An Open Occult Affair (Vahn Seele x Alexandra1405)

[Vahn Seele]

The city of Landros carried a heavy pulse of commerce at all hours. There wasn't a moment that went by that, whether it be legal or illegal, some manner of business was being dealt. It was this characteristic that made Landros a thriving, rotting landscape of metal and stone. Bright lights filled the busier streets, with the chill of autumn blowing against the jackets of the prepared. Those less fortunate were left to endure the cold as it tried to settle into their bones, filling them with a chill that resonated through their bodies.

Such would be the state of Trevan Dawn, a black haired man coated in a thick layer of blood. Several cuts and gashes could be seen, along with obvious burns along his exposed flesh. His black hair reached down to the middle of his back, a long straight mess that had become sickly gleam in the lights that were cast by districts streets over. "Fucking bastards." He swore, clutching a gloved hand to try and seal a wound on his chest. The blood loss wouldn't be the death of him. Looking at him, his pale complexion would make him seem closer to death's door than the nearby sidewalk.

"Stupid bunch of racist assholes." Trevan added to his list of complaints. The AntiNats had struck his home, a small apartment complex a few blocks over. No one had been expecting it, but it was probably something that they had had in the works for weeks. Their timing couldn't have been better, as most of the vampires were home, trying to recuperate after a long week of working to keep up with their blood bank purchases. Being a vampire, it left you with very few jobs that you could do in person. You couldn't be out during the day, but you also had to make sure you had time to get your regular supply of blood from the nearby clinic. The small gathering of vampires had banded together for this reason, each person taking the brunt of a task and forming a community. Everyone did their part and no one had to risk their lives.

That wasn't good enough, though, as the anti-supernatural group, or the AntiNats, had made their point clear. Trevan had been one of the few lucky ones to get away. It had come at a cost, though, as his back had patches of burning flesh and several spots where he had been shot. Looking at the state of himself, Trevan knew it was going to hurt when he had to peel his burned and blood soaked clothes free of his body. His clothes might be the only thing that was keeping him together. On his lower half, he wore black dress pants that were torn and ripped, each opening revealing either white flesh or bloody tissue. His black sneakers had somehow survived the molotov cocktails, thick pieces of glass jutting out of the soles.

Moving up, his white t-shirt was now a deep crimson, opened in parts where shotgun blasts could be seen. A faint chirping on his wrist shook Trevan from his thoughts, looking over to it and shaking his head. "Yeah. Great timing." He muttered. The sunrise would be here within an hour. With no energy to stand, and no one to get blood from, Trevan was a sitting duck. Why couldn't they have struck during the day? At least everyone would have been at home, prepared for the AntiNats. With the scent of morning light starting to tint the air, only growing more potent by the minute, Trevan sat in the alley, waiting for his death.

No phone, no one to help me. I should have died with the others.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

The inner city factory loomed above her, casting slender form in gloomy shadow as the red-brick monstrosity reached several stories into the lightening sky. It was almost dawn, and it was quickly becoming apparent that whatever information had lead her to where she stood now very well may have been incorrect; despite how she stubbornly believed otherwise. Several glass windows had been shattered years ago, the shards left within frames grimy. Mould had begun to grow along the ledge of one, a window that she had peered into many hours ago in the hopes of spying something within the inky abyss. Moss crept up edges of red bricks, but didn’t dare climb upon the dented metal of the door, tracks worn deep into the cement beneath from decades of use. It may have appeared abandoned now, standing amidst an otherwise sprawling city and forgotten long ago, but Eris knew better.

The Anti-Nats hadn’t been subtle in their call to arms, fliers posted to graffitied walls of the downtown alleyways, some fluttering about sidewalks like leaf litter. They’d never been quiet in their racist disapproval, having learned long ago that they weren’t the only sentient creature walking this planet. It was just like mankind to despise things that they didn’t understand, not allowing themselves the chance to learn that not all things pose an immediate threat. It hadn’t been hard for her to worm her way inside the group, posing as a simple minded young woman who was curious. Thank fuck for glamour.

The leaflets all advertised a meeting here, at this location, at a time that had passed several hours ago. Had it been some kind of test? Had it been a trap? She’d attempted to contact the sole Anti-Nat that had welcomed her stupidly, texting them on the mobile she’d purchased from a corner store, but had received no response. Something was happening, something that she was yet to understand, and she didn’t doubt that they would soon realise she wasn’t who she appeared to be.

So, now, as she realised that this had potentially been some kind of elaborate set up, the cheap mobile was thrown down upon pavement and crushed beneath black leather army boot. Glass shattered and metal crunched, the device smashed into the concrete until it was obliterated. Eris wasn’t one to take chances, even if she was bold enough to throw herself amidst the proverbial wolves. How ironic it was that they had slaughtered so many of her kin, and yet had been foolish enough not to recognise one such as herself amongst them. Perhaps it was she who was wolf amongst sheep.

Glamour had been so carefully woven that any that looked upon her would have seen nothing but a snow-coloured beauty, but undoubtedly human. Very rarely did Eris allow her true appearance to slip, a sight that would often beget trouble. Small in frame, she was no taller than the average human female, if not a little smaller in stature, but still held an undeniable air of power. Snow white hair was braided loosely, lazily, away from her face, though wisps were caught in the gentle breeze of the alleyway and tossed some silvery tendrils against the soft edges of her face. Skin was a shade between cream and sun-kissed; not quite a pallor but certainly not an olive. It was unmarred and smooth, almost ethereal. It was the mismatched eyes, however, that she had allowed the glamour to not transform into something mundane; the otherworldly colours her prized feature. One was an azure blue, a brilliant shade that was bright and glistening. The other was far softer, a tone between olive green and jade, this iris flecked with warm gold. Her eyes were the only thing about her that, otherwise, didn’t blend in, Eris being careful in her construction of magical appearance to appear completely human.

The collar of leather jacket was tugged, flicking up against the back of slender neck to stave off the early morning chill as Eris grumbled beneath her breath about wasting time before she moved on down the alleyway, beginning her journey home to seek rest. It would seem that Fate had other ideas for the Fae female, her boots coming to an abrupt halt when she’d only made it a few blocks away from the factory before she crossed paths with a rather sorry-looking vampire. She knew what he was, any other creature would have surely died from those wounds, and he’d made a conscious effort to drag himself away from the gathering sunlight.

She stood unmoving before him for several moments, those alluring mismatched eyes assessing the damage of flesh and bone before she seemed to realise she needed to act. Her kin might have been labelled elitist by the other supernatural races, believing themselves to be the best of them all to rule over their Council, but Eris held no such bias. Instead, it took only a second more for the young woman to squat before him, shoving the sleeve of leather jacket up towards elbow as she withdrew a concealed knife from the back pocket of her jeans.

“I don’t need to ask who did this, do I?” Voice was musical, silvery, a warm tone that licked at his ears as if she had purred directly against the shell. Metal blade was pressed to the inside of wrist, skin dimpling beneath the pressure as she looked to him; a face weary and exhausted, not entirely close to death but aware that it was coming. “You’re lucky I was stupid enough to wait around.”

Blade pierced, pressing beyond sinew and through vasculature. Viscous, quicksilver blood bloomed across pristine skin, the knife drawing over flesh before it was wiped across the thigh of jeans and tucked back into pocket. The colour declared what she was if it wasn’t already known to him, suggested by the vivid two-tone colours of her eyes. The flow was steady, rising across fresh wound before it began to trickle along the inside of her forearm, coaxed to spill onto pavement by gravity. Limb was held out to him, hand stretched downwards to part ten edges of the wound and hold it open.

But a favour from the Fae always came with a price.

“I need something from you,” Eris murmured between them, eyeing the sharp edges of handsome face as blood continued to rise and dribble across skin, temptingly. “You know what they did to my kin. Your own ignored our warnings and now look at you. You will help me infiltrate them, discover what it is they are planning.” It sounded very much like he had little choice, her words posed as an offering but clearly an instruction. “This is only the beginning.”

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan had taken to focusing on the sounds of things far from his vision. There were a lot of noises that often were overlooked by most humans who chose not to focus on them. The hum of electricity was deafening if one didn't know how to scramble it out. Vampires had avoided electricity for a long time in the developing eras of mankind. Electric fences, though bearable, made for a good deterrent back before vampires had learned to make their hearing more selective. Opening his hearing to let the sound in, Trevan searched for any sign of life that was nearby that could pull him from this predicament.

Most of the noise that he picked up on was too far away. They'd chosen the apartment complex for its seclusion. Though it was hindsight, living in a more populated part of Landros might have been the difference between life or death for the small vampire community. Such thoughts were pointless, though, as he could smell and taste the rising warmth of the sun. It burned his senses, and he forced his hearing to a lower, more human level. It was torture to try and find a solution. There was none.

Having truly resigned himself to his fate, Trevan tried to look as peaceful as he could. When the sun hit him, he would leave only a dusty trace in his wake. That was the way for vampires, or some that he had seen. Burned alive in an instant, leaving only the ashes of a body that contained no soul, or so the superstitions had said from a human perspective.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of boots that his bloodshot eyes opened once more. Who was coming? Could he summon up the last bit of strength he had to feed and get somewhere to hide? Survival instincts were trying to fire up, but it was about as useless as trying to drive a car with no engine. He couldn't make himself move. When his eyes eventually found the source of the sound, he looked up with a bit of hope as the person would stop near him. The lack of a scream left him to assume it was someone else who was supernatural. The sound of the voice would confirm it, the words spoken almost being a musical lyric without a need for instruments.

"Lucky enough to be found by a fae, said no race ever." Trevan said, spotting her for what she was. Though she was beautiful beyond compare, her eyes and voice were too sweet to be anything but a fae. Owing yourself to a fae's favors had never done any race any good. There were humans who had lost their entire lives to the fae, all on the terms of some unwritten code of conduct that Trevan knew nothing of.

