The Velvet Feast (Pt. 02)

His heart pounded with excitement and anxiety as Sasha led him into the vast dining floor. Earlier, when he passed through, many were lounging leisurely, awaiting their meals. Now, the feeding was in full swing. His eyes flew open at the spectacle before him.

It was a lavish display of indulgent and unrestrained feasting. All around him, demonesses dined in an atmosphere of carnal lust, lost in rapturous pleasure. Jake tried to steady his breathing, but he couldn't keep his eyes down, unable to look away. To his right, a beautiful vampire straddled a young man, his wrists bound securely above him. Her fangs were buried deep into his exposed neck, while her crimson lips suckled feverishly as she ground her hips in slow, rhythmic movements. Black stockings and suspenders clung to her pale thighs, as her satin underwear and bra were splayed across the floor. Muffled moans escaped her as thick blood trickled down her lips, her eyes flickering shut in ecstasy.

The man writhed beneath her, his mouth hung slack, consumed by pleasure. Jake caught glimpses of golden venom, dripping down the side of his throat. He watched in awe, this was nothing like Victoria's fleeting taste, the dose she'd injected had been minuscule compared to this. The man beneath her was drowning in pleasure, as potent venom coursed through his veins, fuelling an addictive rush of euphoria and pushing his arousal to unbearable levels. His hips twitched with every moan, and eyes half-lidded in bliss. She was draining the life out of him, and he didn't want her to stop, and neither did she.

Jake pulled his gaze away, only for it to fall upon another spectacle of depravity further down the hall. A gorgeous, naked succubus with bee-stung lips locked into a deep, sensual kiss with a man, their mouths fused in a long, breathless embrace. Her bleached, gaping asshole and glistening pink pussy shamelessly on display. Looking closer, he noticed with every passionate press of the lips, golden essence flowed into her. The man's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she kissed him like a lover, gently stroking his jaw and delicately caressing his face. It was a slow, intimate feeding session, she consoled him as she sucked harder, and drew more intimately with each breathless moan. Jake's breathing quickened uncontrollably, his arousal spiralling out of control.

"Eyes down," Sasha reminded him, her tone was soft but firm.

"Remember our etiquette, they don't like to be disturbed." She guided him to a discreet table in the corner of the room. Awaiting him were two beautiful succubae, wearing crimson and navy-blue evening dresses. They were the same temptresses who had blown him kisses earlier. Their eyes locked onto Jake, gleaming with hunger. Sasha approached them and gave a polite curtsy.

"Tonight, we present our special menu item: Jake Harper. A youthful, virginal human dish, lovingly marinated in aphrodisiac oils. Please enjoy him thoroughly."

"Good evening," Jake announced obediently. "I am your offering tonight. Please enjoy me in any way you desire."

"Bon appétit," Sasha purred, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. Then she leaned close, her warm breath brushing his ear.

"Have fun," she whispered, before sauntering away.

Jake stepped forward, his throbbing penis aching with anticipation. The succubae exchanged wicked glances, licking their lips in unison as they beckoned him to a large, silk-draped table. He climbed onto the soft satin, arms resting by his sides, his oiled skin glistened under the sultry lights, with faint scents of jasmine and caramel perfuming the air around him. At that moment, a subtle pulse from the collar released another dose of Chrysalith, eliciting a gasp as a burst of warmth enveloped him.

One of the succubae, a blonde with curly Monroe hair and sculpted curves, stood gracefully and drew the cream curtains closed around them, sealing the space in intimate privacy. Her companion, a brunette with luscious chocolate tresses and plump red lips, rose beside her. Together, they faced Jake and slipped off their silk evening dresses, letting them pool at their feet. Jake's breath caught as he stared wide-eyed. Their breathtakingly flawless bodies, tight derrieres, and engorged pink pussies were a remarkable sight. They were stunning, feminine creatures--irresistible, yet dangerous. Their spaded-tipped tails twitched behind them, signalling arousal... and hunger. Horns shimmered faintly in their hair, nearly invisible to the naked eye--demonic traits Jake's teacher had warned would become fully visible during feeding. The blonde climbed onto the table, seductively crawling toward Jake, until her quivering thighs hovered above his aching length.

She leaned in closer. "I'm Olivia," she whispered, her warm lips brushing his. "And you... look delicious."

The brunette leaned over his head, gently tracing circles around his cheeks. "I'm Abigail," she purred. "Olivia's never tasted a virgin before, she's in for a real treat." Her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"You've never done this before, have you?" Abigail asked, glancing at Jake, a hint of excitement in her voice. Jake shook his head, his eyes dazed. "N... No, I haven't," he managed.

Abigail giggled. "Essence can be drawn orally, vaginally... and even anally. But when two of us feed together..." Her eyes lit up with hunger.

"The pleasure is... extraordinary."

Jake's heart pounded. Abigail climbed above his face, straddling him, while Olivia positioned herself above his throbbing erection. He swallowed hard as her glistening wet folds hovered above his achingly erect penis, teasing him with agonizing slowness. Then she sank down, burying him in her snug, silky pussy. Jake moaned aloud as her hips started rolling and squeezing his sensitive penis. Olivia's soft skin brushed against his like warm silk, igniting every nerve. Before he had time to gather his senses, Abigail's ruby lips claimed his in a deep French kiss, her tongue exploring every corner of his mouth. His limbs grew heavy, unresponsive under the toxin's grip.

