12.1 Reverberation

A new sensation invades your being as you await the Doctor's return. It's not unlike the insatiable thirst you felt back in the hospital on that haunting day. Yet there's something distinctively different this time around. Not only does the pain and discomfort plague your sallow stomach but other parts as well. South of your abdomen, a wild, unflinching heat has begun plaguing you. In addition, a small headache has formed, making it increasingly difficult to maintain focus. Had it occurred earlier in the day, you simply would have written it off as the return of your fever. However, now you find yourself second guessing that assessment. Though you're hardly accepting of the Doctor's bizarre explanation, you can't help piecing together some odd coincidences. Even now, the lingering taste of blood in your mouth leaves you desperately craving more. In fact, the more you dwell on it, the more your hunger grows.

Pacing around the room awkwardly on your cast, you consider your options. You could always deny the Doctor and seek a second opinion. After all, perhaps there is some logic, medical explanation for everything. On the other hand, you could accept the Doctor's theory and learn his solution, since it appears he has more knowledge on the subject than he's revealed. Before you can reach a decision, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck begin to bristle. You turn around just in time to see your front door opening. Your breath catches in your chest and remains there for a moment as you see the Doctor standing on the other side.

"You didn't knock." You breathe out slowly while throwing him a slightly vexed look.

Doctor Underwood ignores your comment as he steps over the threshold once more. You decide to let it pass once you see the large, black medical bag in his other hand. All at once you realize you've made your decision. Anything is worth getting your casts removed, even going along with the Doctor's outlandish theory. Despite this resolve, you're almost filled with regret when the man's pale, sharp eyes lock onto yours. Something in the man's hungry expression sends a deep shiver down your spine.

"Are you ready?" He inquires suddenly, startling you visibly.

Biting the inside of your lip, you offer him a silent nod of affirmation. The Doctor motions for you to take a seat, which you do so apprehensively. Your nerves continue to rise as you watch him remove a small, hand held power saw from his bag. The odd expression in his eyes remains as he turns his attention back towards you. Shifting your gaze away when he approaches, you hesitantly move your injured leg out to him. A sharp bolt of electricity runs through your frame when his large hands brush against your exposed skin as he pulls the limb closer to him. Tearing your eyes away further, you attempt to concentrate all focus on the nearby wall. This works for a small amount of time, the loud hum of the electric saw adding to your mind's distraction. You're happy to be lost in the noise and your thoughts as the Doctor continues his work.

However, eventually the appliance is shut off. You keep looking away until the man's cold fingers slip between the slit of the now cut cast. You inhale sharply as the cool fingers brush against your flushed skin while he pulls the cast apart. Your brow rises in surprise as you see the man deftly pry the mold from your leg.

"Was the saw even necessary?" You can't help asking as parts of the cast crumble in the Doctor's powerful grip.

A coy smirk briefly flashes across the Physician's face before he motions for your arm. More curious than apprehensive this time, you oblige the man. Using his hands to help guide you, once again you feel his cool fingers slide gently across your warm skin. Shivering softly, you reflexively pull back. Doctor Underwood's smile returns before his grip around you quickly tightens. You try pulling away again, only to have his icy fingers dig roughly into your soft flesh. Your eyes widen in fear as the man's hands slide down to the edge of the cast. Slight discomfort is felt as he slips his fingers between the cast and your arm. Realizing what he means to do, you try pulling away one last time. Unfortunately, you're not strong enough, however, the man is. You stare in shock and confusion as the hard cast begins to split between his hands before breaking free completely.

"What was that?" You gasp, finally jerking your now free arm back towards you.

"A demonstration." He offers vaguely in return, the annoying smirk still present on his face.

"Of what?" You demand impatiently as you rub your sore arm.

Your action quickly ceases as the Doctor leans forward, his smile now revealing his shiny, sharp teeth. Despite your alarm you refuse to back down, even with the man's face is mere inches from your own. You can still smell the warm, metallic aroma of blood on his breath, mixed with the slightly stale scent of tobacco. As your eyes slowly look over his angular face, you notice small, dark red specks of ichor staining his otherwise porcelain skin. Swallowing nervously, you notice there's nowhere to retreat.

