The Velvet Feast Pt 01

Jake strolled out of the university doors onto the bustling square, his mind reeling after a gruelling lecture on Ancient Philosophy. Cambridge University demanded everything of him--his time, his focus, and his energy. Scoring a first-class distinction last year came at a steep cost. Extra tutoring and online resources had drained his funds, leaving him with unpaid rent and an overdrawn bank account. Now everything was beginning to catch up with him. Checking his phone, Jake's breath caught at a message from his landlord, Jackson--a mild-mannered Divorcé whose patience was clearly running out.

"You have until the end of the month to pay the $1500 rent, or you're out."

Jake swallowed hard, he desperately needed money, and fast. It was 1:00 PM, and the square was teeming with students, pouring out into the glorious spring sunshine. Laughter and conversation filled the air. Exhausted, Jake stumbled toward his dorm, yearning for a long nap. That's when he saw her out of the corner of his eye.

A stunning young succubus was handing out glossy black and gold flyers beside the entrance. Like all succubae, she was captivating and flawless--blemish-free skin, youthful appearance, and luscious brown curls cascading luxuriously over her shoulders. Behind her, a slender tail swayed playfully from side to side, signalling excitement. She wore a crimson silk blouse that clung to her generous bosom, and skin-tight black trousers accentuating the perfect curves of her derriere. Her bright, feminine-pink fingernails further added to her striking beauty. She effortlessly blended sophistication with casual charm, while radiating an undeniable allure.

Vivacious and confident, she sparked up conversations with ease.

Succubae and vampires were infamous on campus, they were hotter, more enticing and dangerous. Everyone knew to stay clear, yet for some, they were too captivating to resist. Humans were drawn in by their intoxicating and irresistible charm--and once ensnared, their life force was drained through sexual intercourse. Jake had heard rumours of students going missing, their essence consumed in the throes of ecstasy. Of course, no one took them seriously, they were just gossip. Jake sighed; he didn't have time for another nightclub promotion. He quickened his pace, hoping to avoid her. But her eyes locked onto his, her lips curling into a teasing smile and face gleaming with mischief. Before he could escape, she stepped confidently into his path, cutting him off.

"Looking for quick, easy money? We're paying $2500 a night for human dishes to satisfy our supernatural clientele at The Velvet Feast."

Her voice was sultry, dripping with promise, and her eyes wide with excitement. Jake stopped dead in his tracks, perking up, $2500 a night? That's enough to pay rent and clear his overdraft in one evening! She smoothly slipped the flyer into his hand, it was made from premium black paper, adorned with decorated borders and golden writing. He glanced at the bold lettering along the top:

The Velvet Feast

A Taste of You. A Feast for Them.

Join the banquet of Flesh & Ecstasy and earn $2500 Per Night

Succubi, vampires, and creatures of the night hunger for the most exquisite delicacy--You.

Become their irresistible indulgence

Surrender your body to pleasures beyond mortal imagination as you are tasted, worshipped, and devoured in the most luxurious dining experience imaginable.

Tonight, you could be the featured course.

Do you have the appetite to serve?

Jake's heart raced. These were erotic dining halls, secretive and opulent establishments where humans willingly became the main course. There, they were tasted, kissed, drained and devoured by beings of otherworldly beauty. Jake stood still, caught between wonder and incredulity. He had heard rumours; these places were notorious and dangerous. Humans signed contracts, waiving their rights and their bodies, absolving clientele of any potential mishaps. Once inside, there were no safe words, only pleasure... and consumption. The succubus leaned in; her warm breath caressed his ear as she whispered.

"I'm serving at the Velvet Feast tonight; I hope to see you there. Maybe I'll have the pleasure of bringing you to the table... fresh, ripe, and ready to be tasted," she teased, flashing him a cheeky wink before sauntering off, her hips swayed seductively with each step.

Jake stood motionless as a burst of arousal shamefully bulged beneath his jeans. The thought of being paid to experience pleasure, to be consumed, worshipped, and devoured by breathtaking creatures sent his young, sex-driven mind into overdrive. He quickly folded the flyer and stuffed it away in his jacket pocket, strolling to his nearby dorm room. However his pulse continued to race, he couldn't stop thinking about The Velvet Feast. These beautiful, inhuman creatures stirred the darkest corners of human imagination--beings that were as deadly as they were alluring. Yet beneath the fear, the thought of being so intimately claimed by one, of surrendering completely to them, made his skin flush and his body ache with desire.

