Geeeehhhhh

Alex: "I'm glad you could come visit me on such short notice. I apologize for asking for your presence this late in the afternoon, but my schedule's been packed until now."

He looks far too young to be a doctor with a 7-year degree under his belt but speaks with the polite professionalism of one. He's done this before; he knows how to handle a patient as they step through the marked door to his office, how to give them a quick handshake and give them a little smile to encourage confidence in his talents... He looks like one of Haruka's students cosplaying a doctor in that getup, but the look in those eyes is not one that belongs to a newbie. As soon as they stepped through the door they were studying them, sizing them up. Letting out a quiet hum they crossed their legs, glancing over to the desk at their side to go over his patient's papers.

His appearance is... Soft. Androgynous. His pale skin blemishless and his tousle-colored hair neatly parted to emphasize his boyish appearance, curiously red eyes and that mole just below the corner of his lip... One wouldn't be faulted for thinking he looks like he'd fit in a boy band than in the labcoat he's wearing, but the ID tag on its lapel depicts both his name and his dour expression. It says his name is Alex.

"I understand you were transferred into my care from doctor Alison Clarke after she... Mysteriously disappeared from the public eye. Let's see here... Frequently asks others if they can pat their heads, has an addiction to caffeine, preferrably coffee, employed as a history teacher at the local high school, has a healthy relationship with the opposite sex... Mmmm, interesting." What's interesting? He doesn't say, but the way he smiles to himself as he nods in apparent approval indicates he seems to like what he's reading about their patient.

"Now then, let us start off simple. I want to run a routine physical examination if that's alright? Eyesight, reflexes, pulse, any underlying health conditions... The usual." As he explained himself he opened one of the drawers on his desk, pulling out not a pair of disposable latex gloves but a pair of dark leather, softly creaking as he began to slip them over his dainty hands. "Now. Why don't you have a seat over there and we'll get right to it?"

Haruka: With a tired smile she greets the young doctor with a polite bow of the head, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose.  There's no hiding the telltale signs of a long day, from stray strands of short hair to the beginnings of bags under her eyes.  Still, without them Ms. Haruka Masamoto might rival the good doctor for deceptive youth, having snuck into her thirties with little fanfare; she considered it a point of pride that she hadn't needed to buy new dress shirts in years.  The blazer and pencil skirt are another matter, and truth be known she's eager to get home and into something more relaxing.

Still, good doctors are hard to come by, so a stop by Dr. Clarke's office is well worth the hassle of coming straight from school.  No stranger to curious eyes she gives him the same courtesy, a polite bow of her head disgusing her own appraisal.  The names are clearly more than coincidental; Alex could pass for the twin brother of her last doctor, Alison Clarke, right down to the beauty mark.  Indeed he shares many of the subtle signs that suggest he doesn't get out much.  Frankly, Haruka car relate.  The doctors are two of the only new people she's met in years that aren't students of hers.  And besides, he is charming, in an eerie, girlish sort of way.  Time to put her best foot forward.
"Yes, it's unfortunate; Dr. Clarke - ah, the other Dr. Clarke - was always pleasant to me, I'm sorry to hear she vanished.  Anyway, yes, that's me in a nutshell."  The description he gives of her almost reads like a list of symptoms, like it's her fault she's a sucker for patting cute heads or can't face the day without coffee.  She has to hide a chuckle at the 'healthy relationship with the opposite sex' line; the last time she'd been anywhere near a man outside the job was a mixer three years ago, which ended with her the odd woman out due to one of her friends failing at basic math.  What -could- he find interesting about her?  She can only crook an eyebrow in curiosity.

At his direction she obediently takes a seat opposite him, removing her blazer and folding it over the seat back.  The gloves are another peculiar detail in common with his predecessor; there's a subtle charge in the air, and she can't shake the feeling of familiar eyes even as she submits to the inspection of someone new.  "Please do, doctor," she says softly.  "I apologize if I'm a bit sweaty, the air conditioning in my classroom is broken."

Alex: "Perspiration is nothing unusual, miss Masamoto; there's no need to apologize for your body." Most doctors usually handled their patients with a degree of... Reluctance when they put their hands on their patient, always ready to pull away at the slightest inkling of their patient beginning to feel doubtful or uncomfortable about having a stranger touch them, even if it's in the name of medicine and good health. Everybody has their personal spaces and boundaries you'd do well not to tread over, and it's something that doctors always seem to be afraid of... Unlike him.

