The Rare Domestic Vampire

Doctor Alison Clarke:
"Sweetling... Be a dear and come here?"

It's strange, watching the good doctor clad in a garish heavy-duty sweater in the middle of spring. Like a parka in the thick of summer. Yet she sits there on the couch of her downtown apartment, distant glimpses of light from the street lamps outside pouring in through the windows.

It's late at night. Date night. Pizza, beer, blood... And animal documentaries. The first two were reserved for her date, the latter more for her. There was a sharp contrast of a pizza box stained with spots of grease lying atop the same table as a bucket of ice keeping hospital blood packs fresh, but it hardly seems to phase her. Her only worry is that she might've ordered toppings he wasn't keen on. Made sure to avoid pineapple just in case.

For all the hints of unlife her thin, pale body and eyes lacking luster hold, she looks strangely 'girl next door' as she sits there, bare legs sticking out of her sweater as she pats the cushion next to her expectantly. On her lips there's even a fanged smile to add to the oddity, largely bereft of the disciplinary professionalism she exhibited at work.

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Haruka Masamoto:
Haruka had sworn he hadn't heard right when the idea for a date night came up, even as he'd excitedly said yes. The teacher hadn't known quite what to expect from an evening with a vampire, and in a way felt more anxious than he had during their first meeting. A shower and shave, a dab of cologne, a nice dress shirt; the only thing that had separated this from his usual date prep was the time, well after the sun had set.

His anxieties, as it turned out, had been unfounded: while it was unusual seeing her outside of a professional setting, Dr. Clarke turned out to be a gracious host. Pizza and beer was always a recipe for a cozy night in, even if he reflexively felt self-conscious in being the only one to indulge. The iced blood packs indicated her own snack preference, but in spite of their differing appetites he was surprised at how... comfortable this all felt.

He smiled and obediently settled onto the couch next to her, something in his brain tingling pleasantly at 'sweetling'. "I must say, you know how to make a guy feel at home, doc," he said. In spite of their closeness, a tiny part of him still struggled with calling her 'Alison'. Nonetheless, he felt his face warm slightly; as pretty as he normally found her, she was downright cute in such a relaxed setting. The fanged smile seemed more earnest than she'd allowed at her office, as if feeling no need to hide her true nature from him. "And you have a lovely apartment by the way."

He cocked his head towards the TV, where a tiger appeared to be stalking a gazelle with a gleam in its eye. "But if you'll pardon the expression, I'll bite: why the nature stuff?"

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
Some part of Alison internally wrestled with the idea that she didn't suit expectations. Specifically, the expectations a normal, full-of-life-and-probably-hope human would have regarding a date with a vampire. Was it the idea of being invited to a majestic castle in the outskirts of a dreary and dense snow-clad forest by a strange-looking if hospitable fellow in a majestic cape? A curious count, hunched and hideous, hungering for some good mackin'? A grotesque monster luring in naïve prey to tear out their throats as soon as they stepped in through the front door, never to be seen or heard from again to the lamentation of everyone who loves them?

And then there was her, clad in a bizarre combination of a knitted sweater and creaking black leather gloves as she scooted closer to her very finely dressed date for the night, affectionately nuzzling her face against his broad, masculine shoulder. If anything she was more reminiscent of the 'typical' domestic cat; largely aloof if not a bit standoffish at times, but with moments where they were all heart, almost needy in their affection as they mewl for attention and rub up against you with their tail high in the air. Well, discard the parts about mewling and the tail and it'd be perfectly accurate. Mhm.

If anything she just felt relaxed around him. His presence helped her learn how to put her guard down around someone, if only for just a few select moments like this one. She'd be lying if she claimed it hadn't felt almost foreign to ask somebody out on a date again in... Who knows how long. Especially to a human of all things, her (without sugarcoating) food source! Just a bit of a shame he insisted on the 'doc'. Nicknames were nice, but she'd insisted before for him to just call her Alison, at least outside of work - much like how in her home he wasn't Mister Masamoto, but her Sweetling. An endearment the night would hear many times over. Her response to his compliment regarding her apartment came quietly in the form of a squeeze from her arm, lazily draped around his stomach.

"Well, you see..." Her tone, formerly playful and welcoming, took on a bit of the cold from her doctor-persona as she began to explain. "My kind - animals of all kinds, not counting humans are extremely adverse to her existence. There's no scientific explanation for this as no such studies have been conducted, but the general estimation is that they detect something wrong within us. We're not alive, but neither are we dead and lifeless. Neither something to be cautious around or something that might serve as food." A brief pause to cast a glance at the screen, the tiger trying to trap the gazelle beneath its claws as they lock into a struggle of life and death on the unforgiving savannah. "We're a thing, but a wrong thing, and that irks their instincts."

"As for what that has to do with me... Let's just say this relationship between my kind and nature has left me lamenting. Yearning, even. I still adore the children of nature so, but as they do not love me in turn... It's the most I can make of it, lest I turn myself into a hateful hag instead. I don't look old enough to be one, do I?"