Abigail's luscious lips sealed tightly over his, her hands slipping around the back of his head, holding him firmly in place. Then he felt it... an exquisite sucking sensation. Jake's eyes flew open, she was drawing his breath, his life force, pulling it into her mouth. His vision blurred, pupils dilating as a rush of warm pleasure surged through him. Each tug felt like a soft orgasm, melting his body and wrapping his mind in bliss. He didn't want it to stop, even as he struggled for air. Below, Olivia continued to grind her hips, driving him over the edge. Jake let out a long, muffled moan into Abigail's mouth as he bucked his hips, pumping gouts of semen and shimmering life force into Olivia's soft folds.

"Mmm... yes. Let it flow, feed us," Olivia murmured, her voice breathy with delight. They pulled from both ends, like a slow, unending orgasm, melting him from the inside.

"He's so creamy," Olivia moaned. "So sweet, virginal essence really is divine,"

But as Abigail continued drawing essence through his mouth, his lungs screamed. Desperate, he tried to lift his hand, but Olivia pinned it down with ease. Then the collar responded, pulsing and tightening, releasing a dose of liquid narcotic into his skin. His resistance ceased, his eyes glazed over, as pleasure consumed him. Just as his eyes flickered shut, Abigail finally pulled away.

"You breathe when I let you," she purred, her tone soft, yet commanding. "Your body belongs to us now."

Jake gasped raggedly, sharply pulling in air. Alison's stern warnings echoed in his mind: "Poor performance is not tolerated; you are to be devoured... for as long as they wish." He felt vulnerable and helpless, but his body still throbbed with arousal. Her lips were a warm and passionate embrace he didn't want to end. His dazed eyes focused on their forms, their eyes now blood-red, and faint horns gleamed through their lush hair.

"Your body's humming with Chrysalith," Abigail whispered, licking her lips. "It makes your essence flow so freely." Olivia slowed her hips to a standstill, hands splayed over his chest.

"Our feeding session will feel like the best orgasm of your life," Olivia sighed.

"Stretched into eternity. Just release after release until there's nothing left."

"Go slowly," Abigail murmured. "Savour him, virgins are a rare delicacy. When his mind is too melted to resist, he'll beg us to devour him."

Jake swallowed hard, his breath trembling. Anticipating Abigail's next move, he took a deep breath as she lowered herself again, sealing her full lips over his mouth. Her tongue slipped in, exploring every corner with slow, indulgent strokes. Her thick, silken hair draped over his chest; every smooth strand brushed against his hypersensitive skin. Meanwhile, Olivia started rolling her hips once more, her pussy was soaking wet, squeezing his sensitive, engorged member in gentle waves. Lines of cream leaked from her moist orifice, coating his length in slippery lubricant, reducing all friction. Each bounce of her hips created wet, lewd squelching sounds as she slid effortlessly over his shaft. Jake groaned, unable to hold back. His back arched, and hips bucked as he came hard, spurting deep inside her. But the orgasm went on longer, stronger than before, stretching into endless waves of bliss. His body writhed beneath them, as they devoured him in sex and kisses.

"Mmm..." Abigail and Olivia moaned in perfect unison, savouring the feast. Jake felt like something at his core was gently peeling, a tingling sensation as it loosened, it felt euphoric.

"He tastes like a ripe fruit at its peak," Olivia sighed, tossing her head back in delight. "Dripping with youthful desire and virginal texture. I could dine on him until there's nothing left."

"I can taste the contours of his soul," Abigail murmured dreamily. "If only we'd booked a private suite, then we could pry it off and devour it entirely."

Jake was sinking into an abyssal bliss, his eyes glazed over. Then Abigail cupped the back of his head, while threading her fingers through his hair as she kissed him passionately. She held him firmly, before taking a deep, prolonged, inhale, pulling warm energy from his throat, his lungs, his core. Overstimulated, he erupted again, streams of semen flooded into Olivia, who milked him in slow, undulating waves. Abigail pulled harder, siphoning more of his essence while locking him into a slow, continuous orgasm. Jake was breathless, tired, unaware that he was fading, but unable to resist.

"He's leaking," Abigail whispered between kisses. "I can feel his essence blooming beautifully, it's glorious."

"Don't stop, Jake," Olivia purred, her eyes glimmered hungrily. "Spill everything. Your pleasure is our feast. Let it flow, and we'll drink you like a fine wine."

Jake never felt so desired, every lick of Abigail's tongue and squeeze of Olivia's pussy told him he existed solely to be consumed. He surrendered entirely, moaning into Abigails mouth, while pumping uncontrollably into Olivia. His nerves screamed in ecstasy, yet he grew increasingly tired, exhausted, but desperately wanting more. As he neared unconsciousness, Abigail finally broke the kiss, Jake gasped for air, regaining his awareness. Her eyes were radiant, intoxicated with his stolen vitality.

"Each mouthful lifts you into a dream-like state," Abigail sighed, her lips glistening with essence. "Sweet, warm and delectable. I could easily lose myself completely." With fluid motion, Abigail repositioned herself, lowering her dripping cunt onto his mouth. Her thighs closed around his face, and her swollen labia sealed over his lips in an intimate kiss.

"Let's see how he tastes from this end," she cooed, grinding gently against his face. Olivia quickened her rhythm, riding him harder now, and milking him mercilessly.

"So perfect... so ready," she whispered, smiling with quiet satisfaction. "You'll taste even better with every release." Suddenly, a thick, pink mist seeped from Abigail's wet folds, filling Jake's mouth and lungs. Warm, sweet and intoxicating, the rush flooded his senses--wrapping around him like a soft cuddle. He inhaled deeply, mesmerized by the sensation.

