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Doctor! I Need a Transfusion!
🕑 Added 2019-03-13 20:14:22 +0000 UTCClaire looked as innocent and pale as freshly fallen snow. Usually dressed in virgin white and pious black, clerical clothing for a humble divinity, her soft speaking and sweet-tempered manner made her a joy to be around, if for only a few minutes. Any longer and the cracks started to show. A spiderweb of macabre thoughts and behaviours, all centering around her deepest darkest obsession: Blood. She was an unrepentant addict, loving its color, its taste, the warmth when it was fresh and the sticky feeling of it against her bare skin.
Finding a way to satisfy her needs meant she met all sorts of interesting people, like the Doctor. Back then the vampire was pulled as tight as a violin string, frightened of being exposed and forced to skulk in Ravnica’s dark alleyways to kill his hunger. She watched his work for a while, and then she helped him, and then she lured him out of the alleyways into much more exciting environments, living vicariously and viciously through the Doctor while fanning the flames of his instincts.
Now, he was much more fun.
Most of Claire’s neatly pressed clothes lay crumpled on the hardwood floor around the surgical bed, tangled with an old fashioned man’s suit, and she was propped up on a pillow like a pretty prize, gasping for more. The Doctor made her feel so very special, especially after leaving his bloody handprints in her favourite places and squeezing his palm against hers, but nothing made her stomach flip more than his glimmering gaze staring at her with raw adoration in the dark of the empty ward. He loved her, and she loved him, and this, and the blood, and…
And any other thought was thrown away with the touch of the vampire’s messy crimson tongue to her body, lips pressed tight against her, her breath hitching again because of the closeness of his sharp teeth. Claire clutched at her fringe tightly and rocked her hips up and down, the muscles of her stomach and hips flexing while her toes flexed, moaning all the time. “Mmm-Ooh!” She was interrupted by the vampire’s soft growl of approval, his tongue rumbling in a way that left her spellbound, his mouth opening and releasing a wave of fresh blood from their latest catch. Oh, she could just kiss him! Maybe after he was finished.
Such a shame they were interrupted. The clinic was meant to be emptied, how could Claire or her favourite vampire know that tonight was the night a cleaner would try to turn to petty theft? The cleric did her best to put on her brightest smile, trying not to break into a high pitched giggle as she looked the armed intruder over. The Doctor wouldn’t leave a witness, couldn’t afford to leave one, so she did the best she could as she waited for his fierce concentration to break, and gasped out, “The Doctor will be with you shortly!”
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Please enjoy this collaboration between my writer friend and myself with our characters!
Enjoy the bloodless version too! Thank you ♥
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Tuathadanu
Second favourite ♥️
