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"I know that no one else will do this for you

'Cause I consider myself a mortal god

Come sit on my face and bleed

We've discussed this before

I know it pleases the fuck out of you

When I stick my tongue in your butt and lick the poo

Oh, baby, said oh, baby

Oh baby, it's rag time"

— Dayglo Abortions, "Sit On My Face And Bleed"

"You know, you wouldn't be in this situation if you could just swallow a pill like a good little girl."

You shot the doctor a glare despite being horrifically aware your cramps would dissipate if there wasn't something inexplicably stopping your throat muscles from gulping down a pill—you can successfully deepthroat a man at least 4 decades older than you despite this. "You're not helping." 

"Aww, liebling¹, you know I'm doing everything I can to ease your cramps." Medic says, wrapping his lips around your clit before gliding his tongue between your folds. His hands grip your plush thighs, craving to take a bite from your flesh—he's already laughing with a mouthful of blood. "I'm unsure of why you expect me to control myself when you taste delicious!"

"You'll eat me alive." You stick your tongue out at him, your fingers tangled in his hair. "You're drooling all over me like a gross dog. Even Scout can handle himself more than you." The physician rolls his eyes, fascinated with your attitude. Typically, children cowered in fear over what he would do to them, but you were a sadistic little bitch. 

There's a dangerous glint in his eyes, a wolfish grin splitting his lips. "And so? What if I do eat you alive?" He flicks his tongue across your cunt harder, drinking up your period blood like a man starved. The crimson stains his chin, adding to how deranged he is. 

"Okay, I'm getting tired of you." You're unsure why he loves to pour salt into your wounds, so you push him off and climb on top of his face, trapping the grown man between your legs. His cock throbbed realizing that the power dynamic changed like a flip of a switch, wasting no time in being obedient to you. "You like that, you fucking pervert?"

Medic's lips pulled wider, unable to stop the pure glee that washed over him as he lolled his tongue out to lick a longer stripe of your folds, the metallic taste coating his mouth. He muffled a yes between sucks on your folds, his cock throbbing desperately in his pants from the fact he was a little girl's fucktoy. 

You were sure his mental illness had a name, though you were definitely not interested in figuring it out. "Keep eating like that. Make me feel better," Medic adored the venom that spewed from your high pitched voice, obsessed with the gasps and whimpers that left you just from a simple roll of his tongue around your clit. "I bet you love being a 10 year old little girl's pad." 

He shuddered, knowing he couldn't deny it with the sticky blood splattered on his face. You canned your hips upward, rubbing your cunny all over his lips. "I do." Medic panted, his nails digging into your hips possessively. "I want you to drench me completely in your menstrual blood." Bile rose in your throat from the fact he was actively getting off on molesting you, but you pushed your weight down, smothering him. 

"That's fucking disgusting." You spat, gripping him by the hair. The pressure in your tummy eased with every movement of his tongue gliding against your folds. "I bet you wouldn't even want to wash it off, either. You'd be sooo happy just staying soaked in a little girl's period blood, wouldn't you? You'd live in it if you could." The image is too vivid in your head, sickening you more. This was all he was good for, anyway. 

Medic's eyes rolled back, becoming high from your intoxicating aroma and the iron between his teeth. He slurped your cunt as eagerly as he could, soothing your cramps with gentle circles on your stomach as you continued to fuck his face. "Ohh, you're absolutely delicious, little girl." He moaned, palming at himself in his pants. "I'm so glad my mouth is making you feel better."

It was true. Your cycle kicked your ass enough to reduce you to a slug, but your anger was enough to prove he was doing something right. Medic sucked your clit, groping your succulent thighs and imagining how they'd taste on his tongue. If your blood tastes this delectable, then your skin and organs must be exquisite. 

"I don't think pads talk, idiot." You yank him by the hair once more, persistently gyrating your cunt all over his face. "You're just supposed to lay there and soak alllll my period up like the gross pedo you are." Your brain naturally drifts off to what his coworkers would think of this, knowing Medic is beyond any sense of shame. He'd cheerfully wear your period blood. 

