Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Emma parks just off the highway at David’s house, turns out the lights and the engine, takes the black bag of snakes, gets out of the truck, softly shuts the door to a half latch, and starts walking toward the security light in the distance that illuminates the frame house where David and his parents are resting.
At the house, Emma circles to the back and tiptoes toward David’s window, the one she left unlatched when she visited the house several weeks before. She hopes David hasn’t latched it back. But since it has been too cold to open the window, reasonably, she figures he has paid the window no attention at all.
Standing before the one she thinks is David’s, Emma puts the black bag holding the snakes on the ground. She pushes the window gently from the bottom by pushing on the glass inward and upward.
It moves an inch, and she feels a warm gush of air seep out from the crack into her face. She can’t see inside the room because of a dangling curtain. But Emma pushes the window up farther, and farther, until it’s up far enough so that she can crawl through.
She picks up the snakes from the ground, and pushes her palms including the one holding the bag into the windowsill. Emma hoists herself up, flings her leg into the sill, and pushes herself up as the cold night gusts under her opened dress.
Emma pushes the windowpane up further, crouches, hoists the bag of snakes and stumbles to the ground inside the house with a big thud followed by a smaller thud when the bag lands on top of her.
BUMP, she lands in the night.
Emma looks up, seeing David in his bed across the room. He rolls over, presumably stirred by the noise. Emma balls up and closes her eyes, covering with the black bag to her side. She stays in the position until she hears David snoring.
Emma walks to the side of David’s bed. She pauses, and looks at him. She smiles.
“Oh, David,” she whispers in her thoughts. “You want the preacher’s daughter, huh. Well tonight, I am yours.”
Emma kneels beside the bed, placing the bag of snakes on the floor. David is on his back, the covers drawn tightly around his face. He is snoring in a steady rhythm. Emma places her hand on his stomach. She waits to see if he wakens.
He doesn’t.
Emma rubs her hand softly, and slowly, up and down his stomach, moving farther in each direction with each pass. David murmurs a pleasant sound amid the snoring.
“Ummm,” he says, smacking his lips.
On a down stroke with her hand, Emma feels a bump. She wraps her hand around it. David gasps between snores.
“Ahh,” he murmurs, exhaling.
Emma squeezes her hand. The bump grows more rigid, and she can feel David’s heart beating in her fingertips. She slips his boner out through the slit in his pajamas so she can get a better grasp. She tucks her hair behind her ears with her left hand, licks her lips, and eases her mouth toward David’s neck. She circles her thumb around the top of the firm shaft she is holding, faster, and faster.
David's cock is firm, and throbbing. She feels some slippery liquid ooze out, and Emma smears it all around. David buckles. She thinks he is about to cum.
“Ahhh,” David says, opening his eyes.
He sees Emma’s face, inches from his.
“Huh!?” he says. "Emma?"
She squeezes her hand, and cocks her head, like a snake about to strike. Emma darts at David’s neck with her lips open wide. She squeezes her hand so tight her fingernails dig in at the moment her incisors pierce the flesh of David’s neck.
STRIKE!
“Ahhhhh,” David shouts, revealing both pleasure and pain as he ejaculates, squirting cum into his pajamas and her hand.
Emma clinches her jaw, setting her teeth firmly into the veins of his neck, and David settles back quietly into the position on his back he was in sleeping. Emma drinks his blood, releasing her hand to rest it on the bedside as she drains his every ounce of life.
Letting go of his neck, she is full but energized by both her nourishment and freedom. She sits briefly on the side of the bed, gathering her composure.
Emma then reaches inside the bag to pull the snakes out, one by one.
“There,” she says, placing each at David’s side in the bed.
Emma hears a noise from the hallway. Perhaps the commotion woke someone up. She listens, hearing footsteps, and a voice.
“David,” his mother says. “David, did you hear something?”
Emma grabs the black bag, leaps toward the window, hoisting herself into the sill and dropping to the ground on the other side.
She sits up, and listens.
A door creeks.
Emma quickly gets on her feet and quietly grabs the bottom of the window, pulling it down as David’s mother enters the room.