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Haruka Masamoto:
Haruka quietly soaked in her affectionate touches and gestures, the gloved hands soothing as she cuddled up to him. He'd been reluctant to make the first move - always had been, which explained a little too much in hindsight - but with her cuddling up to him, his arm soon found its way around her back. With a smile, he rubbed his cheek across the top of her head, welcoming the silken brush of her hair. What he knew of vampires couldn't fill a post-it note, but somewhere under the lifeless skin was a woman that just wanted comfort like anyone else.

He welcomed her embrace and gently stroked his hand along her shoulder, studying the woolen texture of her sweater and listening quietly as she explained. The camera cut away as the beast fed, shifting to a pair of the tigers - presumably a male and female - settling down comfortably in the shade of a tree. Haruka flinched at the word 'wrong'; the way she described it, nature itself seemed to reject her kind's presence. "I see," he said softly. "Makes sense, I guess. A human without a heartbeat, or sweat, or whatever would confuse an animal that tracks by sound or scent." It sounded clinical when spoken aloud, but there was an unavoidable melancholy in his tone.

At the follow-up he crooked his head towards her, brow arched as if in disbelief. "An old hag, you? Not in the slightest, you don't look a day over 599." He'd picked a number at random, adding a knowing wink for emphasis; his hand reached up for a playful pat on the head, fingers combing carefully through the white strands. "But yeah, I think I understand. It's gotta be tough living when nature treats you like you don't."

Quietly filling his lungs, his fingers followed an arm down, squeezing just above her elbow. They watched silently for a moment, one tiger's mouth stretching in a yawn as the other nuzzled its neck; a heartening contrast to the carnage moments ago. For all their differences, the doc - no, Alison - had similar wants in the end. Of course she drank blood, avoided sunlight, and would live to an age that vastly eclipsed his own. But to what end? Some nebulous personal agenda? Age-old survival instincts? Or to simply enjoy life while it's here, whatever form it took, under the assumption that we don't get another one?

His thumb traced light circles through her sleeve. "Humans and nature don't easily get along either. There's life there, and it deserves respect, but it's different from what we know, sometimes even dangerous. An animal's life is defined pretty much by instinct. For us, though..." On the screen, one of the big cats slumped lazily into the other, leaning into it for a well-earned midday nap. "We're animals too, but just staying fed and alive isn't enough. Life's more than just... just a checklist of things about you. It's what you do with the time you're given, y'know? Life as we know it has to define itself, find its own meaning in this crazy world."

So she had. He should be so lucky; his throat tensed in a tight swallow. "You're a remarkable woman, Alison." His voice fell to a low, soothing rumble. "You may not be alive as nature knows it, but there's life in you all the same. You took that wrongness and did something right with it. I... admire that about you."

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
"Oooho, you're making me blush sweetling..." Unlike a certain eldritch horror she couldn't purr her delight, but the gentle coo of her voice was more than adequate... Nevermind that the vampire could not blush at all, even if she tried. Shifting in her seat she turned to face him as she found herself leaning further into his embrace. One of her gloved hands even affectionately stroked his cheek as she appeared momentarily lost in a content, if (by her standards) giddy state, just gazing into his eyes... Full of vibrant life, life hers could never learn to show again. No matter how 'alive' she made herself appear, it'd never return.

Perhaps that was why she was so physical, always eager to put her hands on you. Some part of her condition could most certainly have something to do with it, but the way every gesture was portrayed with a modicum of love made such a tragically rational explanation doubtful. Even vampires, cruel creatures of the night feasting on the blood of the innocent, were once human, and no matter how much they hissed and bared their fangs their humanity would still be buried deep within, left wanting for love.

Her gaze drifted away to linger on his lips, and she could feel a yearning quiver in his. It was their first date but neither of them had even dared to share a kiss yet, much less ask for one. They'd had no qualms about touch, but... Something about it just gave her pause. Was it how long it'd been since her last? A sense of taboo hanging over the whole thing? Or was she merely self-conscious about her fangs, worried he'd cut himself?

"...Aren't you going to dig in?" She hid her thoughtful uncertainty behind a closed smile as she slipped away to sit beside him again, nodding towards the greasy decadence lying atop the table, just waiting to be opened like a chest full of treasure... Delicious treasure, going by why her co-workers say. She'd overheard them talking about how good this one pizzeria down the block from the hospital was, and so the choice for her sweetling was pretty obvious. Only the best...

"Don't you worry about me, indulge yourself - I can't exactly... Eat food like you can. Oh, and the beer's a, what was it, pale ale? Indian, I think? Something simple, if a bit heavy on the... Uh? Goodness, I am terrible at this. Should've written down what the cashier told me."

