Am I Awake?

As we rounded off deserts and moved on to the compulsory Affogatos and Amarettos, I mentioned to Debbie my plan to fly back with her. She was slightly nonplussed and confessed that she herself had actually been thinking about moving her flight back to early Monday morning to give us another night together. She quickly relented when she saw the shiver of revulsion pass over my face. It was clear that I was really not kidding. In fact, in my head I had already begun counting the hours left of that night until I would be able to escape the house. I had also decided that we should sleep in Kelvin's room which was apparently the only place where the creature might not be able to follow.

We took our after dinner drinks upstairs. Debbie agreed to the flight move but she was a bit fishy on the idea of moving into Kelvin's room once she saw it. It was certainly the nicest bedroom but I hadn't even changed the sheets and I had piled up a little mountain of his personal stuff in the middle of the floor. She clearly thought that I was imagining things going bump in the night that just weren't there. I thought that there was a good chance I was as well.

Debbie knew the easy way to my heart was via a last nightcap for the road and so she proposed we take a port up in the Red Room while having a chat about whether really to start changing bedding in the middle of the night. She rather easily seduced me into her way of thinking by laying back on the sofa under the carved snake, peeling back her top to reveal her beautiful pert white breasts and then slowly pouring port down between them which I happily lapped up. I planted kisses on either breast and her wonderfully swollen pink upward pointing nipples as I went. It made her gasp and giggle and arch her back up into me.

Then she peeled the rest of the dress off over her legs, wriggling back not the sofa as she went. She was naked apart from her high heels and she pulled me down into her glistening lower lips. I happily sunk my head and went down. She was wonderfully moist as I ran my tongue hard up inside her and then gently toyed upwards with the skin around her clit. Her legs folded around the back of my head as she gyrated herself onto me.

I felt her body tense and her thighs start to shake as she began to orgasm. As a wave finished rocking over her, she pulled me up and stripped my clothes off. I was aware that the light from the neighbour's house was still on. Without turning to look directly, I couldn't see anything out of the corner of my eye to suggest we were being watched. I have to admit that it did give me a little thrill nonetheless.

Debbie was wonderfully wet and warm as I pushed back into her, my cock thrusting up hard enough to lift her hips away from the sofa cushions. I could feel another wave building inside her as her body pulsated up and down my length. I could also feel my own release mounting as I slowed down and enjoyed curling my toes just for the fun of the sensation. We were a hot, slippery pair of intertwined bodies and it was wonderful when she pulled me off my feet, over onto her, all without breaking the rhythm.

I found myself face to face with the wooden snake carved into the back of the sofa which reared over the top of Debbies flushed face and wet, sweaty black hair. The snake still had a rather comic grin with the two corks I had pushed over it's metal tipped needle-like fangs. Kelvin's question, "Am I awake?" started to rush around inside my head. I was enjoying fucking Debbie so much that it kept pushing itself to the forefront of my mind. I peeled one of the corks off the snake's teeth and toyed the pad of an index finger under the sharp point. Without breaking the gyration of her hips, Debbie looked up as I gently pierced the end of my finger and a small bead of red welled up.

I was relieved not to wake up and so I pushed harder into Debbie's slick warmth. She was already coming as she reached up and grabbed my punctured finger, feeding it deep into her open mouth. As she did, she screamed and sucked and seemed to bounce up and down on me with a new ferocity. I felt her bite down, my finger between her side teeth as we both came hard and I fell down on top of her, completely spent.

My shoulders, back and legs were almost cramping from the effort of the fuck and it was all I could do to push myself up onto the sofa and fold into the gentle embrace of our two sweaty bodies. She laughed at me and pulled me close, giving me my finger back which was wet with saliva and deeply pitted with her teeth marks. Two opposing pointed eye teeth had come together just behind the crook and had made two fresh little bleeding holes. The two of us closed our eyes for a moment and I think we probably both drifted off together.

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Presently, I stirred, an uncomfortable crick in my neck. I could feel and hear Debbie sleeping soundly on the sofa underneath me and so I gently peeled myself off. I strode naked into the adjoining bedroom and found a blanket to throw over Debbie where she lay.

