Jill Mastrano Dragomir (surpriseroyal) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2014-07-07 18:09:00 |
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When Jill had contacted Jean for a feeder, she hadn’t expected the other girl to offer herself. It was just that in the short interaction they’d had, Jean had come across as caring and helpful. She seemed to be someone who could at least not immediately balk at what Jill was, and be able to help. Certainly, she was much more approachable than Jill’s own roommate. Jill had taken one look at the hardened blonde and immediately scurried back to her room, wishing – not for the first time – that she had one of the Guardians here with her. While Jill didn’t grow up as a royal and therefore didn’t have Guardians assigned to her family, she’d been around them at school, and she’d always had other people looking out for her. Now, she was completely on her own. At least now she had Jean, or so she hoped, anyway. Jill was wary of everyone here, but she couldn’t go without blood for any longer; she needed it badly, and Jean was the first person she really connected with. She just hoped that her trust wouldn’t be misplaced. At the very least, it was nice of Jean to offer herself as a feeder. Jill wasn’t sure if they could do this long-term; those who were fed upon regularly tended to drift off into a dreamy, permanently drug-like state, and Jill didn’t want that to happen to anyone here unless they really wanted it. But that could be dealt with later. For now, it was enough that she was going to finally get to feed. Jean had hurried over, stopping only long enough to pick up some juice and multivitamins just in case. She wasn't sure exactly how this worked, but if it was like she'd seen in the movies... it looked kind of scary. Still, she'd volunteered for this mission to help people. And Jill was a nice girl, who was in dire need of something nobody else was likely to trust her enough to give. She only hoped she was making the right decision here. Knocking at the girl's door, she cleared her throat and called in, "Jill? It's me, Jean..." When Jill opened the door, it was a few minutes later, and she was looking wan. It had been almost a week since she'd been here, and longer since she'd fed. She had never gone this long without blood, and she was feeling the effects of it. Even getting out of bed to answer the door, knowing that she was going to be fed, took a huge effort. Still, she smiled faintly upon seeing Jean. The other girl hadn't changed her mind, as Jill had half feared she would. It was a huge relief. "Thank you so much for coming," she said, opening the door further to let Jean in. Jean couldn’t hide her nervousness as she entered, so… she didn’t even try. She wasn’t the lying type, and she liked the girl enough to be completely honest with her. “I’m…. kinda freaking out, but I guess it’s understandable. I trust you though. To not let anything happen during this, I mean.” She set the bag she was carrying down as she straightened out her skirt, fidgeting a little. “Not to sound weird, but… how exactly do we do this? I mean, is it like in the movies? Biting and such?” She silently thanked every deity she could think of that Scott and Hank weren’t here for this. They’d think she was crazy for trying to help THIS much, and would likely try to throw her over their shoulders and DRAG her out of here. “Sort of,” Jill said, realizing that she was put in the new position of doing the reassuring and caretaking. Most of her life, she’d had people taking care of her. Adrian had even brought her back from the dead when she’d been shot. Now, she was on her own, and she had to take care of the obviously nervous Jean. It was a new experience, but one she didn’t mind. It was nice, actually, to do the taking care for once. “Maybe we should do it in my room?” she suggested. “My roommate is kinda...scary, and I don’t want her walking in and getting the wrong idea. But it won’t be bad. I’ll just take some blood from your wrist, and most people find it really...pleasurable.” Jean felt a slender eyebrow rise when Jill used the word ‘pleasurable’, especially in such a context. If she meant it in a sexually manner… she couldn’t help but think that wasn’t going to happen since, HELLO, Jean liked boys, thank you very much. “Wrist, neck, whatever you need. I mean, if I’m going to eat a meal, I want to be as comfortable as possible during it, so… why should it be any different for you, right?” HEY! It was sound logic to Jean , ok? Still, she followed Jill as the girl led her to her room, nervously toeing her shoes off in the doorway. “So… where should I sit?” She asked, trying to play down how nervous and admittedly excited she was about this. SHUT UP. She was a teenaged girl and vampires were romantic to her, ok? “Is this going to scar? I’m not backing out regardless, but… obviously I’d love it if I could get out of this scar-free…” “No, it won’t scar,” Jill assured her. Then she paused, trying to think more on it. Did it scar? To be honest, she’d never really paid attention, and the feeders she’d used hadn’t cared about it either. “At least...I don’t think it will,” she added, a bit more uncertainly. She glanced at Jean, nervous. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “I wouldn’t have offered if I had any intention of backing out.” Jean told her, eyes taking on that steely determination the older Jean had become so well known for. “It’s not like this is for fun… you NEED this, like I would need food or water. I like you, you seem like someone that I could make a real friend of. So no, I’m not gonna back out and let one of the only friends I have here starve to death.” She gave a sweet little smile then, showing she wasn’t afraid. “So… wrist or neck? What’s best for you?” Jill released a breath of relief. While she would’ve respected Jean’s decision if she’d backed out, she was glad she didn’t. She needed blood, and badly. That much was evident as she stumbled slightly on the way back to her room. Only a hand out to catch the wall kept her from falling. Once in her room, she closed the door and indicated her chair. “Um..have a seat. Wrist is probably easiest.” Jean took a nervous breath and sat down on the chair, crossing her legs gracefully as she offered the other girl her