Later that afternoon, Jake sat across the circular dorm room table, sharing a Domino's pizza with his best friend, Jonathan. The rich aroma of pepperoni and melted cheese filled the air as they absentmindedly watched Planet of the Apes, although Jake's mind was on other things. His thoughts kept coming back to The Velvet Feast, barely registering the TV when Jonathan abruptly turned to him, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You have two weeks left to pay rent, and your bank account's deep in the red," he muttered, eyeing him sceptically. "What the hell are you going to do?"

"Well...." Jake exhaled slowly before removing a crumpled flyer from his jacket pocket and sliding it across the table.

"I'm planning to attend an interview this evening," he said with a wry smile.

"Successful applicants will get to work tonight as... human dishes," he smirked, although his voice showed a hint of unease as he awaited his reaction.

Jonathan's eyes widened. "No fricking way," he muttered, snatching the golden flyer, running his fingers over the smooth, velvety surface with an almost nostalgic reverence.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Have you heard of it?"

Jonathan chuckled, sighing wistfully. "Heard of it?" He grinned, leaning back in his chair. "I worked there for one night during my first year, I was desperate for cash."

Jake blinked, his mouth gaping open. "Wait, seriously? You got paid to be... a human dish?"

"A night of hot, mind-blowing sex with the most exquisite succubae and vampires imaginable," he said with a slow, hypnotic voice. "They don't just f*** you... they nibble, savour, and dine on you--indulging in every inch like you're a luxury desert. It's a heavenly and deeply sensual experience."

"Your body kind of melts into theirs. You give a part of yourself to them, and in return they give you ecstasy like nothing else." His eyes briefly fluttered shut, reminiscing the experience.

Jake gazed at him, with a mix of awe and unease. "But... they drain you, your life force, your blood." He hesitated for a moment. "Isn't that risky? I've heard rumours..."

Jonathan scoffed, cutting him off. "Don't believe every conspiracy you read on internet forums; it's all unproven hearsay. If they were doing anything shady, the police would've shut them down long ago." He casually crossed his arms, his expression cool and relaxed.

"Think of it like giving blood, but sexier. You wake up drained and hung over the next day. But oh man, it was one of the best nights of my life. Totally worth it--but definitely a once-in-a-lifetime thing." Jake gave a nervous chuckle; Jonathan was always the happy-go-lucky type. He glanced at the flyer again, his heart pounding with excitement, and a twinge of concern.

"Come on Jake," Jonathan said, his tone turning dead serious.

"Jackson is about to evict you. Your credit rating is shot to pieces. And now you have the opportunity to get laid, earn thousands of bucks, and settle all your money worries in one night.

He leaned further forward, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands firmly on the table. "You'd be a fool to turn this opportunity down."

Jake exhaled, wavering for a second, then carefully tucked the flyer back in his pocket. "You're right, they're interviewing today at 5:00 PM, If I shower now, I can make it," he said with determination, standing up and setting out his smart evening clothes, black trousers and a posh navy shirt.

"I want to know every scandalous detail tomorrow," Jonathan called as Jake rushed into the bathroom. "And good luck."

The warm shower cascaded over his skin, soothing his tense muscles, but it did little to calm his racing thoughts. Nerves fluttered in his stomach, caught between anticipation and uncertainty. What was he getting himself into? Jake closed his eyes as a rush of fear and exhilaration coursed through him. He needed to make a good first impression. It was Thursday afternoon, and with no classes until Monday, he had plenty of time to recover.

He thought about how the endless late-night study sessions and relentless exams sapped his social life. His nights weren't spent partying in swanky nightclubs or chasing hot women. They were spent devouring pizza and playing video games with his best friend. And now, he was about to walk into a secretive world of demonic indulgence, to surrender himself over to them. The thought of being touched, tasted, and savoured by creatures of ethereal beauty sent chills down his spine. What Jonathan didn't know was that Jake was a virgin. But tonight, would change everything...

