12/31/32

I woke up with a freezing sensation stuck to my crown. I tried to pull my arm up to wipe away the settled cold, finding myself unable to move.

I looked down at the soft spiky haired head curled against me and tried to find out where she was grabbing me. She was clutching my left arm against her chest as my left was thrown over her side.

I ran my fingers across her soft skin before bringing it out of the covers and rustling my hair. I tried to roll out of bed, only managing to sit upright on the bed. Wight was still latched onto my arm, and refusing to let me go.

I threw the covers off her, making her curl up even further as her naked body was exposed. She was beautiful, soft porcelain skin, perfect breasts, an amazingly cute face, and raven black hair so silky it put the finest cloth to shame. And above all else, she was mine.

I wiggled my arm free and replaced my arm with a pillow. She buried her face into it and curled back up. I tucked her back under the covers and got to my hooves. I grabbed my old outfit and got dressed once again. My outfit was a bit gritty, but aside from that, I realized just how cold the room was. My hair was on end even with my cloth covering.

My groggy mind recalled the window and quickly closed it. For all her virtues, whatever possessed Wight to open a window at six am in December, was a bit annoying.

Once the window was closed, my body quickly heated up and fought away the cold. I found myself a bit out of sorts as my more base requirements called. I felt a little guilty for leaving Wight alone in bed, but my body needed to be tended to.

I creeped out of the room, trying to keep my hooves from making too much noise as I moved. I managed to unlock the door and step outside without being to loud. Free of the prospect of waking her up I walked around the hall, checking the doors until I found the restroom. Once my creature comforts were taken care of I tried to sneak back into Wight's room.

"Thorn. How are you?" Mr. Wesk's voice rang out over my hooves tapping.

I stopped in the middle of the hall and turned around. I spotted Ben's pure white face staring down at me, his blackened eyes boring through my head. "Good."

Ben sipped from a large black cup. "Let's take a walk." he put his arm behind my back and started pushing me off towards another door. I went along with him as we walked down stairs. I spotted a clock and was amazed by the time. I had slept from five in the morning to two P.M. My brain had to take a few moments to realized it was still the same day as when I went to sleep.

My frazzled brain was snapped awake by the smell of coffee. "Here." Ben handed me a cup. "Too damn early without coffee."

I took a hearty drink and continued to follow Ben as he lead me through his home. "Your house is nice...."

Be peered back at me and shrugged. "Eh...I've been planing to move for a while. But it's close to my work so what am I gonna do?"

I nodded a few times. "I get that. It's like what my dad does."

Ben held a door open for me. "Day people like the sun right?"

"Uh...yes?" I said, trying to be convincing as I stepped out into the small back yard. "Kinda cold out here."

Ben walked out and plopped down in a lawn chair. "I can't feel it. I stopped feeling it when I changed." he rubbed his eyes as he leaned into the arm of the chair. "Thorn...did you two do anything last night?"

I turned around and played with the handle of my mug. "Not...really." I stared at the floor. "I mean...you saw what we did. Nothing else happened."

Ben let out a harsh sigh. "So you just slept together?" He took a deep breath. "She's like her mother. Really...." He rolled his wrist as he tried to think of the right phrase. "Touchy feely? Does that make sense?"

I nodded a few times and set my cup down on the back porch. "Huggy."

"Yeah, huggy." Ben sat upright. "But you two...I mean...like I said, I know your dad, and he's a good guy. You seem like a good kid, so I'm not worried. Just...if you two do, do something, be safe about it. You're what...fifteen?"

I stepped back onto the grass. "Almost eighteen...."

Ben wiped is face, "Sorry...it's kinda hard to tell." He nodded lazily. "Anyways it's good. She's about your age. A bit younger I think but- anyways, just be good to her. I'm not expecting you to marry her, or even stay with her, but be good to her while you are...that's all I'm asking, and I don't think it's too much to ask for."

