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.