I knock on York's door quietly. It was still relatively early in the morning, and I didn't want to wake any of the Royal Navy girls. I hear the latch snap back and the door opens, revealing York in her nightwear, although she was at least covering most of her skin with a black dressing gown.
She smiles at me and whispers. "Ah… I see breakfast has arrived…" She giggles at her own joke before pulling me inside, closing and locking the door afterwards.
She flicks the kettle on in preparation, already aware that I would want a cup of tea this early in the morning. Tomorrow was her last day as my secretary. The thought saddened me, far more than I thought it would. But then, at the very least, I would still see her everyday for her feeding.
Speaking of, she picks up the bottle she normally uses and moves closer as I sit down in her leather reading chair. "Thy arm… if thou pleases, O Commander." I obediently give her my arm and she dutifully drains me of a couple drops of blood, sealing the wound with a band aid gently.
She sits on the armrest and bends down towards me, giving me a quick peck on the forehead in thanks. I desperately try to avoid looking down her ample cleavage as it's displayed to me, but fail utterly.
She tuts amused. "Why… my dear Commander… ogling mine own body in such a sinful way…"
She stands up, and I feel breath stick in my throat as she undoes the sash of her dressing gown, and drops it to the floor, fully revealing her silky nightwear.
"I am changing my garments… Commander. Close thine eyes…" I obediently close my eyes tightly shut, the sound of her stripping right in front of me, tantalisingly close. Why couldn't she change before I arrived? I knew the answer full well, because then that wouldn't be any fun… would it?
A minute later she calls out. "All done." I open my eyes and behold the beautiful woman in her military garb. She still looked stunning, just as she always did.
She pouts at me unexpectedly. "Thou never attempts a peek… I do not know whether to be impressed or worried… Doth thou not find my form worthy of thy gaze?"
I blush lightly but respond to her teasing sharply. "You would only scold me if I did York…" I was quite glad that I had become somewhat accustomed to her teasing, enough to defend myself at times, rather than be rendered speechless, although she still had the upper hand the majority of the time.
She chuckles. "True enough." She drinks her concoction of blood as she always does, as she hands me a cup of tea which I promptly finish quickly. I had something I wanted to do…
My heartbeat feels like it's rushing through my head. I do my best to stop my body from shaking with nerves as I call out. "So… York…"
"Yes, Commander? Cat got thy tongue? Thou look positively scared?" She gives me one of her teasing fanged grins.
I blush heavily. Damnit… I didn't have the confidence for this… This was a mistake… I…
Suddenly I'm taken by surprise as York calls out. "Come now. Say thy piece. Words are meant to be spoken, not minced."
It's like she was challenging me… I muster as much courage as I can and continue speaking.
"Tomorrow… is your last day as my secretary…"
York smiles sadly. "Yes… I will admit, I shall miss it. It has been most pleasant. My thanks, Commander."
"Well…um… yes. And… as I'm sure you know… I always like to get my secretary's a little something… A gift to say thanks…" I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out the two theatre tickets I had purchased.
I hold them out to her. "I know that you haven't finished your secretarial duties yet… but… well the show is for tonight, so… yea…"
I gulp loudly, trying my best to slow my rapidly beating heart. "And… there's two so you can take… somebody… a friend… perhaps… or…?"
York is watching me like a hawk, and I cannot discern the expression on her face whatsoever, and I feel my cheeks heating up. She doesn't even move to take the tickets.
"Commander…" She speaks quietly and pauses before looking down at the floor sadly.
My heart sinks… oh god… she saw through it… she was going to say no… she was pitying me… My chest clenches in pain and I start to panic.
"I cannot accept such a gift… Not when I have taken so much from thee already…"
Immediately, I'm confused. What? She meant feeding on me? We'd been over this…
She looks at me quizzically for a few seconds. "Why art thou confused? I hath gorged myself on thee for two weeks… Time thou could have spent elsewhere… I do not deserve a gift for such actions… Thou hath given me thy lifeforce, repeatedly… that is more than adequate."
She trails off and looks at the tickets again, then back at me. Her turquoise eyes widen, and a blush shoots up her neck. "…unless…" She looks at me, understanding dawning in her eyes as she looks at the expression clear on my face.
"…Commander… are you proposing a romantic rendezvous between us?"
A what? A romantic…rendez…
Oh. A date…
The realization hits me, and I burn bright red, I burn so much that my whole face must be on fire. "um…."
