day one | jayce talis | kinktober 2025
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The walk to the Council room might have been a pleasant one, if it weren’t for the heavy footfall of Piltovian guards either side of you.
Being summoned to stand in front of the Council was rarely a good thing, but when the embellished envelope had been personally handed to you by an Enforcer, there wasn’t much wiggle room to decline, regardless of how much you wanted to.
The repetitive metallic footsteps of your company did little to calm your nerves, and the silence in between each boot colliding with the marbled ground gave you only a few moments of peace to try and decipher exactly why you’d been called upon.
The letter you’d received held just as much information as the guard who’d produced it; only a day and a time.
With a synchronised push from the Enforcers, the tall patterned doors creaked open, and the sound echoed throughout the expansive room with an eerie anticipation. You did always wonder why the Council needed such a large spacious room for only seven members and a hollowed out table.
Because they could- that was the answer no one wanted to utter.
There was a warm orange glow that filled the room as the sun was setting outside, the dimming rays cascading through the tall stained glass windows and causing various patterns and shapes to paint the usually dull greyed floors.
He could smell you before he could see you; the scent of you wafting through the air courtesy of the doors opening. It was sweet, rich, and dripping with nervousness. You were scared, or at least anxious.
When you stepped into the room, he wouldn’t have known about your unease if his senses weren’t able to pick up what the human eye couldn’t see. You were confident, or at least, seemed to be.
With his elbows resting on the surface in front of him, he interlinked his fingers and rested his chin on them, observing you as you walked to your designated position at the gap in the cog-shaped table.
He was impressed, if that was the word he was looking for, at how- despite your increased heart rate- you remained calm. There wasn’t a single tremble in your voice when you spoke the word “Councillors,” as a greeting and bowing your head with respect.
It had been a long time since something as simple as the scent of someone’s blood had made him salivate, but you had, even if you were on the opposite side of the table from him.
Mel was the first to greet you, speaking your name into the air with her tone of practiced eloquence, the other Councillors following closely behind, including Jayce. The feel of it on his tongue gave him a taste of familiarity he was yet to know.
The room fell silent for a moment, giving him the perfect opportunity to listen to your heartbeat. It was quicker than before, the anticipation of waiting for someone to speak clearly getting to you, even if you were able to hide that fact on your expression.
Your eyes swept the room, making contact with each Councillor, trying to make a game with yourself to guess which one would take the honour of explaining your summoning to you in an attempt of soothing your nerves.
Medarda, Heimerdinger, Kiramman, Talis- your eyes locked with his for but a moment longer than the others, your gaze felt caught in the golden-hazel of his irises. When you managed to pull your attention away from him, it felt more like he was releasing you from his stare, rather than you choosing to break away.
Bolbok, Salo, Hoskel, you completed your loop of the room before Heimerdinger was the one to slice through the silence with his jovial tone.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why we have called you here today,” he stated the obvious but you refrained from pointing it out, “I am,” you nodded slowly and politely to the Yordel to show that he had your focus.
The Professor began to explain how your independent research was of interest to the Council, specifically with the view of using it to further the developments of Hextech.
Jayce should’ve been listening, should’ve been taking note of all the advantages and disadvantages that Heimerdinger was proposing to you, but the rhythmic thump of your calming heart rate held his attention as if it was drumming the beginnings of his own appetite.
He’d been cursed with an insatiable bloodlust a few years ago, but had overcome the carnality of his cravings enough that no-one - especially not the Council - knew of his affliction.
So why was he having such trouble concentrating?
His fangs tingled with the need to sink into something, and it took all of his willpower to keep them at their normal size, urging them not to extend into the weapons he usually needed to hunt. He wasn’t hunting right now, he was having a meeting, a very important one at that, about his work. He needed to focus.
“We believe that, with your help, the timescale of Hextech developments could be significantly reduced,” Mel Medarda took over the speech Heimderinger was giving you, “Of course, we will pay you for your time and research.”
It all felt like a salesman’s pitch to you: tell you all the amazing benefits to try and overshadow the glaring negative that once you agreed, the Council would own you.
The prospect they were proposing sounded too good to be true, “You’d be working closely with Councillor Talis, who I can attest to is a brilliant tutor,” Cassandra Kiramman added, and your eye line should’ve gone to her as she spoke, but the mention of his name drew your attention back to him.
There was something about him. Something about how his stare was so unwavering on you, how he observed you with undivided attention, and how it seemed as though nothing else in this room could interest him more than you.
It should’ve been unnerving the way he so thoroughly watched you, but you held his eye contact with ease, allowing the voices around you to fade into nothing but background noise.
You blinked and darted your head towards Salo, whose voice was currently the loudest in the room, “-way to prove that you're able to adjust to such conditions?” Fuck. He’d asked a question and you weren’t paying enough attention to be able to answer it.
A hesitant inhale was all you could provide before you were spoken for, “It’s not that much of a difference from independent study,” Jayce said, lowering his hands from his mouth to rest on the table in front of him and seemingly saving you from an embarrassing moment of inattentiveness.