"Of the power you possess." He finally replies.

Exhaling sharply, you realize you've been holding your breath for an indeterminable amount of time. Without thinking, you suddenly lean forward. Though it was your action, you're just as caught off guard by the sensation of the Doctor's lips on yours. You can taste the remnants of blood on his mouth, spurring you further. Thankfully, he seems more than amenable to your unexpected impulse. All at once, his hands are on you, raking through your hair and brushing down across your collarbone. You're surprised to find no hesitancy within yourself when his fingers land on the buttons of your shirt. In fact, it's quite the opposite, as the heat in your abdomen returns ten fold. It's not long before your shirt is removed and his cool touch is running over your overheated flesh. You're only slightly ashamed when a soft groan leaves your mouth. The Doctor seems to take this as further encouragement as his hands begin to move again. At the same time, his mouth slips down along your jaw before sliding beneath it.

Another soft moan escapes you while his cool lips press against your jugular. Somewhere in between it all, your brassiere is removed, allowing the man's hands to roam freely across your chest. You're hardly remorseful as his fingers gently run across your sensitive nipples. At this point, the fire in your belly has reached its crux. Unable to stand it any longer, you quickly run your hands down along the Doctor's athletic torso. Your fingers swiftly wrap around his belt before unbuckling it. In a matter of seconds, his pants are removed. A devilish smirk returns to his face before his own hands move for your waist. Slight fear and anticipation floods you as the man roughly flips you over. As your face connects with the sofa below, you hear the sound of fabric tearing when your skirt is pulled away. You're left no time for remorse before you feel the Doctor's hands at your side before he roughly forces himself into you. Gasping loudly, you feel instantly satiated while also violently craving more.

Your eyes roll back as the man's sizable form repeatedly slams into your slight frame. His large appendage granting momentary bliss and relief with each thrust. His mouth returns to your neck, causing another shiver to run down your back as his teeth graze your sensitive skin. It's not at all the type of thing you'd find yourself receptacle to, yet here you are, arching up in fact in a vain attempt to get closer to the man. The heat in your lower half is momentarily distracted by his rough actions. Air sharply leaves your lungs as the Doctor's large frame slams against your once more. His breath sounds somewhat rough and savage as it brushes against the nape of your neck. All at once, a rush of electricity and pleasure spreads through you. Exhaling sharply, you feel your hands wrap around the man's broad arms as a large orgasm courses through you. Once again, this only seems to further encourage him. Seconds later, his fingers swiftly dig into your sides before you're flipped over again.

Your eyes widen in surprise as they lock with the man's fervent gaze. His hair has come slightly loose, allowing a few rogue strands to hang over his sharp face. You can barely focus on his intense stare as he begins ramming into you again. Another moan leaves your lips as one of his cool hands returns to your chest. Your eyes drift closed while you enjoy both the touch of his hand and sensation of his body. As his actions continue, you feel yourself nearing a verge you can't seem to reach. Though you achieve another satisfying climax, you find it's not enough. You notice your arms are still wrapped around the man and your grip tightens. Before either of you can react, you've managed to flip yourself over. It's the Doctor's turn to widen his eyes in question as you quickly straddle him. Placing your hands against his chest, you **** him back down as you easily slide back into place. You can see his expression shift from confusion to satisfaction as you ease the rest of him back into you.

Warm liquid slowly trickles down your inner thighs as you gently rise and fall back into place. Your eyes begin to drift closed again as you rhythmically ride his large frame. It's not long before his hands and mouth have returned to exploring your figure. Ice cold fingers trace your sides while suddenly warm lips run along your bosom. You can feel your chest rising and falling heavily with each deep breath. All the heat in your body seems to be rushing to your lower half. You've barely time to react before a mind stopping orgasm swiftly overtakes you. Gasping and moaning loudly, you squirm against the man as the large climax runs through your small frame. You're tangentially aware of the Doctor's grip around your waist tightening as he holds you in place. You're too distracted by the throws of your orgasm to do anything about his. Another rush of warmth fills you as hot liquid quickly engulfs your center.