A few hours after laying down, Jack was awoken by the distinct feeling of something heavy crawling on top of him. His eyes shot open in the dimly moonlit room to see the horned blue face of Eleanor smiling impishly down at him. She held a finger playfully to her lips, signaling for him to be quiet, and then leaned down towards his face.

Jack winced and turned away, bracing for the searing hot burn of her skin, but instead the gentle brushing of soft, cool lips against the side of his neck, and shivered with pleasure as she moaned gently in his ear.

"Don't worry" she whispered. "I cast a spell on you before you woke up. I won't burn you."

Jack went to say something in response, but before he could get a sound out of his mouth, she laid her hand over his mouth and hushed him before gently nibbling on his earlobe.

She leaned back, sitting straddled across him, and with a shrug of each shoulder the top half of her paper thin night dress fell off, revealing a set of large, perfectly shaped breasts like two moonlit blue grapefruit. She grinned devilishly down at him when she saw his jaw drop open, and as if to egg him on further, gently shook her shoulders so they swayed back and forth hypnotically. Something told Jack he shouldn't be staring at them with his mouth open like a virgin moron, but the part of his brain that seemed to be in control of those sorts of things had completely shorted out by this point, apparently, because he couldn't seem to stop himself from doing so.

Eleanor grinned evilly, and leaned down again, pressing her body against his, and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He felt the edge of her tongue trace up and down the soft of his throat, and he shuddered. As she did so, he felt a warm wave of pleasure wash over the area. Moments later, he felt a gentle nip of her teeth against his throat, and felt another wave of pleasure rush through his body. He'd never been with a woman in any way whatsoever, although if this is what being touched in this way always felt like, he'd never want to do anything else ever again. God, he thought, wishing for a harem was the best decision he had ever made.

Eleanor moaned as she continued to pay attention to his neck, kissing and gently sucking on the area she had nibbled. Jack felt his blood roaring in his ears, and after a minute or so of her teasing him in this way, he began to feel completely lightheaded and almost dizzy with ecstasy.

As if on cue, Eleanor sat up, arching her back and wiping her mouth with a satisfied look on her face. It might have just been a trick of the light, but her lips and the corners of her mouth appeared darker than normal. And reddish.

And there was something darkish and reddish smeared across the back of her hand where she wiped her mouth.

Jack had a creeping sense of dread crawl through his brain, and he slowly reached a hand up to where she had been nuzzled into his neck. He felt something a small spot of something wet, and when he pulled his fingers back, they were covered in something dark and red and sticky.

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He panicked, and tried to jerk upright, but Eleanor's hand pushed firmly against his chest and pressed him back down to the ground, her mouth twisting into a smirk as she slowly and seductively shook her head no.

Jack looked up at Eleanor with a look of fear and confusion, and some part of him wanted to scream for help and fight her off, but he, for whatever reason, found himself utterly enthralled by her. He couldn't seem to find a means to speak, but his eyes apparently said enough, because she leaned her mouth down to her ear and whispered "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted a taste."

She sighed contentedly in his ear and added "Your blood is delicious. Heros are even yummier than I thought."

Finding his words for the first time whispered back "are you a vampire?"

Eleanor sat up with a jolt, and gave him a look that implied he'd said something somehow offensive.

"No! I'm a Tiefling! Blood is our preferred food, silly!" She scoffed quietly.

"Oh, well, sorry. I don't really know anything about Tieflings. Sorry if I offended you." He said.

Eleanor smiled her wicked smile again. "It's okay. You can make it up to me by letting me have some more!"

"No way! What if you take too much and kill me?" Jack whispered back, apparently loud enough that Eleanor had to clap her hand over his mouth again.

"I won't ever surprise you with it again. I promise to ask first next time, and if you feel anything bad, I will stop." Eleanor replied quietly, and then added with a wink "I will make it up to you in other ways too, if you want me to."

Jack felt himself get flush in the face again. He really hoped Eleanor wasnt feeling how aroused he was between her legs as she straddled him. He found his eyes continually drawn back to her bare breasts, which she made a point of pointing out.

"You can look at them and touch them as much as you want before and during me eating. And I promise to make every second feel amazing. My mom was a Succubus, so I'm really good at that sort of thing" She said. "And besides, blood tastes a whole lot better when the person is excited, so it's a win for me too if I get you super worked up. So, what do you say?"

Eleanor looked down at him with a look that urged him to say yes, and as if to make things even harder to refuse, she was slowly and deliberately undulating her hips to grind against him.

"Okay. Fine." Jack said with a sigh. "But only when no one else is around, only when I say so, and you do anything I want before, during, and after you feed. Oh, and you have to teach me more magic stuff."

"Deal!" Eleanor said, beaming. "So, can I have more?"

"What, you mean now?" Jack said.

"Yes now, silly. I'm still hungry!" She said, giving the same half arousing half frightening look as before.

Before Jack could reply, however, Rose's breath caught, and she coughed and moaned as she woke up. Eleanor quickly and quietly clambered off of him, pulled her dress back on and slid onto her bed roll without a sound a few seconds before Jack saw Rose sit up, bleary eyed, and look around for a moment before she laid back down. Within a minute she was snoring again, and Eleanor rolled on her side and met his gaze, which was a mixture of disappointment and desire.

"You owe me, mister hero." She said.

"I will make it up to you." He replied.

"You'd better." She said, giving him one final smirk. "Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight."

Eleanor turned onto her other side, and within a minute or two was fast asleep.

Jack, for his part, had no idea how he was going to get to sleep ever again after this.