“How can you be so certain?” Salo’s eyes narrowed into a judgemental glare, a stark contrast from Jayce’s relaxed features, “Because I’ve done it myself,” he answered the question bluntly, as if it was obvious.
When he turned his head back towards you, your heart skipped - you’d never felt so seen before, “It’ll be hard work, I won't lie,” he chuckled in a friendly manner, his eyes lowering to the table his fingers casually glided across, “But from the looks of your research, you’re not shy to a challenge.”
His words had an undertone to them that was so subtle that you wondered whether it was self imposed, or if he had genuinely meant it.
Your eyebrows furrowed with annoyance, “Whilst I appreciate the compliment-” you began, focusing on the circles Jayce was drawing on the table instead of his face to ensure you wouldn’t lose your spotlight, “-You are all assuming that I’m agreeing to this.”
Jayce Talis was known for being attractive, and it wouldn’t do well to be consumed by those types of thoughts when your livelihood and career were on the line.
“Are you not agreeing?” Salo scoffed, “This is an extremely rare opportunity, anyone would be elated to accept-”, “-I’m not anyone, and I don’t blindly agree to something without knowing the terms and conditions,” you interrupted him, not in the mood to listen to pompous words by an entitled man.
Salo spluttered, obviously not accustomed to being interrupted, and began to stand from his chair. “Ultimately-” Mel’s voice, normally the one of reason, sounded loudly and authoritatively to cease any bickering before it began, “-The decision is yours, but we would be very happy to have you on board.”
There was that sickly sweet sales pitch again, and it bristled your back with reservation.
He could sense your unease, your concern, he could feel you backing away, and he wasn’t quite ready to let you slip through his fingers just yet.
“If it would please the Council,” Jayce leaned back in his chair as if the new angle would give him insight into how to quell your rising nerves, “I request we discuss this alone, scientist to scientist.”
Jayce’s proposal was met with silence initially, and you resisted the urge to point out that Heimerdinger was also a scientist - Why didn’t you? You couldn’t quite pinpoint a rational reason.
“Hextech is mine after all,” Jayce added as if to place the figurative cherry on top of his persuasion cake, the one of which all the other Council members had taken a healthy slice from, if the way they nodded and raised from their chairs was any evidence.
At first, you watched each person stand from their seat, but your vision returned back to Jayce, who you found to already be staring at you.
The idle chattering of confusion and subtle protests was mere ambiance to you. A thousand questions rummaged through your head looking for answers only the person whose gaze you held could answer.
The heavy doors closing should’ve been your signal to turn your focus to the exit behind you, and if you had, you would’ve noticed that the guards had left too.
“What are your concerns?” Jayce spoke first, standing slowly from his own chair, both palms flat on the table’s surface. The more he stood, the more you could see of his figure, the way his shirt clung to his form as though it was intentional, and the more you remembered how tall he was.
“My concerns?” You laughed, “What isn’t a concern?” You added, following him as he began to circle his side of the table towards you, “Tell me,” he countered, dragging his finger tips against the smooth surface, only lifting his hand when he got to the first chair.
You turned your body to face him, twisting the closer he got to you, “Losing all of my hard work, that’s the first and most obvious one,” you tilted your head to the side and put your hands behind your back to try and seem strong in the face of the Man of Progress.
“You wouldn’t lose anything, I can guarantee that,” he spoke with the demeanour you hoped you were portraying a fraction of; confident, independent, and self-assurance.
The closer Jayce got to you, the stronger your scent became - that metallic, coppery smell that made his stomach squeeze with a hunger he usually could control.
It grew with every small step that closed in on your proximity, and as the gap between you decreased, his thirst increased; a natural, biological balance that contorted his thoughts from his work, to how your life essence would taste on his waiting tongue.
“How, exactly, would I benefit from this?” you swung your arms from behind your back to cross over your chest, trying to put something between the two of you. There was an undeniable tension in the room, one that found and filled every crevice it could find, and you weren’t entirely sure if it was just from the bargaining of the situation.
Jayce passed the final chair and stopped at the end of the table to lean on the edge, his hands curling under the lip, “There are many benefits to working with me,” his words were calculated and precise, which made you wonder what he was hiding.
“Such as?” You raised an eyebrow and leaned towards him, provoking him to begin listing things so you could provide a rebuttal to each one.
His grip on the table tightened as you leaned towards him willingly, and his eyes dipped towards your throat. Would you let him, if he asked? Would you stop him, if he tried?
No, he couldn’t begin to let his thoughts drift to his impulses. One wrong move could cause chaos within Piltover, the people didn’t need to add vampires to the ever growing list of fears they faced.
Yet, he couldn’t find the strength within him to stop. Pushing himself from the table, he stepped towards you and - as expected - you backed away slowly until the heel of your shoe dipped over the edge of the platform and tipped you off balance.