He treats her body not with uncertainty and fear but with respect, every stroke of his hands up and down her body appearing to almost savor the gentle curvature and form of her body, still not marred by the horrors of age. He lets his hands guide him, cupping her head as he tests the range of movement for her neck, squeezes and kneads her shoulders to check for straining knots, slides down the slope of her lower back as he with a supporting hand guides her into proper posture...

Despite the barrier between leather, cloth and naked skin he appears reluctant to indulge in the tools of the trade, preferring to instead check blood pressure and pulse alike using only his hands. It wouldn't be wrong to think she's in the hands of a charlatan when they do not even follow the example set by so many doctors before them... But if they looked around his office they'd see he had no tools to speak of anywhere. "Teachers are more vulnerable and exposed to stress than most." Sitting behind her she isn't able to see his smile as he hides it against the crook of her neck. "It takes a strong woman to be a good teacher. Like you."

He says it with the same confidence he carries in his movements, his actions as his gloved fingers slide down her hair, undoing the buttons on the cuff of her dress shirt to get access to her wrist... His chin grazes her shoulder as he adjusts, glancing over it as he takes to... Feeling her out. "Tell me, miss Masamoto. What was your relation to the mysterious Dr. Clarke? I've been told you quite favored her services and would hope to be able to match her... Abilities for you." His breath is cold as it caresses her shivering neck like a soothing hand, his even voice lilted with a glint of... Mischieviousness?

Haruka: No stranger to the unorthodox, Haruka needs little coaxing to go along with her doctor's instructions.  The similarities keep piling up as Alex opts to rely on his hands for the basics: checking her pulse, searching for knotted muscle, guiding her head this way and that.  In spite of the gloves there's an intimacy to his examination that soon has her eyelids drooping shut.  She can't help but sigh contentedly as he gently corrects her posture, and the teacher quickly finds herself relaxing, indeed melting into his experienced touch.

"You can say that again," she says with a wisp of a chuckle, though her cheeks burn from the compliment.  "Th-that's... very kind of you.  Thank you."  How long has it been since an attractive man paid her a kind word?  A few colleagues at work, the occasional polite student; for all she claims to have given up on such fantasies, there remains that young-at-heart side of her that dares ask 'what if'.  Dr. Clarke is no student, but he could easily pass for one, and briefly she entertains such thoughts of inviting the young man to 'see her after class'.
The buttons on her cuffs pop free under his hands, and only a lingering thread of professionalism keeps her from nuzzling against his cheek as his chin brushes over her shoulder.  At his question her lips bend into a smile.  'Relation' is such an interesting way of putting it; she has a growing hunch that her current doctor knows that answer all too well.  The absence of warmth from his presence seems to melt in favor of the heat buzzing between them.

"Let's just say that Alison - sorry, Dr. Clarke - took very good care of me.  Cold on the outside, but capable of so much compassion.  I can honestly say I've never met a -woman- like her."  The emphasis is hard to miss; the back of her hand slides against his palm, her thumb brushing lightly against his.  Her heart beats faster, putting blood where it's most needed.  "But I have faith in your abilities, doctor.  You come highly recommended, and I trust you to know what is best for me."

She shivers from the cool touch of his breath, and on reflex - or perhaps trust - she angles her head away, leaving just enough space in the collar to reveal the bare skin of her neck.  "You can... examine me more closely," she says, her voidy a heady whisper.  "If you feel the... need to."

Alex: "My, miss Masamoto... Your heart's racing." His lips broach her ear as his voice slips down to a whisper, not for the sake of her hearing but for making sure she realises his words and their meaning are reserved for her. They skirt around it like clever dancers, but they both know they see something all too familiar in the other. He knows exactly who she is, what her relation to her former doctor was and just how far they'd gone with toying with the professional relationship between a doctor and her patient, treating it like nothing more than a coy warning that they'd happily cast aside for a taste of each other's bodies...

His free hand slid up her arm, fingers mapping out the gentle slope of her narrow shoulder as they move up the side of her throat, following the shape of her jaw of her jaw to her chin... "Tell me, miss Masamoto. Is it the feel of leather against your skin that makes you think of her? That makes you reminisce about she used to treasure you both in mind and body, savoring your unblemished youth as she indulged in knowing exactly what you craved from a loving partner..."
He hums in apparent wonder, his outstretched index tracing those oh so lush lips as his thumb slowly strokes her beneath her chin is slow circles. "But you never knew where you sat with the other girls, did you? You like men, there's nothing odd about that - but something about the good doctor just grabbed you. Lured you in like a good little pet as she put you in your side by her side, visiting her for physical checkups as an excuse to offer yourself to her... Like a good little human should."