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Haruka Masamoto:
Haruka's own face practically lit up as she stroked his cheek, savoring her delicate touch. He was growing accustomed to her peculiarities, the absences of life as most understood it; not being able to show much emotion was a far cry from not having any, and he was certain she'd be almost as red-faced as him if she could. For a moment the teacher silently wondered if, as she'd explained with animals, the human mind didn't reflexively reject someone that looked almost human. Perhaps her coworkers, who knew nothing of her kind's proclivities, simply placed her just inside the uncanny alley.

In the end, however, it mattered little to him. He was sitting in a beautiful woman's apartment, cuddled up with her on a comfortable couch, and couldn't see himself being anywhere else. She looked human, spoke like a human, thought and felt and cared like a human. What difference could the details make? Her smiling face was lovely as it was.

His own eyes drifted briefly to her lips, catching sight of those fangs poking past them. The heat climbed his neck and cheeks, the quiet moment between them filling his head with ideas. The day she'd fed on him in her office wasn't far from his mind, and while he didn't dare think the word, the documentary on-screen was happy to suggest it with the tiger couple nuzzling happily into each other. Would a vampire value a kiss as a human might? He was too shy to ask, but he wanted to know all the same.

At her reminder he threw a glance back at the pizza box, itself a tempting present waiting to be opened. He nearly took her up on the offer, if only to punt on his own reluctance to make a move; 'god, I feel like I'm a teen again', he thought. As she fussed over the beer, however, he turned back to her, catching her brow in a furrow - for a moment she'd genuinely stumbled, in a way he could never imagine her doing outside her home. Her hands betrayed no tremble, but the true message was loud and clear: she was hesitating too.

"Believe me, it's tempting... but the pizza's all the way over there," he said, exaggerating the 'l'. One of his hands found hers, lacing their fingers together and sharing a tender squeeze. There was no conscious decision to act, no voice inside telling him to just go for it - still, he inched closer, his face drawing ever so slightly towards hers. "And it's so comfy right where we are..." The teacher trailed off, letting the words hang. Again his gaze flicked between her lips and her eyes, and his heart started to pump with mounting excitement. Slowly, painfully slowly, his lips drew closer, head angling in anticipation.

Their faces were inches apart when he spoke again. "I have a confession to make, Alison," he whispered, his words weighty and promising. "I wanted to kiss you when I saw you at the door. I... still do."

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
"Now now, no need to be humble-" Her words abruptly died at hearing his. Had she misheard? No, she- she'd heard him quite well. Clear as day. He couldn't have possibily read her mind and thusly decided to go along with wants she preferred to keep tightly under wraps, wants that he'd almost carelessly let come bubbling up to the surface again. No slitted pupils this time; just dilation as a mixture of anxiety and heady excitement came to rest within her psyche.

Fanged lips parted slowly, just barely in the beginnings attempt of trying to muster perhaps an apology, a question. Was he messing with her? No, from what he'd done and what the others had told her about him... He wasn't that sort of person. Not a lady-killer, not the kind to pull on a girl's heartstrings just right to then leave her heartbroken and lost as he idly throws her away... No. If anything he was scared of letting go. Some part of her understood that sentiment.

"Just..." 'Don't cut yourself' is what she wanted to say, but a hunger, far removed from her primal taste for the blood, the vitae that even now she could sense coursing warm and invitingly through his plentiful healthy veins... A hunger that was far more sensual, drawn upon by emotions and base desire. Not to feed, but to love. She's the one who eventually (if not inevitably) closed the distance between them, lips formed into a oh so kissable pout as her lips connected with this with the faintest little 'smack', drowned out by a muffled moan of pleasure - drawn out by endorphins rewarding her for doing what even they felt was the right thing.

One of her arms wound its way around his neck, encouraging to tilt his head down, move himself deeper into the kiss... Somewhere along the line, as she shifts to (properly) straddle his lap as her free hand makes loving, soothing passes up and his chest, her tongue snakes out to join their fun. Even as it only exposes bare inches of itself it's obvious that it does not pass for a human tongue, not helped by how her breath tastes of warm copper. She'd fed only recently, and now she hungered for a different kind of satisfaction, one that only his hands on her body could suffice.

...Well, until she caught herself and departed, a tinge of horror at the prospect that she was choking him. Unlike her he still had working lungs; he still needed to breath, unable to persevere eternally like she (for better or worse) could. For all the jokes that could be done about there being worse ways to die (or acquire oxygen-deprived brain damage) she was completely unwilling to be the cause for Haruka being the punchline. She settles back with an awkward smile, a wordless apology for taking his breath away in all the excitement. Was that a double meaning? Mm. Alison, Alison. Growing confident, are we?

In the dim light of her apartment the reflective sheen of arousal can be seen painted across her eyes. "It's growing cold, and the microwave's aaaall the way over there. You don't want to miss out, do you?" That final line is spoken with a hint of a chuckle.