All conscious thought would flee, though, as he could see and taste her blood from where he was laying. It was the sweetest smell he'd ever been treated to. His mouth watered at the thought of being able to taste it, but his rational mind was doing its best to keep him rooted in reality. He would not be her puppet, her slave. It would be better to have the sun incinerate his carcass. Trevan wanted to stick to that line of thinking, but the blood sang to him, making him crave it all the more.

Not bothering to speak, Trevan leaned forward and latched his lips onto the open wound, the sweet blood sending a deep burning through his entire body. It was a lewd display, to say the least, as he moaned at the taste of her blood. Why did it taste so good? As he drank the offering of blood, sealing his unspoken contract with the fae, Trevan's body would visibly begin to mend itself. Flesh would knit, bone would reform and snap back in place. There was a mixture of odd and stomach wrenching noises as his body began to become whole once more. Fucking hell, this blood was the most potent of anything he had ever had in his life.

Restraint would hit him, though, as Trevan felt a compulsion, uncontrollable, to stop himself from drinking beyond his need. With a keening cry, his body slumped against the wall, Trevan panting as if he had just had sex for hours, with none of the fatigue. "Give me blood like that, and I'll take you to their front door." He said, panting as he pressed his hand against the ground, finding his ability to stand was restored.

Now that Trevan could stand, a proper measure of him could be made. While his body was lean, he had a certain grace to him. The holes in his clothes where flesh had previously been broken had mended, revealing his pale skin. He was easily six feet tall, his crimson eyes taking her in. No longer laying on the ground, he could see the appeal of the fae. They were beautiful creatures, to say the least. While some might have considered their eyes an oddity, Trevan found himself drawn into them, his plain crimson eyes staring back at hers. "I hate to press the issue, but if that sun hits me, you'll never get your debt." He said, reminding the both of them of the need he had to get back inside soon.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

Dark humour was not lost upon her, rose pink lips tugged into a wicked smirk as the vampire took breath and precious energy to make comment on how unlucky he perhaps was that it was one such as herself who had found him. Nothing from the Fae came free, that was for sure. Everything came with a price attached even if it was not clarified at first. A favour? That would linger until the Fae was able to call said person, able to force them to do whatever it was that they wished even if it was against that person’s will. That was the threat of interacting with the Fae, becoming tangled in their magical web of deceit and promises, though they could never lie.

Laughter would have reached his ears, the sound of tinkling bells within his skull as it registered, Eris chuckling darkly as she noted he was, at least, still with it enough to have some kind of realisation that perhaps she wasn’t his saviour afterall. What she stood for was something far darker that spoke of an ability to call upon the favour he would owe her—a life-favour, mind you—and steal whatever it was she wished from those who indebted to her; the first born child, the soul, the ability to love, someone’s otherworldly musical talent, sanity or perhaps even youth. But the offer of the quicksilver blood, beaded over soft caramel skin proved to be too much for temptation for a man who was on the precipice of death itself.

As cold lips sealed about wound, fangs brushing over the cleanly cut edges, Eris simply watched on with macabre fascination. Only a single droplet had had the chance to fall, staining the denim of her jeans as it landed atop bent knee, the vampire’s hesitation leading to waste. Yet, those supple lips were pulled upwards in a mischievous smile as she watched the vampire feed from silver nectar, knowing precisely the effect it would have on him. This shit could be addictive, if he wasn’t careful enough.

Not once did she try to peel wrist from his mouth, skin wet with cool saliva as he eagerly drank from free-flowing vein, not even when she knew that he had taken his fill and was only becoming greedy. She wanted to see how much self-control he had, whether he was weak-willed and would require a strong hand to remind him that he needed to share. Instead, Eris revelled in the quiet about them, save from the suckling as he swallowed quicksilver blood, as mismatched eyes watched keenly as body began to mend beneath torn and scorched clothes. The sounds that met her ears, rounded by the trick of her glamour, would have been enough to make a weak-stomached creature keel over, and yet Eris simply leaned closer, marvelling as flesh knit itself together in seconds.

As he fed from her vein, Eris shivered momentarily with electric thrill. Such a thing was an incredible taboo for her kind, to share such potent blood with a creature her kin believed so fiercely to be nothing but barbaric scavengers. His mouth may have been cold, leaving behind a chill, but his lips were searing against her skin, creating a warmth that pooled low in her belly as liquid heat. His moan had lower lip caught between blunt teeth, the pink flesh snagged as she refused to allow herself the sharp intake of breath as something devilish stirred within her. How naughty of her to do such a thing so freely and in the open.

The vampire yanked himself away, back slamming brick wall, leaving behind sliced vasculature and sinew. The Fae were not gifted with the unnatural healing speeds as their vampiric cousins, leaving Eris to yank a handkerchief from the same back pocket where concealed knife had been returned to. The dark fabric was held to bleeding wrist, immediately absorbing the quicksilver he’d allowed the bloom at the edges of wound, red from the pressure of his lips and angry from his suckling. “That’s what I thought,” she grinned almost maniacally, her teeth a pristine and pearly white. He may have parted himself from her, but the effects of her blood were yet to truly come. How would it effect him? Would he become some sex-crazed fiend? A junkie seeking another hit in several hours time as the blood swirling within belly gives him a new lease on life? As Eris staunched the flow, her pressure firm, she rose to stand before him just as he did the same, finding herself several head shorter.

A hum sung low in her throat, almost a purr as she said; “And what a shame that would be.” The edges of handkerchief were drawn together about her wrist, tied loosely before either end was brought towards her mouth, teeth catching one so that makeshift bandage could be pulled taut. Silver had smeared her fingers in the process, their tips dipping into the warm cavity of her mouth as they were suckled and licked clean, pulling free and shimmering wet with saliva before they were wiped across the outer thigh of denim jeans. “Let’s move then, shall we?”

Whether or not the vampire followed was of no concern of her’s. Now that the deal had been made, sealed with a life-favour, she’d be able to summon him from whatever corner of the earth he tried to flee to. Ignore a summoning and one would find sanity begin to rip away from them, a pressure so potent growing inside their skull that they’d wish for death. Somehow, Eris didn’t think this vampire to be as foolish as the previous she had tried to convince to help her; one that had ended up staked and left for sunrise when he’d made an attempt on her life and body.

Her trajectory through the downtown city streets kept them within the shadows, even as the sun broke over horizon and cast a beautiful glimmer against the skyscrapers that stretched upwards towards lilac and fair-floss pink clouds. Each time that their path was interrupted by a sliver of sunlight, she’d take them backwards and down another alleyway.

“You folk miss a lot,” Eris called sweetly from over her shoulder, glancing back to him as her pace momentarily slowed to become almost level with him. “This is my favourite time of day. Too late for many of the other creatures, too early for most humans. The city’s beginning to wake and so is the sky. The colours are always so beautiful.” A serpentine-like, short black tongue swept over the seam of supple lips, Eris allowing her glamour to fade a fraction in his presence. It left behind a wet sheen that glimmered even in the shadows that they kept to as she smirked darkly up at the vampire. “What is your name?”

 

[Vahn Seele]

Now that he was standing, the world in the proper orientation for Trevan to truly appreciate it, he looked over the fae a bit closer. For whatever reason that was beyond him, she didn't bother to glamour her eyes. Maybe it was a personal choice, but he had always known the fae to be very secretive, unwilling to give any of their disguise away. There were, of course, the few that were vain, choosing to use their glamour to give themselves unearthly beauty and gain power and status with their sexual appeal. No matter what one might say about them, the fae had a quality that Trevan had always admired: they would never lie to you. Whether it was the rumored "Law of Fairy", or something along those lines, a deal with a fae was always one that should be handled with great care. Vampires would make deals, only keeping them as long as they were either convenient or until they had gained advantage enough to be rid of their deal. It was these kinds of tactics that had forced vampires to be revealed to mankind, to quell the hunt for supernaturals for a spell.

At the suggestion of moving, Trevan didn't bother to argue. He knew that he would not have a whole lot of time. Even as he was beginning to find pace beside her, the sun was coming up and leaving few paths that Trevan could tread without fear of becoming dust. In theory, though no vampire had ever bothered to try it, a vampire could walk in the light of day. It would require a lot of layers of protection, a literal wall to keep the sun away. The only downside to such a design came from the indirect effects of the sun. Even if he wasn't touching it right now, Trevan could feel the drain of the sun on his blood supply. Lucky for him, he had taken the blood of a fae, and it was the equivalent of jet fuel in his system, in more ways than one.

"I can't be certain if you are intentionally choosing to take paths that threaten my life or not. As the sun rises, my pathways get more and more narrow." Trevan said, passing a jeer her way. The mention of the time of day made Trevan give a faint chuckle. "In a city like Landros, there is no time that it sleeps. Whether it be human or supernatural, there is always a deal being made, a misdeed overlooked. The best time is at night, shortly after dusk. That's when Landros comes to life, the true beauty hidden under the cover of night." Trevan never considered himself a literate man, but one comes to get a firm grasp of the literate arts over time.

Seeing her tongue, Trevan felt a shiver run up his spine. He'd never seen a fae that was not under glamour before. Something about the idea of seeing even part of it made him wonder if he had made the right choice. Perhaps it would have been better to let the sun give him the final kiss of death. If he ever felt the urge to, he had plenty of chances to cast himself into a few stray lines of sunlight that had crept between buildings. Even as he thought about it, the notion seemed more extreme than being in debt to her.