Oh, that laugh - it dripped like ink from a quill with cruelty, his smile wide as he freely bared his carnivorous fangs in delight. His hand moves away from her waist, leaving it to lie slack by her side as his hand moves down her stomach, dipping down as it only came to stop on the hem of her skirt. He shifted again, and she could feel his fat erection mightily strain against the small of her back as he puts his lips to her proffered neck, his teeth grazing her goosebumped skin as his breathy whispers soften, take on an all too familiar tone, an all too familiar voice...

"Undress yourself, little sweetling, and let me in... I promise I'll take good care of you."

Haruka: Looking back, Haruka couldn't pinpoint exactly what had drawn her to the original Dr. Clarke.  Some part of her had always been fascinated by the taboo and strange, and the breach of their professional relationship carried no small thrill.  Possessed of unearthly beauty and grace, her seductive voice had played all the right notes, a heady contrast to the delicate menace of those fangs.  And yet, there was so much more to it.  The warmth that flooded her was something more genuine than some passing infatuation, some fetish for the supernatural.  Alison had given and taken in equal measure, passion and compassion in one porcelain-doll package.  She hadn't just made the teacher feel special - she was special.

And from the way Alex makes her shiver, so is he.  The dance pleases as his hands study her face, the touch of leather heavy with memory; her lips spread in a smile, kissing his fingers as they pass.  "Yessss..." the word spills from her in a hiss, a soft surrender to everything he said.  His own words play at a pleasurable pitch, pointed in soft tones as he toys with her sexuality.  Content to be explored, to be the helpless prey before her predator, she releases a blissful sigh and nuzzles into his chest.  Arousal already pools in her core, those skilled hands finding her hot spots as if guided by foresight - or experience.
As he toys with the hem of her skirt, she draws in a shuddering breath, keenly aware of the hardened length straining against her from behind.  The teacher slides one of her hands over his, guiding him further, compelling him to slowly drag the skirt up her leg, baring more of her thigh to his touch.  Pushing back, she gave a playful grind against his trapped member, feeling it surge against the swell of her rear.  The way the word 'sweetling' rolls off his tongue seals the deal, her nimble fingers plucking at the buttons of her blouse.

Slowly she cranes her neck, glancing back at the good doctor.  Her face is a kaleidoscope of brewing lust and desire, flushed cheeks and eyes that search for his.  Yet there's a mischief of her own, a knowing quirk to her lips.  "You kept me waiting long enough, you know," she says, her eyes narrowing as if daring him to press the attack.  She gives enough space to shrug off her blouse, leaving her skin guarded only by a lacy black bra, and her hips push back against him once more.  "Better take a sip, doctor.  You might need the energy."

Alex: "Not by choice." His predatory gaze softens just enough out of sight, slitted pupils taking on a unspoken tinge of mild-mannered regret made up for by a trail of loving kisses touching her skin from her jaw down to where neck met shoulder.  For a moment the hand skirting along the hem disperses to allow her space, hurriedly returning to wrap its full arm around her naked waist in kind-hearted love and disconcerting possessiveness alike. A delicate balance between prey to be consumed and a pet to be nurtured and adored.

There's something so familiar in how their eyes meet again, the one dropping the mask he wore not out of a curious sense of humor but protection as the other welcomed him back into their arms and life alike like a snivelling beast on their doorstep. The same beast that'd spent far more time than a 'professional' doctor ever should trying to transfer their favorite patient under the care of one identity to another, even as those after Alison might catch on to Alex... But for her it was worth it.
His hand cups her chin, guiding her head away as his eyes return to her offering, his prize... Just a sip, she said. It always humored him how she was so considerate interacting with a creature of the night, the same monster that clamped down her body tight against his like nothing more than a bloodbag to be discarded as his teeth sink into her neck. There's the sharp jolt of pain coursing through her synapses as his fangs pierce the skin and brushes against nerves... Only for dopamine bliss to set in as he finds her jugular vein. His embrace softens as her body grows slack in his arms, doe-eyed and doped out as he savors her...

