Fang of Control Ch. 04

Copyright 2021 by Limnophile

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I only offer this to entertain. If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs, or inspire an orgasm, that's even better.

Thanks to the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from 'Painfully Godawful' to 'Average'. I hope at least one of them will look at this and smile.

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Mostly in a dream, I heard a man talking to somebody. "... didn't pay for two days, so I opened the door and found him like that."

I felt something squeezing my left arm and another male voice said, "BP is 80 over 40, with pulse of 16. Only four breaths a minute, and temp is 93."

A blazing light blasted me in the right eye as a finger lifted my eyelid. "Sir, did you take any drugs? Are you high on something?" The damn laser-like flashlight moved to my other eye for a moment, then mercifully disappeared.

I felt a needle poke my right wrist. "Are you allergic to anything? Did you eat anything unusual recently?"

I felt myself chuckle as I remembered eating two weeks' worth of meat in only 48 hours.

"This is serious, sir. Do you have any health conditions we should know about? Diabetes? Heart problems?"

I was annoyed they pulled me out of my nice dream of chasing a goat up a mountain. I found the energy to say, "Lemme sleep."

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I woke up later hearing a siren and felt somebody tapping my shoulder. "... adrenaline is working. He's coming around. Can you hear me, Ronald? Ronald's your name, right?"

I groggily mumbled, "Ron. Call me Ron."

"Everything will be okay, Ron. We're almost to the hospital."

I opened my eyes and saw a lot of medical equipment.

"BP is back to 110 over 70, with pulse of 64..."

I started to sit up in the back of the ambulance and the medic pushed on my chest. "Just lay down and take it easy, sir. A doctor will help you in only a few minutes."

I saw snow falling out the window! It was WINTER! I needed to get HOME! I had to get home before I FROZE!

I yanked some wires off my chest and arm, pushed the man aside, and yanked the door handle. I saw we were speeding down the highway, going at least 80 miles an hour. I jumped out the back of the ambulance, rolled onto the pavement, and leaped off the highway a split second before an 18-wheeler would have turned me into road pizza.

I had to get HOME! I instinctively knew which way was west, toward my house in Utah, and started running. After a minute I realized I'd never make it there from Philadelphia in only jeans, bare feet, and a t-shirt. It was over 2,000 miles, so I had to get back to my truck. My feet were extremely cold by the time I ran the 20 or so miles. I climbed in and started the engine, then drove to a big box store. I enjoyed the nice warmth as the heater started working.

I went into the store and got some socks and a pair of boots, along with a winter jacket. As I walked to the cash register, one of the employees said, "Sir, no shoes..." I glared into his eyes. "Na... no problem, sir." He gulped.

I started feeling a little sleepy again as I climbed back into my truck, so I drove to a hotel nearby and got a room. It was only 3pm, but I was dead tired. I also felt hungry enough to eat a horse, maybe two. I called room service and ordered two steaks and a whole fried chicken. By the time I finished eating it, I fell asleep on the bed.

I panicked when I woke up, with a large room around me. I quickly curled up in the closet with all the blankets again. I sat on the closet floor with a winter coat on and three blankets wrapped around me. I was sweating like crazy, but felt the need to stay warm. My belly was filled almost to bursting again, but I wanted more food.

I knew something was terribly wrong, and finally realized, THE FANG!

I lifted the necklace over my head and set it on the floor. I felt weak and cowardly, but resisted the powerful urge to pick it up. I pushed the blankets away and took the heavy jacket off. It was a comfortable temperature, and I felt badly bloated from overeating again. I knew I had to either put the necklace away for the winter, or find a way to hibernate.

I took a shower and felt tempted to put the necklace back on as I looked at it from across the room. I firmly turned my head away and thought about what I should do. I thought about it most of the night. I looked at the date on the morning news, and discovered I'd slept three whole days until the ambulance had picked me up. There was no wonder I wasn't tired.

At 11am I thought about having breakfast, but still felt full from the previous day. There was a knock at the door and a female voice, "Housekeeping".

I opened the door and saw a slender African-American lady around 35. I shyly tried to avoid her gaze. "Let me get my boots on, and I'll get out of your way.

"It's okay. You can sit in a chair and I'll clean the rest." She smiled and I could tell she liked me.

"Um... I'm gonna go get some breakfast." I got my coat and the fang necklace from the closet.

"Sure. I'll be done in fifteen, maybe twenty minutes." Out the corner of my eye, I saw her staring at me as I walked out the door. As I waited for the elevator I casually put the necklace over my head without thinking.

As the large tooth touched my chest, I could smell her from down the hall. The scent of her vagina was BREATHTAKINGLY appealing! I NEEDED IT! I ran back to my room. After a seduction that took all of five seconds, she was kissing me. I squeezed her ass through her skirt as she thrust her hips against me. Three orgasms and half an hour later, she said, "It doesn't make sense. You're white, but that was the best sex of my life! Your dick is only average, but OHMIGOD can you use it!"

I reached to kiss her but fell asleep instead.

When I woke, I panicked and crawled in the closet again. It only took a few moments for me to realize I would be fine walking around and doing things, even outdoors in the middle of winter. I had driven a snowplow for a small town part-time for a couple of seasons, and only minded the cold one day when I had forgotten my gloves. People had learned to deal with winter cold a quarter million years ago, but I still felt the terrible fear.

My new plan wouldn't allow me to get my revenge for a long time, but I thought it was a good plan. I'd move south for the winter. I smiled as I thought of drinks on the sand and beach bimbos everywhere. I got in my truck and headed onto the highway, thinking aloud, "Florida, here I come!"

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