I wanted a shower and a sleep in a proper bed myself so I left her there. As I turned off the light and went to close the curtains in the Red Room on my way out, I saw what I had half expected. There was a single solitary figure standing out on the balcony of the neighbour's house. She was just out in the dark, peering across the garden in through the window at us. She didn't move or acknowledge me, she just stared, a slight green glow around her eyes, apparent in the darkness.

I closed the door to the Red Room behind me, took a shower and then slept in Kelvin's room. It was a wonderful, sound uninterrupted sleep, the first I had had in a week or so.

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(11) Sunday

When I woke up the next morning, I felt refreshed. I had slept for perhaps ten hours and a beautiful yellow ray of sun pierced the room from Kelvin's big window opposite the bed. I pulled on a few clothes and went to grab some coffee from downstairs. I vowed instantly to move in to Kelvin's room where I had spent the night. As I passed the Red Room, I poked my head round the door to look in on Debbie. She was still completely crashed out on the sofa, the blanket twisted round her feet. She didn't stir so I left her while I went down for coffee.

After my second cup and a catch up of the morning's news, I realised it was now more approaching lunch time than mid-morning. I made a fresh brew to take back up to Debbie and climbed back up the stairs.

The Red Room was still cast in darkness, curtains drawn tight and Debbie still lay in what looked like a slightly awkward splatter across the sofa. I called out her name a few times, starting softly and then progressing to a normal talking voice but she didn't move. I couldn't help but gaze upon her as I padded over to the curtains. She was long and white and beautiful, her black hair was splayed over the arm of the sofa, under the rearing snake.

I reached the curtain and whispered her name softly again as I it peeled back just a fraction to allow a shaft of light to penetrate on to the floor in front of her. She let out a stifled scream and huddled herself back against one arm of the sofa, grabbing and balling the woollen blanket around her as she went.

I immediately tried to calm her from the shock. I guessed that she had been startled, disturbed from her sleep prematurely and had woken wondering where she was. I gave her a few seconds, talking softly from across the room. She seemed to calm down and fell silent for the moment.

Then I peeled back the curtain a little further, letting light bathe the room and showing me a clear path back to the sofa through the islands of discarded clothes. I took it carefully so as to bring her the hot coffee safely.

As I approached her, I realised that something was not quite right. Her skin was not just her natural light freckled complexion but she was actually white. Her eyes were rings of bright pink in a completely pallid face. Her lips looked drawn, thin light pink lines across her face. She sat there looking up at me, not responding as I spoke to her and proffered the coffee. She looked fully the part of a diminishing Victorian TB wastrel. I put the cup down by the side of the sofa and brushed her hair back with my other hand.

As I drew my hand away, she smiled up at me, blood shot eyes half narrowing in a semi smile. She held my hand, pressing the inside of my wrist against her cheek which felt icy cold. She murmured softly against it and pushed the blanket down to her waist with her other hand, exposing her pert breasts. She gently spiralled her fingers around an erect pink nipple and turned her face towards my wrist as she did so. She closed her eyes and kissed my inner arm gently at first. Then I felt her soft mouth gently suck on to me and her tongue lap from my wrist into the middle of my forearm and back. My cock pressed hard against the inside of my slacks and I felt shivers as Debbie's hand moved from her nipple to gently scratching the outside of my pants.

Then I felt a tiny sharp scratch on the skin on the inside of my arm. I looked down at Debbie still kissing it and gently peeled back her top lip which was still pressed against my flesh. It was immediately evident where the scratch had come from. Rolling back Debbie's upper lip revealed first one and then two sharp eye teeth, no longer than normal but apparently extremely pointed and slightly curved inwards. The fang responsible for the scratch still had a tiny flush of pink saliva on it. A small bead of red welled on my skin as I slowly removed my arm from her kiss.

She didn't complain but stayed silent as I pulled back away from her. She wrapped herself back up in the blanket and bent down for the coffee. I stroked her hair again and she murmured an appreciation. The she said she would take a shower and join me downstairs in a little while.