My stomach sank as he spoke. His words felt heavy, each one landing like a lead weight. "I...yeah, no, I'd never hurt her!"

Ben let out a long breath. "You will, it won't be your fault, but you will. I'm sure you'll do your best, but that's all I'm asking."

I nodded uneasily. "Yeah...okay."

Ben and I stayed outside for a while, listening as the birds sang in his garden. "She's a biter."

I turned to Ben. "I'm sorry?"

Ben covered his mouth as he laughed, his sharp teeth visible through his fingers. "She's gonna bite you at some point. It feels like a pin prick, but it's just a nerve thing."

I rubbed my neck. "Like...like a vampire?"

Ben's smile faded. "Everyone says that. She'll probably bite your arm, if you let her she might bite your neck, but I taught her to never bite if they're not okay with it." Ben set his coffee down and interlaced his fingers. "She's a good girl Thorn. She'll make you happy, no matter what."

Ben stood up and spun me around by the shoulder. "But if you hurt her on purpose."- he tightened his grip on my shoulder. -"They'll never find your body." his stare grew bleak as his grip loosened, a haunting presence clinging to my skin as he pulled away. "Now go find her. Be there when she wakes up."

I swallowed hard, banishing my nervousness and walking back into their home. I was stopped half way inside by the green bat pony. "Hey...." he grumbled as his wing blocked the way. "Thorn...you know who I am?"

I took a deep breath and stood my ground. "Wayne right? A weird name for a--"

"Save it!" he snapped, flashing his teeth at me. "So you and my sister, you think you're just gonna tou--"

Ben walked back inside next to me. "Wayne...what are you doing?"

Wayne scrunched up his muzzle. "Dad...I'm trying to be intimidating!" he whined as Ben pushed past him.

Ben turned back to him. "Well you're not very good at it. And I already took care of it. Perks of being tall son, perks of being tall." Ben wandered off, fading into the darkness like some crazy vampire creature.

I patted Wayne's disappointing head as I walked past, prompting him to take a swipe at me with his hoof. I sucked in my gut and dodge. He just grumbled angrily as I hurried back towards Wight's pink room.

I hurried up and inside, locking the door behind me. I found a seat on the edge of her bed and watched her sleep. I ran my hand through her hair, letting it trail under the covers, along her side, and over the joining where her coat met her skin. I ran my hand across her pony leg. I stopped as I reached her hoof, letting my nails drag through her fetlocks and over the solid part of her hoof. I creeped my fingers inside the ring of her hoof and touched the soft insides, making Wight tremble slightly and kick her leg slightly.

"Thorn?" Wight's raspy voice groggily called out. "What are you doing?"

I froze as I carried her right hoof in my hands. "Uh...nothing."

She rolled onto her back, tearing her hoof away and looking up groggily. "What time is it?"

I looked around for a clock, finding one on her nightstand. "It's about...three."

Wight let out a long grumble and shoved me off her bed. "Day...day sucks...." she sat on the edge of her bed and wrapped herself, head to toe, in covers. "What...don't look at me like that." she grumbled as she pulled the covers over her face.

"What, it's adorable." I said, trying not to laugh as she pouted. "Well that's not helping!"

She stuck her tongue out, letting it extend a few horridly long inches out of her mouth. "Blaa...."

I stared at her long tongue for a while before adjusting myself. "Well...that's...okay."

She slurped her tongue back in and stood up. "So...." she walked over to me and stood wrapped up in her blanket. "Do you still like me?"

I took a deep breath to steady myself. "Of course." I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her bundled form against my chest. I squeezed her tight as she pressed herself into my body.

We stayed like that for a while, just letting her bury herself into my chest. "You're warm." she mumbled as I felt her nose press against my shirt. "And you smell. Uh...knida...yeah...."

I grew a big self conscious of my non showered status and eased away the hug. "Sorry." I took a few steps back. "I...didn't shower, and I, clothes." I mumbled as I backed away.