"That's it, breathe it in," Abigail chuckled. "Our pussies release an aphrodisiac vapor; it'll get you high while we drain you." Then the suction grew stronger, and his mouth trembled as he moaned into her, all while his cock throbbed uncontrollably inside Olivia.

"Oh god," Abigail gasped, while grinding harder. "You're truly divine--hot, trembling and ready to burst." Another orgasm welled up within him, erupting harder than before into a continuous stream of unbearable pleasure. Olivia's pussy tightened exquisitely around him. Together they fed, sucked and devoured, drowning him in ecstasy.

"Do you taste it, Olivia?" Abigail breathed, as her hips trembled. "His warm, virginal sweetness, steeped in arousal."

"Yes, a truly exquisite delicacy. I've never tasted anything like this before," Olivia sighed deeply.

Jake's heart pounded uncontrollably, as his body struggled to cope with the draining. Feeling lightheaded, and on the verge of passing out, he released a muffled cry. In his last moments he remembered the contract, stripping away all his rights, signed out of naivety and lust--how foolish he had been. His body convulsed violently, before fading into darkness. Abigail leaned in, softly kissing his forehead as Olivia climbed off, juice dripping from her sex as she wiped herself with a clean cotton cloth.

"You fed us so well," Abigail whispered lovingly, caressing his cheek.

"And next time, if you're lucky..." Olivia added softly, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "We'll consume you entirely." They left quietly, leaving Jake blissfully unconscious and utterly spent.

Jake awoke in a dimly lit room, dazed and clothed in a soft cotton robe, lying on a luxurious velvet sofa. His blurry vision slowly adjusted, revealing the other men from earlier, their faces etched with exhaustion. There was one noticeable absence, the blonde man with the ivy league haircut--perhaps he was still being devoured... Two smartly dressed waiters approached with a silver tray of vitamins, restorative concoctions and a cheque for $2500.

"Your session is complete, drink this, it'll aid your recovery," the waiter said, offering a reassuring smile. "The taxi is waiting outside. Our guests were delighted with their meal, and Victoria is especially impressed."

He nodded weakly, barely able to speak, let alone comprehend what had just occurred. Without hesitation he swallowed the tablets and gulped down the drink, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon him; his limbs sore as he stumbled toward the waiting taxi. Yet even now, he could still feel them--their touch, their taste lingering on his lips, calling to him.

"Just once more..." they whispered seductively.

He needed to go back.

Jake woke up late Friday afternoon disorientated and groggy. His mind flickered with vivid memories from the night before. It was almost dreamlike, yet intensely real. A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled passing out, briefly wondering if they might dine until his last breath... He shook his head, trying to dismiss the troubling thought. The memories flashed intermittently, images of Abigail and Olivia smothering him, pinning him down while they sucked, kissed and fucked. It was both exhilarating and a little terrifying, Jake gasped.

Glancing at his watch, it was 3:00 PM, Jonathan will be back any minute. A wry smile spread across his lips. He'd lost his virginity, cleared his overdraft, and secured the funds to pay rent, all in one evening. It was undoubtedly risky, but highly rewarding. Those women, the succubae, were the embodiment of human desires. He exhaled deeply, reminiscing the night before. He still felt a little giddy, high from the lingering traces of Chrysalith pulsing through his veins. Leaning back in the dorm-room chair across the circular dining table, Jake crossed his arm casually and let his eyes drift shut for a brief nap.

Ping.

He perked up, grabbing his phone off the table. His eyes widened as he read the sender's name: Victoria Hunt. Immediately his pulse quickened as he sat up straighter, reading the message.

"Hello Jake,

I hope you are well. This is Victoria Hunt from The Velvet Feast. I wanted to thank you personally for your exemplary performance as a human dish last night. Our clients were more than satisfied--they found you obedient, responsive, and intoxicatingly delicious. You received glowing reviews, sparking significant interest from some of our most elite patrons.

In light of your exceptional potential, I want to offer you a rare opportunity for a private session with three of our most loyal and distinguished clients. They are sisters, esteemed vampiresses, belonging to the House of Ravienne--renowned for their refined tastes and ravenous appetite. Few humans are ever deemed suitable for their discerning palate, they only accept the most youthful, exquisite offerings. I put three names forward for consideration and they have chosen you for a night of indulgence. We are willing to offer you financial compensation of $10,000 for this exclusive privilege.

Please confirm your decision by the close of business today, as preparations will need to be made. Should you accept, the session is scheduled tomorrow at 6:00 PM.

We'll arrange for a taxi to collect you at 5:30 PM.

I look forward to your reply.

Warm regards,

Victoria Hunt

Operations Manager, The Velvet Feast

Jake let out an audible gasp, $10,000 for one night! His eyes bulged in disbelief. With this kind of money, he could focus solely on his studies, without the financial stress. However, pausing to think for a moment, he felt his excitement tempered by concern. Three vampires... could his body withstand their combined hunger? What about the risk of a fatal overdose? Would he be required to sign away his rights again? A simmering anxiety gnawed at him, but it was drowned beneath memories of Victoria's warm venom, unravelling him from the inside. When her fangs delicately pierced his flesh, he was helpless, lost to bliss. And now, the combined dose of three vampiresses would be utterly euphoric. Jake didn't hesitate, he made his decision then and there. Acting on impulse and lust--he told himself this would be the last time. With trembling hands he typed out a quick reply, his heart hammering with nerves, excitement... and arousal.

