Jessi walked into the tavern, her icy blue eyes glowing and her short black hair lying flat aside from a few out of place strands hanging in her face. She wore a tight black muscle shirt that showed a bit of cleavage, baggy black jeans that hid her sexily muscular legs, and black combat boots, laden with chains of silver, that hid her small feet. Around her neck was a black leather collar with silver spikes and a silver pentagram necklace. On each of her fingers were rings of gold, silver, and other colors to her liking and a silver skeleton key hung from her right ear. Her pouty black-painted lips parted in a sensual grin, revealing a set of razor-sharp white fangs, as her eyes scanned the dimly lit room. The pentagram tattoo on her right breast burned-evil was present.
Pitiful place, she thought to herself. A sharp movement on her left side caught her well-deserved attention. She turned her head to find nothing. A blur of movement in front of her forced her to turn her head back to its original position. She raised her eyebrow. " Hello," a deep, husky voice rumbled in her ear.
"Hi," Jessi said, her new vampire eyes adjusting to the figure's quick movements.
"I'm Diablo, I'm a vampire. I sense that you are, also. You have that certain…crimson aura. You are very beautiful. By far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," the figure said.
"I'm afraid you are sadly mistaken, my dear, for I am not a woman. I am but a mere 18-year-old female turned vampire. I estimate you to be of the same number, but hundreds of years older," Jessi said.
Diablo nodded. "You are wiser than I perceived. I am 1800 years of age, my lovely." He touched her smooth, pale, chubby cheek and smiled. "Shall we go to a table and talk?"
Jessi nodded. Diablo led her to a small table in the shadows at the back of the tavern. He pulled her chair out for her. She sat, unsure of what else to do. "How did you become a vampire?" she asked.
Diablo began his story. "1000 years ago, when the world was much more unpleasant for vampires, I was bitten. Bitten by a young vampire by the name of Devereaux. He was quite attractive, even to me. Would you like a drink before I continue?"
"Sure. Whiskey will be fine," Jessi said, "If they have that here."
"Aye, they do," Diablo said. He called over to the tender for two whiskeys. Their drinks were brought a moment later. Diablo continued his story as they drank. "I had never had sexual feelings for another male, but Devereaux was an exception. Each time he spoke I became so aroused that it was difficult to keep from taking advantage of him. I noticed one day that he had become aroused by me and I basked in it. 'Diablo,' he had said, 'You have aroused me. You must take care of this problem.' I was glad to do it. My hand shook as I reached toward his crotch to caress the bulge in his pants. He grinned, his fangs showing and arousing me even more.
"His cock was fully erect when I got it out of his pants. It was large and thick. I wanted it in my mouth so badly. I lowered my mouth to the head of his dick and my tongue darted out to touch it. Devereaux groaned softly and put his hand on the back of my head, forcing me to take him into my mouth. I loved it. His cock throbbed as I bobbed my head quickly up and down. He moaned over and over as I curled my tongue around his shaft and licked and sucked and slurped like a little whore. He grunted as I began to toy with his balls, massaging them, occasionally licking them, paying special attention to them like a good little boy.