Wight let out a long sigh. "Well...I mean...I didn't shower either."

My heart jumped as I realized what she was insinuating. "Ba I uh--"

She started laughing at my tongue tied behavior. "Bah? You sound like a sheep!"

I could feel my face flush as she continued to laugh. "Hey, I'm not the one that--" I was cut off as she grabbed my wrist, letting the blanket fall off her and reveal her bare chest. "Uh...that...um--"

"Yeah...right?" she laughed nervously as she pulled me out of her room. We stood alone in the hall for a mere instant before she swung me into her bathroom. I nearly tripped on the tile floor, stumbling back and busting my ass on the lip of the tub. Wight heard my grunt as I tried to stand and stepped over to me. "Oh geez, are you okay?! Please be okay!"

I rubbed just above the base of my tail and held Wight's wrist, her shaking me growing rather unhelpful. "I'm fine...I'm fine. Just...gonna be a little sore." I continued to rub it as the pain ebbed away.

"Please don't hate me, please, seriously I'm really sorry!" Wight pleaded as she wrapped her arms around me. "Please pleas--"

"Wight...."

"Huh?"

"Why are we in here?"

Wight looked up at me for a second before pursing her lips and curling her head against my chest. "i...I wanna see it...."

"What?" I asked, missing her words completely.

Wight let go of me and stepped back. "Promise you won't laugh at me."

"Okay, sure." I stated, finally letting my arms fall to my side.

"Say it, say you won't laugh at me!" Wight demanded with a stomp of her hoof.

I grabbed her by her shoulder. "Calm down! I promise I will not laugh at you."

Wight stared up at me, nervously playing with her hair as I let her go. "I...- can I hold you hand?" Without waiting for an answer she grabbed my hand and squeezed it like a vise. "Okay...." She took a deep breath. "I want...to see it."

I let out a rough half laugh. "Wh-what?"

"I want to see your thingy."

I felt my hand get sweaty as she squeezed it tighter. "Have you never...seen--"

"No...I've seen ponies thingys in books, same with humans, but.... There are none for us...in books."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and let go of her hand, she refused to let go and I quickly found myself a bit stuck. "So...is that why--"

"And you need to shower. We both need to shower." Wight finally let go of my hand. "So...can I see it?"

I felt my heart beat rashly. "Can I...yours?" I pointed to her cartoon patterned panties.

"Well- I mean- yeah...right...that's right." she covered her groin with her hands and shifted her hooves. "I mean...this is.... Stop looking and I'll do it!"

I rolled my eyes and turned around. I stared at the bright white door as I heard water start to run. It was really going to happen, not only was I going to see her fully naked, I was going to see her wet and fully naked. "Okay...you can turn around, but don't stare!"

I slowly peeked behind me, finding her pale white hands covering her lap, her black coat visible through the cracks in her fingers. "Stop it! I said not to stare!"

I felt myself growing as I stared at her now completely naked form. "I uh...it's...hard- not to stare I mean...hard...not to stare...." I mumbled unconvincingly.

"Well...are you gonna...." She pointed at my crotch and made a circle with her finger.

I licked the insides of my teeth and fingered my belt buckle. "Shower's running...."

Wight turned back towards the shower and stepped inside, letting the water cascade over her and onto the tile floor. "You're cleaning this, so you better hurry."

I watched as the floor grew a puddle. I took my shirt off and set it atop the toilet. My pants quickly joined them. "So...uh...this is gonna be kinda...." I stared down at the tent I was pitching. "Kinda hard to maneuver."

Wight started laughing as she tried to cover her mouth. "What is that!?"

I glared angrily at her, feeling my tail swish angrily as I turned away. "Don't start." I pulled my boxers down and tossed them with the rest of my clothes. "Great...this doesn't look much better." I was left staring right at my peach spotted member, left wondering how I got roped into this.