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Haruka Masamoto:
Haruka was silently pleased when she closed the distance, her lips joining his in a soft, wet kiss. This, too, was different, apart from the faint coppery taste and the pointed shape of her tongue; while hardly cold, her mouth lacked the inherent warmth of flesh and blood. Such tender agility in something just above room temperature confused his senses, but his body and mind had other ideas. His own tongue was happy to accept its unorthodox partner, slipping carefully between those pointed fangs as the kiss steadily deepened.

The teacher's arms quietly wound around her, feeling her legs part and settle on either side of him. Cool on the surface, but alive in every way that mattered; that was Alison in a nutshell, and so it was with that tempting, twirling muscle. He exhaled softly against her lips, a ghost of a moan following his breath. Her sharp teeth added an element of the exotic, a pleasant tingle as he lovingly traced them. She was a predator, but she was no monster - and past the taste of blood, he could sense other passions welling up within her. To judge by the rising ache between his legs, he shared them with no shortage of enthusiasm.

Another detail registered: she wasn't breathing, her lips clamped securely around his for an unnaturally long time. Presumably she needed air to speak, but such revelry left her quite free literally take his breath away. Thankfully, he'd quickly picked up the discrepancy and compensated through his nose, though his lungs still greedily filled themselves when their lips parted. The apologetic smile she gave was almost alien to her face, an anxious thing that he was quickly inclined to soothe with a hand brushing along her cheek. He was okay. She was okay. And this... this was right.

His own eyes gleam with desire, captivated by the mere shadows painted across her. In such humble settings, professional artifice had melted away, leaving her free to relax, to be herself, to love. This was no feeding ritual, no delicate dance around a masquerade; this was merely a man and a woman who, in that moment, wanted nothing more than each other. This was a date, and he couldn't have been more excited about where it was heading.

"I think I'm hungry for something else right now," he said, leaning into her as if for another kiss. At the last second his head veered off to the side, trailing his lips along her jaw, down her neck. He teasingly let his teeth graze her own throat, parroting her vampiric nature before rewarding her skin with a tender suckling. Down and down he went, tracing her collarbone, following the neckline of her sweater. His hands couldn't stop themselves from reaching for the hem, inching it up her body as he silently urged her to lie down.

"Alison," he whispered, fingers gliding up over her belly. "I want to taste you."

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
Tension pooled within her as his his teeth trailed down, grazed across his throat; only to slowly settle with a gentle gasp as he put his lips to it in a eager suckle. Up so close one could still see the tiny scar on her neck, a memento, a reminder of who she was, what she used to be... Her reaction tells plenty about how it makes her feel. A glimpse at the humanity she once wore, bringing back unpleasant memories at the touch of his teeth. At the touch of his gentle lips, hers parted in a silent, breathless moan.

"Haruka..." Just like her face the rest of her body was cold, bereft of body hair and flushed warmth; no blood surged through her dead veins, no heart beat fast in her chest... Yet the way she obediently, wordlessly held her arms above her head to help him with her sweater still spoke of eager love, of jubilant willingness clad in a gentle half-smile, locked between elation and mild surprise. The former over getting to feel his touch, the latter over him being assertive, forward in his actions. So used was she for her clientele to quietly supplicate themselves to her without prompting that his actions managed to give her pause.

Sprawled out beneath him she props herself up on an elbow, her rouged half-smirk and naked body attempts to spurr him on further. She held no shame for her body or her nature, after all; and this was an enticingly different twist to their get-together, the predator (willing) submitting themselves to become prey, if only briefly. It was highly unlikely, but if she played her cards she might've just been able to make him slip further, with loving whispers and gentle murmurs of tight-fitting ropes and deprived senses. So gentle and kind was he, but she found no doubt within her that such a kind-hearted human had it in him, hidden if not buried deep within.

All he needed was just a little push, a litle encouragement, and then... Suffice to say, she was more than eager to reward him for his services. "I'm yours."

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Haruka Masamoto sent:
Haruka's eyes widened a bit at the sight of that ancient scar, a fleeing memento of her life before unlife. For a moment he frowns, his imagination concocting a pitiful sample of the turmoil that bite had no doubt brought her. He could do little - save placing a small, appreciative peck just off to the side. Whatever else it meant, Alison was no less a person, a woman for her experience, and he vowed in his heart to accept her was she was.

He lifted just enough to aid her in disrobing, revealing the tempting tracts of pale, smooth skin. Actions, as they say, spoke louder than words, and her willingness to bare herself said more than words ever could. Moreover, the subtle submission in her posture sparked an unexpected chord deep within; for such an ancient and powerful creature, she looked so temptingly vulnerable lying there, waiting for his advance. He smiled back at her, peeling off his own dress shirt - a button popped off under his fingers, prompting an embarrassed chuckle as it rolled off somewhere - and he quickly yielded to his desire to touch her again.

"Alison," he whispered, seeming to relish the name as his hands smoothed up across her belly. "You're beautiful."