Thank you, Ms. Hunt.

I accept your generous offer.

I'll be ready at 5:30 PM tomorrow.

I look forward to meeting your distinguished guests.

Regards,

Jake Harper

Barely 10 minutes later, a reply pinged through.

I'm delighted Jake, this will be an unforgettable experience.

Please ensure you're ready at 5:30 PM sharp. They are extremely important guests, punctuality is paramount.

Stay hydrated and get a good night's sleep.

They prefer their meals fresh.

Warmest regards,

Victoria Hunt, Operations Manager at The Velvet Feast.

Jake set the phone down slowly, staring at the screen with a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. There was no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, he reassured himself again--this would be his final night at The Velvet Feast.

Just then, dorm room lock clicked and Jonathan strode in, grinning as he placed two large Domino's pizzas, one vegetable and one pepperoni on the table. A sly smile spread across Jake's mouth as he awaited his inevitable reaction. Jonathan tossed off his jacket, settled into the chair and leaned forward eagerly.

"Tell me everything," he smirked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. Jake grinned like a Cheshire cat and inhaled deeply.

"It was a whole evening of hot, mind-blowing sex with two drop-dead gorgeous succubae--feeding, sucking and fucking me senseless," he said with a sigh of satisfaction, as he recalled erotic flashes of memories.

"Two!" Jonathan gasped; his face twisted with envy as his hands gripped the edges of the table.

"My night was only with one succubus, and it was the most intense sexual experience of my life. But two ... the pleasure would be overwhelming. I can't imagine how taxing that would be on the body." He shook his head in disbelief, stunned, as he took a slow bite of pepperoni pizza.

Jonathan listened for nearly an hour, captivated, as Jake recounted every salacious detail he could remember. Some memories were flickering and incomplete, others he filled with embellishments, spinning a narrative of erotic decadence. Yet the ones he could recall seemed to be more vivid and realistic than he imagined. He wondered if the lingering venom, the aphrodisiacs were playing tricks on his mind, enhancing the positive experience, and making it difficult to recall any negative aspects. Jake briefly remembered collapsing into unconsciousness and waking in the waiting room, disorientated, and one of the human dishes was missing. But then... those memories dissolved instantly, as if something was pushing them to the far recesses of his mind. Jonathan's voice broke his haze.

"The interview must've gone well for them to serve you to two demonesses," he said, eyes narrowing with intrigue. "You must have seriously impressed them."

"Who interviewed you?" he added.

"Victoria Hunt, the operations manager of The Velvet Feast," Jake replied, sitting up straighter and leaning in. "You never mentioned they'd sample my essence beforehand. She tasted my blood..."

Jonathan blinked, astonished. "No way. I've heard vampire venom is euphoric, sedating its victims in warmth," he sighed, imagining the thought. "Is it as good as they say?"

"Yes, it's powerful," Jake admitted softly. "It wraps around your whole body; you melt into them. Your body screams for more, she only bit me for a few seconds, praising my youthful taste, my virg...," Jake abruptly stopped himself, embarrassed about his former virginity. Jonathan nodded slowly, eyes wide with interest.

"My interviewer was Lilith, the owner of The Velvet Feast, a vampire-succubus hybrid. She sampled my life force orally. Oh man it felt like a slow orgasm being drawn out of me," he confessed, his eyes distant with desire.

"Wow." Jake leaned back, taking a bite of vegetable pizza. "Victoria, by the way, was so impressed with my performance that she's offered a rare opportunity to become a human delicacy to three esteemed vampiresses--for $10,000." Jonathan's expression shifted, equal parts admiration and concern, his carefree smile faded away.

"I've accepted it," Jake added hesitantly. "It'll be my last time I visit The Velvet Feast. I won't need to worry about money problems for some time." A painful moment of silence hung in the air, Jake couldn't understand whether he was astonished or shocked.

"Wow, I'm happy for you, truly. But three? Don't you think that is a little dangerous," his tone dropped to a low, serious murmur.

"What?" Jake's brow furrowed. "You laughed off those dangers before. Dismissing them as mindless rumours, conspiracy nonsense," Jake gasped, confused by his reaction.

Jonathan shook his head, his expression hardened. "Look, these demonic establishments have a way of hooking you in. They're meant as a once-in-a-lifetime experience, not for repeated visits. The venom, the toxins... it lingers inside you, pulling you back. Even now, I can see your focus drifting, fading in and out. Frankly, I'm surprised you could even walk to a taxi after being drained by two succubae." A chill crawled up Jake's spine, hearing him speak this way unsettled him. This was coming from Jonathan, of all people.

Jonathan leaned in closer. "Vampire venom hijacks your pleasure receptors, flooding your brain with endorphins and dopamine. It creates an intoxicating euphoria that's impossible to resist, making you crave it, need it. If they're sampling candidates during interviews, it's more than quality control. It's to ensure they return afterward--irrevocably binding them to the place." His voice was dark, and full of concern.

"Jake, I've known guys who've become addicts, enslaved by the venom. They end up in addiction clinics, their faces haggard and gaunt. They desperately beg vampires for one more bite, losing themselves completely."

"Please think about this carefully before you go through with it," Jonathan said, rising to his feet and grabbing his jacket.

"Anyway, I have a date. Get some rest, you look like hell." And with that, he strolled off, locking the door behind him.

