.

Carrie stirs. Her eyes snap open.

She smiles. “Nick, I’m so glad to see you.”

She looks greatly improved.

“How are you feeling?”

She grins. “All better.”

She sits up and sucks her finger. Her brown hair shines in the moonlight.

“Nick, you’re my hero and of course as my hero you need a reward.”

She kneels down and unzips your pants. She swallows your cock like she is starving. She rocks back and forth and it feels incredible. You are rock hard and ready to rut. She lets go of you cock with an audible pop.

“Ready to fuck me?”

You nod.

“Can you help me take my cross off? I don’t think grandma would approve of what I’m about to do.”

You undo the clasp and place it on the nightstand.

Carrie pulls you onto the bed and kisses you. You push her down and spread her pussy lips. You enter her. She is cool, but soaking wet. Soon you have a nice rhythm going.

Carrie moans with each thrust. You feel her climax and you pick up the pace, allowing yourself to cum a few minutes later.

You lay with Carrie. From outside, you hear the return of Father Michael.