As her tongue had been, her skin was a strange mix of lively and liveless, bereft of those subtle human qualities but no less pliant or pleasant under his fingertips. Lacking sweat or oil there was little taste to her, though a fragrant lotion filled his noise with its flowery scent. Climbing hands joined with descending lips in cresting the peaks of her breasts, squeezing and suckling the fleshy hills and savoring their give and heft. Her excitement carried through in every subtle shift and twitch of her body, fueling the arousal building within his own loins.

His mouth tracked lower, planting teasing kisses around her navel along the way; each faint smack punctuating soothing, tender words. "You deserve to feel good." Kiss. "You deserve to feel alive." Kiss. "You deserve to feel loved."

Sliding down the couch, Haruka took her legs in hand, stroking her thighs as he gazed up at her expectantly. With flushed face and deep, rumbling words he uttered a simple, powerful request: "Let me take care of you."

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
Lifeless or no, the shivers that ran down her spine under the gentle touch of his lips were very much real. Every kiss, every touch, every word solicited a playful squirm as she murmured her appreciation as she leaned her head back against the couch's armrest. Both of them wanted this. Wanted to feel their bodies press together, drinking of warmth she could not muster on her own, a tasteful prelude to whispered consent and sharp teeth grazing against his neck. Her heart beat perfectly still, but there were other ways to show her love.

Toying with her chest managed to solicit a gasp, an actual gasp - her breath hitching as it lodged in her throat, adoring words cut short as her body tensed, her chest rising against his touch... Her leather gloves, black as night served as an exotic and enticing contrast to her alabaster skin, bereft of sun and life alike. Their creaking served as idle background noise as her fingers, hands moved blindly through the air between them in uncertainty before they found their place, fingers drifting down his exposed chest as her eyes followed. Going by how she bit her lip as her gaze drifted downward, she liked what she saw.

And yet... She wasn't satisfied. His gentle words, his gentle touch lingered with hesitation, unwillingness to take a step further and just take her, even as she prostrated herself to be his willful prey instead of his hungry predator. It wasn't something she could ask for, something that she was willing to ask for; she just wanted him to pull her in and take her as his, if only for just an eternal moment...

"Hey..." Her glove had absorbed some of his warmth as she reached up to caress his cheek, her fangs exposed in a bashful little smile. Uncharacteristic, but the feeling in her gut hoped that it'd encourage more than it'd make him stop in wonder. "You're a teacher, aren't you sweetling? Well, I'd say I still have plenty of things I need to learn, things that only a strong, guiding hand could help with... You'll be a dear and help this obedient young vampire, won't you?" For all the years she'd had to practice, she conceded that she was terrible at talking dirty.

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Haruka Masamoto:
The feel of leather gloves on his bare chest pulled a delighted shiver from the teacher, her smooth caress promising much as those mischievous fingers descended. Haruka basked every responsive twitch and tremble, each a reminder that Alison's sense of touch worked just fine. Ever sensitive to texture, he had a hunch it was a quality she shared, and he was eager to indulge them both with every press of his lips and fingers. His pulse would race for two tonight.

At the oddly demure smile and her yielding words, he stopped to swallow quietly, his hands left in place on her naked hips. Offering herself to be explored had been one thing, but a vampire truly submitting to a human's touch was as alien as the mere existence of vampires had recently been. Yet there she lay, putting emphasis in all the right words, like a delicate hand with a hotline to certain impulses in his brain - urges he'd rarely if ever had cause to act upon, and certainly not with such an incredible woman. Something in his very blood seemed to pulse with an unspoken desire, sending a surge of arousal through his already stiff manhood. In the back of his mind, a tiny little voice began to whisper: Be her teacher. Discipline her. Take her.

Little changed outwardly, but something glimmered in the gaze behind his glasses. He inched back on the couch, hands sliding down her pale legs but not yet leaving them. "I'd be glad to instruct you, Miss Clarke," he instructed, his classroom voice slow to come back to him; she wasn't the only one unaccustomed to her role. Slowly he took on a more confident tone, soft but more stern as he guided her to turn over. His mind briefly thought of the tiger couple they'd just watched, and a naughty idea began to take root. "Please... on your hands and knees for me."

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
Hiding an excited smile she turned to lie on her stomach, her chest pressed down and squished against the cushions. Propping herself up on her elbows and knees there was an almost instant shift in her countenance; a subtle shift into submission, countered by the clear-cut invitation of her ample butt held high in the air, asking if not outright pleading for his gentle hands (if not just a good spanking for being a bad little predator readily prostrating hrself to a feeble mortal...).

Her back arched straight as she got up on her hands proper, and her posture held no shame or embarrassment. No wobble to her scrawny arms, nor was her head timidly hung low as she prostrated herself. Had she done this before? The total lack of hesitation or of questions surfacing certainly implied it wasn't her first time being... Taught. Not by him, and most likely not by any other history teacher...