I kick myself. Really? Um. Is that all I could manage?
While York had been blushing in surprise, she has quickly regained her composure and is now eying me playfully. "It's a simple question Commander… perhaps I shall phrase it another way. If that is a gift for me, I shalt not accept it… but if thou hath other intentions…"
She leaves the sentence there, teasing me with a sultry smile.
I remember Howe's words: "You need to be brave, you need to be bold, she'll admire that more."
I try my best to steady my beating heart and my rapid breathing, trying to rid myself of the bright red blush that has formed on my cheeks.
"That depends… do you want it to be?" I manage to stop myself stuttering, and at least sound like I'm speaking with a margin of confidence.
This time it's York's turn to blush slightly before she laughs lightly and clasps her hands together excitedly. "Well said, O Commander. I do respect one who is not rendered completely speechless by my charm. As for thine answer…"
She smiles and her sharp fangs peek out from her lips just slightly. "I would certainly value the opportunity. I look forward to thou courting me… And say, what time is our…"
She pauses, giving me a sly wink that sends a shiver down my spine along with a confidant grin. "…date."
I feel my cheeks heating up once again, it was so hard to keep my composure around the seductive vampiress.
"Um… just after our shift. 9:00 o'clock."
"Splendid. I await it eagerly. Though… I feel I should warn you… I am a noblewoman of the Royal Navy… I expect to be treated with respect. That is all I ask of thee… Though I must say… it took thou longer than anticipated…"
"You… expected me to ask?"
She looks unusually embarrassed, playing with a thin strand of her pink hair idly. "I… no. I am not so brazen as to expect thou to court me just because I willed it… but I hoped. I have not exactly been subtle in my affections… I hoped thou would catch on soon enough, and make thy decision."
I'm confused. Subtle in her affections? I thought that was York just being… well York.
She giggles at my confused face. "Why Commander… I would not allow just anyone to steal my first kiss, even for something as enticing as their blood. I would not permit them the touch of my lips on a daily basis… nor their hands upon my body. Only you have had that privilege… And perhaps… you can earn the privilege for even more…" She winks yet again, and my mind spins at her words and what they insinuate.
"You… could have said something… rather than wait for me?" I don't mean to accuse her or anything, it's just a fact.
"Of course. But thou was so fun to play with… thou still are. Besides. I am a lady of the Royal Navy, I expect to be courted by the man, not to be the one courting. There is a tradition to these things Commander. And… I was unsure of thy feelings on the matter, but…"
She smiles at me, not a sultry teasing smile, but a genuinely warm one. "I'm glad. That you had the courage to ask. I… truly look forward to it. I… like you. Commander." She speaks from the heart, that much is clear and I smile back.
"I… like you too York." I admit, my skin burning and ears steaming. Yet… it also felt good… so good, to finally admit it to her face.
"Of course. It's only natural. I am Aphrodite incarnate, and I have such a beautiful, kind soul." She grins, back to her confidant self once again.
I laugh and motion towards the door. "We should… um… get to work."
"Indeed. Let us get that dreadful paperwork out of the way and look forward to… a more… romantic evening." Her turquoise eyes watch me with a teasing glint and I shift nervously.
The thought of this evening both frightened and intrigued me. It had been a very long time since I had been on a date… I had never made it particularly far in any relationships I had in the past, and I was terrified of messing it up. But… we would just have to see… York… meant a lot to me… more than I could even admit to her…
The theatre itself was an upper-class affair. A grand hall in the centre of town, popular, and with a price to match. I wait outside nervously, waiting for my date. I had chosen some straight black trousers and a white shirt, alongside a black blazer. I thought that it looked good, at least in the mirror, and struck the balance between formal and casual well.
I idly fiddle with my watch, trying to take my mind off York and the evening plans we had. God… I was so nervous… there were so many ways this could go badly… I didn't want to fuck up. If things went poorly… York still needed to feed off me… and that could make things incredibly awkward.
My thoughts are swept away when I hear a call. "O Commander!" Immediately upon hearing her voice, I smile, a warm fuzzy feeling growing in my chest. Would I ever tire of hearing that sweet, refined accent calling me?
I turn and find her smiling at me, her fangs hidden behind her lips as her pink hair sways slightly in the wind. She was wearing a dress that bore a striking resemblance to the one she had worn at the ball. There were some minor differences. It showed off slightly less skin, covering her back, and joining with the frilly choker around her neck. But aside from that, was near identical, it must be some different variant of the one she had worn previously.