Debbie looked much better as she came into the kitchen, dressed in tight jeans and a white silk shirt. She smelt fresh and citrusy and seemed back to her usual self, chatting away as I made her eggs and bacon. There was something about her that still looked a little gaunt around her face, her cheeks slightly hollow and her nose and her features slightly more angular than I remembered but at least there was some colour back in her. I found it hard not to stare at her eye teeth as she spoke and ate, they were devilishly sharp but not completely unusual. I guessed it was just something I had missed before. She busied herself with my laptop, checking us in for our flights while I made another round of coffees and french toast bits.

The flights were to be the last off the island for the night and for me they couldn't come soon enough. I said as much to Debbie and she laughed at me, chiding me for falling for a childish idea. She asked me how I had slept and I had to admit that it had been sound and that I certainly felt better for it. Then she asked me if I was ready to go back into the basement and have a look at Kelvin's "sex toy", as she put it. I have to admit that not for the first time that weekend, I did feel a bit silly. The hot coffee and sun streaming in through the window certainly did do wonders for resetting my mental state.

I managed to push her off by telling her my plans for the morning. I had charged the marine radio and decided that we should go for a sail. She gladly agreed and went back upstairs to dig out a few warm clothes and a big straw hat of Kelvin's before joining me in the car.

It was a gorgeous morning, perfect for a sail over to Falmouth and I hoped a nice boozy lunch in the club. Gulls cawed and swooped low over the small blue ridged waves just off shore, no doubt buoyed up overnight with the storms. The boat glistened with her new varnish in the sun as we strode down the pontoon however, for some reason, Debbie was instantly uneasy.

When we had spoken a few nights before, she had seemed excited at the prospect of a sail. It was something she had done as a teenager and was keen to get back out. However, now that she was faced with the prospect of actually hopping from the pontoon on to the deck of the boat, she froze.

I decided to give her a moment and so I busied myself by throwing the kit bag into the well deck, opening up the cabin and getting the engine fired up. After a few minutes, I was ready to push off but Debbie was still just stock still in silence on the edge of the gangway.

She kept on repeating, "I can't. I'm sorry, I just can't."

I hopped back down to help her and looped myself round her to show her where to place her foot and hand in order to lever herself up over the running board. As I placed the flat of her palm against the wood, she suddenly screeched and drew back. All of a sudden, there appeared to be a great welt in the flat of her hand, right where she had touched the wood of the deck. It was as if she had been burnt by a branding iron, forged in the shape of one of Kelvin's weird carvings.

We both just stared down at her injured hand for little while in disbelief. It was enough for us to cancel the plans for sailing and beat a hasty retreat. Neither of us felt like touching the boat again.

All was silent in the car during the return journey save for a few sniffles from Debbie. I apologised profusely but in fairness, I didn't really know what for. The deck hadn't seemed hot to the touch and I had no real idea what had happened to her hand.

Once we got back inside at home, Debbie seemed to perk up. She dried her eyes and the mischievous smile reappeared across her pretty lips.

"You know, you did leave some unfinished business from earlier", Debbie said, stroking her hard nipple that was jutting against the sheer white silk as she leant against the kitchen counter.

"Want to go play with the sex toy?".

I felt butterflies in my stomach and gladly got up to follow her as she strode towards the basement door, casting a coquettish glance back over her shoulder.

The bravado of the bright kitchen vanished as I got to the bottom of the stairs down into the basement. On the far side of the room, where there had previously been the table with the colourful blanket and bones on it, there was now just an empty table. On the floor just in front of the table was laid out the blanket and on top of that knelt the lady from next door. She was motionless, back straight up, hands gently laid on her thighs in front of her. Her face was partially covered by her cloak and hood that was pulled up. A shock of shiny black hair tumbled out and down around her neck.

I shouted across to her but she remained impassive, eyes closed as if in sleep. Debbie, in front of me, approached her softly and lowered her hood around her shoulders. Debbie seemed completely entranced by this seemingly sleeping woman kneeling in front of her. She bent down and stroked the woman's hair back from her shoulders. Still there was no glimmer of life, eyes closed, no obvious rise or fall of her chest, just nothing. It was as if she was a soft statue.

