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Her mind was locked. There was nothing anyone could do for her except keep her calm. She was very heavily … and yet still she wept. She was scared and confused. She didn’t know who she was or who he was. She didn’t understand why she was there or even where she was. Disembodied voices were all around her telling her conflicting information and terrifying her.

He tried to keep the image of the vibrant, intelligent, beautiful woman she was in his mind, but that vision wavered and was fading. He missed her so much. Secretly, he hid in his closet and quietly wept for what used to be. He had to be strong for her and for his family. He would do anything to get her back.

That is where I came in. He invited me to her room after hours so that we would have complete privacy.

“Please,” he begged me with tears cracking his voice, “do something for her. Do anything. I can’t stand it anymore.”

His pleas touched my cold, dead heart. I had only seen him as strong and authoritative. Commanding enough to civilize and control a wild beast like myself. I could easily break him in two, but I submitted to his will. I loved him. I could deny him nothing.

There really wasn’t anything I could do for her. My blood could relieve symptoms of an ailment, but it could not cure without turning them into a monster like myself. It had virtually no effect on brain synapses. Even the change would not cure mental illness. It would only magnify it and she would be more dangerous than I and beyond control.

I flew to her window in the hospital at about 2:00 a.m. It was late enough the no one should bother us and yet early enough that I should have time to do what needed to be done. I was unclothed except for a lacy thong. Big Daddy made me retract my wings and wear clothes in public, but he didn‘t care what I wore when we were alone. When I expanded my wings my blouse ripped off and I wasn’t very agile wearing pants or skirts when I flew. I was much more comfortable without clothes.

Big Daddy was snoring softly with his head in his hand and a newspaper on his lap in the overnight visitors chair. There were tear streaks on his cheeks. He had been crying again. I couldn’t bare to see him like this. He seemed to have aged 10 years in the last few weeks.

“Good,” I thought, “I don’t want to scare him.”

She was lying on the bed with her arms strapped down crying softly and mumbling incoherently. I walked over to her and she looked at me curiously.

“Are you an angel?” She asked.

“No, I’m no angel.” I replied.

“But your wings . . .”

“They are black. Angel wings are white” I pointed out.

“Oh. Then you are the demon?”

“Not quite. I’m something in between demon and angel.”

“Why are you here? “

“I’m just here to visit with you. May I lie beside you?” I asked as I crawled into her bed.

“They say you want to kill me.”

“Well, they are wrong. I want to help you. I promise I will never hurt you. Please trust me. I trust you.” I said as I tore off her restraints.

“You can’t help me.” She said.

“Let me try” and I took her in my arms and enclosed my wings around her. It was a cocoon where only she and I existed. My hand was behind her head and I gently pushed her to my shoulder stroking her hair. She wrapped her arms around me and I could feel her agitation subside. We spoke like little girls. We talked about hopes and dreams the way the innocent often do. We teased each other and giggled. The cocoon of my wings created a safe place for her where she could be herself. She became quiet and allowed me to stroke her hair.

My instincts told me she needed my blood and milk. She had not slept properly in weeks. Her body was worn out as was her mind. She could not resist her delusions. She knew what she needed as well.

I stopped stroking her hair and took her face in my hands. We looked deeply into each others eyes.

“You are so beautiful,“ I told her.

“ I am not I am an old woman with too many wrinkles.“ She responded.

“You are an ageless beauty. You will be beautiful no matter how many wrinkles or gray hairs you have,“ I said. “You are a true beauty. Your beauty is on the inside and it radiates through you.“

She reached up and touched my face. “I would like to believe that, but my time has come and went. I can barely be lucid for 10 minutes.“

“You are are lucid now.“

“Yes, I am”. With that she kissed me full on the lips. I did not resist. Her soft, warm lips appealed to me. She pulled back and looked at me. I smiled back at her and his kissed her hard. Her mouth opened to mine. Our tongues explored each others mouths as our hands explored each other’s body. She was hesitant to move her mouth away from my lips, but she needed my breast. I gently encouraged her to move down by pushing her head lower. She tasted my neck with her tongue and lips, but she needed to go further. I started stroking my breast and pinching my nipple. It seemed to draw her interest. She moved her lips to my collar and traced downward with her tongue. She grew hesitant as she got closer to my nipple.