"You look… wow…" I manage to mutter out, stunned by her beauty yet again. A beauty that I had the pleasure of dating… the thought shocks and excites me. Man… that dress really was lovely… her bright crimson red lipstick contrasts with the pure black beautifully, which in turn highlights her beautifully pale skin.
Her voice once again pulls me from getting too entangled in my head.
"My thanks. Thou looks rather handsome, it must be said." My chest lightens as I smile back at her. All it took was a single compliment… but I feel like I'm on a high, one that I never wanted to come down from. What did this woman do to me? I think I really was bewitched… maybe I was under some form of vampiric spell?
I chuckle at my own thoughts and York cocks her head inquisitively. "Doesn't matter… I was just thinking. Shall we?"
I gesture to the theatre hall and offer her my elbow which she immediately clings to, wrapping her arms around my own tightly. Even her touch… just like that, was electric. I had thought it before… but York might kill me… my heart might give out… oh god… what if she invited me back to her room?
I mean… I'd been there plenty of times in the evening for her feeding… but after a date… the connotations of that…
Stop! Come on, get a grip! It's just first date. Cool your jets. I might not be any good with women. But I knew York. And I knew that I liked her… I just needed to be myself… right? Everything else would fall into place.
We enter the hall, the whisper of conversation bouncing around the large open space. A large stage is set out before us, with the blood-red curtains firmly shut atop it.
York leads the way, choosing to sit further towards the back, she sits down with a sigh and smiles at me. I sit down next to her and prepare to enjoy the show.
I had selected Romeo & Juliet in the end, not for it's romantic themes, but simply because it was the one I recognized. I knew the story of course, who didn't? But I couldn't say I had ever viewed it at the theatre. I didn't really consider it my type of thing. But it has to be said, I ended up enjoying it far more than I thought I would.
But… maybe that had to do with the beautiful lady at my side. Simply knowing that she was enjoying herself. Gasping theatrically at the performances on stage, excitedly watching each actors every move. Knowing that she enjoyed it, meant that I enjoyed it.
I couldn't help but notice how she sat as well. The theatre seats were not really designed for couples to snuggle on exactly, the armrests got in the way. But she did lean towards me, her hands occasionally brushing my own, sending little jolts of heart stopping pleasure shooting down my arm. She had even gripped my thigh at one point and when I turned to look at her, she had simply given me a teasing fanged grin, flexed her fingers then released her grip.
The show ends and we applaud the actors as they bow and it makes me immeasurably happy to see a glint of true wonder and happiness in York's turquoise eyes. She really did like this.
We step out into the brisk night, It was already late, approaching 11 o'clock, and the night wind has a cold edge. York sighs happily, then shivers.
Without even thinking, I immediately take my blazer off and cover her with it. It was hardly thick, and wouldn't really do much, but it at least covered her bare shoulders.
"Why… thou really art a gentleman." She chuckles and gives me a warm smile.
"My thanks, O Commander. Shall we return to port?"
She starts walking in the direction of the port but I quickly stop her.
I give her a sheepish smile. "I…um… was thinking that you might like to… uh…. Dine with me?"
She looks at me surprised for a second, then grins. "I think thou meant, Dine on you."
She laughs lightly at her own joke but replies seriously. "I would love that. Hath thou planned this beforehand, perchance?"
I blush. "I… did. There's a table booked nearby. It's a nice place… I promise."
She smiles and motions for me to lead the way. So, I do. It's not far, only five minutes walk. I had been careful when I booked, I didn't want York walking far in what was probably rather painful footwear, and the bracing night air. However, I had also been selective with the quality of the restaurant. I knew York was discerning diner, so I had spared no expense, securing a table at a well-regarded, and consequently expensive high-class restaurant that I had visited once before.
We quickly arrive, and York promptly hands my blazer back to me with thanks, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. My stomach does loops as she does so, her lips pressing on my cheek as I savour the touch. She had done it so many times, these past two weeks. But that was different… there was a pretence, an exchange for her life. And we were dating now…
The host greets us politely, his eyes only gliding over York's unusual hair colour and perhaps far more unusual, her pointy ears, for but a second, before smiling professionally and bringing us to the table I had booked.