"Oooh, I've been a bad girl haven't I? Been so thirsty I went and prowled the night for victims instead of giving Daddy his due. Mmm... Whatcha gonna do to me, Daddy? Nooo, you're not going to be merciful with monstrous little me are you? Nono, we can't have that; I need to be punished to learn my place as Daddy's good girl... A good girl doesn't stray from her owner's love, does she?" With a remarkably (for her) enthusiastic giggle she wiggles her ass at him, biting her lip out of sight. She was really getting into this...

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Haruka Masamoto:
The transformation was almost dangerously convincing; Alison was scarcely on her hands and knees for a moment before her demeanor shifted, arching her back and proudly presenting her posterior for his inspection. The sight alone would be a treat worth the price in blood, but the flirtatious sounds spilling freely from her lips seemed to surgically target kinks he didn't know he had; the none-too-subtle desire for punishment, that teasing giggle, that constant beckoning of 'Daddy'. No caged beast begging for mercy, the good doctor was nonetheless quite comfortable yielding to a controlling hand - even from her prey. As she wiggled in invitation, he swore he saw her sex already glistening in anticipation.

Containing the excitement in his expression was beyond Haruka, to say nothing of the sturdy erection tenting his trousers. His hands were quick to inspect his prize, dragging lazily up her thighs as he knelt behind her. "Mmm... you are a naughty girl, aren't you? Is that what this is all about? Trying to find some other mortal to take home with you?" His fingers arched slightly, just brushing his nails over her cool, pale skin. "The big, scary vampire's nothing more than just a girl trying to get Daddy's attention?"

He didn't bother hiding the low groan that rumbled up from his chest as his hands crested the curvy globes of her rear. Taking strong handfuls, he squeezed and groped her shamelessly; whether with her in life or bestowed by the forces keeping her upright, the good doctor had been blessed with a body designed for temptation. "You see, I can forgive going out and looking for blood. That's in your nature. And attacking a stranger for it? Hell, I'll watch next time, they probably had it coming. I can even forgive not knowing your place."

Haruka paused for emphasis, pulling what he hoped was a wicked smile as he leaned down over her, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "But a doctor seducing a patient? Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty, naughty, little girl." He let the comment hang in the air, just along enough to right his posture - and clap one of his hands down firmly on her ass, a loud SLAP of skin-on-skin echoing through the apartment. The sound had barely subsided before he gave her a fresh one on the other cheek, reveling in the response of her body. "I guess Daddy has no choice but to discipline you. It's so... hard... raising a good girl these days."

One hand lifted from his perch on her backside, followed shortly by the telltale clink of a belt buckle and the zzzzzzip of his trousers coming undone. "Here's lesson one, sweetie." He shuddered softly as his throbbing prick popped free, swollen with the blood she craved and desperate to plunge into his deathless mate. "You want Daddy's undivided attention? Then let's her a nice, simple... please."

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
"But Daddy I would never try to - Ah! AH!" Each slap sent a ripple through the cheeks of her pert rear as her limbs wobbled from the sheer force coursing through her body, her head thrown up high as she let out gasps more akin to surprised squeaks in response. No blood rushed to paint her rear in a healthy blush against Daddy's tough love, but her incessant wiggling wordlessly pleading for more made sure to make up for it. A bad girl like her wouldn't just buckle and give in from a wee bit of force like some needy slut. Well, not without the right kind of encouragement anyway...

"I-I didn't mean to seduce him Daddy! He just wanted a routine check-up but he was so tempting, so cute and he so smelled so good and I just couldn't resist putting my hands on him - you'll forgive me, won't you Daddy? Please..."

Watching, feeling his transformation, his shift into indulging in his dormant dominant streak left her (figuratively) breathless; to see, to experience such a humble young man, always ready with a warm smile and reassuring headpats to any who might ask willingly turn himself into a predator, slaking his thirst on that heady rush of power alone. It was so different, so radically opposite from the Masamoto everybody saw - but here, in the secluded comfort of her downtown condo, he could finally indulge. Free of worry, free of shame.

The sound of his loosened belt would've made her heart skip a beat if it still lived. Heady arousal came to her still; the living room felt so warm, so cramped as she pressed her sex against his engorged erection, rubbing against it with a pleading mewl. "Please, Daddy..." It came out as a pleading moan. For such a powerful woman, it was breathtakingly intoxicating to see her so willingly submit like this, to obediently lowering herself to the role of Daddy's prey, his good girl... It'd been far too long since she did something like this.

"Please... Please."

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Haruka Masamoto:
His own shift in behavior would have startled him if he weren't nearly lost to the tidal wave of desire crashing down on him. The jiggling of her ass from every strike, the shocked gasps and squeals, the constant teasing of 'Daddy, Daddy', the audible pout in her pleas to be taken; it was a world away not just from what he knew of Alison, but of sex itself. Even in play, the thought of being in a position to simply take a strong woman like her was a potent aphrodisiac, unlocking a side of him he'd so rarely had cause to use. The greedy little vampire wanted more, she'd get more.

