I know, the concept is kind of gross and a bit twisted. When my husband read it, he looked as if he had serious doubts about my sanity (like I've ever been completely normal, honey!). Regardless of my spouse's misgivings, this seems like a great idea. The vamp gets his/her nutrition and the human donor gets what is usually the requisite sexual side effects without any biting. Not to mention the added benefit to the human of less cleanup on aisle one once a month as well as what they might save on feminine hygiene products.
In all his four hundred years as a vampire, Constantine was tortured by his insatiable need for human blood. Sometimes, the hunger was so fierce, he tended to inadvertently kill his food sources. And when he did, he wallowed in guilt. Then, one night he had an epiphany of sorts. He was about combine his two favorite pass times - feeding and fucking - with a particularly luscious woman when he was momentarily distracted by the trickle of blood between her legs.
Yum, he thought. Now I can eat and eat at the same time.
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