"Knowing my name grants you no further power over me than you already have, so I suppose there is no risk in me telling it to you, my first name only." Trevan said. There was a myth that he had never had confirmed among magical beings. Knowing one's name gave you power over them. No one had confirmed this for him, but most who had run-ins with the fae had always said to keep your name hidden. Being that he was already in debt up to his eyeballs, Trevan didn't see the harm anymore. "Trevan. Is it asking too much to have your name?" He asked, eyes locked on the small sheen of saliva she had coated her lips in before drawing back up to her eyes.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

The vampire’s never had her grinning as they rounded yet another corner. “I may be wicked and mischievous, but I am certainly not nefarious enough to wish death upon someone I’ve only just saved. Besides,” she cast a glance at him from over her shoulder, mismatched eyes sparkling, “I have much to receive from you, yet.” Oh, he had no idea. While the Fae were unable to lie, they were certainly able to omit important information so long as they weren’t pressed; not blessed with the freedoms of their supernatural kin. A trade for magic, she supposed, and eternal life not sustained by gory means.

The alleyway they stood within, cast darkly in shadow between two red-brick apartment buildings, kept them safe from the bright morning the broke over the city of Landros. She had lead him carefully through the city, and towards an outer edge, where apartment skyscrapers gave way to apartment blocks and into narrow townhouses. While they stood at the back of a narrow red-bricked house, the black wood of the door awaited them, atop several steps. A modest home, with few windows, that promised the vampire sanctuary within from the looming sun.

“Believe what you wish,” Eris smirked as she moved up the steps, stealing a key from the inside pocket of leather jacket as she spoke to him from over her shoulder. “You folk will always be bias when unable to truly experience the wonders of the day.” There was a lilt to her voice, the grin that pulled at supple lips heard upon voice as she key was pressed within lock beneath black metal handle, soon to be unlatched. “Knowing your name grants me very little power, if any at all. You’re not bound by the same laws of nature as my kin are, though your hesitancy is endearing.”

Black door swung open, framing the small young woman within the gloom of the hallway which beckoned him close. Eris turned to him, gifting him the view of her shapely profile, as she smirked wickedly. “You may call me Eris. Attempt to summon me, though, and you’ll be dreadfully disappointed, not a single soul knows of my True Name and you will not be the first.” Mismatched eyes glimmered, Eris taking a half step within the threshold of her home as a silvery brow rose. “Come in, Trevan, before your burn to ash out there.”

In a moment, she was swallowed entirely by the gloomy abyss of the hallway, seeming to dissolve into the darkness despite the pale of her colourings. She had, at least, the common sense to invite him inside should he be one of the few who required it in order to cross a threshold. It was a dare, of sorts, to follow her inside should he be brave enough. Or foolish.

 

[Vahn Seele]

The conversation carried with it a strange tempo, a back and forth that could have almost been poetry. From each of their points of view, the night and they day were almost described as the same thing, with a swap of adjectives and perspective. Regardless, Trevan found himself finding comfort in the small talk that they shared. There wasn't a matter of being right or wrong, as he knew it was always going to be an opinion. To convince her that the night was the best time was not his goal, the words mostly keeping his mind off of the slow burning that he could feel in the core of his being.

As their travels took them to various points in the city, Trevan kept himself close to the shadow, only stepping into an area once he knew for sure that it was safe. He carried a careful haste as he walked, listening to her words. "You'll have to bear with my knowledge of your kind. There are plenty of stories spread among us that, sadly, don't paint the full picture." He said, looking toward what appeared to be a quieter portion of the city. The edges of Landros were always the quieter spots, with fewer apartments and more open space. The real estate moguls had swallowed up every city block they could that had value.

Tempted to ask when they were going to get there, Trevan tried to keep his mind off of the feeling of emptiness that was coming over him. Her blood had done the trick, but it was slowly beginning to run out. When he saw her coming up to a home and procuring a key from her pocket, Trevan felt a weight slowly coming loose off of him. They would be inside soon, so long as she invited him in.

Slowly bringing himself up the steps, Trevan heard her words of invitation, feeling something in his mind that sparked a response of fear. Was he crawling into the web of the spider, wrapping himself in a silk cocoon and waiting to be fed upon? He couldn't be sure, but his options were so limited, it was either ash or eaten at this point. While he did doubt that Eris would have drawn him this far to consume him, he couldn't be entirely certain. The fae had done well to obfuscate as much of the literature on their kind as possible. The only man who had managed to publish anything of popular literature was William Shakespeare, and most of his play still confused Trevan.

Stepping inside of the home, Trevan placed his hand against the black wood and pressed it closed. Feeling the cool of the interior of the house, the darkness silenced the fire that was burning inside of him. While he still had an ache of emptiness from burned up blood, he would survive just fine. "What now?" He asked, his eyes slowly adjusting to the comforting darkness of the open hallway.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

Trevan would have been met with the pitch black darkness, eager to swallow him whole; the kind of gloom that would have left any human or more mundane supernatural character blind within the entry of the hallway. The corridor was narrow, its walls painted a deep juniper that was only one shade away from being black, edges with classic white skirt boards. A brass rimmed, circular mirror hung in the centre of the left, a pine rack for shoes beneath; a pair of leather army boots sitting neatly atop the first rung.

“Now?” That sing-song voice called to him, carried on a cool draught from wherever it was the Fae woman had ventured within her home, perfectly in time with the amber flicker of a fire being set alight in the heart of the apartment. “Now, you come away from that door and stop wondering whether I’ve lured you all this way just to eat you.” The Fae were gifted with all kinds of power, telepathy being one that most other races found an invasion of privacy, but she didn’t need to look inside his mind in order to discover such a thing; she’d known simply by the way he still lingered by the door. “I prefer my meat braised,” Eris called to him, darkly sweet, “so unless you have been marinating yourself, you won’t be to my tastes.”

She appeared then, rather suddenly, at the end of the hallway, combing caramel fingers through silver hair as tendrils were pulled loose from the thick braid. They fell about her face in curled wisps, framing angelic features that had taken on a far more sharper appearance in the privacy of her own home; less effort taken to maintain the glamour. Silvery brow rose as she cast shimmering gaze down the hallway to the vampire that seemed hesitant to enter her lair. “I don’t fancy feasting on someone who had just feasted on me. The idea of self-cannibalism doesn’t do it for me.”

Bare feet padded as Eris once more disappeared within her home, not willing to linger until he became brace enough to venture deeper within den. Should Trevan peel himself from the door, pacing deeper into the narrow townhome, he’d find the young woman by the fire, dragging fingers through silvery locks as she had settled upon the floor; her legs stretched out and the soles of her feet towards the fire, dangerously close. The living room was painted in a moody shade that was like raven’s feathers, black but not entirely so when viewed from different angles. The space was lit by the amber glow of downlights, and odd little lamp similar to a lantern hanging from the cream ceiling adding some charm. Her home was well-furnished, clearly a retreat, the grey sofa decorated with plenty of cushions of various shapes and colours. There was also, most definitely, no lack of greenery; potted plants reaching for ceiling in all corners of the space. Two large, floor-to-ceiling windows stood at the eastern face of the living room, absent of curtains but mysteriously blacked out. The Fae gift of photokinesis enabled Eris to alter the projection of the sun, darkening the windows to allow Trevan the chance to relax within shadows.

“You need to rest,” Eris declared rather suddenly from over her bare shoulder, leather jacket having been draped over the back of a velvet armchair and the loose white t-shirt beneath falling from the slope of a shoulder to reveal smooth skin. “Unless of course....” moonlight hair was brushed to the side, exposing the elegant length of vulnerable throat, “.....you’d like another hit before I tuck you in?”

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan's eyes took their sweet time to adjust to the room that he found himself in. The hallway was something that he would have imagined one might see in a story of Edgar Allen Poe. If he were to pry up the floorboards, would he find a box with a still-beating heart? The thought brought him some amusement as he stood in the doorway. Behind him, he knew was only a fast death. If he was going to live, Trevan would have to stop being so skittish about Eris's presence. She carried herself with a stance of power, which she obviously had over him. If she wished him harm, she'd not have bothered to bring him there. He had a use and a purpose. Trevan just had to believe she was not that cruel.

His thoughts would be interrupted as he heard Eris speak up. She seemed an odd creature, most of the fae and their personality making no sense to Trevan. Though he had never known one himself, Treven had entertained his fair share of stories. Her joke about him being food seemed to make him chuckle, feeling strangely more at ease. "Unless you count the cold blood that rests in my still veins as a marinade, I'm afraid you'll find me less than appetizing." He said, pulling up some courage to come around the corner to enter the living room with her.

"You'd be surprised. Your blood is more than the stories I've heard could describe." Treven said. "I don't think I've ever tasted something that could make me fall apart like that before." He stepped slowly into the room. Looking it over, Trevan could say that he had never seen a room quite as elaborate as this one. Vampires were extravagant creatures by nature, greedy and seeking to have many things. Plants, though, were something that a vampire had no purpose in keeping. They had once been used as a means of masking their identity, because no vampire would care for a plant, right? Nowadays, vampires were more up front with their identities. Some had even become minimalists, seeking to have only the necessities. Perhaps that stemmed more from the cost of blood, though, as it was not a cheap thing to have to buy. Humans complained about food prices, but blood? It was almost like the Anti-Nats had picked up on the blood market and were starving vampires out slowly over time. There were always shortages, and medical advancements in creating synthetic blood had ceased the moment that it could have been used as a viable option for vampires.

Looking around the room, he would let his gaze move to focus on Eris, seeing her in a more relaxed clothing. She was right that he did need to rest, but her next offer was very alluring. He shouldn't need to feed this soon, even with his exposure to the sun's indirect rays, but Trevan found himself suddenly feeling empty. "The first one wasn't free. You should work on your act as a drug dealer." He said, even as his body was moving to take a seat next to her. Trevan's eyes were locked on her exposed neck, licking his lips at the potential offer of more of her sweet, addictive blood.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

“Oh,” Eris purred sweetly. “I’m not surprised in the slightest. Did you not know the faerie blood is like a drug for your mind?” Silver hair shifted about her face, the moonlight tone of her hair curling over one shoulder as the other remained exposed to him. No longer was she concerned about the intricate glamour that took careful deliberation in order to keep in place. It had slipped the moment she had walked through the black wood door, but not entirely. For Trevan to see her true appearance would be like a human stripping down to bare skin seconds within meeting someone. Not a single soul alive, or any others within this century, had been gifted with the view of her true features, most, if any, given momentary glimpses.