“I‘m not gay,” she said.

“I know“ I replied.

She climbed on top of me. Her mouth latched onto my breast and she began to suckle. My body became aroused as the blood and milk flowed from my nipples. She alternated breasts. Her hands explored my body her finger found the rigid button between my legs. She stroked it violently.

I was afraid that in my current state, that I might hurt her. I let her go. Her warm mouth left my blood and milk dripping nipples and traveled down my belly to my mound. She sucked as though she were starved. My body began to contract with each suck. I began to moan. I tried to stifle my noises. Big Daddy needed his sleep and I didn‘t want to wake him up. The milk and blood worked, she felt very calm, but she needed, or perhaps just wanted something else. I could sense it. She sucked me until I came and I knew what she wanted.

I gently laid her back down the bed.

“I love you” I said and kissed her on the mouth.

My tongue gently probed her mouth and hands explored her body until she directed me toward her womanhood. I rubbed her clitoris gently until a gush of warmth erupted . My mouth left hers and went to her belly as I knelt between her legs. My fingers entered her and found her g-spot. I massaged it gently as my thumb stroked her clitoris. I could feel her contracting. She was have a hard time letting herself go and just have her orgasm.

Big Daddy woke up as I was making love to her. I felt his meaty hands massaging on my hips. I shook violently. It had surprised me. He rarely purposely touched me. She finally came very loud and very hard. I bent down between her legs and lapped up her vaginal juices. Big Daddy ripped off my thong and spread my ass. He stuck his fingers into my vagina and then brought them to his lips. He loved the taste of me as I loved the taste of him. He punched his rigid member into my vagina and we almost immediately came together. This was the first time he ever entered my vagina with his penis. She came again as well and was finally at peace. She fell asleep immediately.

Big Daddy was not spent. He wanted some more of his Baby Gurl. He turned me around and sucked the pussy juice off of my lips. His fingers grabbed my hair pulled my head back until my neck was exposed. He bit, but his human teeth could not penetrate my vampiric skin. My nipples were still dripping blood and milk. I let him pull me to the cold hospital floor and held my wrists above my head with one hand as he struggled out of his clothing with the other. Physically, I could have broke out of his restraint at any time, but mentally, he was my master. He controlled me.

Big Daddy wanted my blood. He sucked and bit my bloody nipples very hard. It strengthened his erection and aroused me. He pulled apart my legs entered me very hard. My hips met him with every grind . I felt every time he slammed into me. I could not stop the screams that escaped my mouth as plunged deeply into me hitting my cervix each time. It hurt so good. I loved him so much and tears escaped my eyes. I’ve wanted this for so long. It was perfect. It was without emotion and violent. He fucked me as he lived with the exception of his wife.

Big Daddy ordered me on all fours. He inserted two fingers in my vaginal and swept around touching my g-spot until my juices flowed again. He took those same two fingers and rubbed my anus.

“Baby Gurl, you be quiet now” He whispered. He handed me a handkerchief and I stuffed it my mouth.

His hands spread my ass cheeks again and massaged the opening to my anus. He entered all the way slowly and smoothly pulling my hips to him . I felt it. It ripped me. It felt good. He growled. He slowly exited and pushed back in a bit faster and harder as he had previously broke the resistance. It hurt so much. It was great. He entered me a third time, a fourth, a fifth and so on picking up speed with each and slamming me harder and harder until he couldn’t hold it back any more. He told me to turn around and kneel.

“Swallow it” he commanded as he stood up and shot his semen into my mouth. It was sweet like honey. I wanted some more, but he was done . . .at least for now.