Jake sat alone, contemplating his warnings. Had he made the wrong decision? He felt butterflies in his stomach, doubt creeping in. Should he change his mind? Was it too late? He doesn't want to disappoint Victoria. But the memories of... Olivia's pussy, Abigails lips, the way Victoria's bite melted him, he needed to experience that sensation again. Jake shivered at the thought, the venom made everything feel dreamlike, soft and cuddly around the edges. His doubts then faded swiftly under the venoms lingering warmth. He reassured himself once more--this will be the last time.

At 5:35 PM the following evening, Jake's heart pounded as he sat quietly in the back seat of the taxi, his palms sweaty, overwhelmed with both dread and arousal. Tonight was a private feeding session, and he was the main course. The diners were the Ravienne sisters--Carmilla, Ambrosia and Katherine--ancient vampires of royal status, exceptional beauty and insatiable appetite.

Ping.

Jake flinched, fumbling for his phone. He gulped when he saw the sender--Victoria Hunt.

Hello Jake, I hope you are well.

As you are aware, the Ravienne sisters will be dining on you tonight. They are sophisticated and cultured women who demand perfection. Do not disappoint them.

Lilith, the owner of The Velvet Feast will brief and prepare you. Sasha, our lead waitress will meet you at the lobby.

Good luck and enjoy.

Victoria Hunt, Operations Manager.

He exhaled shakily, trying to compose himself. The taxi rolled to a stop on the luxuriously paved driveway of The Velvet Feast.

"Have fun," the handsome driver said, a wide grin curled across his mouth, visible through the rear-view mirror. He was young, chiselled, and dressed in an immaculately tailored suit. Too perfect to be a human, probably an incubus. Jake nodded stiffly, smiling in return. He hurried inside, entering the lavish marble lobby, while avoiding eye contact with the supernatural clientele.

"Jake," came a familiar voice. A statuesque figure, fitted in the company's trademark uniform, emerged from a side corridor--Sasha.

"Right this way," she said, beckoning him forward.

Jake followed, stepping into a wide, elegant hallway. The floor beneath him was a polished black marble, veined with white streaks, and laid down the centre was a blood-red carpet--giving the hallway a luxurious and sophisticated feel. The walls were dark, with contemporary lightning casting a soft, sultry glow over the place. Six Luxury black doors lined the hall, three on either side, each engraved with golden numbers. These were the private suites... the feeding rooms.

From within were the sounds of muffled moans, feminine giggles, and the cries of ecstasy seeping into the quiet hallway.

From Door 01, Jake could hear everything.

"Mmm... you are heavenly," a feminine voice purred, dripping with satisfaction. "I've never tasted blood so fresh... so irresistibly sweet. You're a true gourmet delight."

"Please, my lady... I can't take anymore." The man's voice trembled, shackles strained and chains rattled as he tensed.

"I... I'm going to--mmm." Then came intimate sounds of wet lips pressing into skin, followed by a subtle piercing of flesh as fangs slid in. The victims voice faded into a muffled moan, half pain, half bliss--before dissolving into silence, sedated by her venom, and enraptured by her bite. This was replaced by an unmistakable gulping sound as she drank hungrily. Thick, warm blood sloshed down her throat in long satisfied swallows. Between mouthfuls, she occasionally pulled back, letting out soft, contented sighs. Viscous gurgling filled the room, as her tongue swirled and lapped across her lips, tasting, savouring him like a fine wine.

"So rich," she muffled. "Full of youthful flavour, mmm." Then the glutinous swallows resumed, accompanied by rhythmic slurping noises.

From door 03, the voices of posh, aristocratic vampires speaking in queens English drifted into the hallway.

"Such an extraordinary virginal texture. Rich, innocent and brimming with arousal," the lady cooed, her accent polished and refined.

"His youthful notes clings to your palate," she added. "I could drink him for hours." Seconds later, he heard an unmistaken sound of wet, indulgent sucking, as she fed from his wrist, followed by a hum of satisfaction.

"Drink him slowly, Elena," the second women murmured, her voice breathy as though she was rocking on top of him. "Savour every note." Jake could hear the man's panting, coming in quick and erratic. His breathless groans spilled out between the feeding sounds, completely overstimulated. He was being ridden slowly, helpless, drained from his neck and wrist.

In room 05, the scene was more feral. The table inside creaked and rocked rhythmically, as the woman on top ground him without mercy. Two female voices, sultry and unrestrained, moaned and giggled. The sounds of rolling hips gave way to a man's guttural groan.

"Oh fuck, my pussy's so wet," a succubus sighed shamelessly.

"He's exquisite," another purred. "His blood is so delicious, so pure. I could suckle him for hours." Jake heard fangs puncturing flesh, the man gasped in response, trapped between agony and ecstasy.

"Please... could you slow down," the man pleaded, breathless. "Shhh," she whispered, silencing him with a deep, wet kiss as lips fused together. Then came the accelerated motion of hot bodies grinding together, and the slippery sliding of skin rising in pace. An all too familiar sucking sound followed, as she inhaled deeply, drawing his life force. One fed from his wrist, while another simultaneously drew life force through her mouth and pussy. Kissed, sucked, fucked and devoured.

Sasha stopped at door 06, leaning in. "This is your private suite," she said softly, her lips brushing the edge of his ear.