It was lit by romantic candlelight, tucked away in the back corner, away from many of the other diners. On the table was a vase, where a bunch of roses stood, blossoming with beautiful crimson petals. None of the other tables had this setting, as it was something I had organized when I had booked, for an extra fee, of course.
York turns to me, a rare blush on her neck. "My… the theatre…. then fine dining, by candlelight no less…. And a bunch of roses. You really are trying, aren't you? Aww..." She speaks commonly as her blush worsens and she holds her hands to her chest.
I can feel my own cheeks heat up. Was it too much? She seemed to appreciate it, but still… it felt like it was too much… but I didn't know what York expected… so I thought it would be better to pull out all the stops rather than not. I really, really wanted to get this right.
Her blush remains but she speaks in her classic tongue once again. "I love it, Commander. Truly. Making such an effort woo me, tis admirable… thou art most generous. I appreciate such sentiments. My thanks."
She gives me a quick peck, this time on the lips before we sit down, and my heart skips a beat. She liked it? She liked it!
I have to try my hardest to slow my excited beating heart, which feels like it's going to tear itself out of my chest any moment.
The waiter materialises almost immediately with a drink's menu, but I already know what I'm going to order. I point towards one of the most expensive bottles of red wine for us to share, a lovely aged Pinot Noir.
York's eyes regard me coolly as I order it, but the second the waiter disappears to fetch the bottle she speaks.
"Thou should be more careful with thy wage. I like to be treated… true. But I have no wish to leave thee destitute." There's a hint of concern behind her confidant fanged smile.
She was worried I was spending too much on her. I smile but reply truthfully. "I've always wanted to try it… but I've never been able to justify the price for me alone… so it's not just for your sake… honest. Although it is definitely a bonus that I get to buy you an expensive drink and look like a gentleman."
She chuckles. "Very well. I'm sure I will like it, just as long as thou understands that showering me with luxury is not necessary… The monetary value of a gift is superfluous. Tis the thought behind said gift that counts when it comes to a woman's heart, Commander. Nonetheless… thou hast my thanks."
The waiter returns with a flourish, uncorking the bottle and pouring York's from behind her shoulder, then doing the same for me. We both give our thanks and take a sip. It has a lightly fruity tone, which is quickly washed away by the strength of the actual alcohol itself. I hum in appreciation. Man it was expensive, but it was good.
I notice York appreciating hers and shoot her a smile. She swirls her glass gently in her hand before taking another sip, then daintily setting it back down on the table before picking up the menu.
I follow suit and quickly decide on arancini with arrabiata sauce for my starter. York peruses the exhaustive menu for slightly longer, before settling on smoked salmon terrine. Neither options were cheap, but hers was certainly cheaper than mine.
After we order our starters, we sip our drinks and smile at each other awkwardly. In the theatre, there had been an event to focus on… something to divert our attention from one another. Now we sat opposite, awkwardly waiting for the other to say something.
I can feel my cheeks heating up at the silence. I didn't know what to say. What to ask about. All possible subjects had fled my mind, my nerves getting the better of me, while York sat there with her familiar aura of confidence and sexuality.
But, then, I notice something. Her hand creeps up to her ear, and she starts fiddling with one of her golden earrings idly, just flexing it between her long fingers.
Before I can stop myself, a question has left my lips. "You're nervous?"
A patch of red slowly creeps up her neck, which she promptly suppresses. How could she control her blushes so well? It took a lot to fully embarrass her, that was for certain.
She looks at me inquisitively, full of false bravado. "What makes thou think such a thing?"
I grin, finally having the advantage over her for a change. "You have a tell."
She raises an eyebrow at me in surprise. "I do?"
"You play with your hair… or your earrings, when your nervous or embarrassed."
She looks at me shocked for a second and consciously stops her hand from fidgeting away at her ear, placing it on the table.
"Hm. I had not noticed… How observant, Commander…"
She sighs, then looks at me sadly. "I… yes. I admit my nerves might be on edge… just slightly. I am not like my sisters… Wales or George. I'm not used to… courting… or dates, and I have no wish to befoul the evening with my inexperience. Sorry… Commander."
I smile at her. "Hey, no need to apologize, we're just here to enjoy one another's company… don't think too hard about it." I can't help but wince at the irony of my words. I had previously been freaking out, terrified of fucking it up somehow… I still was.