With a firm grip on her waist, Haruka guided his rigid length towards her waiting lips. For the lack of life in her, there was no shortage of zeal to the clench of her parting folds, immediately enveloping the tip with a barely audible 'pop'. Both hands took hold as he started to inch himself in, surprised at the force with which she squeezed him; his dominant streak faltered, just a bit, at the pleasure of that first penetration. Inclined to take it slow, he was nonetheless quick to recall what she was - and, in that moment, what she wanted from him. 'Give it to her,' something inside seemed to say. 'She can take it.'

The spark of passion soon rekindled in his eyes, setting fire to the pooling arousal deep within. "Naughty... little... vampire... slut!" Both hands took hold, and like that, he pushed - burying himself to the hilt in one hard thrust.

Even in command, Haruka felt weak at the blissful onslaught of her womanhood wrapped around the full length of his cock. Unnaturally cool, she was nonetheless warmer at the core, the evidence of her arousal more than enough to slicken his forceful entry. The teacher's mouth fell open in a long, lustful moan, and her name lingered on his lips as he savored the sensations. "Alison..." he cooed, smoothing a hand in a slow, appreciative circle along her ass. A pause to catch his breath; the smile built again as he composed himself. "Be my good girl." It was a plea, and a demand all in one, made sharper as his hand crashed upon her rear again.

The slap was soon followed by more as he started to move, inching in and out at first, quickly building in force as he pumped faster and harder. Before long the apartment was filled with the sounds of sex, of skin slapping on skin, of the grunts and groans of their coupling, of the creaking of the couch beneath their bodies.

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
"HaaAAH!" A pleasant shudder shot through her body as he finally pierced her, gloved fingers fruitlessly digging into the cushion as she braced herself. While most of her kind would have their senses dulled hers were... Enhanced; a subtle alteration that hid beneath her appearance of a particularly beautiful doctor (that never aged). Then again her vampiric nature mattered little - she had no right to pride herself upon it when she willingly submitted herself to a human, to prey... Another delicious layer of submission that only spurred her on to sink deeper and deeper into her newfound role as Daddy's.

She moaned in response to every thrust, her hips bucking to take his cock even deeper into herself; even compared to the unknown like Emma or Quinn she felt tight, her vaginal walls clamping down far tighter than what should be possible - and yet there was nothing but pleasure to be found, almost overwhelming in its presence. Her body and soul alike were Daddy's, molded to love him as dearly as he loved his good girl. That... Or to simply maximize pleasure, the reason having long since been lost to time. A reason that might change the way he looked upon his good girl to something (to her) much more unfortunate.

If anyone walked in there'd be no mistaking as to what they were up to; her demurely prostrated upon her hands and knees, him buried deep to the hilt inside her. Telltale sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, creaking springs, moans soft and loud alike echoed shamelessly throughout her condo, their bodies clumsily bouncing back and forth between one another... They were two consenting adults consummating their relationship, and they just so happened to be eager to show it - in their own remarkably perverse way.

"Daddy please... Oh goodddd Daddyyy..."

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Haruka Masamoto:
The irony of crying out to god while burying his throbbing hardness deep inside a vampire was largely lost on Haruka. Wholly unprepared for the strength with which her inner muscles tightened around him, he found himself gritting his teeth and willing himself to stave off the telltale tingles of impending orgasm. He pawed greedily at the bouncing meat of her pale backside, the teacher steadily becoming swept up in the fantasy. Alison, as it turned out, had been a far more sensual creature than he could have imagined; unlife had done little to dull her desires, and he had a growing hunch they'd be acting out every last one.

His hand rained disciplinary blows on those bouncing cheeks, filling the air with slap after slap as her velvety folds clenched and caressed in all the right places. "That's right, baby, give yourself to Daddy." His voice took on a deep, husky tone, his mouth dry as every naughty word they shared thickened the haze of lust cloaking his mind. "You love your human Daddy, don't you, Alison. You want to obey him. You want to submit. You want to surrender."

The squeaking of the leather couch only added to the chorus of their passionate lovemaking, the apartment filled with grunts and groans and 'yes Daddy's. One of his hands slid up her smooth back, pushing down between her shoulderblades as if to force her to the ground; a mere symbolic display given her superior might, and yet every act of obedience only tightened the winding coil of arousal within. The sheer perversity of the act - as much their different natures as their play itself - made his head swim, and from the pulsing sensation climbing up his shaft, he knew he didn't have long.

"Say you want it, Alison," he urged, feeling himself rushing headlong to climax; from the way she gave in to his touch he had a hunch she was close to hers as well. "Say you want to belong to a mortal. Say you want to be my good little vampire girl, now and always." A sharp breath was sucked through clenched teeth, trying to stave off release for one more agonizing second. "Say... you... want... Daddy's... cum."