"They're expecting you in fifteen minutes." Inside, Jake heard the laughter of three distinct, feminine voices, laughing and conversing amongst themselves. Sasha gestured toward the dark double doors at the end of the corridor. They were plain, except for a single plaque that read:

Madame Lilith

Proprietor and chief executive officer--The Velvet Feast.

"Lilith will brief you and collar you personally," Sasha whispered reverently.

"These are special guests," she continued, locking eyes with him. "She wants to make sure you meet their exacting standards, which I'm sure you will." She flashed him a playful wink.

"I'll be here to introduce you to the sisters afterward." With a shaky hand, Jake knocked three times.

"Come in," called a commanding, yet feminine voice. The office was almost identical to the one from his first visit, an opulent office with a grand baroque bed positioned along the far wall, its satin scarlet sheets spilling luxuriously to the floor. Behind a pristine dark wooden desk sat a woman even more beautiful and irresistible than Victoria Hunt. Her hair was comprised of thick, flowing locks of golden silk, pouring over her shoulders in endless waves. She wore the same black leather skirt and white V-neck blouse as Victoria. Her skin was smooth, supple, and her facial features resembled that of a supermodel--flawless and sculpted. She looked no older than thirty, yet online research indicated she was close to five-hundred. She was a vampire-succubae hybrid, rumoured to be the ultimate seductress, ruthless and cunning. It should have been a warning, but her appearance was mesmerizing, Jake wanted to make a good impression.

"Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you, please take a seat," she instructed, her voice authoritative and alluring.

"The sisters from the house of Ravienne have already arrived, we don't have much time." She immediately placed a contract on the desk, smoothly sliding it toward him.

"This is the Guest Experiences Continuation Agreement," she said smoothly, her tone professional and businesslike. Her piercing eyes studied him intently.

"Please sign here, it extends your previous contract," she added, placing a sleek black pen beside the document. Jake's fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the pen, his heart racing. The noises from the hallway swirled in his mind, while the memories of Abigail soft lips and Olivia's luscious pussy flooded his brain with arousal. Without hesitation he signed the paper, sliding it back to her.

"Excellent," she purred, a slow smile curled across her lips. Lilith opened a small, dark ornate box which Jake hadn't noticed before. Sitting inside was a gleaming golden collar, nestled in soft purple velvet. It was smooth, sleek and gently pulsing with life, just like the one Alison had fitted.

She looked Jake directly in the eyes. "Strip," she said simply, rising to her feet. "Everything, then... drop to your knees."

Jake complied without question; the tone of her voice left no room for argument. He promptly removed his clothes and sank to his knees--naked, flushed and trembling with anticipation. He gazed at Lilith intently, awaiting her next instruction. Right now, he was desperate to feel the silky warm pleasure of Chrysalith. Lilith stepped gracefully from behind her desk, strolling casually toward him. Her hips swayed seductively beneath her tight leather skirt, until she stood before him in high, glossy black stiletto heels--she was towering, breathtaking and powerful.

She lowered herself until their faces were mere inches apart. "Remain still," she ordered, her voice was smooth and dominant. Jake nodded obediently, his eyes fixed on hers as she placed the sleek collar around his neck, the band snapped shut with a soft click. Jake gasped as it wrapped snugly and gently around him, like it belonged there.

"Excellent, now you belong to The Velvet Feast," she said, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, tilting his head slightly upward.

"Tonight, your duty is to serve the Ravienne sisters, nourish them until they are fully satisfied." Her smile was almost predatory, as her eyes flashed with hunger.

Moments later Jake felt the familiar sensation of venomous warmth seeping into his bloodstream. Jake gasped softly, and his body shuddered as a sweet narcotic rush rolled over him. His penis throbbed and his pupils dilated as it reached his nervous system. He breathed deeply, while his nerves tingled with sensitivity, each one felt like it was wrapped in smooth silk. Right then Lilith's eyes flashed crimson as she took him in, her fangs visible and her expression unreadable. With restraint she stood up and stepped back, motioning for him to rise. He tried to steady himself, rising on shaky legs, dazed and high on the venom's embrace.

"Carmilla, Ambrosia and Katherine are close friends of mine," Lilith began seriously.

"The Ravienne sisters are our longest and most lucrative clients. They are powerful, discerning and exacting." She moved toward him, Jake tried to maintain professional eye contact, but his eyes were drawn to the inviting recesses of her full bosom.

"They are sexually desirable women," she continued. "Who will fuck you, kiss you, worship you and drain you," she said, her voice fading to a whisper.

"You will give yourself to them completely. Your role is to give everything willingly, without resistance." Her tone was thick with authority.

"The pleasure will surpass anything you've experienced. Do not disappoint them." She added, her warm breath brushed against his skin, intoxicating him.

"Please them in every way, and if you survive, you'll be rewarded beyond your imagination." Her tone was now sultry, seductive.

"I will... thank you." Jake managed; the toxin was dissolving his fears, filling it with lustful thoughts.

"Excellent, now go. Don't keep them waiting." With a final lingering glance, she returned to her desk. Jake moved towards the door, trembling slightly. Standing beside it was Sasha, waiting patiently. She looked him over--the flush in his cheeks, the haze in his eyes, and the gleaming golden collar around his neck.

"You're perfect," she purred approvingly, licking her lips. "Let's not keep them waiting." She opened Door to suite 06.

Inside, three striking women lounged gracefully in high-backed, throne-like chairs, their lithe forms wrapped in black PVC trench coats. Their legs were crossed seductively as they sipped from crimson glasses filled with blood, eyes glowing with hunger. The moment Jake stepped inside, conversations ceased, three pairs of hungry eyes turned to his naked form--tongues tracing their lips in quiet anticipation.