She smiles warmly and leans forward on the table. "So… hath thou courted many times? If one does not mind mine inquisitiveness"
I shift uncomfortably. I mean… at least it was a topic of conversation I suppose… I just wish it hadn't been my past love life.
I tell a white lie with a smile. "No, that's fine."
I continue truthfully. "To be honest… It's been a while… a very long while since I've done this… I haven't been out for many dates… and they have never ended well, the relationships, that is."
She cocks her head at me, her gaze piercing. "And why is that?"
I gulp nervously. "I… don't really know? I always had work… I had to cancel a couple of times. I was younger then too, less mature. And I think they just weren't right for me… they never made me… feel things, you know?"
She raises a singular eyebrow and uncovers a fang with a thin-lipped smile. "Do you feel things with me?"
I nod, feeling my whole body melt in embarrassment. But it was true. I was drunk off her aura, her oozing sexuality, her confidence. Even when she showed a softer side… I found it adorable, just being in her presence tightened my chest and sent palpitations through my beating heart.
I try my best to stop my train of thought, instead changing the subject. "So… what about you?"
She smiles demurely. "There's not much to tell… there are two versions of me… my serving history as a ship… and the woman… the vampire, that I am now. Neither are of particular interest. I am a strong battleship. As are all my sisters. I hath some notable victories to my name, one supposes. My battle against Scharnhorst is probably my favourite…"
"I heard about that. I hear that she holds a bit of a grudge."
York laughs and waves her hand. "Yes, well, she's quite welcome to a rematch, I'll beat her easily, just as I did back then. Foolish Ironblood…"
She hums to herself and taps the table. "What else? I love literature, although I assume thou hath already deducted such. Horror in particular, I find fascinating."
"Why horror?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"I… there's something about it… rarely in a horror story does the monster actually win. The light, the heroes always survive eventually. But there are so many twists and turns in the plot to get there… the unexpected at every turn, death… and suffering. But the monster always dies… eventually, even if the road there is paved with hardship."
She gazes at me with such intensity, her bright blood-red lips curling into a smile once more.
Before I can reply. Our starters arrive. I'm hungry, it's quite late, and I had deliberately not eaten, as I had hoped that York would accept my offer of dining together. My stomach rumbles as I ravenously demolish the plate infront of me, trying my best to slow my bites and act with a modicum of dignity.
York doesn't say anything, but an amused expression does slip onto her face as she eats her own starter gracefully.
After we finish, we are handed the mains menu. I decide on an expensive sirloin steak, medium-rare, just how I like it. My date opts for poached duck breast, garnished with orange slices and dressed with a sweet orange sauce. It sounds rather exotic, compared to my fairly traditional dish.
I quickly try to find a topic to talk about, trying to stop the awkward silence from descending yet again. York sips her expensive wine with an appreciative hum as I talk.
"So… what's it like? Drinking blood?"
"Do you wish to become a bloodsucker, O Commander? Tempted by the thought of digging thou fangs into a victim's neck, and gorging yourself on their nectar?" She asks with a teasing glint in her eye.
"I… um no. I was just wondering what it was like." I pale slightly. I definitely did not want to be a vampire… I quite liked my humanity, thank you very much. Besides… who would keep York fed?
"I imagine it is similar to what thou experiences when I feed… going off thy lustful groans… I wonder, is thou that loud when making love?"
She teases me with a confidant look on her face, pleased at my embarrassment. I try to ignore her prodding words and power through.
"So, it's pleasurable?"
She nods. "Oh… Very…" She rubs her thighs together and winks at me. I mewl inside, man she was so hot when she did that… She knew full well what she was doing to me… didn't she?
I try to redirect my thoughts elsewhere. "So you like it? Being a vampire?"
"I… have come to learn and accept who I am. It even has perks, on occasion. It does not way heavy on my mind… although… one admits, this was not always the case…" She smiles slightly but falters as her expression turns serious.
I respectfully stay silent as she continues. "I must confess… when we spoke about mine own condition. I let a sinful lie slip from my tongue… I am not one for deceit, my apologies."
I try to not show my surprise, she had lied? About what?
"I told thou that I had experienced the pain of starving when I did not realise what I hungered for. Twas false. I knew full well what my fangs craved. I knew instinctively, the second I felt the heat in my chest, the second I was constructed… that I had a thirst for blood."
"But I refused it. I was terrified of it. Scared of what I was. My sisters greeted me warmly on my construction. Wary of mine own appearance, but loving nonetheless. I ran from them, I locked myself in my room…" Her eyes water with a tragic melancholic gaze, and I feel need to say something.