The Fae that looked back at him, from over gently sloped bare shoulder, was far from the beautiful woman who had come across him in the alleyway. Instead, there was something predatory about her features, how those cheekbones appeared far sharper than they were round. While the colour of her eyes remained the same, azure blue and jade green, but the shape of dark irises had shifted from round to reptilian-like oval slits. If something was becoming apparent, it was that Eris was a Fae with features more aligned to something cold-blooded. It was possible, of course, that this was merely another glamour, aimed to trick the vampire as he got close, to play with his fear of her, but that was far from the truth.

The caramel of her shoulder glimmered with something, diamonds printed into her skin in a silver tone, leading downwards beyond the collar of loose shirt. Eris didn’t dare look away, gaze lazily sliding over the features of his face to linger at the tiers of his lips. She wouldn’t pierce her flesh for him, like she had her wrist; the skin still mending as the handkerchief remained bound tightly about it. If this was something that Trevan wanted, he’d have to work for it.

“Be careful,” Eris smirked, rolling out her shoulders as she craned neck to the side, exposing elegant length and pulsating vein. “I’d hate for you to begin to crave it.” At his mention that it should be something she dealt in, as if she’d offer it to the hungry scum on the street that didn’t work hard to obtain blood by legal means, she laughed darkly. “Then I would have nothing left for myself.” Dark, serpentine tongue ran the seam of her lips, leaving behind a wet shimmer as she watched Trevan from the corner of mismatched eyes. “The first one may not have been free, but this one certainly is. I need you strong if we are going to go venturing into Anti-Nat territory, don’t I?”

Wood crackled within fire, licking the pair with tingling heat that coaxed a gentle rose to her cheeks as she smirked into the fire; sharp features illuminated. A loose curl swung forward, distracting his view from pulsating carotid. “Don’t be gentle, hm?”

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan had known that Eris was using glamour from the moment they had met. The fae were creatures of deceit and manipulating the truth. He knew about the rules that said they couldn't tell a lie. He was also well aware of the glamours they employed, a magic that would help them to blend in society. it was one of the reasons that the fae had never been forced to reveal themselves to the masses the way the vampires had by the council. They didn't need sympathy the way vampires did. They were also the more discreet of the races, working in the dark as if they'd invented darkness.

Looking over her features, Trevan could see through what parts of her glamour she was dropping. The sight that he was treated to was strange, but it still had its own form of beauty to it. Vampires were creatures that had been known to be an ultimate predator among some theories. They were perfectly masked to be human, desired by them on many occasions. The tell of their cold skin and lack of heartbeat was often found out too late by a human, as they would be bitten and drank from within seconds of noticing. Looking at Eris, from what he could see of the form she was revealing, he no longer thought of himself as the ultimate predator. Looking at her, knowing what sweet, delicious blood she was offering, he didn't care. Trevan was willingly putting his hand in a bear trap, so to speak, to get a prize worth losing his hand.

"You tell me to be careful, yet you are the one offering me fae blood. You are either a hypocrite, or the worst at giving warnings." Trevan said, his eyes locked to the vein that would give him more of her sweet essence. "How strong do you need me? If lifting buildings is what you want, your blood might be more than enough." He joked, eyes still stuck on the pulse that could not be looked away from.

Leaning forward, Trevan could hear the sound of her pulse in his ears, the vein that he was entranced by locked in his vision. Her words rang in his ears, making him give a faint grin. Committing himself to the effort, Trevan pressed his lips forward and lightly kissed her pulse, his other hand moving up to cup the other side of her neck. Trevan didn't want her pulling away the moment he went to bite down, his cool touch spreading through her skin as his fangs extended.

Not bothering to use any ability to numb her, Trevan let his bestial need break through, sinking his fangs in hard and deep. A spurt of sweet silver sprayed along his tongue, his fangs drawing back as he began to drink. The fire he had felt before from the blood came back with a resurgence, the act of taking it somehow being far more pleasing than having it pitifully given. He moved against her throat as his body began to press against her, an obvious arousal rushing through him as he drank from her. The hand that had taken to pressing against her neck had moved down to run along her bare shoulder, his fingers spreading their chill there before coming to rest against her breast, cupping and squeezing it as he drank from her. Her blood drove him mad with lust, his desire to consume more than her blood soon filling his mind completely as he took in more of her blood.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

“Or,” Eris purred sweetly as she continued to watch her new-found company from over bare shoulder, the collar of the white shirt slipped a little further to reveal more shimmering marks across smooth skin. “Perhaps I am simply reckless, looking for a thrill, and you prove to be the best solution to a great deal of many things.” Omission was the only way that she was able to lie, that and fancifully twisting her words to toy with their meaning.

Log within fireplace splintered, its edge transformed to ash as flames licked at roughly cut wood. The heat of the fire had her outstretched legs blushing pink, the soles of her feet growing red, but she didn’t dare pull them away. Not that she could notice them, with Trevan’s gaze pinned to the side of her throat were delicate artery pulsated longingly. The corner of her mouth twitched in the beginnings of a wicked smirk, something that was small but met her mismatched eyes as she didn’t dare look from him. It took a great deal more than a blood-thirsty vampire to make Eris avert her gaze; having witnessed far more debauched things during her long life.

The Fae woman said little else as Trevan shifted forwards, having settled beside her on the floor before the fire, his eyes drawn to carotid. Eris had only once allowed a vampire to bite her, though many had suckled from vein, the woman preferring to bleed on her own terms, to revel in the pain of opening vasculature. There was something about Trevan taking the task upon himself, and eagerly so, that an electric thrill ran the length of her spine in a split second shiver before chilled lips found the side of throat.

The kiss was gentle, almost shy, as it lingered against the warmth of her skin. A rush of air was taken deeply into lungs, Eris involuntarily gasping between parted, supple lips at the contact of cool flesh against warm. The deathly chill of vampires was something she would never get used to. Fingers curled about the other side of her neck, Trevan clearly trying to keep her in place should she change her mind and be foolish enough to try to pull away. What he may not have understood, was how the rush of danger and death had Eris riding her own high. Not even the sharp sting of puncturing fangs was enough to sober her; the woman too far gone on the thrill of taboo to care for welfare.

Instead, neck craned at a sharp angle, exposing more throat to him should Trevan not be pleased with the amount she had offered up to him. Throat pressed into the palm of other hand, bobbing in a swallow as she found her mouth suddenly dry with adrenaline. Toes curled by the fire, a hand slipping to clasp at the meat of his thigh, fingers digging into flesh as she clawed at him; nails no longer humanly blunt. Fangs dragged against sinew, piercing vein and artery with precise skill, until there was a gush of free-flowing quicksilver blood that was captured swiftly by cold mouth that clamped down over puncture wounds.

“Oh, fuck....”

Liquid heat pooled in the depths of her belly, goosebumps rising across caramel skin as Eris was struck by deep-rooted arousal; heightened with the knowledge that she shouldn’t be doing this, that this went against everything. Fae were forbidden to donate sweet tasting blood for precisely this reason; it gifted the vampire heightened abilities and made them particularly....keen. But to have a vampire suckle directly from vein? If such a thing was so disgusting, why did the black lace of her panties grow so incredibly wet as the flat of his tongue dragged over wounds to capture the waterfall of blood?

Trevan captured the heavy orb of her breast in his palm, the supple flesh spilling between splayed fingers, too much to be contained by simply one hand. Rosebud nipple stood erect, pushing against the white cotton of her shirt in defiance, as if it objected to being pitifully hidden. An aphrodisiac her blood may be, but so too was the sweet perception of an act so taboo it was practically forbidden.

The hand at his thigh squeezed, running higher over the lean muscle towards his lap, Eris’ hand just as hungry for flesh as his own. Warm blood would have pooled over his tongue, warming cavity before it was eagerly swallowed down. Eris tasted like so many things, but all of them sweet; rose, cinnamon, candied apple and a hint of spice. She tasted like a treat, one that was served up for Trevan by the fire.

Weight shifted, Eris leaning into the vampire at her side that suckled from her throat, growing lightheaded with intense arousal as hand fought against the buckle and button of trousers.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan continued to revel in the warmth of her blood against his tongue, suckling and drinking all that it offered. He had chosen not to puncture a vein that would bleed heavily, wanting to drag it out as long as he could without threatening to drain too much from her. It was a tactic he had never thought he'd find himself using, but Trevan knew that too much of her blood would drive him into a blood lust. His lips applied a heavy suction that would begin to stain her skin with a deep mark of his tireless action.

With her blood raising his libido, pleasure would erupt and tingle throughout his body. As he had drank her blood in more quantity earlier, Trevan had almost orgasmed on the spot by the time that he had finished feeding from her, repairing the broken body that the Anti-Nats had forgotten to find. Not wanting to get addicted was a good precaution to take. Wanting to spread the pleasure out as long as he could, well, that was just a little bonus for him.

The taste alone had already begun to awaken what lay beneath his shredded and burned pants. Her hands would have no trouble at all undoing his pants, the clothing giving way to her gestures as if complying with her on his whim. Beneath the black fabric would be his dark blue boxers, the fabric straining against the prize that lay beneath.