Sasha stepped aside, presenting him with a subtle bow. "For your pleasure, Mistresses... The Premium Course."

Jake stepped forward, his heart pounding. "Good evening, I am your offering tonight. Please enjoy me if any way you desire." Sasha smiled mischievously before quietly leaving the room, leaving him alone with the vampiresses.

The three women stood up in unison, allowing their stylish trench coats to slip smoothly to the floor, revealing exquisite lingerie beneath. Black satin stockings and floral-laced suspenders wrapped around their toned, pale thighs. They were paired with matching bras and panties, translucent enough to leave little to the imagination. Glossy high heels accentuated their tight, toned bodies and their hips swayed seductively as they moved toward him. They slowly peeled away their skimpy lingerie, leaving only their stockings and heels. Their teardrop-shaped breasts bounced gently as they gestured toward the lavish oval table, draped in luxurious crimson and purple silk. A small chandelier above cast an intimate, golden light onto the table, making the satin shimmer.

"Well," Katherine said softly, resting her hands resting admiringly on her hips. "You look like a tasty little treat."

"Lie down on your back, arms spread," Carmilla ordered, her lush black curls framed her flawless, porcelain face. Jake obeyed without question, stretching himself vulnerably across the decadent, thick sheets.

Ambrosia, the youngest of the sisters, climbed onto the table, straddling him with a playful smile. Tumbles of fiery red hair brushed tantalizingly across his sensitive skin as she leaned in close. Carmilla and Katherine seated themselves on either side, each lifting his wrists delicately toward their parting lips, and glistening fangs. Jake trembled as the collar pulsed again, sending a rush of warmth through his him. His penis grew achingly hard, twitching with arousal. He remembered how Victoria's venomous bite had felt, and tonight, three vampiresses would take him to heights of unimaginable pleasure.

"Such a mouthwatering aroma," Katherine whispered seductively, placing a tender kiss along his wrist, while her fangs slowly descended. Long waves of chestnut hair cascaded over her immaculately smooth skin, and peeking beneath her thick hair were eyes gleaming with lust. The others took a deep inhale, indulging in the scent of youthful, fresh blood. Then without warning, Ambrosia's soaked, hot pussy sank over his throbbing penis, enveloping him in tight pink flesh. Jake gasped, as pleasure flooded his senses. She folded her body over his, slowly wrapping around him as her plump pillowy breast pressed flush against his chest. With a swift motion, she gripped the side of his jaw, turning his head to one side, holding him in place. Her fangs hovered at his throat, as visible drops of amber venom drooled off the edges, waiting to sink in.

Then the sisters exchanged glances, grinning, before plunging their fangs simultaneously into his flesh. Ambrosia's sharp fangs gently pierced his neck, her scarlet bee-stung lips creating a tight seal around the puncture wound. Carmilla and Katherine pressed their fangs into his wrists, drawing blood hungrily as muffled moans of delight escaped their lips. Jake let out a soft cry, as a sharp sting quickly gave away to a powerful flood of intoxicating warmth. Jake's body relaxed instantly, followed by a long, uncontrollable sigh as the venom surged through his veins. Jake's body stilled, immobilized by the exquisite toxin and tingling with heightened sensitivity. The potent narcotic wrapped tightly around his nerves, smothering them in smooth silk. Cocooned in bliss, he floated helplessly as their mouths consumed him.

"Mmm..." came the sisters low, indulgent moans as they feasted, rhythmically drawing mouthfuls of delicious blood. Katherine and Ambrosia held his forearms lovingly, yet firmly, as each pull of their lips intensified his high. He could feel the luxuriating warmth of their mouths as they sucked greedily. His veins pulsed as they consumed him with slow, deliberate pulls.

Jake's breathing deepened; his heart raced faster, desperately to keep pace with their relentless feeding. He laid in a dreamlike state, his vision blurred as the venom's sweetness flooded his senses, wrapping him in euphoria. Jake couldn't move; his body had become a warm, soft vessel for their feeding. Time seemed to stretch forever as the narcotic high wiped away all fear, pain, leaving him trapped in a state of blissful surrender. Carmilla lifted her mouth slowly, her lips smeared with blood, savouring every decadent drop. Blood streaked down her chin, glistening under the sultry light.

"Such a rich, velvet flavour," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure before sinking her fangs back into his trembling wrists.

"Yes, it's truly exquisite," Katherine sighed, pausing momentarily to savour the taste, as if it were the rarest of delicacies.

"Each drop bursts with youthful sweetness, cascading through me in waves of luxuriating warmth." She moaned softly before returning to a slow, indulgent suckling, her mouth sealing tightly over his skin. Every deliberate draw of blood felt like a slow orgasm, while each heartbeat sent a dose of pleasure that left Jake lightheaded, but craving more. They made him a prisoner to both their insatiable hunger and his own spiralling desire--he knew this was dangerous, he felt his strength ebbing away, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to stop. Jake was trapped in the venom's intoxicating euphoria.