Jake sat in the back of the taxi, fidgeting uncontrollably, adrenaline surging as the taxi crept toward the ornamental iron gates. The secretive nature surrounding the place only heightened his nerves, it was completely sealed off from the outside world. The entrance was flanked by high, imposing brick walls, topped with coils of barbed wire. As they approached the intercom, the taxi driver glanced at Jake through the rear-view mirror and exhaled slowly.

"Are you sure you want to go inside? Say the word, and I'll turn around immediately," he murmured, his voice tinged with concern.

Jake froze, tensing up. Does he know what this is? Then, clearing his throat, he replied. "Yes... I have an interview," he muttered, too embarrassed to elaborate. The driver, a balding man in his fifties, let out a gentle sigh before reaching for the intercom button. A burst of static crackled through the speaker.

"I'm escorting a young man to an interview at your establishment," he said, only to be followed by a pause that seemed to last forever--until a smooth, sultry, and unmistakable feminine voice finally responded.

"Interview? Please come inside, we're always looking for... fresh candidates," she purred, her tone was low and inviting.

Seconds later, a low mechanic contraption whirred, unlocking the gates as they slowly creaked open. Jake pressed his shaky hands against his quivering knees, trying to steady himself. As soon as they passed through, the gates clanked shut behind them, sealing him inside. His chest tightened, he should've expected this--access to exclusive... supernatural venues like this were always tightly controlled, concealed from prying human eyes. He gulped, taking a deep breath as his pulse thundered in his ears. There was no going back now, he was both petrified and exhilarated in equal measure.

The taxi rolled up a long, meandering driveway, lined with towering pine trees. As they neared, the meticulously manicured garden came into view, with vibrant flowerbeds and neatly trimmed grass. Then he saw it, his mouth gaped open as he gazed at the grand French chateau-style mansion before him. Built with cream-coloured limestone bricks and deep, decorated navy-slated roofing, it was a masterpiece of architectural design. In the emerging twilight, the stone and slate glowed softly, giving the place an almost ethereal beauty.

The taxi made its way onto the luxurious driveway, a stunning geometric design, crafted from greyish-blue stone pavers. The smoothly polished surface appeared to be tumbled marble, the kind that's reserved for aristocratic estates. Jake exhaled, taking in the place. The mansion before him was an opulent fantasy, a secretive world of decadence and ecstasy. But beneath its beauty there was an undercurrent of danger--rumours of missing guests lingered in the back of his mind. He promptly shook his head, dismissing them as nothing more than conjecture and conspiracies. Squinting, he noticed something strange, the windows cast a lovely golden light--yet the glass was blurred out. It was clearly designed so that whatever happened inside wouldn't attract unwanted attention.

"Good luck," the taxi driver muttered, before unlocking the doors with a metallic click. Jake nodded stiffly, too nervous to speak. He exited the taxi and approached the grand double doors. They were solid black, high-gloss, featuring glass panels--another hallmark of French chateau beauty. The entire place had an aristocratic, renaissance feel to it, he felt overwhelmed.

At that moment, a stunning pearly-white Bentley Mulsanne pulled up the driveway. Jake glanced over; his breath caught--stepping out was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. The woman was strikingly beautiful, her youthful figure accentuated by black stockings and suspenders, peeking teasingly beneath her stylish trench coat. Her stiletto heels tapped rhythmically against the stone driveway as she sauntered effortlessly toward the entrance. As she passed him, she turned towards Jake. Her eyes, hidden beneath sleek, dark sunglasses seemed to lock onto him. A sly smile spread across her face as she parted her scarlet lips seductively, revealing gleaming white fangs... she was a vampire. With tantalizing slowness, she traced a delicate finger along her neck, subtly mimicking where she'd bite if she had the chance. Before he could react, she smoothly turned away and strolled inside.

His breathing quickened, overcome with a mix of excitement and dread. The distant purrs of approaching engines pulled him out of his trance. He saw more luxury vehicles gliding up the drive, one after another their doors opened to reveal exquisite demonesses. A pair of succubae emerged from one car, dressed in satin evening dresses, one crimson and the other navy blue--each clinging to their voluptuous figures. The side slits in their dresses revealed lithe, supple legs as they casually strolled toward the entrance. Hesitating for a moment, Jake followed behind them, slipping through the entrance and into the foyer, where a queue had begun to form.