"Well!?" Wight called out over the sound the the water. I swallowed my breath and turned around. I stood ram rod stiff in multiple ways as she stared at my groin. "Oh...wow...dear Luna. I don't know what I was expecting...but it wasn't that."

I stared into the mirror, oddly uncomfortable seeing myself naked. "Yeah...doctor said it's like ponys'." I walked into the shower and was immediately enveloped in warm water. Wight stepped back and covered her groin as she stared at my lower body.

"It's...big." She mumbled as she backed into the wall. She moved her fingers around as she stared at me. "I don't- how is that supposed to fit?"

I locked my arms. "W-what!?"

Wight stepped forward and grabbed my shaft. "There is no way this would fit!"

I started burning up as her soft hand squeezed my fleshy rod. She quickly realized what a compromising position she had thrown herself in and let go. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

My legs buckled, sending me backwards. I fell on my ass once again, aggravating the bruise and causing me a horrid amount of pain. "Fu-fuck!" I screamed as the base of my tail felt like it was broken. "Dicks and ass!"

Wight grew panicked and knelt down. "Are you alright?! Your thingy went limp, are you okay!?"

I let out a long groan before settling back. "I'm fine...no, not really, but that wasn't your fault...entirely."

"Entirely!? So you're saying it was my fault!?"

I sat back in the shower. "Kinda?"

Wight stood up and kicked my hoof, not causing any pain but making her agitation clear. "It's not like I tried!"

We both sat on our respective sides of the shower. Wight had taken to washing herself while I watched in awe. Her body was amazing. The lack of panties was both a blessing and a curse. While they provided a bit of mystery, the way her butt moved as she shifted gave me glances at her sex.

She turned around and looked down at me once again. "Really!? It does that when you're excited right?!"

I ignored her and stared at her groin. The slightest hint of pink flesh barely showing from between her thighs.

She shifted her hips a bit, exposing slightly more as she continued to dance about. "Seriously...I don't think that would ever fit." She joined me, taking a seat in the shower. "I mean...I've...with things...but that thing isn't right!"

I huffed angrily. "You're not that tiny!"

Wight jumped upright. "I'm not tiny at all! Look at my legs, are these tiny legs!?" she grabbed her thigh. "These are running legs!"

I got to my hooves and walked over. My brain finally had enough of my nervous restrain and started moving on it's own. In seconds I was behind her, pressing my body against her's. "Thorn, what the heck are you doing!?" Wight asked with a bit of panic in her voice. "Thor--" she snapped her mouth shut as I moved my hands over her hips and curled them in towards her sex. "Thorn I don- okay!" she jumped upright, stumbling forward and having to use her hands to keep from falling forward.

I had no idea what I was touching, but it was warm, wet, and soft. My hands quickly rubbed the insides of her thigh and teased the edge of her sex. I was far from being an expert and at this point I was already past my knowledge of the subject matter. Something primal in my brain just said rub, rub things together and eventually something amazing will happen.

Eventually Wight let out a long, rattly, moan and arched her back. She was left mumbling for a few moments before spinning around and pushing me into the wall. I found myself pinned as Wight forced our mouths together.

A loud banging caused her to snap her teeth down on my tongue. "Water bill!" a burly voice yelled as I recoiled in pain.

Wight went into a full blown panic and shut the water off. She grabbed me and hugged me to her chest. "Oh my god, I did it again, I'm so--"

I threw her arms off me and grabbed her by the upper arms. "Wight, I'm fine!" I let her go as she continued to freak out.

"It almost happened and then we just- again!" she babbled to herself as I helped her out of the tub and handed her a towel. "We- I mean...I just wanted to...."

I took a deep breath as I found my clothes on the floor and soaked. I was going to have to go without them on my run back. Ponies didn't mind, but the cold was definitely going to be harsh. "I know, believe me, I get people walking in on me a lot." I grumbled as I picked up my slightly soggy clothes. "Your family was coming to our party right?"

"Party?" Wight asked, tone like I had just reveal the secrets of life.