Even through his coat he can feel her naked warmth against him, even through the leather as his hand explores, following the shape of her breast before groping it, squeezing it like it belongs to him. Like a musician with an instrument she's his to toy with, knowing exactly how to pluck her strings as he showed her just much control he really had over her. How he could make her fall for him, even in the disguise of a supposed stranger... A final few greedy gulps and he retracts, a slight suction as fangs leave her pierced skin, a trickle of blood pouring down her throat to be licked up by a familiar pointed tongue as his hand wanders downward again...

"Tell me sweetling..." The hem of her skirt strains against the intrusion of his hand, reluctantly relenting as it slides into her nylon stockings, deliciously framing her lusicious legs... "How do you want your doctor? You're such a good pet that I can't help but spoil you..." His words say one thing but his hand another; gloved fingers stroking along her flushed lhabial lips through the silken fabric of her panties dripping wet with her arousal, only just enough to give her a taste and nothing more... "It's only fair mommy gives her pet a treat when she's been so inconsiderate, no?"

Haruka: It's only there for a moment, but she sees the subtle softening in the eyes, an apology that doesn't need to be said aloud.  The details would only ruin the moment, sour the delicate embrace from behind.  Past the realities of Alex's nature, with all that it implies, there remains a human at the core; a person, clinging to everything that still meant.  That, more than anything else, is what drew Haruka to Alison in the first place, and perhaps what drew them together again.

Any trace of defiance ends as he takes her chin, and she can almost sense the approaching fangs.  Who better than a doctor to supervise such a delicate procedure?  The initial bite stings as she expects, long-healed scars opened anew as those teeth sink deep into her neck.  She flinches and gasps at the pain, only to release the air in a gentle sigh as he finds his mark.  Her skin is numbed, replaced with a warm, spreading euphoria as he begins to drink from her.
Shuddering in his arms, she is helpless before his exploring hands, sealing his control of her with every grope and caress.  "More," she whispers as her breast fills his hand, and she surrenders a moan as he squeezes softly.  Her heart pounds in her chest, pumping excitedly and fueling the pulsing at her neck as Alex feeds upon her.  The bizarre sensation of being drained heightens her already sharp sense of touch, aware of every motion, every swallow.  It ends almost as suddenly, a vague reluctance as his fangs withdraw and a tender lick to 'clean his plate'.

"I missed this," she murmurs, a slight daze as her body adjusts to the loss of blood.  "I missed you."
His hands resume their encroachment, and she is powerless to stop them.  A staccato moan follows as his fingers explore between her thighs, beneath her stockings and above her panties.  Left lightheaded after his 'attack', she practically melts into his embrace, his honeyed words dripping with sensuality as they play in her ears.  For all the back-and-forth in their play, the teacher can't deny the goosebumps that form at the thought of being his 'good pet'.  The use of 'mommy' causes her to tremble with delight, an acknowledgement of all that has happened between them - and what is yet to come.

With her lust threatening to boil over, Haruka can only wait so long.  Tenderness can wait; she needs to go slack in his grip as he takes her, needs to feel him give in to his other hunger.  Her fingers make short work of the skirt zipper, the cloth quickly puddling at her feet as she steps out of it.  Finding his desk, she leans forward and plants her hands on it, tilting her head back to give him a wicked smile.  "It sure sounds and feels like you, 'mommy'... but I think I need a little more proof," she says in a husky tone, wiggling her hips back and forth invitingly.  "Make me yours, if you can~"

Alex: His embrace relaxes as she begins to stir in his arms, allowing her to slip free as his limbs return to his sides in respectful wonder as his eyes follow her body in their stead. Even as his thirst was slaked his eyes were still sharp with hunger as his fangs remained bared in a knowing smirk. As he leaned back in his chair he spread his legs apart, giving his favorite patient a proper look at his ft bulge, a straining outline of his arousal pressing against the crotch of his pants... An invitation as much as it is a loving warning of what's to come. Of what will be inside of her, lest she has second thoughts... Which he isn't going to allow her to have.

He'd missed her too. For far too long he'd been without her, running from identity to identity to hide his tracks until he could return to his craft right under the noses of his enemies. Nobody at the night shift had started to miss dear Alison, still knitting tales amongst themselves about how she hid in the shadows, ready to frighten the next fledgling doctor or nurse to be unfortunate enough to meet her icy gaze... Alex is a charmer, always ready with a smile and a little quip to be allowed into the hearts of his coworkers. Oh, if only they knew how their former colleague still managed to play them for utter fools...