"You don't need to…" She cuts me off with a sad smile.
"Tis ok Commander. I wish to tell thee… If you are to court me… thou must know me, yes? I sinned. I spread deceit. I wish to rectify this… and, truly, there is no one else I would rather tell..."
I halt my protests and nod. If that's what she wanted. It's clear the memories were painful for her however, and I hated seeing her like this. It was such a contrast to her brazen seductive demeanour.
"I stayed in my room for hours… wailing at the walls… cursing those who had constructed me. I refused to feed. Refused to bow to that rising temptation… that monster within. I hated it… hated myself… I was a freak. I cried and cried… until had no more tears to give… then I cried even more. My room awash with the waves of my sadness and despair."
She shakes her head slightly almost like she was ridding herself of the horrible memories. "And then… she came. HMS Vampire. Suddenly… I was not the only one… she gave me hope. I still refused to feed, such an unsightly, horrific thing to do. But as I grew weaker… that little one insisted that I drink… she knew I would only get worse… I wast almost willing to let it take me… the sweet release of eternal darkness. But… in the end, mine own strength won out. She handed me a blood bag… and I drank the first blood I had ever tasted. None of my sisters knew how close I came to despair… how utterly horrified I had truly been by mine own form…"
She continues softly, in a quiet voice as she smiles faintly at me. "…only that little one… and now you, know the truth of my shameful past."
I stare at her dumbfounded, I never knew… She had come to my port some years ago, having already been constructed and transferred to Azur Lane from the Royal Navy.
I reach across the table on instinct and take her hand in my own. She exhales, surprised slightly at the contact and I rub it comfortingly as she gazes at me with intense emotion.
"I'm so sorry you went through that… I don't know what to say… I was scared of you… at first. And I'm so ashamed by that now. You… You are a good person York, really. Your vampirism might not be your fault… but it's a part of you now. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
She smiles warmly. "Of course… I know. I am used to mine own condition now. Sometimes… I still feel a little shame at it… but I knoweth tis hardly my fault. I must keep calm, and carry on with my duties, to the best of my abilities, and the sirens will curse the day they ever fired a shot at me."
I smile back at her flex my grip on her hand and she blushes lightly, enjoying the feeling of my re-assuring touch. I have to quickly break contact as our mains arrive, and we promptly dig in.
Afterwards, we continue talking for a while longer. We both have another bottle of wine to share between us as we discuss various subjects. The awkwardness from earlier seems to have dissipated, either because of the alcohol, or York's heartfelt confession.
She discusses her sisters, her love for all of them, and her steadfast loyalty to the Royal Navy. Then, we talk about me, my background, my upbringing. We both finish the second bottle, and while we're not drunk, I'm definitely a little bit tipsy, just enough to have that warm glow in my heart… or maybe that was simply from just being on a date with York… the most stunning women I had ever had the pleasure of 'courting' as she put it.
My breath is knocked from my chest as York roughly pushes me into the wall. She grins at me, her body gliding close to my own and a needy mewl slips from my lips at the contact. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite... Art thou my Romeo, Commander?"
My chest warms at her words, I recognized the quote, for a change, as it was from the play we had just watched.
After we had left the up-market restaurant, she had led me to a side alley near the restaurant with a teasing grin as she had whispered in my ear. "I'm… still hungry…"
My thoughts return to the present as she pushes her chest against me as she leans in, her lips engulfing mine as her tongue darts out teasingly.
I try my best to reciprocate, wrestling with her lips with my own, pushing back slightly as she holds me against the wall. She breaks the kiss and smiles sweetly, before moving to my ear and whispering in a low husky tone.
"Touch me." It's not a request, it's a demand.
Far be it for me to disappoint, my hands grope her sides, running over the black silk material as I caress her beautiful curves, mushing her flesh softly with my grip.
I don't even care that we're technically in public anymore, my entire body is focused on the pink-haired vampiress before me.
"York… you…. really are gorgeous…" I murmur faintly. Her tongue briefly touches my earlobe and I mewl at the intimate wet feeling. She giggles.
"Such crude words… thy speech lacks elegance… but I understand thy thoughts… I am a resplendent flower." She says it like it's simply a fact, which I suppose it is. Her tongue darts out again, and she runs it down my neck agonisingly slowly, leaving me shuddering with need as I feel her wet saliva coat my skin.