"New Year's party? I'm pretty sure your dad said you'd be coming." I stepped towards the door. "Let's go early and we can...you know...be alone."

Wight's wings flung open, sending water everywhere. "Um...yes." she bolted past me, nearly tripping as she got into the hall. "Downstairs, wait for me!" she yelled as her door slammed shut.

I shook my head and started off towards the Wesk's entry. I got a few curious looks from Wight's mother and an angry stare from Wayne. "Clothes...wet." I mumbled as I walked towards the door.

I waited for what felt like an hour as the two ponies talked about me like I wasn't even there. Eventually Wight came down the steps, bundled up with a large coat and a blanket. "Here." she tossed the pink blanket over me.

I managed to pull it off me. "That's a girl's blanket! I can't wear that outside!"

Wight got an annoyed look on her face and pulled the door open. A rush of ice cold air slammed against my skin, making me shudder immediately. "Okay, I'll take the blanket!" I cried as the bitter cold air ate through my coat and burrowed into my flesh.

The cartoon covered blanket was quickly wrapped around me, extremely warm against my skin as Wight hugged me close. "Should we walk?"

I started laughing and shook my head madly. "No, no, no." I reached into my pant's pocket and pulled out a few coins. "I'm not about to die out there in the cold!"

Wight started pulling me out into the cold. "Baby." she pulled me down the street and towards the main road. It was about four thirty, the perfect time to catch a rickshaw heading to pick up working ponies. Within seconds we had paid our fare and were being whisked away towards my home.

I sat freezing while Wight bobbed happily. "I love this! These things are awesome!" she looked me up and down and frowned heavily. She leaned against me, and before I could react I found myself wrapped up by her leathery wing. The excessive cold was kept at bay as she snuggled against me. "Better?" she asked with such sweetness to her voice I could practically feel my heart melt.

"Better." I mumbled softy, prompting her to rub her cheek against mine and lean harder against me. I pushed back and closed my eyes as we met in the middle.

"Damn kids." the rickshaw driver grumbled bitterly. I glared at him as he pulled us down the street. Thankfully our interaction was short lived and we were dropped off near Datura's.

Wight and myself walked quickly towards the bat mare's apartment, stopping dead as a large crowd greeted us, my dad at the forefront. "Thorn! There you are." he walked over and held his drink on his head. "Who's your friend?"

I looked past my father at the group already spilling out onto the front steps. "Dad...this is Wight, she's my fri--"

"I'm his girlfriend." she chirped as she wrapped around my arm.

I felt my stomach upturned itself as my brain struggled to come up with my next words. Thankfully my dad cut me off. "That's great kid--" he tore his drink down from his head, spilling a little on the ground. "...Crap...I'm out." he dumped his drink and took a deep breath. "Well, have a good time you two." he walked back into the crowd.

I was left with Wight, standing before a large group of ponies and humans. I looked on in horror as I realized how overrun the house was. "God damn it!" I yelled as I threw my clothes down. "Just one quiet night is all I'm asking for!"

Wight pulled her wing away and picked up my still damp clothes. "It's not your fault."

I ducked down and grabbed my head. "It's new years damn it! I just--" A loud cough cut me off. I spotted Auntie Octavia bump a key off her flank and push it back with her back right leg. She kicked it away and walked away.

I scrambled over and nabbed the key. I spotted Auntie laughing a little as she flicked her tail and melted into the crowd. I babbled a little and started pulling Wight towards the neighboring door. I hurried with the key and nearly threw us inside. I locked Auntie's apartment behind me and took a massive breath.

I managed to get one look at Wight before she dropped my clothes. "Bedroom?"

"Bedroom." I nodded hastily. "Last door on the left."

Wight ran off without another word, leaving me to look over the details. I ran into Auntie's kitchen and nabbed a bottle, swinging it back and taking a decent swig of whatever alcohol was inside. It tasted bitter, burned, and was a bit earthy. It was terrible.