The adult burned with shame at how humiliating this all was, although he was alight with pure ecstasy. Every squeal that left your lips encouraged Medic to keep tonguing your pussy until your thighs were quivering in his palms. "Fuuuck, that feels so good."

Pain relief is what he's paid to do, so he doesn't mind devoting himself to your underage snatch in order to make you feel better. Medic was mesmerized by how your eyes rolled back, your tummy twisting with knots. You swallowed back your puke, lifting your hips before slamming them back down on his face. 

Unable to stop himself, Medic slid a finger into your cunt. Your hips canned frantically, riding his hand. "I'm so proud of you, liebling. You're able to take anything I throw at you, hmm?" He thrusted the digit in and out, leaving you a breathless mess above him. 

"Shut the fuck up." You keep bucking back and forth, smothering him with your thighs. "I'll literally rip your throat out if you keep talking." His eyes rolled back from the imagery, wanting to feel your neck in his neck. If it were any other little girl, he'd snuff them—but you're his special girl. "Suck on my clit." 

Medic flicked his tongue along your rosebud, coated with crimson. He wanted to be inside you so badly, wanted to feel your pussy spasming around his cock while you went crosseyed from your orgasm—he wanted to watch your blood drip onto his cock. "Yes, mutter². I'll worship your pussy." Your gyrating hips shut him up, rubbing your pussy all over his lips. 

He continued to tease his finger inside before adding a second, scissoring them to encourage your trembling body and your moaning mouth. Your stomach churned with buzzing arousal, a gasp leaving you—

"So close already?" Medic questioned, wanting to skin you alive with his tongue. He twisted the digits in your pussy one last time before replacing it with his mouth, dragging the muscle across every single sweet spot in your depths. "Just relax, little one. I'll help you cum." 

Ignoring him, you drive your hips up relentlessly, continuing to use him like a human pad. "You should be ashamed of yourself, mister. You're about to make a little girl orgasm." Everytime you were embarrassed about something, you could just easily throw it back at him. Medic was the adult, after all, and you were an innocent little girl who wouldn't even harm a fly. 

His tongue dips in and out of your cunt, lapping up every inch of it and reveling in the blood coating his throat, dripping down until your essence is swallowed down. His cock throbbed from the fact he might as well be eating out an open wound—

"A-ah—aaaah!" With enough rutting, his face was drenched in your squirt, soaking and drinking up your juices like a sponge. Medic thought about the next time you were on your period, licking his lips from the fact this would never stop. "O-oh my God," your thighs shook, grinding uselessly. Medic noticed and grasped your hips before sticking his tongue into your ass, forcing another squeal to fall from your lips. 

"W-what the fuck are you doing!?" Your eyes were wide in terror as he flicked the muscle back and forth, licking your shit. Your heart dropped into your stomach, unable to stop yourself from moving. "That's so fucking gross—that isn't funny—stop it, stop it." You squealed, unable to believe what was happening. 

"Shhh." The physician hushed you, continuing to lap at the disgusting mess you had between your legs. He couldn't help but get a whiff, allowing you to pull yourself off him and see what you've done with the RED team's Medic. 

"You're a fucking freak." You fold your arms over your immature chest, scowling at the adult who was licking off the feces from his lips and chin. The room stunk of menstrual blood. 

"Well, are you feeling any better?" He asked, dwarfing your cheek with his large hand—no matter how abhorrent he was, he managed to pull on your heartstrings. Your stomach lit up, and you swore you could tear him apart—it didn't matter, so you relented, now horrifically aware of how filthy your body was. 

"Mhmm, yeah. Thank you." You pause, looking him up and down—Medic was absolutely soaked with scarlet, not seeming to mind it a single bit.. "We definitely need a bath."

He could only smile the whole time you sat in the bath together. He would drown in your period blood if you gave him the opportunity—he'll settle for the warm water pooled around him, the feeling of your skin as he washes it. Perhaps he's building up to his full blown implosion, but you'll keep him on a leash. 

"I love you." Medic whispered, keeping you close to his chest. You brushed them off, but you love him back.