His hand grew impatient, rising up from her breast and slipping beneath her cotton shirt, grasping her bare breast ins his chilled hand and firmly exploring the large globe. It was much larger than his own hand, but Trevan wouldn't dare complain about such a plight. Even as he continued to drink from her neck, only making his mark on her neck that much darker, Trevan kept riding the pleasure of the high he was feeling. If this was going the way it appeared, Trevan would find that near-death at the hands of the sun would have all seemed to be quite worth it.

Forcing his lips to draw back from her neck, Trevan was already shaking with need, his crimson eyes a haze of lust and desire for her. "You're going to have to tell me when to stop drinking." He said, his words coming out with a mixture of struggling concentration and objecting desire. He wanted her blood. He wanted her body. Trevan wanted all of her, to take her completely in as one would a lover.

With his word of warning, Trevan went back to suckling at the blood that had begun to dribble down her neck, lapping his tongue against her skin until he had fully claimed the silvery prize. He latches his lips onto the puncture marks once again, his fingers moving to close over her nipple and lightly tease it, her quickening pulse hammering through his mouth and into his ears.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

Mismatched eyes had fluttered closed in nirvana, thick lashes brushing the tops of blushed cheeks, more of her glamour beginning to fade as less focus was placed upon the casting of intricate magic. Pointed ears peeked from beneath the silvery, moonlight strands of her hair; loose now and tumbling down to the small of her back in wild, thick curls. A blush had bloomed across her cheeks, not the rose pink of the human flesh, but rather something eerily metallic and akin to the quicksilver of her blood. There wasn’t a mundane thing about this woman.

Neck craned, Eris momentarily distracted by twisting inky hair about her wrist before fingers slipped into locks and sharpened nails scratched lightly over scalp. The pressure at the back of his head was firm after Trevan had pulled away to murmur to her, his voice a deep velvet that had her shivering before the fire and against him. She tugged, encouraging lips back down upon open wound as she breathed heavily in promise; “I’ll tell you.”

With only one hand free, the other cupping the back of his head to keep him at her throat, as if he needed any encouragement to feast from her, Eris made surprisingly quick work of his trousers. Button was yanked open, the fly dragged down, warm fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to find the hardened flesh they so desperately sought. If Trevan had almost reached climax from suckling her wrist, he’d surely find it soon enough, Eris having a wicked idea in mind that made the corners of her mouth curl in a mischievous smile.

The hand in his hair yanked his face away from her delicate throat, but she said nothing of reason why. Instead, hand escaped the boxers they had only just ventured into and began shoving at his shirt. It needed to come off, she wanted him bare. Smooth cotton bunched against her wrists as it was slipped upwards, his shirt dragged overhead and soon discarded with a hard toss against the sofa. His trousers were her next victim, Eris biting the pulp of her lower lip as she worked them down sculpted thighs, waiting patiently for Trevan to assist where needed before he was left only in his boxers. She wasn’t entirely cruel enough to disrobe him, but leave herself modestly covered.

Eris rose from the floor, the motion graceful as she stood above him, casting him in the flickering shadow as she stood backlit by the flames. Hair seemed to be set alight, the hourglass of her figure framed in gold and amber as she made quick work of being rid of her own clothes. Denim jeans were peeled down over supple thighs, stepped out of and kicked aside to join Trevan’s ruined clothes. Fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt, Eris playing a teasing game as she pulled it slowly upwards. Quicksilver dribbled along the length of her throat, pooling in her collarbone like a shard of a mirror. The white cotton captured the heavy orbs of her breasts, taking the weight of them and shifting upwards until shirt could handle no more. Flesh was released in a deep bounce, tits falling free before him as rose blush nipples stood erect. Everything about her was ethereal, and it wasn’t because of the glamour.

“Blood and sensuality often go hand in hand, wouldn’t you say?” Her voice was a sultry purr as shirt was tugged upwards, gathering her white hair before it was released in a waterfall of moonlight curls. Shirt was thrown aside, offensive, leaving Eris to stand before the vampire wearing nothing but black lace thong that did little to hide the silvery smear of liquid arousal at the apex of supple thighs. Foot lifted from the floor, toes finding the edge of waistband as she played with his boxers, smirking as she hummed; “Take these off.”

Eris would wait patiently, remaining standing above him, as quicksilver blood continued to fall along the elegant sweep of her neck; the sweet scent lingering in the air. Only once Trevan had removed his final item of clothing did Eris do they same, taking her sweet time to capture the black edges of the thong and drag it southward over the wide flare of her hips. She bent forward, heavy tits swinging forward with the motion, her nose almost kissing his own as she grinned wickedly and continued the tease of the slow strip. Black lace slipped down over thighs, beyond knees, before they finally were released and pooled by feet; leaving the Fae woman bare before him.

Not much time was given to Trevan to admire the ethereal beauty of the woman above him, Eris clasping the slopes of his shoulders in her hands as she lowered herself down upon his lap. Knees settled into the rug at either side of his hips, her core inches above his lap as she captured the side of his face in her palm. “You’ll never want to leave.”

Scorching fingers caught the hardened flesh of his erect cock in her grasp, the chill of it earning her a shiver. Eris had taken her fair share of lovers decades ago, her appetite becoming substantially less as she entered her ninth decade, but she had never once coupled with a vampire. Her grip was gentle at first, seemingly unsure, as she held vein-laden cock within her loose grasp. Hand gently smoothed upwards, from thick base to mushroom tip, before plunging back down in a confident motion. Free hand found the back of Trevan’s head, yanking him back to her throat, so much having spilled in the time it had taken for her to undress them.

It wasn’t until she felt cool lips at the wound that Eris would lower herself gently, hovering directly over the wide girth of hardened flesh as she teased Trevan with slow sweeps of the head of his cock against wet entry. Liquid arousal smeared over manhood, the hardened length slipping between the swollen pink lips of her pussy before it was aligned with her channel. Her breaths were ragged now, Eris high on adrenaline and lust, as the hand at the back of his head fell to claw at his shoulder.

All it took was one swift plunge, a roll of wide hips, for Trevan to be taken inside of her, his cock suckled by the burning flesh of warm cunt, the velvet of the slick channel gripping at him tightly. Eris gasped, clutching at him as she allowed her body weight to lower her upon him, Trevan almost taken to base before she quivered in pleasure. The vampire would feed from her, and if the sweet taste of her blood wasn’t enough to please him, the tight grip of her pussy would milk euphoria from him.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan didn't know when this was all going to stop. His mind did not want to consider that it could eventually stop. The feeling of it all, between the blood and her body, was more than he wanted, but still not enough. Feeling her hand curl in his hair, he looked at her with a bit of surprise. It wasn't until he heard her acknowledge his statement that he understood. Trevan was not the strong one in this room. The fae had already proven their strength far outweighed vampires. Their lack of strength, in the physical sense, gave vampires freedom of tact, an attribute that was the most limiting for the fae.

This thought aside, Trevan left his lips to suckle and take every drop of blood that her body brought to him. It was fast-flowing, giving him all the blood he could ever want. He'd normally have to worry about the life of who he was drinking from if he were to drink this much this quickly. Even if he had chosen not to hit a major vein or artery, he still was feeling so full. It didn't quench his thirst, though. He wanted, no, needed more of her.

The warmth of her hand was almost like fire against his flesh as he felt her hand grasp at his manhood. It was a welcome feeling, her grip spreading pleasure through him that perfectly complimented the warm taste of her blood.

The moment of pleasure would fall away, though, as he would find himself pulled away from her neck without a word. What came next was almost like a predator stripping their prey. First to come off was his shirt, bloody and tattered. He did his best to raise his arms to aid her in her efforts. If he had a beating heart, it would be hammering in his ears at this point. He was about to have sex with a fae. Either that, or she was playing a cruel game with a horny vampire.

Next to come off were his pants, his hips raising up off the floor to aid her in her effortss to get his black pants up off his hips and down over his feet. As they would come off, his vampiric body would be put on display for her to see in the light of the fire. His body was made of lean muscle, without being grossly dense. His chest, tense from the angle, had shaded contours to show the various dips and curves of musscle from his shoulders down to his waist. All that he had on that remained were the dark blue boxers, parts of them looking a tad purple from the crimson stains of blood from his earlier encounter with the Anti-Nats.

As he was now stripped, Trevan was treated to the show of watching her remove her own clothing. Though the fire behind her did not leave much color to what he saw, he was able to see an outline of her figure as she began to strip away each layer of clothes. Her shirt took some doing, the fabric caught on large globes that his eyes had come to lock their gaze on. Soon, all that remained were her panties and his boxers, the room a battlefield that had many casualties of clothing spread across it. Out of context, it would almost appear as if she had been slashing his clothes off of hsi body, a practice that he was not going to suggest to her. Imagining her exacting pain on him, allowing him to drink to recover? Trevan was certain there was someone out there who had probably endured that level of attention from a fae at one point in their life.

"I've always thought blood and sex to be an act vampires enjoyed more than others." Trevan said, feeling very much corrected in that moment. At the request to have his boxers taken off, Trevan moved his hands and pulled his boxers down over his knees. His eyes never came off of her body as he did it, small evidence showing in his thigh where she had held her claws against his flesh as he first had taken a drink from her. Soon enough, he was laid out on the floor, body completely bare as he watched her.

With his boxers off, Eris would resume her efforts to join him in the act of being naked, taking a slower pace with the last article of her clothing. Trevan could see the faint shimmer of what he assumed was her arousal in the black lace, It was hard to say, as his eyes lost sight of the panties about halfway down as he took in her form. Eris's body, assuming without the glamour at this point, was a mixture of wild and sexual all wrapped into a single word: fae. He'd never think of the fae the same way again, that was for certain.

Soon enough, he felt her taking posture over top of him, taking grip of his member and making him let out a sharp moan, his fangs poking out past his lips. She might be right, her words reaching his ears as she spoke. "You'll never want to leave." If this was the kind of treatment he'd be given in Eris's presence, sure, he'd never want to.