With a mouthful of liquor running into my stomach and calming my nerves I started up towards Octavia's bedroom. I would have to find a way to pay her back for this, amongst other things. She was ridiculously kind to me, yet still single. I decided since she bestowed this unique gift onto me, I would have to find a way to pay her back.

I paused at the door and took a deeply shaken breath. "Do this Thorn...do this for Octavia, for yourself, for her, for--" I stopped as I heard a shrill whine from the door. I quickly popped the door open and spotted Wight with her ass high and face planted into Octavia's massive bed. Her hands idly playing with her sex as I stood stunned in the doorway.

I felt my heart loose control, making me feel a bit unstable as I lurched forward. It was a beautiful sight, bright pink being spread by two pure white fingers, her coat a glistening black as she soaked herself.

I felt myself grow uncomfortably stiff as I watched her bury her face further in her pillow. The awkward pain quickly turned to an ache as my body started to burn. I lurched over and bumped my knees into the bed. Wight's eyes popped open as she found herself staring at me between her legs. "T-Thorn...hi."

I didn't say anything, instead getting onto the bed and grabbing her rump. I squeezed her rump lustfully, causing her soft flesh to spread further and revealing a bright pink. I was nearly drooling as I squeezed her tighter and tighter, leaning my head closer and closer, the strong, heady, scent in my nose driving me crazy. In a moment of pure lustful greed I pressed my tongue into the lowest point of her sex and dragged it roughly up her slit. The unusual texture and the nearly unrecognizable flavor was enough to fuel my curiosity further.

The amazingly musky smell and taste combined with the soft fleshy texture, sopping wet and slightly thick, made the entire experience unforgettable. Even the sound of her shaky breath followed by a shrill squeak, made me twitch and ache even more.

There was going to be no more waiting. I jumped to my hooves and lined myself up with her. I pressed my pre leaking meat against her and pushed slightly, digging in ever so slightly and making her give out a sharp gasp. The tone was just enough to snap me back. I realized what I had just done and shifted back. Auntie and Datura had told me one thing, one simple thing, and I almost fucked it up.

"Thorn!?" Wight yelled as she turned her head back to meet me. "What's wrong, is it me?!"

I ran off and left her ass up on the bed. I tripped on the stairs, falling on my ass and riding each step down until I could clamor to my hooves again. I scrambled towards my old clothes and turned the pockets out. I found my wallet and threw everything but the condom on the floor. I ripped it open and started trying to figure it out. It didn't take long before I had managed to figure it out and pulled the thin skin over my cock and started running back up towards the bedroom.

I clawed my way back into the bedroom, finding my mate on her back, crying as she held the covers to her eyes. I ran over and scrambled into the bed next to her. "Get out Thorn!"

I grew slightly panicked as I overlooked her. "What- why!?"

Wight tore the covers away from her eyes. "You walked out, you just left me alone!"

I pulled her hands away from her face and pulled our lips together. She tried to fight it for a mere tick before resting her hands on the side of my chest. We held each other for a long time before breaking it off. I took a deep breath and prepared to explain myself. "Condom...." was all I could managed.

Wight tucked her head down and peered between my legs. "What?"

I wiped my face. "Uh...condom...I uh...forgot- I mean I have it now--" I was cut off as Wight slapped me hard.

"You prick! I thought I did something wrong!"

I rubbed my cheek, trying to rid myself of the pain as Wight continued to berate me. I let her continue to swear and yell as I maneuvered under the covers and lined myself up with her. I felt around her sex, finding the proper place and pressing my tip against her. "I thought--" as she went to tell me how she thought I had left her or left her on her own I jammed myself inside past her hole, feeling every vein in my cock squeeze past her tiny hole. Wight just let out a long moan as she threw her head back into her pillow.