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
Alison offered token resistance as Haruka's hand pressed down between her narrow shoulderblades, encouraging if not ordering her to submit herself to him. Submit herself entirely to Daddy's wants and desires, firmly seated around him as it needily clenched with every heavy thrust. Her pert ass was left held high as the rest of her body leaned down against the cushions, her cheek rubbing back and forth along its leather surface, following every hip-bucking thrust with her body....

"Please..." Out of sight her face was contorted into a pleasured grimace; her eyes having rolled back in their sockets as her lush lips hung open in a moan, only periodically trying to fruitlessly nip at the cushion as if it held even a semblance of self-control. It'd been so long since she last could submit herself so freely like this, to just relinquish independence and give herself whole to someone, if only for just a matter of agonizingly pleasurable minutes.

It was getting to her, it was going to her head; her body pulsed and tingled, her mind slipping further and further into a haze of mindblowing arousal. She was getting close, oh so close - but a good girl knew better than to cum before Daddy did. She'd have to beg for release, release that only he was allowed to give her... "Daddy please, I wanna... I wannaaa... Aaahhh!" Brimming on the edge, she felt like she was about to explode. "Please... Cum- I want... Cum..."

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Haruka Masamoto:
Haruka hadn't felt himself hitting the point of no return - that one thrust, that one squeeze of her walls around him, that one sensuous roll of their joined hips - but there was no question the rising tide of ecstasy could no longer be denied. For all Alison's submissive posture and begging words, his body was doing its own share of pleading, desperate for the release welling up in his piercing length. "Alison... Alison!" His voice was a torrent of gasps and barely-articulate groans, pleasure filling his mind as climax overtook him. "Daddy's com... coming! Alison! Oh fuck!"

His last conscious thought sent him down atop her, chest glued to her back; his hand darted around her waist and between her legs, seeking that little pearl of pleasure atop her womanhood. Like animals mating they ground against each other, his fingers dancing atop her slit as the dam finally broke. Shaking and gasping, Haruka lost all sense of the world around them, feeling only the powerful pulses as he filled her with hot, potent seed, and the answering grip of her spasming sex. He stroked, thrusted, trembled, and cried; all artifice had fallen away and this was no longer an act of dominance, but of surrender.

The warmth filling his heart was unmistakable, even his loins ached from the sudden emptiness. Alison had trusted him with something precious, a side of her kept carefully under lock and key; in so giving, she found a side of himself long buried. There could be no more priceless treasure, and he swore, in that moment of cascading bliss, that he'd do whatever it took to make her happy.

A silent heart could still love, once you got to know it.

Consciousness returned to him slowly, his body soaked in sweat and spent inside and out. The teacher peppered her neck and shoulder with soft, loving kisses, tracing his way up her throat. "God, that was incredible," he sighed against her jaw, giving her a caring squeeze from behind; he could swear some of his warmth had radiated into her skin, just a bit. "I'm yours, Alison. I'll always be yours."

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Doctor Alison Clarke:
Release came like a wave, crashing against a concrete shore. Her sight engulfed by a flash of light before her limbs, her body just went... Limp. Her knees give away beneath her as she shudders in orgasm, fingers digging like eager claws into the cushions as she tried to hold on and keep a semblance of sanity through the cascade of pleasure turning her mind to utter mush. No more pleading, no more loving whispers about Daddy; just her writhing as drool trickled down her mouth left agape, communicating in naught but brief and breathless moans as her feminine juices mixed together with thick streaks of warm seed. Somehow she managed to save enough dignity so as to not cry out, if only just.

She thoughtlessly drifted into his arms as he offered them, her neck craned to allow for his wonderful little kisses and pecks as her gaze drifted elsewhere to help gather her wits again. When Alison, his good girl finally she turned around in his arms to reciprocate his embrace, leather-clad fingers trailing invisible circles on his back as she applied gentle force, leaning his body against hers. Her lips would never part open to admit it, but in such a moment... She envied his beating heart, feeling it beat so fast against her - there was no truer way to express love than that, whether through words or actions.

"You were excellent, Haruka" she cooed, an earnest and fanged smile creeping up atop her lips as she tilted her head down to plant a peck on his crown. "No words are enough to describe just how good you were. How much you pleased me..." Her fingers turned away from his back to instead caress his cheek in slow, loving strokes. "Still..."

Moving to sit up again she bid him to follow, turning her attention to the banquet of junk food laid out across the coffee table. Pizza had probably started to grow cold, the beer warm, the ice for her blood had started to melt... "I'd rather not you waste that pizza, sweetling - it was made specifically for you and it cost me a fair share... You don't want to turn down my offering, do you? If you do, well... I might just have to take something from you..." Her fingers trail up his chest as her lips curl into a devious (if playful) grin, knowing her words were largely ineffectual. He'd given himself - willingly - to her before, she couldn't even try to scare him away with such idle threats. It just wouldn't bite.