...But Haruka was not a fool. As soon as she'd stepped into his office her eyes had been on him, both in appraisal and deja vu in equal measure. A Tzimisce is a funny thing like that; hungering as much for the taste of fresh blood on their tongue as the reaction from their peers as they realize exactly what rather than who they're dealing with. As much as he wanted to drop the pretense, let the colors fade from "his" hair as befouling tentacles writhe out of his coat as he pulls her back into his arms to make sure she knows exactly who has called her back he wanted to toy with her just a little. He wanted to humor just as he was humored by her...
The chair creaks as he suddenly stands up, shrugging off his coat as it slides off his shoulders as the sound of the heels of his dress shoes clacked against the floor. His gloved hands grab at the sides of her shifting hips as he lets out a pleased hum, pressing the swell of her ass against his groin as their eyes met, hers glazed over like steam on glass as his predatory slits a glimpse of the Beast inside seeing her as nothing but meat to be used. Putting one of his fingers to his teeth he begins to tug on the leather, his fingers slipping free one by one - he lets it drop to the floor as his naked hand drifts down between them, unbuttoning and opening his fly with an audible zzzzzip as the other still held onto her thick rear for support.

"You've packaged yourself so nicely for me... It'd be a shame to stain such nice lingerie." His now exposed cock presses against her vaginal lips as he hooks his fingers into them, pushing them aside for access as his knuckles brush against her dewy slit. No doubt she's felt fingers inside of her before, but his very touch carries with it something... Ethereal: a prickling sensation enticing delectable shivers down her spine from grazing alone. It's the perfect distraction for the tendril, thick and wet that slips over her shoulder with a muffled giggle, the doctor's tongue coiling possessively around her throat as it pulls back, coaxing her head up...

"You misunderstand, sweetling; you are mine." A pair of rouged lips blow chilled air against her ear, its tone a familiar feminine contralto... Alison, or at least her grin connected to the palm of the doctor's hand, a sudden pretense to her doctor finally entering her, his fat cock spreading her needy sex wide as the hand on her hip lays itself across her stomach as he suddenly rails her with a starting thrust against the desk, making it loudly smack against the wall behind as flesh met flesh...

"And I will make sure you realize."

Haruka: In the moments before that first, most intimate joining, every sound, every touch is amplified, sending little pulses of pleasure along her goosebumped skin.  Haruka relishes in the sound of leather coming loose, in the clack of dress shoes as he approaches, in the telltale slow drag of a zipper being lowered.  For all his poise and composure, the animal within is plain to see in his eyes, possessed of a desire a far older than any thirst for blood.  The anticipation alone would moisten her waiting sex, if his ministrations and that delicious bite of his hadn't done so already.

She braces herself on his desk as he hooks her panties to the side, making a few probing strokes with his fingers before introducing the head of that hard, swollen cock.  The touch of his bare digits carries something more than mere flesh, a faint tingling within that makes her shiver with every motion.  There is power in his touch, in his very skin, such that she doesn't notice the tonguelike tendril until it is coiled around her throat.  Rather than startle, it thrills, and her lips part in a throaty moan as his unearthly appendage coaxes her body closer to his.
The voice changes, and she shudders with excitement.  It's her.  Within that body is Alison; the lips blowing seductively over her ear belong to Alison.  The contrast jars as his impressive manhood finally pierces her, reminding the teacher who she belongs to.  He tightens his hold and pushes deep inside in a single, strong thrust, his hips slaming to hers and pushing her body hard against his desk.  The wood claps noisily against the wall, a mere prelude to the assault to come, and she groans louldy as she stretches to accommodate his girth.  It even stings, just slightly, until it melts into a pleasurable twinge in her loins.  Nestled to the hilt inside her, he is still for just a moment, letting her adjust to the sense of being so thoroughly filled.

Haruka's eyes are closed as she savors that blissful penetration, her fingers digging into his desk.  This is what she wanted, what she's missed all this time.  The good doctor did much more than scratch an itch, much more than give her a supernatural hickey.  She'd left a mark on the teacher's very being, triggering a response from even subtle touches and the delectable tones of her voie.  Indeed she has a hunch that Alex shaped his body with this very thing in mind, a feminine face attached to that powerful hardness.  As wonderful as it had been with Alison as her first woman, Haruka finds little to dislike in Alex's new choice of appearance.