In front of him, a stunning vampire stood in line, clad in a deep wine-coloured satin dress, stirring with each subtle movement. She was quickly waved through without question by the two succubae manning the doors. As Jake stepped forward, he froze, immediately recognising one of them--her luscious brown hair and sultry voice as she interacted with the guests. It was the succubus who handed him the flyer at the university entrance. He blinked, clearing his head, then finally spoke.

"I'm Jake, I've come for the interview," he managed, the sheer weight of tonight already pressing down on him.

Her face lit up at the sight of him. "I'm so glad you could attend the interview," she purred, tilting her head playfully.

"My name's Sasha, come right this way." She motioned for him to come forward. Jake followed, but his eyes betrayed him, drifting down to her perfectly round derriere, swaying deliciously against her sleek black pencil skirt. Just above the rim of the skirt, a subtle back slit offered a tantalizing glimpse of classy black stockings, hugging her toned thighs. Peering lower, he saw her glossy black high-heeled shoes click rhythmically against the polished flooring. Forcing himself to look up, she wore a high-collared white blouse with ruffled sleeves, tucked beneath a fitted black waistcoat that emphasised her hourglass figure. Her hands were covered in elegant, black silk gloves, giving her a touch of mystique. Jake tried to keep pace as his mind raced. She turned around, flashing him a mischievous smile.

"Come on, don't be shy," she teased, beckoning him forward with a single curl of her index finger.

"You'll find the main restaurant hall quite revealing..." At that point he noticed a small oval badge pinned to her jacket, it featured crimson filigree lettering: The Velvet Feast. His throat tightened; this was an exclusive, upmarket establishment--they expected excellence, and only the finest offerings would be accepted. They turned around a tight corner, as she led him down a winding staircase.

Upon entering the dining hall, Jake gasped at the sight before him. The restaurant was vast and opulent, the floors were a mesmerizing mix of polished black marble with streaking white veins and plush red carpets, decorated with thick roses, laid underneath the dining tables. They were large, oversized, and oval shaped, made from rich mahogany, draped in luxurious silks of gold, blue and reds.

Each dining table was capable of supporting a human, or multiple human dishes comfortably. Every one featured a discreet curtain rail with cream velvet curtains, some were already drawn shut. Peering closer, he saw the faint silhouettes of feminine creatures riding on top of human figures, writhing in ecstasy. At another table, with the curtains drawn, he glimpsed a shadowy outline of a vampiress plunging her fangs delicately into the neck of a restrained man. Her hands cradling the back of his head, lost in rapturous indulgence.

He could hear soft moans, as both demonesses and humans shuddered in ecstasy, Jake pulled his gaze away, his breath quickening. At the other tables, feminine creatures lounged in designer lingerie and flowing silk dresses, their eyes wide with hunger as they eagerly awaited their meal. Some turned toward Jake, their tongues swirling over their lips. Two cute succubae in evening dresses, seated nearby blew him a teasing kiss, causing him to stagger slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure. Glancing upward, he saw six chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room. The lighting was low, almost intimate, giving the place a dreamlike feel, a carefully curated environment for indulgent feeding. Adding to the sultry ambience was a soft, sensual jazz--the kind of music that slipped into the air and beneath the curtains, without disturbing the decadent feasts unfolding within. Nearing the end of the dining hall, Sasha plucked a menu from an empty corner table and handed it to him.

"Here's a little preview," she purred with a sly smile. "Our mouth-wateringly hot human dishes. You'll get a taste of what kind of delicacy you might become." She cocked her head playfully to one side and gave her left leg a flirty little kick behind her. Jake opened the menu, it was printed on premium paper, elegantly bound and professional designed. His eyes widened as he took in the erotic descriptions, his mouth falling open in a stunned mix of shock... and arousal.

The Velvet Feast Dining Menu

Main courses

Barely-Legal Treat-- Honey-Soaked & Aroused.

A barely-legal delicacy, tender and blushing with innocence. Marinated in our signature aphrodisiac honey blend. Presented with legs spread, her ripened cunt glistening--wet and ready to be tasted.

Brazilian Trans Temptation -- Submissive & Erect

A 19-year-old trans beauty, served fully erect and brimming with fresh cum. This beautiful, throbbing 8-inch delicacy is steeped in lust and lightly brushed with vanilla glaze. Her quivering hole is gently warmed and sweetened for intimate tasting.

Young Twin Students--Slick & Buttered.