I groan lewdly and my hands descend lower, gripping her rump tightly and squeezing. This time it's her turn to moan softly, her eyes closing at the pleasure before she opens them again, staring at me with heated lust.
She forcefully kisses me again, taking me in a deep passionate kiss before breaking off with a gasp. Her eyes have lost their beautiful soft turquoise, only a fiery crimson hunger remains. York trails kisses down the ridge of my neck as she presses into my body further, her bountiful chest mushing against me as I grope her ass.
Then she bites. Teasingly, lightly. Her fangs brush my skin before she clamps them down. But she doesn't break the skin, just leaving a slight mark before placing more kisses upwards. Then she does it again, bites the skin, just enough to cause me the slightest bit of pain, and cause my body to jolt, expecting the pleasure that came with her feeding.
I whimper. "York…" She does it again, then again, leaving light bite marks down my neck as I squirm at the sensation, my rapidly hardening member presses against her body through my trousers.
Eventually, she pulls away with a sultry thin-lipped smile. "Yes… Commander…?"
I speak slowly, like I'm drunk, my eyes half-lidded, struggling to focus. "… just bite me already…" My tone is one of mild annoyance. Her lips on me feel fantastic, the fangs scraping her neck. But I wanted more… my body wanted… needed, to be bitten, to be fed from, by her.
She giggles. "I am merely playing with my food... It tastes so much sweeter when filled with the passionate fire of lust… But I shall grant thee the sweet touch of mercy."
She stops, settling her lips and suckling at the skin, her tongue running up and down the small patch, tasting the flesh before she finally bites down hard.
I grit my teeth in pain and power through, trying my best to ignore the searing fire running through my body. She presses even closer to me, my boner pressing against her leg as she grinds against me lewdly. The pain slowly recedes as she continues to drink my blood, sucking at my neck thirstily.
A muted giggle slips from her lips against my throat and her body shifts as she presses a knee right up into my crotch, I gasp as my manhood hardens further at the friction she has introduced, and giggles once again as she presses harder, then pulls back, then presses it again, rubbing it up and down through our clothes with her knee.
"I…York…" All I can do is say her name approvingly, letting her know how she was making me feel. The combination of her stimulating my hard-on, and the druglike bliss of her fangs was overwhelming. It felt… fuck…. It felt so good.
I squirm against the wall as she continues to drink, one hand holding me against the wall, the other moving some of her pink hair behind her ear so she can watch my reactions with a teasing glint in her eyes.
She moves again, still attached to my throat, standing up a little straighter and rubbing her thighs against my own, before pressing harder and rubbing them against by boner. I let out a guttural moan, my manhood twitching with need, incensed at being so close to her own crotch, yet so far.
She eventually pulls back, giving me a kiss as she does so. There's still a bit of my blood on her fangs, and I run my tongue over them, cleaning it up and humming into the kiss. She stops and grins at me, her face inches from my own.
"Thou art such a sinful… lustful serpent. Thou wishes to desecrate my sacred garden… pure and beautiful?" York speaks at a whisper, her words soft and full of lust and refinement. She rubs her bare thighs, which peak out from her dress, against my raging boner once again and I mewl submissively. "Such hubris…"
I decide I've had enough of being played with. I might like it… but that didn't mean I couldn't also surprise her.
Quickly, I turn the tables, running my hand up her neck towards her beautiful pointy ears. The second my hand brushes along the edge of one she gasps at contact and whimpers in a husky tone, I grab her shoulder and turn her around, taking her by surprise and pushing her against the wall, swapping our places.
I suckle on her neck, gently at first, then with increasing ferocity as I press myself against her and she groans. "O… Commander… Was mine own teasing too much? Truly… such a vulgar beast thou art… unable to control thy… urg…. Aaahhh!"
She stops talking as she moans lewdly. I had bitten her neck slightly and was running up and down it kissing and nibbling, just as she had done to me mere moments ago.
I glide my hand along the flesh of her ear, reaching the tip before gripping slightly harder and running back down the length, back to her earlobe. Before I realise what I'm doing… I've darted my lips up from her neck, and I caress her unusually shaped ear with my tongue, leaving it shinning with my saliva as she let's out a guttural moan of pleasure at my tender care.
I retreat my lips for but a second and whisper gently. "Sensitive?"
