CW: BDSM, Blood, Sex
Jesk felt nervous as they rapped their knuckles against the wood. Which was ridiculous. They were one of the undying, a hunter in the night, blessed with inhuman powers. They'd fought and fucked and fed for over a century. They were ... gently blushing as they waited outside the kink club.
"Come in mate," called out the guy at reception, Jesk crossed the threshold with a grateful smile. They looked over the club rules and signed their name with a flourish.
"Do you have any particular rules around bloodplay?"
"Errr, practice risk aware consensual kink as always. Keep it to the rooms so bystanders don't see something they didn't consent to. Make sure everything's clean when you leave. Other than that have fun! Changing rooms are on the left."
Jesk followed the directions to the changing room and picked a locker. They stripped off to reveal a body which was (at least in their opinion) fairly unremarkable. A tangle of hair curled around a face framed by a nearly trimmed beard. Small, perky breasts, the comfortable swell of a belly, and the curve of enticing ass. Thick, powerful thighs and a shock of dark hair at the crotch. There were only two things which really stood out about them; a series of heavy scars marking their body, and the eyes. They were quite lovely eyes, a distinctive green sparkling with sharp intelligence. But what set them apart was the way they constantly moved, giving an impression that Jesk might take off at any moment.
After a appreciative glance, they pulled on the leather trousers and flowing shirt they'd picked out for the evening. The loose white fabric on top contrasted with the shiny black leather sculpted to their body. A touch of dark purple lipstick and eyeshadow completed the look.
A throng had already gathered in the social area, looking around at the exotic array of outfits on display Jesk was relieved that they wouldn't have to worry about blending in here. Vampires weren't in hiding exactly, but it generally paid not to advertise that you were one in public. A few people looked over, either in curiosity or desire, and Jesk allowed a smile to curve their lips in recognition of that tribute. They scanned the crowd, honestly not sure what they were looking for. For whatever reason vampires traditionally prized innocence in their partners, but they were here to get away from that. Which left them in the novel position of not knowing what they wanted.
They scanned the room, drinking in the bodies clad in delicious variations of latex, leather, and lingerie. Their reverie was interrupted by a rich sensuous laugh, their head whipped around to find a fat brown woman with her head thrown back in laughter. Modestly dressed by the standards of the club, she wore navy jeans and a checked shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the front unbuttoned just enough to show a forest green bra. Thick coils of hair pinned to the side, emerald lips and eyes dressed in shades of green from lime to pine. She was stunning, but that's not what kept Jesk looking at her. There was something about her that spoke to them, a squirming knot in their gut that they hadn't felt in years. With a jolt they realised she was speaking to them.
"I said, can I help you?" Her voice was friendly, but with a slight edge of annoyance.
Realising they must have been staring, Jesk blushed for the second time that evening. "I'm sorry, I found your laughter intoxicating and forgot myself for a moment. Perhaps I could buy you a drink as compensation?"
"What a fine gentleman you are! I'll take a tea." Her voice was edged with gentle mockery this time, but Jesk felt like they'd passed some kind of test.
They ordered the tea and turned back to her "I mean I'm non-binary so I think that would make me a gentlethem."
It was her turn to look a little flustered. "Sorry I shouldn't have assumed, so you use they/them pronouns?"
"It's ok, yes I do. I'm Jesk by the way."
"Call me Amelia, my pronouns are she/her." She took her cup of tea from the barman and had a brief chat with him. Jesk leaned backwards on the bar in an effort not to intrude, until Amelia turned back to them. "Come sit with me while I drink this?"
Jesk followed her over to the nearby sofa, and watched her inhale the fragrant steam rising from the cup. "So are you new to all this?"
"It's my first time at a kink club if that's what you mean."
She nodded as she sipped her tea "And do you know what you're looking for?"
"I'm looking for a change, to explore different kinds of relationships to what I've been in before. As for the intimate details, well that's something I'd prefer to discuss in private if that's ok?"
"Of course." The two of them sat and chatted a while longer as she finished her tea. Occasionally a friend or partner would approach her, each greeted with a hug or a kiss. As Jesk watched, they were put in mind of a queen holding court. She sat at the centre of a complex web of relationships, her charisma distorting the social fabric like a weight on a sheet. And as she and Jesk spoke they grew more and more enchanted by her.
Finally she stood and led Jesk to one of the private rooms at the back of the club, closing the door behind her. She sat on the bed and looked up "So then Jesk," a shiver went down their spine as her voice caressed their name. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
Jesk took a deep breath, before raising their lip and allowing fangs to extend. "I'm a vampire Amelia. And you ... you make me burn with desire, and blush with nerves. I want to feed from you, and hold you, and make you tremble in ecstatic pleasure. You awaken a hunger I haven't felt in a long time, I want you to be mine."
Amelia sat silently for a moment, digesting this information. When she spoke at last her voice was soft, her breathing deep. "Well that's not what I was expecting Jesk ... I have some questions."
"Of course, what do you want to know?"
"Okayyy. Well first of all, how open are you about the vampire thing?"
"Umm, well don't go spreading it around. I might choose to tell more people at some point but for now it's not public knowledge."
She nodded, "I'll keep it to myself then. So ... I'm interested in you too. You looking so fucking hot in those tight leather pants and that makeup, and I feel like we have potential. But I don't see myself subbing for you."
"What do you mean?"
She stood up and stared deep into their eyes. "I mean, that I want to be the one holding you as you lose yourself in sensation. I want to explore every perverted thing I can think of with you. To find out just how much you can take for me. I want to be your mistress, and make you beg to bite me. I want you to be mine." As Amelia spoke she slowly leaned in and lowered her voice, the last line spoken directly into Jesk's ear in a husky whisper. She leaned back with a smirk and spoke in a more normal voice once more. "What do you think?"
Jesk swallowed, opened their mouth, then shut it when words failed to materialise. Their brain had turned to mush, heat pooled in their cheeks and crotch, and her smirk made them feel like a deer in the headlights. Eventually they gathered their composure enough to say. "Yeah, yeah I would be up for that."
Amelia sat back down on the bed and gestured for them to join her. "Is it ok if I hold your hand while we talk?"