I caught up with Debbie and bent down towards the woman, talking to her all the while but eliciting no response. I knelt down myself in front of her and stroked my hand over the side of her hair and ran my thumb over a dark eyebrow as my hand framed her face. Still there was no movement.

Up close, she was undoubtedly stunning, a flawless mediterranean complexion, dark eyes and unbelievably full deep red lips.

"You know you want to look", Debbie whispered from behind me, leaning herself gently against my back and her cheek coming down to touch mine over my shoulder.

She was absolutely right, I did. With adrenaline pulsing round my body, I brought a hand back up to the beautiful face and gently stroked her cheek with the back of my hand before turning it and running a thumb over her full upper lip.

There was still no response at all from the woman.

I gently returned my thumb to her lips and softly peeled upwards. Her lips were deep and soft and warm and peeled back to reveal glistening white teeth and full pink gums. Her teeth were just as I had remembered, jagged and gleaming pearl white. All were angular and deadly sharp but her canines were a sight to behold. They elongated perhaps half a centimetre beyond the rest, curved in deeply and ended in needle like tips. I couldn't help but run a finger down the outside of one, staying well away from the point.

I drew my hand back. Debbie, still behind me, leant around me and traced her own fingers into the now slightly parted mouth. She gasped a quivering breath. Debbie gently prised the sets of teeth apart and ran her own finger between the biting surfaces of the front teeth.

"Oh god, imagine if she bit down now", Debbie panted closely into my ear.

I could only imagine it. I felt for sure that Debbie would lose the end of her finger if indeed the woman woke and bit down. It felt horrific but there was no way I could look away from what was unfolding right in front of me.

Debbie gently opened the woman's jaw wider, giving us both a view of the full set of teeth, sharp and angular all the way to the back. They glistened in the light from the bulb, slick with saliva.

I could feel Debbie press her face against mine, "oh my god, I'm just so wet", she moaned against my ear, her jaw pressed down on my shoulder.

Then she withdrew her hand from the mouth and slid it down the front of my trousers. She ran her wet fingers down my rock hard erection.

"Can you feel her saliva on your Cock Chris?" she purred into me. I could feel her breathing becoming more rhythmic, Debbie's other hand now deep down the front of her own jeans.

"God, stand up, we have to do this," she panted.

I stood up, still facing the motionless open mouthed vampiress, for I can now think of no better way to describe her.

Debbie undid the front of my trousers and dropped them, along with my underwear down to my ankles. My cock sprang forward, erect and freed form confines. Debbie knelt down herself to one side and gently added her own soft lips to the continuing gentle ministrations of her fingers around the tip of my cock.

I watched in horror and ecstasy as Debbie gently guided the tip of my hard penis towards the open lips of the woman. She paused a moment and guided me into her own mouth, her tongue gently lapping under the head while softly rolling her cheek around it. I stared down vacantly past the deep soft lips of the woman, no longer hiding their glistening white teeth as Debbie gently sucked on me next to her. I thought for a moment about Debbie's own sharp eye teeth but she kept her lips and tongue well covered over them.

Then Debbie slowly released me from her own mouth and guided me forwards, a gentle pressure of one hand on my buttocks and one hand around my cock.

"Put it in."

She pressed slightly downwards as we guided me into the soft warmth of the mouth of the kneeling woman. I felt myself graze her fat upper lip but Debbie's pressure kept me just out of reach of her upper incisors and she carefully threaded me down the centre, right between the fangs. I sunk in and felt myself lodge between her upper palate and tongue. At that moment, I felt sure she would wake but still nothing, all three of us paused in absolute silence.

Debbie stroked my base, gently moving me backwards and forwards while increasing the pressure with her other hand that had returned down her knickers. I could see that she was deliberately protecting me from the teeth with her own fingers, each down stroke nudging them against the woman's lower jaw. Debbie had cut herself, perhaps deliberately with the pressure but there was no way I could stop or pull back as I began to rise towards my own climax.

As I got closer and stiffened up, the woman's hands suddenly lifted up from her thighs and clasped around my behind, drawing me into her mouth fully. I felt a soft, powerful, rhythmic suction as she convulsed against me and drank me deep into her. The strength in her grip was like being held in a vice, there was simply no wiggle room.