First Time

Jack tried to read the novel his master had left for him after his latest feeding but it was what people in the past had called a supernatural romance novel. As he got used to being fed from, Jack noticed a theme with the books his master left for him and remembered he was being trained as a consort. Why did humans before the Revolution even write stories like this? Jack had long resigned himself to never understanding pre-Revolution humans, they made everything so much more complicated than it needed to be. His master paid him a visit soon after dark with a pitcher of juice. For a day or two after a feeding, Jack was given different food to eat and a lot of juice instead of water. His master had explained that was to help him recover. As his body got used to blood being taken, the wounds from his master's fangs healed much faster. Jack wished he could understand why beyond the basics. He knew that humans were often barred from using sharp tools to avoid tempting vampires, that much was part of his training, but he also figured such a wound wouldn't heal so much faster after being inflicted only a few times. Jack stood when his master entered as he always did and his master set the pitcher on the desk before taking a seat and gesturing for Jack to climb into his lap. That was the breaking point. Jack asked, "When do I start actually training to be a consort?"
Antonio spent more time studying him now than he had when he bought Jack. Whatever he was looking for, he found it and instructed Jack on how to prepare himself. Strong fingers danced on one wrist while dulled fingernails tapped his bite mark on the other before Antonio pushed into Jack. It hurt, or Jack thought it did. The fingernails touching the bite mark was making him think of how nice the bites felt and the fingers dancing on his other wrist were just confusing. The three mixed signals made Jack unsure how he felt. His master spoke softly to him, still giving instructions that Jack followed without thinking. For a moment, pleasure fill his mind and he repeated what he was doing just before that happened to make it happen again and again. When Jack was swimming in that pleasant feeling, another one filled him before his master pulled out and pushed him over the edge. He was exhausted in the end and his master kissed the side of his head before leaving.