Her warm fingers and palm would envelop his swollen length, making Trevan shiver as he tried to capture his thoughts for himself. Between the blood and the pleasure, and the way that Eris was taking control of the situation, Trevan was a puppet to her whim. This point was further brought to light as he felt her hand tug his face into her neck, the silvery blood finding his lips once more and pushing him back into the primal state of feeding from her once more.

The taste of Eris's blood this time, though, would be enunciated by something more primal and sexual beyond blood: the warmth of a warm slit. Out of reaction to the scorching warmth of her insides, Trevan bucked his hips against her, his hands moving up to press against her back. His nails pressed and drug down her back and over her spine, leaving marks in their wake as he drank greedily. Though he was not the aggressor in this case, he would take every ounce of pleasure he could get. Her blood, her warm core, everything culminated in fulfilling his need in that moment.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

There was something dangerously sweet about having someone suckle from vein and throat, finding sustenance in a liquid more taboo, while the paired coupled. It was surely not the first time that a Fae had taken flight of fancy in the undead, the risk of death calling to their wild spirit and stirring something dark within them. The Fae were, after all, rumoured to have been sired by celestial that had fallen from grace, their magic dark, wild and uncontrollable; their spirits feral, almost. While Council resided over the supernatural races, each had their own laws unto themselves; and the forever elitist Fae were very particular in who, or what, their kin were able to find pleasure with. The vampires, an age old foe, were not to be toyed with.

Eris had never been a woman who played by the rules.

The threaded fingers through inky hair held cool face into the side of her throat, not allowing him chance to peel away. She wanted him to feast, she wanted the thrill of almost being drained dry while she rode him to euphoria. To live life on the edge was to be reminded of how it was to feel; something that nine decades took away from a soul without moral conscience. Eris had promised that she would tell him when enough was enough, but she wouldn’t dare break the spell she had cast over him with just the smooth of her skin and the sweetness of quicksilver blood.

Knees dug into the muted musk of the rug, a shade that contrasted with the raven paint of the wall, as they pressed firmly into soft fibres while Eris rose to kneel once more. It was clear, then, that she would be taking her time with him, that she wouldn’t simply rush to make him spill seed and climax. This was a game, an intricate dance, one that Eris would play slowly.

Trevan would soon find himself almost entirely unsheathed from her, the plush tip of his cock the only thing remaining within the scorching heat of her core. Pink lips parted, suckling at the hardened flesh and keeping him in place, as muscles clenched to fight off thick intruder. With a tilt of her hips, however, she plunged herself downwards, Trevan bottoming out inside her slick pussy as he struck shallow cervix. Eris was far smaller than her male counterpart, but she sure as hell wouldn’t allow a single inch to be unused. A gush of liquid arousal doused his balls, her core beginning to quiver about him as she clenched down upon him.

Her tempo was slow at first, even tender, as she rose and fell with a roll of wide hips, dragging the velvet of her walls against every inch of him. She would have consumed his senses, everything about her swallowing him whole. From the sweet of her blood flowing across tongue to warm belly, to the spice that struck his nose with a deep inhale, laced with something floral of her blatant arousal; there wasn’t a single sense that she didn’t overwhelm. Trevan had spoke true, that vampires above all else were the ones who enjoyed the mixture of blood, danger and sex; the combination releasing something primal. Eris, however, seemed to be more than his match.

The hand at the back of his head tugged a little firmer, the silky locks slipped between her fingers as she purred into his ear; “Bite me.” She wanted pain. She wanted to be violated. Hell, if she had it her way, she would provoke Trevan until he had her pinned to the floor beneath him, taking what he wanted and giving her little say in the matter. So, why then, was she so smoothly riding his cock, straddling his lap as she took him from thick base to plush top, her core gripping him like a tight, slick sleeve?

Power.

There was something about knowing that all of this was because of her, that the vampire she clung to so firmly was so deeply aroused from just a taste. The hands that clawed at her back, raking nails along smooth flesh, had her shivering with pleasure as she welcomed the sharp pain. But she wanted more.

Hand withdrew from hair, suddenly capturing his chin as she yanked Trevan’s face from her throat, his mouth smeared with the silver of her blood that shone so brightly across his lips. She couldn’t have cared, in that moment, about her own pleasure, so consumed with the need to have him fill her with seed as he reached euphoria within her that she couldn’t have cared less. Soft lips mashed against his own, the kiss far from tender, but fierce as she claimed his mouth. Black, serpentine tongue slipped from between her tiers, dancing across his own as she dared for him to invite her inside, Eris steadily fucking herself upon his hardened girth, her pussy gripping at him tightly in desperate attempt to milk him dry.

The kiss lasted only several seconds, Eris leaning away to catch breath as silver hair was swept over one shoulder, keeping the other free for him to feast upon. The look in her eyes was wild as she watched his features, a hand atop his shoulder as she used his body to her advantage; enabling her to rise and fall upon his cock in quick succession. “I want you to cum, Trevan, so hard that it’ll be something you can’t ever forget.”

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan felt a deep satisfaction in the moment that he was taken near completely by her downward thrust of her hips. With his mouth getting its fill of the strongest source of blood he'd come to know first-hand, his body was being given its own blessing of fulfillment. The warmth of sex was always something that called out to Trevan, to most vampires that he knew. It was a reminder of what they no longer had in their lives, the warmth of a body. The convulsing of a tight body capturing every inch, their chilled body taking warmth and blood in a feral moment of passion and desire. While there were some with a preference to not have sex outside of other vampires, the elite among them desiring to remain elite through prim and proper etiquette, vampires had rarely been passed any rulebooks on what it was to be a vampire.

In the days of old, there were governing bodies formed by region. Local and regional vampires would claim territories, doing their best to get along and try to remain hidden. This proved effective until the world became too civilized, to organized for a few deaths to go unnoticed. That was when the council had been formed, a quiet call sent out to those that were not human to convene together and start to make the new rules that they would all have to abide by to remain in the human world.

When Eris's movements became realized, Trevan could feel what she was doing. Her pace would seek to be agonizingly slow, controlling in its movements as she would raise her hips and draw them back down. Each cycle of her hips would drive a bubbling moan from him, his lips not daring to come loose from the spring of sweetness in her neck. The more he drank, the more Trevan would feel spoiled. To drink this deeply would be well over a week to nearly a month's amount of rationed feeding. There was also a strange tingling that would fill him, his muscles soon receiving almost a reserve amount of strength that he felt was more than he had ever had in the past from feeding only by human. He could have likely had this level of strength with enough human blood, but Eris was bringing him to question just how strong he would be with this amount of her essence in his veins. What color would he bleed if he were to be struck at that moment?

Feeling the pull of her hand against the back of his head, taking him from the warm nectar he was getting his fill with, his crimson eyes locked with her mismatched ones. If she could see it in his eyes or not, there was a building feral need for him to take control. Some might have been fine to let her take lead, but he had begun to feel a strength in him that said he was to take her. Eris had been treating him, spoiling him as one might a pet.

Trevan was no pet, and her request to be bitten, oh, she would get exactly what she was asking for.

Instead of letting his lips sink back onto her neck, Trevan was drawn into a kiss that he welcomed. The strange texture of her tongue, as thin and serpentine as it was, did not make Trevan feel uneasy. This was her form, true to nature as it could be without any fancy magic or glamour that Trevan could detect. He welcomed the raw passion, her blood smearing from his lips onto hers, his tongue and mouth tasting completely of sweet fae blood, a mixture of exotic tastes that Trevan had not partaken of in at least a few decades.

This time, Trevan was not forced to bury his face against her neck, to drink from a wound he had made earlier. He was met with Eris's sensual "demand" of him, immortalizing everything in that moment and sealing it with a release. With strength and finesse, Trevan would reach his hand up from her back and grab a handful of her hair, tugging at it as he drew her head back. That strength he felt, the one that was now filling his muscles, he would reserve. He had no need to waste it on such a moment as this.

With his hand embedded in her hair, holding the silvery restraint his fingers had found, Trevan rolled his hips. His movement would aim to have her pinned against her back, his free hand taking hold of one of her wrists and pinning it against the floor beneath him. Predatory crimson eyes would stare down at her, shadows cast along his features showing how the beauty of his kind was only as deep as skin. From this angle, the fire did not cast much light over his face, his mouth parting as a feral growl escaped his mouth. Trevan kept his fangs retracted, an act to prevent fro making the process of piercing her flesh easy. If she were craving pain, she would come to find it as his face sank down against the muscle of the soft flesh where neck and shoulder met.

As he bit down, feeling how animalistic the act of breaking skin was for a non-vampire, Trevan would draw his hips back and thrust into her. He did not care how deep or shallow she might be. All he cared about was his release, of immortalizing the moment that the two were sharing. His bite would press harder and harder, locked in place until he felt a sweet bubbling of her blood beneath his teeth. Instead of drawing his teeth back, to allow the blood to come in more easily, Trevan drew it in through his teeth. This would only make it more painful, he assumed, as he would feed from her this way.

With Trevan taking his control over her, the change in position would grant him a renewed arousal that had him close to the edge. Keeping his teeth firmly pressed against her broken skin, his hand that had found itself locked in her hair would pin her other wrist against the rug, a moan from him masked in the concealment of his teeth against her flesh. He was falling over the edge, being undone as his hips drove the head of him as deep inside of her as it could, an eruption of cool seed flowing deep inside of her as he bit down harder on Eris's skin by reflex.

To say he would never forget this moment was one of the truest facts of his, hopefully, long life. Being dominated by, and dominating, a fae, filling her and feasting on her to the point of excess. This was the strongest bliss his body had ever known, Trevan a panting mess of euphoria and exhaustion as he drew his teeth back from her skin, silver fae blood dripping from his chin and lips down onto her from above

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

Had it always been like this?