At last she feels comfortable enough to move, and the first move she makes is to push back against that intruding flesh; to clench around it, wrapping him snugly in her hot, wet folds.  The tiniest motions inside of her send little sparks of pleasure into her core, coupled with that slippery tendril and his strong, controlling hands.  In spite of it all she throws a defiant look back to him, half-lidded eyes smoky with lust and need.  "Well then, don't you dare hold back... master," she groans, sliding her legs wider to brace herself as he begins to thrust.

Alex: Running on stolen vitae lends a certain... Ferocity to his actions, primal if not beastial in nature. No sharpened claws carving into ripe flesh as fangs dig into their neck for another drink but something far more base in the semblance of the human psyche the doctor still held within himself. A powerful surge of life coursing through his long dead veins, a piece of her gifted to him to let them share in the life of the one... There's an unmistakable healthy blush on his face as the snakelike tongue coiled around her supple throat squeezes it taut, her breathing speeding and growing louder as she instinctively tries to compensate with shorter, faster breaths...

"You take to your role so quickly... I like that." Her words are velvety venom as her slick tongue lovingly curls itself around every syllable, painstakingly emphasizing every little verbal morsel that trickles out from between her lips as they kiss the good teacher's ear with every utterance, the soft inhalation of air for speech causing her to shiver over and over again with the thick smacks of flesh meeting flesh and lascvious moans from them both filling the wordless silence between the pair. The doctor's voice, however, holds steady like a sentient parasite having greedily latched onto a host as they rut it out with a silly little human, so hopelessly naïve to the whims of the horrors in the shadows...
Were they really one and the same, the aloof yet alluringly motherly doctor and her supposed twin, so sensual and... Lecherous? As she hid her horrible hunger away behind an unnatural grace he relishes in it; he adores how he can feel her esophagus tighten and clench as his tongue squeezes, how she has to adjust herself to the size of his shaft with every thrust threatening to reveal their tryst as their heated passion grows louder and louder... But was that not what she wanted? Putting her dignity, her name on the line thrilled her, made her sink deeper down the girth of his shaft, caressing its hilt with her vaginal lips... But despite his nature he was a man of professionalism. For all that he cherished his favorite patient, she needed to learn how to respect him... And what her place next to him is.

His smirking hand hovered on the edge of her vision as his other shot up, sinking its fingers into the fatty flesh of her breasts as his hand let out a soft hum. "Listen to yourself moan and squeal for me; is it for me? Is it so I can hear how much you love me, how much you love feeling my cock deep inside of you? Naaaw. You're a sweetheart, but in my office there's no place for sweethearts." His disembodied mouth's laughter reverberated through a throat it didn't have, deep and resonant as it relished in her mindmeltingly pleasurable suffering. Its tongue snaked from between its lips to teasingly lick at hers moments before its master pressed his hand to her mouth, muffling her cries of bliss with the taste of french kisses, restricting her to breathe through her nose as her master watched her come undone with the eyes of a hungry beast...

Haruka: More than a mere partner coupling with her doctor, Haruka finds herself the centerpiece of supernatural lust.  The tonguelike tendril keeps a loose hold on her throat, the hand-with-a-mouth covers her mouth in a passionate kiss - and through it all, that hard, sculpted cock fills her with every powerful thrust, striking the very core of her sex over and over.  Pinned down and at his mercy, she can do little but obey, clenching tightly around his manhood and meeting the eldritch mouth in a duel of tongues.  It overwhelms and thrills at once, and she happily gives in to the banquet of sensory stimuli.

The parade of lascivious words is music to her ears, stirring thoughts of submission and desire.  Yes, she does want this.  Yet a brief glance back at her vampiric lover is revealing, a faint tinge of red to his cheeks that should not be - cannot be, from what little she understands of him.  Could a man blush with others' blood, even willingly given?  Even through the hand she has to smile.  For all his monstrous nature and bizarre capabilities, he had been human once and in some sense remains so.  Dead things cannot feel, cannot blush, cannot love, and yet the silent heart of her dear Dr. Clark still beats for her.  Even he, it seems, cannot hide this.
The kiss parts for a moment, and she catches that impossible bottom lip playfully between her teeth.  "I saw that, doctor," she says in a teasing whisper, wiggling her hips side-to-side to grind on his rigid member.  For all Alex's forthrightness compared to Alison, there remains a part of her that he cannot shed entirely.  The teacher feels it even through his urgent thrusting, the love and concern for her - and that shy need to be loved in return.  "I'd have thought you'd be a bit more... mmmnh... judicious with my blood~"

Tilting her head back, she shoots him a sly wink and parts her legs further, helping him push even deeper.  Like an animal seeking fulfillment from its mate she thrusts back at him, using the desk for leverage as she milks his pulsing shaft.  "Ahnn... come on... doctor," she panted as he pounded her, belt clinking and skin slapping with every thrust.  The desk groaned and creaked from the force, and she felt the arousal within her rising to a boil, bubbling up and threatening to burst.  "Don't hold back.  I'm... your... good girl.  Make... them... know it!"