now upturned wrist. “Just…. don’t get freaked out or think you have to stop if I cry out or anything. I hate needle, and I’m expecting it to be a similar sensation at first.” Heh. She was trying, ok? She fidgeted a little before calming herself, giving a nod of certainty. “I’m ready. I trust you, Jill. So… do what you’ve gotta do.” Jill nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay,” she said softly, and took a seat next to Jean. She took the offered wrist and stared hungrily at it, reminding herself that however hungry she was, this was Jean’s first time. She had to take it slow. So, with that in mind, she brought Jean’s wrist to her mouth, and let her fangs pierce the flesh. Jean was prepared for pain. For some semblance of agony. What she WASN’T prepared for was the sheer ecstasy that she suddenly felt flowing through her body. It felt like somebody was filling her with a warm, almost orgasmic glow, and while she was a virgin… she suspected that NO sexual encounter could ever feel better than this. She found herself moaning, loudly, not even aware of the sounds coming from her, so lost was she in this bliss. Good lord, suddenly she understood why people claimed they could get addicted to this. And then, suddenly, it was gone. Jill sat back, a few droplets of blood still clinging to her lips. "Are you okay?" she asked nervously. Her fangs were still there; unlike the vampires of movies and other books, she didn't have retractable fangs. She just spoke without opening her mouth much. Jean just blinked, a fog of sorts over her brain. Had she just… oh good god, she had. The throbbing in her body, the weakness in her knees… Yep. The ordeal had taken her to the promised land, folks. “I… I…. I am soooooo far beyond ‘okay’.... holy crap….” She blushed, trying to fight off the sudden ideas that were forming in her brain. She was a smart girl, and she knew these thoughts were just being caused by the power and intimacy of what had just transpired. ...right? Jill, who rarely had to deal with such a reaction after feeding, took it a different way. Eyes wide with worry, she stood up - much more energetic now. "Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry. Do you need anything? A snack?" She'd hate to have anything happen to Jean when she'd been so kind in offering up her blood to a near stranger. Jean - totally hetero Jean - actually paused there to force herself not to say “kiss me” there. WOW. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and relax. “Maybe some of the juice I brought? Wow. Jill, that… that felt amazing…” She admitted, blushing brightly. “You wouldn’t believe how that felt…” Oh, if she had the heightened senses some vampires tended to have, she’d know JUST how amazing it felt to Jean, because her body was betraying her in that sense. Although Jill had witnessed plenty of shenanigans thanks to her spirit bond with Adrian - who was far, far from a virgin - it still took her a moment to recognize Jean's happy glow for what it was. The feeders she used at home were so...used that they were in a permanent haze. She'd never fed from someone new to this before. When it hit her, she blushed fiercely. "Oh! Oh. Yes. I hear it does feel good." She scurried back out to grab the juice and snacks Jean had brought with her and offered them to the other girl. She looked much better now, with colour in her face and a spring in her step. She hadn't taken enough to feel truly full, but she was willing to stay a little hungry so she didn't take too much from Jean the first time. “Well… you heard right. Seriously. Ohhhhhhmygod.” Jean laughed, slightly embarrassed but not about to lie. “I could… really let you do this more often. With all the stress I’ve been under these past months… this was a HECK of a way to let it all go.” Plus, she had to admit: it was NICE to feel like she was making a true, good friend who had NOTHING to do with the X-Men. Made her feel more like a normal girl. "I'm going to need to feed again soon," Jill admitted, allowing herself to smile slightly now that she was assured that Jean was okay. "I didn't take a lot this time. But I don't think I should do it that much to you, because people who get fed on a lot..." She trailed off. Feeders was one part of her society she had never questioned. They wanted to be there; they were happy to be fed upon; that was good enough for her. But the thought of someone so lively as Jean puttering around aimlessly, drifting along in a haze, wasn't one she wanted. "They get addicted," she finally finished. "They don't want to do much else. But if I could alternate your feelings with someone else, it might be okay?" “I can understand how that can happen…” Jean admitted, chuckling as she caught her breath, coming down from her high. “I would… definitely do this again sometime though. I’m always willing to help out a friend, and honestly? VERY rarely does it feel so amazing for me as well.” Oh, her mind was thinking of ideas there… of things that probably weren’t in the same realm of innocence her thoughts generally were. “But one way or the other… I really AM glad I could help you. You look much healthier now.” "I feel much better," Jill said happily. Yes, she was still hungry, but at least she didn't feel like she was going to fall over without support. Her smile turned hesitant as she turned her thoughts to the future. "I'm going to have to do this again in a few days. Regularly. So...I don't know if you know anyone else that could help?" “Well…” Jean said, laughing sweetly. “I can’t say I know anyone I could say confidently would be open-minded about this. But I *will* do whatever I can to help you. Maybe I can talk to some people and assure them that you’re safe to do this with, and offer myself as proof. Now, there IS the issue of my payment for this.” Jean said, feigning seriousness. “You’re going to have to hang out with me. And maybe even pretend to enjoy it.” Jill held her breath, waiting for the price and fearing that she wasn’t going to be able to pay it, but when Jean actually said what she wanted, she released that pent-up breath in a soft laugh. “I’d love to hang out with you. And I won’t even have to pretend to enjoy it.” Jean was nice, and sweet, and funny. Back home, Jill didn’t have a lot of friends, so having one now was just great. |