Toes curled beneath supple thighs as Eris settled back down upon his lap, Trevan taken to the base within the warmth of her slick channel as she rolled wide hips and dragged the fleshy orbs of her ass against the tops of his thighs. Spine was arched, heavy breasts pressed outwards to pillow against his chest, rose blush nipples kissing cream skin of sculpted, lean pectorals. Her head felt like it was spinning, her world tilting on its axis, and a small, rather insignificant voice had the audacity to remind her that such a thing was most likely due to the severe blood loss.

The sweet taste that met her tongue as serpentine muscle slipped between lips and danced with his own made her nose twitch just a fraction with a sudden intake of breath. Lingering on the precipice of unconsciousness was tantalising to say the least, especially considering body was already starting to tingle with the beginnings of world-shattering orgasm that was building within the warm depths of her womb. The knees either side of his hips squeezed him tighter, as she tried to grapple against him, seeming to want to dissolve into his body as she fought to stay in control.

The hand in her hair was somewhat unexpected, but keenly welcomed with a low moan of pleasure that left silver-smeared plush lips that were decorated with a smug, lust-fuelled smirk. This was what she wanted, even if she had been the first to venture fingers across the planes of his body. “Mmmm.....” the hum was low in the back of her throat, deep and all the more musical as it lingered within his ears. Hips rolled, slow in motion as she ground down upon his length, smearing the silvery nectar of her core across the tops of his thighs as she began to tremble and purr against him. Serpentine, perhaps, but with elements of feline.

Silvery strands of loose curls spilled through his fingers as he caught them, silky and slipping between digits even as he tried to ball them into his fist. Head did, however, comply with his tug, Eris’ mismatched eyes guided upwards to cream ceiling as she gasped with the welcomed pain of the pull of her hair, that smug smile growing brighter as her neck was forcefully exposed to Trevan by his own doing. “That’s it,” she purred sweetly, her voice that alluring sing-song of her kin that could surely lure him to do whatever she wished, “take what you want.”

Chest heaved, heavy breasts pressed forward as she was held in a sharp arch against him, still rising and falling to that torturously slow tempo. The fleshy head of his cock dragged against innermost velvet wall as she began to bounce herself upon him that little bit quicker, prompted to not be so slow by the chill of his breath at the angle between neck and shoulder. The shiver that wrecked her had her toes curling into a cramp, her breath caught in her throat as she trembled in his arms.

All it took was a split second for Trevan to have her on her back, her wrist pinned absolve her head to the soft rug as she was stretched out below him. She was equally quick to move, those lean legs wrapping around his waist to draw his hips back into her own, the caramel flesh of her thighs eagerly parted for him as she drew him in. Their bodies were smeared with her arousal, a transparent liquid that shone pearlescent in the fire’s light as it clung to the tops of their thighs, and the smooth, pink lips of her cunt. The nectar of the Fae had been rumoured to be enough to cause one to ride a high, perhaps even hallucinate should it not sit well with them.

Just as breath was taken for Eris to form words of appreciation at their new position, it was stolen from her as fangs punctured the thicker flesh of her shoulder. Instead, she moaned low and wanton, the sound wild as hips rolled against his own, inviting Trevan to bury himself deep within her once more.

“Aw fuck....” she snarled, a hand in his inky hair and another grappling at his back as sharp fingernails clawed over cream muscle. Trevan was edging her close, the pain from his bite shoving her a little rougher towards climax as it rushed towards her. She didn’t want to finish, not just yet, not when he hadn’t obeyed and filled her with chilled seed.

Each thrust of his hips were hungry as he drove into her, met with a roll of her own as the tight muscles of her core gripped at him eagerly. He might have been suckling blood from vein, but her cunt was surely going to do the same to his cock; suckling seed until he held no more. A moan at her shoulder, the tingle of his cold body pressed against her own, had Eris tumbling over the edge. She crashed and she burnt.

Mouth opened in a wide O, eyes cast upwards at the ceiling but not seeing as she came. Liquid arousal gushed from her core, smearing the length of the cock that Trevan was driving into her with equal reckless abandon. A pearlescent shimmer decorated the tops of his thighs as they struck against the underside of her own, her small home echoing with the fleshy slaps of a hard, sloppy fuck. Toes curled at the small of his back, the hand in his hair dusting as the other clawed at his back. Spine rose from the carpet, smooshing Eris’ chest into his own until heavy breasts pillowed sideways. She trembled against him, her veins on fire as she came.

Trevan wasn’t far behind, it would seem, filling her womb with chilled seed, just as she’d wished.

It wasn’t until fangs retracted from the fresh wound at her shoulder, Trevan peeling himself away to hover above her as he looked down at her form, that Eris finally began to come down from her high. She was blessed with the heat of the afterglow, euphoria lingering in her bloodstream that was almost dangerously empty, but she felt alight and full all the same. A drunk little smirk took hold of her lips, mismatched eyes shining as she grinned wickedly up at him. In her orgasm, her glamour had slipped, and as she only just began to ride the wave back down into normality, Eris either forgot or couldn’t find the energy to replace the spell she always wove so carefully.

As Trevan looked down upon her now, he’d be gifted with the view of a woman that appeared almost half-beast. Pearlescent diamonds appeared across her temples and above her brow line, glowing a soft moonlight blue. They were the same as those which appeared upon her shoulders, her hips and over her womb. Her most dramatic change in appearance, however, were the two sets of midnight navy horns that jutted from silvery white hair, two down-curved and following the shape of her skull almost, while the other two simply cut straight backwards. There was something primal and wild about her features, something almost draconic in nature.

Black serpentine tongue ran the seam of her lips, gathering the smear of silver blood from her chin as she tucked a lock of inky hair behind the shell of his ear, a finger slipping along the sharp of his jawline to capture a bead of silver. “Penny for your thoughts.”

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan's mind buzzed heavily with euphoria, to the point that he wondered if what he was seeing was real or not. He'd never been told exactly what a fae looked like, because the glamour that they often wore prevented anyone from ever capturing their true appearance. What met his crimson eyes, though, was something that he had not expected. Everything from curved and straight horn down to the diamonds that flecked along her skin. Eris's body held a beauty to it that would frighten lesser creatures.

This vampire, though, did not have such a weak mind to fall apart at the sight of what lay before him. Even as he looked down upon her, seeing what he thought might be her true face, Trevan kept a calm visage. When her touch moved some of his hair out of his face, leaving his view unobstructed as he looked down at Eris. With his hips still firmly planted against her, keeping his chilled rod buried in her warm depths, Trevan locked his eyes with hers as he heard her inquiry.

"There aren't a lot of thoughts to have," He said, stating it as plainly as it could be. "To say that was an experience I've never had doesn't do it justice." Trevan said, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. It was a lighter kiss, more affectionate than heated passion. The kiss would last for only a moment before he drew back again, looking over the work that he had done to her shoulder and neck.

"I should be tired, the hours of the day draining my energy. The only thing that I can focus on is how good I feel, as well as you." He said, his fingers moving along her side and up over her breast. His hand would only stop for a moment, taking in the supple curve of her warm chest before moving up along her cheek. His thumb brushed against her cheek before the tips of his fingers traced the edge of her curved horn on her left side. If every time with her could be like that, primal and fulfilling, Trevan would never want to leave. His life be damned, there was nothing that could compare to the level of pleasure that she had managed to pull from his body.

After a moment of reflection, Trevan looked down to where their bodies were joined, his member still hilted in her core. "As I am a guest in your home, subject to your hospitality, would you like me to allow you up? If I remain like this, I'm afraid I may take more from you than what I should." He said, a begrudging feeling of requiring himself to be separated from her. While laying with her in the floor, locked in a passionate embrace, was a nice idea, it wouldn't do well for his sanity and her health.

As he waited for an answer, Trevan let his fingers continue to move along her horns, taking in their texture and committing the sight of them to memory. If she were to put her glamour back on, he knew that he would no longer be able to see or feel them. Trevan wanted to keep the memory of them locked away tight, finding a primal beauty in them.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

A slight wiggle of her hips came only as answer, velvety core gripping down upon him so tightly it was clear she wished for him not to leave her. And yet, the cool look in her eyes suggested otherwise, as chest rose from the floor and back arched as she stretched in a rather feline way. The ankles crossed at the small of Trevan’s back held his hips between the flesh of supple, parted thighs. “You should get some rest,” Eris murmured as she fell back to the floor, sprawled out beneath him like a warm feast, silver blood smearing ethereal features. “I have errands to run this morning, and finding you has put me behind schedule. Shall I tuck you in, or are you old enough to see to that yourself?”

A wicked glimmer to her eyes suggested the playful tease to be exactly that, nothing malicious despite her taunting words. Instead, neck arched to meet his lips as he brushed his own atop her plush tiers in a brief, though gentle kiss. It was welcomed with a low hum, a feminine purr of pleasure, before she smiled brightly up at him as he straightened. “As much as the danger of hanging on the precipice of death and blood loss while I ride the wave of an orgasmic high is most appealing, I’m afraid that I’m not sure that I have much more to give.”

The Fae woman was growing weary beneath him, the warmth of the flickering fire coaxing her into slumber, despite the growing disappointment that Trevan wasn’t still moving within her slick channel, finding his pleasure between her legs. With a roll of her hips she ground her core down against him, smearing silken liquid across the tops of his thighs as she hummed low in her throat. “You’ve had your fill, then?” Silvery brow rose in darkly amused question as mismatched eyes lazily swept down across his body to where they conjoined before she snagged lower lip between teeth. “We’ll call it a night. You need to get some rest. We have things to do tonight, and I don’t want you to having wasted all this energy fucking me—no matter how great it is.”