As wonderfully tight and extremely hot I couldn't help but feel I was missing out on the squishy texture of her sex. The condom felt awkward, not bad, but awkward. I focused on amazing squeeze Wight was giving me as I pressed more and more of myself inside her, bottoming out as she gave a sharp shriek and clenched her muscles. It felt like something grabbed me by the base and compressed my entire cock in oven like vise.

My brain had a hiccup as I let out a loud Ahhh. I let my head drop as I struggled to keep from falling atop Wight. I was in a miniature bliss as Wight gripped my forearms and continued to moan. Her long tongue flopped out as I slowly pulled back, my entire lower body feeling amazingly right as my cock was throttled and worked by her sex, her walls twitching and squeezing while her entrance maintained an amazing tightness to it.

As I pulled out, keeping my tip just inside her, she popped her eyes open and braced herself on my arms. "Thorn...Thorn, wait!" Her nails dug into my arm as she felt my press inside her. "Mmm-ah Thorn...please, please Thorn."

I had no idea what she wanted, but she was slowly clawing at my arm. I lowered my upper body and found myself nose to nose with Wight. I pumped her warm insides with my thick member as the false aids in the condom tried to mimic her slippery insides.

Wight quickly abandoned my arms and wrapped her hands around my head, holding me to her chest as her spastic breath bounced her breasts in front of me. "Thorn...please, can I please-- ah!" she let out a shrill moan as she gripped my head tighter. Before I could ask what she wanted I was pulled upwards and forced into a very one sided kiss. Wight's long tongue quickly forced itself into my mouth and carried with it an interesting flavor.

I lost focus on my lower movements and pumped idly. I quickly shifted my focus to the slippery flesh dancing around my mouth. I forced my tongue over her own and forced the fight into her mouth. I found myself a little intimidated as I felt her fangs, quickly retreating and letting her have reign over our mouths. I went back to trying to stave off my orgasm as her sex tenderized my cock and threatened to pull my seed out by force.

I lifted my hips and managed to prop myself up on the bottoms of my thighs. I had to pull our mouths apart, but the added control let me grab Wight's legs and hammer her greedy sex. Each thrust outlining the contours of both or parts and sending a rippling pleasure through my cock and into the base of my being.

I let out a guttural moan as I pulverized her pussy, jamming myself in as I burst. Wight let out a long raspy cry as she held grabbed at my shaft, unable to fit her hands between the joining and simply holding her lower stomach as I pumped my seed inside her.

I felt myself turn from vigorous and ready to tired and spent in seconds. I held myself against her thighs for a while, trying to gather my breath before moving. Wight was covering her face with her pillow as I pulled my softening member from her with an audible shlorp. I fell back on my ass and stared at the mess inside the latex condom.

With a bit of a disgusting yank, I pulled the sloppy skin off and felt my limp cock fall against Auntie's sheets. I spotted a trash can and haphazardly tossed the condom into it. With my body clean I fell over Wight and rolled off her. "Wight...I think...it's done." I mumbled as I tucked my left arm under her and right over her. I pulled our sweaty bodies together as she refused to remove the pillow.

"Thorn...I'm sorry." she mumbled through the pillow. "I'm really sorry." I finally managed to pull the pillow away and pulled Wight flat against my chest. "It should have been someone else...someone better." I freed up my right arm and tucked Wight's head against my neck. With her babbling in place I tapped her fangs with the fleshy part of my finger. "I shouldn't have wasted your--"

Before she could continue to slip into her sadness I forced her open mouth against my neck and braced myself. Before too long I felt her sharp teeth press against my skin and pierce it. I stifled a yelp and wrapped my right arm around Wight's head as she chewed softly. I looked at her as best I could from my awkward angle, finding her crying slightly as she gnawed at my neck.

I pressed my head against her own and held her tight. "Happy New Year Wight, happy New Year." I cooed softly as I grew accustom to the dull pain in my neck and succumbed to the exhaustion that rooted happily in my spend cock. Twenty thirty was going to be a good year.