Alex: It takes plenty to catch an ancient vampire in the disguise of a doctor obsessed with professionalism off-guard. The things he'd seen and experienced in unlife were countless, far beyond limitations imposed on a functional human body: but deep down some part of him clutched onto shards of his past. Something human amidst everything alien and grotesque, something he only dared let slip up to the surface when he'd expected her to be... Distracted. A chance to remember what it used to be like, like the warm rays of the sun kissing his face.

Sheepishly his mouthed hand retracts from view as his pupils appear to impossibly shrink even further, the widened stare of a cornered animal before he averts it from her dangerously perceptive gaze. What he wears as the enthusiasm of his thrusting begins to momentarily slow is not the appearance of a hungry beast that's finally put its claws into its prey but rather that of a shy schoolboy caught red-handed, not unlike one of her own students... He holds her fast but his tongue grows slack, uncoiling as it's bonelessly draped over her shoulders.
When he goes for her neck again it's not for the taste of blood surging through her yet functional veins but to affectionately nuzzle his nose against the crook of it, leaning himself over her prostrate form as his cock shifted against the inner walls of her dewy sex. The gloved hand manhandling her chest moves down her arm, blindly guiding its way to lie atop her hand supporting her against the desk. "Judicious... Such words." The mouth tries for sultry humor as its arm wrings itself around her waist, but the shaking uncertainty in its tone is unmistakable.

He can't hurt her. He can't punish her for leaving him like this. He wants her close. He craves her body as much as he craves her. Despite how his knees begin to buckle beneath him as his thrusting begin to surface and quicken in desperation for release he's strangely quiet unlike his recipient, cradling her quivering form as she shakes and writhes as she comes apart around his shaft... Just this moment he'll let her see him like this, whether it's the real him or something made up for her secret desires of wanting to be creamed by a meek little schoolboy under her care. Not the mistress she deserves and craves but the entity, the thing that plays the role, for whatever meaning it has to him.

Haruka: There it is, the thing that truly sets Dr. Clarke apart from others of his kind.  In a flash the beast dissipates without losing a shred of that carnal hunger, his unearthly features withdrawing and going slack but his rigid manhood still hilted inside.  Haruka practically melts along with him, the teacher struggling to hold herself up on his desk.  That delicious contrast of ferocity and tenderness, love and lust, it strikes a chord with her.  For all Alex's unearthly nature, a part of him remains stubbornly, inexorably human.  How could she not love him?

As he nuzzles her neck she coos her appreciation.  The gloved hand settles over hers, a lingering warmth borrowed from her chest, and she lifts a thumb to stroke against his.  Tilting her head, she finds his hairline and plants a soft, gentle kiss, a few stray strands tickling just under her nose.  "Alex..." she sighs into that ivory tangle, his skin cool and inviting.  Even with her beneath him, completely at his mercy, the vampiric doctor never looks so vulnerable as when he lets the act slip, even if only briefly.  "Sensei never forgot who she belongs to."

His arm winds around her waist, a slight nudge of her hips reminding her of that stubborn manhood with a pleasurable tingle.  Shifting her hips from side to side, she coaxes him into starting again, soon finding herself bouncing back against his body.  With her body caged under his she can do little but push back, seeking to fill herself deeper and harder with every thrust.  The snarling play is gone but the urgency remains, and a shudder tears through her body as it rushes headlong towards that blessed, blissful climax.

Her eyes snap open wide and her mouth parts as breath is torn from her.  A gasp pulls it back in, one last thrust nudging her past the point of no return.  Gripped by a spasming fit, she digs her fingers into the desk, her hot, wet folds clenching him hard.  She drinks in every pulse and throb as her needy womanhood demands that his release accompany hers; her hips plant themselves against his, wordlessly begging to be marked on the inside as well as out.  "A-Alex!" she cries.  "I-I'm... I'm coming... o-oh god, YES!"