 

[Vahn Seele]

The erotic tug of her core against his still-hard cock made Trevan give a faint tremble, sensitive to her touch. Whether it was some natural affinity that the Fae had to become addictive by nature, or just his mind playing tricks on him, Trevan found that he could have easily wanted more from her. The pull of her tight walls against him spurred a hard twitch against her, arching up to probe for any weakness it might be able to find within her as the two had their little conversation.

At the question of if he had had enough, Trevan made sure to lean down and drag his tongue along any spot of her body that her sweet silvery blood had been left. There were small droplets along her throat and around the fresh wound he had dug into her shoulder with his teeth. The chill of his tongue would spread with an amorous sound of a soft moan and a hard twitch of his cock inside of her. Showing control, though, Trevan drew himself back from her, smiling a little at Eris. "I will let you up, then. As long as you can point me to where I shall sleep, i will go there now." Trevan said.

With his hips drawing back, his still-hard member would recede from within her warmth, with a bit of begrudging in his own features. Trevan knew that he could want more of her for as long as she would let him. His body could be a dried up husk beneath her, but as long as he was able to feel himself buried in he sweet body, there was nothing more that he would want in the world. Focusing on the priority of getting himself out of his sex haze, Trevan offered her his hand, the pale statue looking down at the draconic-looking fae. "Have you completely dropped your glamour?" Trevan asked, the curiosity a little more than he could handle. If all fae looked as she did, then he had been treated to quite the sight that morning.

Whether it was glamour or not, Trevan found her appearance very exotic. Powerful enough to take his life, but prudent enough to know his value, if he had truly any. In less than twelve hours, he had gone from home to homeless to dying to in debt to a fae. The life choices and circumstances it took to get to that point were not very clear, and made Trevan wonderr if she might have invested more in him than he might be worth.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

The flat of smooth muscle pressed to the side of her throat, the chill of his tongue sweeping the length and collecting silvery droplets of congealing blood. Trevan has taken his fill and then some, Eris allowing the vampire to drink in excess. She had admitted it earlier, that the danger that came with close death and sex was something of a high to her, but she had lacked to mention just how addictive such a feeling was after centuries of life. When one could have it all—ethereal beauty, riches, youth and companionship—there were very few things that could still elicit a thrill from an age-old soul.

A shiver ran the length of her spine, the smaller woman trembling beneath him as Trevan lapped at the edges of fresh wound, being sure not to leave a single droplet behind. His care in such a task had her toes curling against the bare of his back, her ankles still crossed at the back of his pelvis as she kept him buried deeply within her molten core. The afterglow she had eagerly welcomed was beginning to fade, though it was difficult to distinguish what was post-orgasm bliss and what was warmth from the flickering fire. The hard twitch of his cock had her gasping, the sharp intake of breath sudden before Eris grinned up at the ceiling from over his shoulder. “Careful now, or else you’ll stir something dangerous.”

Inch by solid inch dragged from within her, until Trevan was able to kneel and then stand above her, the engorged length of his cock shimmering with the silvery, silken fluid of her arousal as it smeared its girth and the tops of his thighs. Trevan may have marked her, may have bitten into sweet flesh and filled womb with chilled seed, but Eris left her own marks across his body. The red raw claw marks across his back that were beginning to heal already, no thanks to the potent Fae blood that swirled within his own now.

Ankles were slow to unhook, allowing Trevan to pull away from her, even if she felt suddenly and miserably empty. She had missed this. Knees fell apart, thighs splayed wide as she propped herself up on her elbows, looking over the cream caramel of her body to the vampire before her. If he had have paid particular attention, Trevan would spy a droplet of cream liquid beading at her entrance, a pearl of seed between the delicate, pink lips of her pussy. He’d filled her to the brim, and she was grinning with satisfaction.

His outstretched hand was taken, sharp-clawed fingers lacing through his own as Eris allowed the vampire to peel her upwards and from the floor. “It’s hard,” she admitted in a slow murmur as she shrugged a shoulder, sitting upright before she was tugged to her feet to stand, “to maintain such an intricate weave of magic every second of every day. It slips, sometimes, in moments when I’m distracted.”

Trevan’s hand was released, a white lock of hair tucked behind pointed ear and midnight horn as she bent at the hips to pluck their clothes from the floor. They were tucked against her, pinned between elbows and the side of chest, before she glanced to Trevan from over her shoulder and motioned for him to follow. She slipped, then, down another narrow corridor that lead to a set of black metal stairs, before she coaxed him upwards to the second floor.

“You best get a close look,” she cooed to him from over her shoulder, sweet voice calling to him and carried to his ears as if on a light breeze. “Once I’m down from this lovely high you have gifted me, the glamour will be straight back up. You’re lucky, you know....” door handle was turned slowly before she revealed to him a dark room absent of windows and sunlight, “....I can’t remember the last time someone looked upon my true face.”

 

[Vahn Seele]

The warmth of the moment was a strange thing to take in. Eris, a fae who could take whatever she had wanted from him with his life-favor, had given herself to the thrill of not only laying, but feeding a vampire. Even as she began to unwind and bring herself up to stand, there seemed to be a tenderness to it all. Supernatural creatures were not light and fluffy as mortals were. The fairy tale romance of stories that short-lived beings had didn't hold up for creatures that had the opportunity to live eternally. Trevan had never given the idea much thought, until he had taken to bed with Eris. She'd shown him a carnal existence that cared not for life, but thrived on the thrill of death.

"I don't call attention to your glamour as a point of pride. More just a curiosity. Though, at the suggestion that I could distract you enough to drop that glamour does make me feel better about my standing." Trevan said, grinning as he followed behind her down the corridor. His feet were light on the floor, the swirling power of the Fae blood in his system being stored away. If his entire diet were to consist of Fae blood, Trevan might soon find himself unable to return to human blood again. Nothing would taste as good as a Fae's blood, especially not after he had taken so much in such a short amount of time.

As they padded along down the corridor, Treven followed her up the stairs, glancing up as he heard her word of warning. "If maintaining that glamour is so taxing, why continue to hide yourself from me? I've seen you, and find you quite attractive. Though, I will not press the point. It is me in debt to you, not the other way around. As your guest, and life debtor, I'm only offering the idea to save your energy." He said, reaching the top of the stairs. "Even if you were to raise the glamour again, isn't it less effective on those that have seen your true form?" Trevan asked.

Trevan was still new to the ideas of what the Fae were. There might be a lot that he could come to learn from Eris over the time that they were together. Even the act of walking around the house together, both completely naked, was something bizarre to behold. Stepping into the dark room, Trevan seemed to blend in with the shadow in spots, his hair helping to mask part of his body, while the light that flickered in almost seemed to glow from his skin, catching on the glimmering of her arousal that still stained his stiff cock and thighs.

Looking back to Eris, Trevan's crimson eyes sought her mismatched ones. "I take it this is good night?" He asked, stepping back to her and leaning close. The urge to lean forward and kiss her once more buzzed in his mind, but Trevan felt that the moment might have passed. There was no telling if this would be a one time thing or not, a treat for him surviving, or just a passing fancy for her while she passed the time. He, surely, could not drain her so thoroughly on a regular basis. He couldn't count the pints he had swallowed from her throat, the memory of the eager feeding such a sweet one.

 

[MoldaviteGreen]

“For most,” she hummed sweetly as she swept a hand into the room and gestures that this was to be the place where he would find rest as she smiled wickedly back at him, “but not for me.” Trevan was lucky that he had been found by one such as herself, as equally eager to taste him as he was her. Some of her kin would not have been so altruistic, leaving him to die in the alley as sun surely peaked overhead. But with his luck came something he was yet to understand, that not all Fae were created equally and not all bore the same affinity for magic. Eris was a blood ruby in a sea of diamonds.

Moving into the room, the soft edges of her body mingling with the shadows, Eris began to fold his clothes into a neat pile and set them atop a mahogany desk in the corner. Her intention was clear, she wished for Trevan to remain and to sleep naked, as if she had plans to wake a slumbering vampire amidst his deathly rest in order to satisfy any further potential cravings. Dark sheets were pulled down, the linen crisp and ironed but appearing welcoming as she peeled them open for him, patting a fluffed pillow.

The glimmer of her arousal smeared over his cock caught her attention, Eris’ mismatched eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the room as she slowly lowered herself to kneel upon the floor at the edge of the bed; body facing plush mattress. “Come take a seat.” There it was, that smooth song of her voice that lured him into nothing but sure trouble, serpentine tongue running the seam of her lips. “It’s only good night once I’m done with you, and I have something else in mind.”

The way in which those bi-coloured eyes focussed upon the glimmer of his wet cock was suggestive enough of her plan.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Trevan watched as Eris strode into the room, laying his clothes in a neat pile on a rich wood desk. As far as home furnishings had gone, vampires of his tier and status had been gifted no kindness. For those that had been turned centuries ago, luxury was something they had acquired in the prime of darkness and deceit. Vampires now struggled to keep their immortality, or risk death at the hands of mankind, or council executioners.

The way that Eris had begun to glide through the room, moving about and preparing the space for him to sleep, Trevan felt much more like a guest, putting his fear of being consumed by her to a shameful light. Though, her suggestion of how she would put him to bed, with her eyes locked on his hardened cock, made him wonder if he would be consumed in a different way. Could a vampire die from sex alone? It didn't seem possible, but this Fae might very well be doing her best to achieve it.

As if on her command, Trevan's body began to move toward the bed, taking a seat on the edge near her, his cock giving a visible pulse at what he assumed she was proposing of him. The light from the doorway, as faded as it might be, managed to catch the glimmer of her nectar, drawing his attention before looking over to hear eyes. She had not bothered to return her glamour, to shield her form from him. Instead, her eyes had found something else to be distracted with, her new vampire play toy. Whether Trevan would get tired of the treatment or not, that was for time to tell.