Ambrosia rolled her hips in gentle, rhythmic motions, her wet folds gliding over his length. Her soft lips kissed and drew blood tenderly from his neck. The venom swirled within him, building uncontrollably, until it pushed him over the edge. Jake let out a guttural, helpless moan, spurting thick loads of cum deep into her tight pussy. It pulsed and squeezed his sensitive penis, milking every drop. All while her luscious breasts pressed gently against his chest, her silky skin sliding sensually across his. His body grew weaker and his life slowly ebbed away, but he couldn't think clearly, nor could he summon the will to stop them. He had promised to please them, to fulfil their desires. So he surrendered, letting the collar's narcotic warmth soothe him, wrapping him in bliss. Ambrosia gently lifted her lips from his neck, licking up every drop of nectar. Jake's heart pounded wildly, straining to keep up.

"We'll drain you to the brink of death," Ambrosia whispered sensually, her head tilted back as Jake's blood trickled down her throat.

"He'll sleep for days after this," Katherine mused, her tongue tracing her blood-stained lips.

"Or perhaps..." Carmilla said with a soft, wicked chuckle. "We should drink him dry. Send him into an eternal slumber, like our last offering." She smiled cruelly at Jake, grabbing his panicked, hazy attention.

"His blood intoxicates me, almost virginally fresh," Ambrosia whispered, swaying gently on top of him. "Only lost his innocence two days ago, the delicious warmth wraps around my tongue." She moaned in satisfaction as her fangs drew more blood.

"His heart's faltering," Carmilla murmured, her eyes glowing crimson, with deep veins spidering outward. "I can feel it."

"Utterly obedient, helpless and willing to serve--the perfect meal," she continued. "Every drop is pure euphoria." Then she glanced at the others, her eyes flashing dangerously. "I don't want to stop, we could always call it an unfortunate accident," she grinned darkly.

"Mm-hmm," they hummed in agreement, while continuing their indulgent feeding. Jake's eyes widened in sudden, belated panic--completely trapped. He'd signed away his rights twice, he was legally theirs. Moreover, he assured Lilith he would leave them fully satisfied and fulfil the terms of the agreement. Now he realizes it may cost him his life. He should have listened to Jonathan. Ambrosia's slow, sensual movements coaxed another delicious orgasm from him. A jagged moan escaped his lips as he spurted thick wads of seed into her lush folds. Her pussy glowed faintly gold, as she drained him vaginally as well. Jake gulped weakly, he was too weak to resist and too addicted to want it to end.

"Your blood sings to me. Its sweetness melts on my tongue, such a rare delicacy." Katherine sighed dreamily, pausing to swirl his blood in her mouth. "I could drink you forever, if only you'd last."

"You're addicted, Jake," Carmilla exhaled slowly, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can hear blissful moans, not screams. If you want us to stop, simply say so." She smiled cruelly, she knew he couldn't. He was begging to be drained, even if it cost him his life. Utterly exhausted, his eyes flickered shut, falling into darkness.

Beep... beep.

Jake woke up in a hospital bed, his wrists bandaged and arms hooked up to IV lines. His breath came in ragged wheezes, looking around frantically he spotted Jonathan asleep in the chair beside him.

Jonathan stirred awake beside him. "Jake? You're finally awake," he beamed, leaning forward, relief washing over him.

"How long have I been here?" Jake croaked, panicked and anxious.

"You were dropped off anonymously last night," Jonathan murmured softly, his voice low. "After two blood transfusions, you stabilised. You're lucky to be alive." He looked over Jake's frail body, his expression darkening.

"Seeing you like this... I get it now" he continued, his tone serious. "These places are dangerous; I shouldn't have dismissed the rumours. The venom, the toxins--they draw you back. And the legal contracts they make you sign, absolving them of responsibility, it's cruel and manipulative. They prey on desperate students, seducing them with sex and money."

"I'm sorry," Jake managed, his voice hoarse. "I should've listened to your warnings. Thanks for being here." His head sank back on the pillow, eyes closing tightly, overcome with emotion.

"Get some rest," Jonathan said gently, standing up. "Doctors say you can go home tomorrow; I'll pick you up at noon." Then he left the room, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts.

Ping.

Jake turned to his phone, opening the messages. He gasped at the sender... Lilith.

"The Ravienne sisters said you were exceptional, one of their finest meals. Due to your exemplary performance, I have a lucrative proposition for you."

He opened up the following message:

"$25,000 for a private dining session with me. ????"

Jake stared wide eyed at the screen. Lilith was beautiful, powerful and seductive. His thumb hovered over the reply button, trembling with anticipation. Even now, in this weakened state he could feel the venom calling to him. Then with a deep, shaky breath he deleted the message. Two and a half years later, Jake and Jonathan graduated with first-class honours. After a jubilant ceremony, they strolled leisurely onto the busy university square, breathing the crisp, fresh air.

"Celebration at The Graduate Bar, then pizza and video games tonight," Jonathan asked, grinning.

Jake smiled. "Of course, I'll catch up with you in a few minutes," Jake replied, pausing as something caught his eye. Nearby, a breathtaking young succubus handed out glossy flyers to young first-years, her slender tail flicking enticingly from side to side. Two nervous students hovered beside her, mesmerised by her beauty.

"We offer $2500 per night," she purred enthusiastically. "To be savoured, worshipped and devoured by our exclusive supernatural clientele." They were entranced, hanging onto her every word.

She was dressed immaculately; her silk blouse and tight black trousers hugged her voluptuous figure. Peering closer, Jake's eyes widened in shock... it was Sasha. A chill ran down his spine, The Velvet Feast never stops, always hunting for its next human offerings. One of the students eagerly took the flyer, captivated by her.

Jake sighed, shaking his head as he silently walked away. Just like that, The Velvet Feast found its next course. And the cycle begins again.