Alex: He's quiet as he comes; even as his knees threaten to buckle beneath him, even as his fat, veiny erection hitches inside the teacher as he spills long strands of hot, fertile white seed inside of her, the mess already beginning slide down his subsumed shaft, mixing with her feminine juices as she nakedly begins to leak his love from the floor... He holds his silence. No breaths escape from his long dead lungs, he utters no affection to remind her how she really is his good girl and how he loves her so - he just holds her close as she rides the wave, keeping her steady.

He's listening to the blood surging through her veins, the way her heart speeds before coming to a momentary stop as she comes, her sex painfully and greedily clenching around his shaft to milk him dry for the sake of her pleasure... And as words fail him he only hopes she understands how happy he is to oblige for her sake. How he's so willing to give her exactly what she wants, not because of how he has his own blood-doll to toy with as he pleases - but because he loves her. Because she's worth it.
He wouldn't have gone through all of this to find her if she wasn't. There's someone who misses her even more, however - someone who isn't just a face for her to hide away from the unknowing public behind. The good doctor mutters something as his ungloved hand retracts from being slung around the shivering teacher as she recovers, his fingers beginning to caress up his throat, his cheek, his face - to the sound of a grunt muffled by sinew and facial bone structure audibly ripping and cracking as he reconstructs his visage then and there.

His hand covers up the horror, but it can't hide the sight of his tousle-colored locks draining of their color into a sharp white in the corner of the teacher's vision, glimpses of icy blue peeking through the space between dainty fingers... Her head looks so out of place atop the body of a man, much less one that's hilt-deep inside of his patient like your common malpractioner - but the look in her eye is unmistakable as she hides her dopey smile behind a slew of kisses along the teacher's neck.

"I hope Alex treated you well." The disassociation is clear, but her sultry contralto carries a hint of otherworldly humor. The two are different yet one and the same. "Even took a sip from my beloved sweetling, the nerve..." Her borrowed fingers slide down the teacher's front, index idly rubbing against her deliciously sensitive clit before going deeper, between her legs as she begins to slip free her erection, letting Haruka savor the sensations just a few moments longer as she bathes in the afterglow... And for her to watch as the good doctor licks and sucks her fingers clean of the messy proof of their lovemaking.

"Mmm... Such a good girl."

Haruka: In a hot flash of explosive passion she cries out, giving in to a shuddering fit that wracks her body from head to foot.  Her toes curl in her dress shoes and her fingers squeeze the desk hard, mimicking the tight clench of her hot, spasming sex as it wraps around Alex's pulsing member.  The teacher is only dimly aware of his final few thrusts, her mind a haze of orgasmic lust.  Her breath comes in shallow pants, her mouth open and her face tightening into a mask of pure pleasure.  She can barely groan her delight as he spends himself inside her, flooding her to the womb with his potent warmth.  So thoroughly branded within she goes slack beneath him, her bones as jelly as he cradles her through their shared ecstasy.

Blessed, blissful release; the ache that twinges through her tired muscles pales in comparison to the satisfaction of being so thoroughly fucked and filled.  Resting beneath the good doctor, Haruka fills her lungs with much-needed air, her breasts squashed against the desk; its cold surface adds a delightful chill along her skin.  Basking in the delicious aftershocks, she is almost deaf to the jarring crack and tear of flesh and bone behind her.  That throbbing hardness lingers within, spending the last few droplets as something seems to transform in its owner.  The lone thread of her remaining rational mind is curious, but she doesn't dare look until it is complete - not out of fear, but respect.  It'd be impolite to stare as her lover changes faces.

The change in tone says it all, Alex's voice replaced with something more feminine and sultry; his and yet not his.  The teacher tilts her head to gaze up at Alison, her lips bent in an apologetic smile even as her face betrays her utter satisfaction.  "S-Sorry, mommy," she mutters, shifting to welcome her touch.  The soft teasing of her clit sends one last shiver through her, pulling a contented moan up from her throat.  "He was just too powerful for me... too handsome and strong, I just couldn't resist."  She grinds her hips for emphasis, drawing a last naughty little tremble from the doctor's still-hard cock before it slips free.

Haruka slides a hand back to cover Alison's through the glove, their fingers twining together in a tender squeeze.  "Mmm... no matter what form you take, Dr. Clarke... I'll always be your good girl~"