She softly whimpers again but manages to reply shakily. "I…yes… but I…" I return to servicing her ear, running my glistening tongue up and down the pointy ear as she squirms. I was enjoying this. Really enjoying this. It wasn't often that I seemed to have the upper hand, she toyed with me so much. This was my chance to show her that I could fight back, and I wasn't going to waste it.
I gently bite down, and she practically melts against me and she squirms in pleasure. "God…. Commander… I…" She once again fails to get her words out as I nibble up her pointy ear, caressing every point of it with my tongue. She shudders and mewls. I'd never seen her like this before. She was so confidant, assertive, sexual. Reducing her to this felt… weird, but in a good way.
I continue, enjoying being the assertive one for a change, pleasing her by focussing entirely on her ear. I thrust the tip of my tongue down her ear canal, then back up slowly, repeating the action as the vampiress grovels. Eventually, after a couple of minutes, I back off, exhausted.
She's blushing deeply, she's a brighter shade of red than I have ever seen on her. It's a look that is both surprising, yet adorably cute.
However, I am surprised when she glares at me angrily, although the stern effect of her gaze is immediately diminished by the blush crossing her face.
"Why… you! Uncouth… Vulgar… Rude…" She speaks with a hint of anger, but it's mostly mumbled embarrassment.
I immediately hold my hands up and soften my tone and expression. "Hey… hey… sorry. I thought you liked it?" I apologize profusely as my stomach ties itself in knots .
"Focusing on a ladies unbecoming features… such an underhanded tactic…" She grumbles at me, still trying her best to glare at me with her adorable red face.
"Unbecoming? I… wait, are you embarrassed by your ears?"
Her blush worsens as she looks at the ground, her hand going to cover the one facing me. I take her in a sudden hug and whisper to her. "I love them… that's why I wanted to touch them… play with them… but if you didn't like it…"
She shakes her head slowly. "It felt really good… I just… you don't think they are weird?" It takes me a second to realise she's speaking commonly once again. Wow, she really was embarrassed and annoyed.
I hug her tighter. "I think they're beautiful. They're a part of you, a part of your vampire side, but that's fine… in fact… I think they're hot." I gently move her hand and take one in my mouth again and nibble slightly before pulling back.
She squirms slightly but eventually smiles back at me as she regains her usual aura of confidence. "I… my thanks, Commander. Both for thy blood… and the… pleasurable experience before and after…" She glides closer and gives me a quick peck on the lips as she wraps her arms around my arm.
"…and perhaps… most importantly, a lovely evening." She chuckles and pulls me along, heading out of the alley and back to the port.
It doesn't take long, it's not very far. We stand at a crossroads in the path, one leading to the Royal Navy dorms, the other, my quarters. York rubs my shoulder and kisses me once again, deeply, passionately. I can't help but let my tongue wander over her fangs once again.
"Thou truly are obsessed with mine own fangs…" She chuckles. "Well, this where our paths must divide, Commander. My thanks for a fantastic evening… perhaps… we could, partake in another, soon?"
Wait… she was asking me if I wanted to go on another date? She wanted to? I try to stop the buzzing excitement within me from wrenching control of my body and smile at her. "I would love that, York, I really would."
Doubt immediately starts to spread the second I speak, and I quickly follow up. "But... only if you think... that it's suitable? You rely on me to live... I wouldn't want to make that awkward for you."
She laughs. "Why Commander, I appreciate the concern. Tis a moral quandary, that much is true. But tonight was not awkward, was it? I enjoyed myself, as did thee. Ignore such paltry concerns, listen to thy heart..." I nod with a smile, glad that she didn't think much of it.
She waves. "Then I bid thou goodnight and sweet dreams… perhaps of me?" She laughs lightly and winks. "perhaps… you truly are my Adonis…" And with that, she's gone, into the darkness, gracefully walking along the path and entering the dorms.
I stand there, my chest warm, my whole body full of happiness and energy. There was that word again… Adonis? What did that mean exactly? Something important to York, certainly… I'd have to search it up… but maybe that would be rude… maybe I should ask her?
I shrug the questions off. Regardless, we had both enjoyed ourselves… perhaps more than necessary, thinking back to our steamy make-out session. God… I wanted more of that, just more of her. More dates, more meals with her, just to be around her as much as I could. I chuckle to myself. Man… I really was obsessed. I had definitely fallen for her… and, perhaps, she had equally fallen for me?