Jayce reached for you, his hand wrapping around your forearm to stop you from falling by pulling you towards him. A short-lived gasp came from you as you turned your head towards the lowered floor that decorated the center of the Council table, where you would’ve found yourself if Jayce hadn’t caught you.
The tilt of your head made your jugular protrude from your throat. If he didn’t know any better, Jayce would’ve thought you were aware of his situation and purposely teasing him, but he did know better.
It was too much, your smell, your warmth, your body; all of it surrounded him like a crushing weight testing his resolve to not give into his nature. The hand not holding your arm jolted forward, grabbing your jaw to keep your head in position and his mouth attached itself to your throat. He had just enough self-control to not let his fangs pierce your skin, regardless of how much he wanted to.
You jumped at the contact, but somehow it wasn’t completely unexpected. It surprised you that your first instinct wasn’t to scold him and push him away, but instead to grab hold of his pristine shirt and pull him closer to you, pressing your lips shut to try and hide the needy moan that almost met his ears.
The truth was, much like every other person in Piltover that was attracted to men, you wanted him.
“Jayce?” You whimpered the question as he drew wet kisses up the outline of your jugular, making you shiver from how the cold evening air brushed against the saliva left against your skin.
“Mhmm?” He hummed, unwilling to detach his mouth from your skin, the fear of not being able to control himself if he saw your pulse point so clearly and eager for him to take. Despite his resolve, his fangs tingled with an intensity he’d never felt before.
Inhaling through your nose sharply, you felt the scratch of his teeth against your skin, and this time you couldn’t help the moan that breached your lips.
Then, suddenly, the feeling was gone. Not just his mouth against your neck, but the weight of his body against yours.
You turned your head quickly back to him, to see him leaning against the table again, hand covering his mouth and his pupils wide with an intense desire you’d never seen before. It made your insides curl and flip and your crotch tense.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, genuine concern and slight disappointment filling your voice.
How could he begin to explain that he needed you to leave because his body ached for you in a way that was so explicitly inhuman that he was unsure if there would be anything of you left after he was done.
“Go,” he mumbled behind his hand, “What?” You scrunched your face up with confusion, “Go,” he said more sternly, his eyes never leaving you.
There was something that snapped within you, the confidence that you had tried so hard to emit earlier coming to fruition alongside your annoyance. How dare he make a fool of you like that? Bring out such noises from you just to tell you to leave like you weren’t invited here because of your intelligence.
“No,” you folded your arms over your chest, “If you’re going to discard me like I’m nothing after acting so inappropriately, you can at least have the balls not to hide behind your hand like a coward.”
Now it was your turn to take on a stern tone, your anger boiling to the surface from being humiliated so quickly by someone who was supposed to represent the people of Piltover.
With hasty movements, you took the few steps forward necessary to reach him, and you grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away from his mouth.
The second you touched him, he lunged. Twisting his arm so it was your wrist in his grasp instead of what you had intended, and before you could ask what he thought he was doing, he spun your body, pushing his own off of the table, in favour of pinning your lower back to its surface.
He buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply and letting your scent overtake his senses, specifically the senses that yelled at him to stop and think about what he was doing.
No clear words came from you, much like Salo had earlier, only spluttered sounds that were attempting to be a sentence made it through to the air between you.
“Stop talking,” he muttered against your skin as he opened his mouth to latch onto your throat that was still wet with his saliva.
He wanted to stop himself- No, that would’ve been a lie. There wasn’t a single cell in his being that wanted to stop. He wanted to consume every part of you, if you allowed him, taste every inch of you, if you gave it to him- and by how you’d stopped any sounds of protest, he took his opportunity to sink his aching fangs into your flesh.
You opened your mouth at the feeling of his teeth pierce your skin, the gasped moan that erupted from you pitching upwards, muted by how his hand covered your mouth gently but with the purpose of keeping you quiet.
For a moment, you wondered why it didn’t hurt- of course, the initial breaking of the skin did, but what immediately followed was a relaxing warmth that flooded your body head to toe, stopping at your cunt to settle into an excited tingle.
Jayce whimpered against your neck, feeling your blood enter his mouth and fill his senses with you-you-you, it’s all his brain could think about. The way you tasted on his tongue, how it was better than he could’ve ever imagined and how the adrenaline ran straight to his cock.
He sucked in pulses, drawing more of your flavour out of you with a massage of his tongue. You were unlike anything he’d ever tasted before, you were just as rich and sweet as you smelt, with the perfect balance of iron and copper that his body craved.
“Smell so good,” he mumbled against your skin, retracting his fangs from you enough to speak, and you felt the wet beads of your blood trickle down your neck and run over your collarbone to collect into your shirt.
That should’ve been the moment you asked him what was going on, or at least made an attempt of escaping the situation, but you didn’t want to, all you wanted was for him to do whatever he was doing again and again and again.
As though he heard your silent prayer, he pressed his mouth to your throat and continued to suck, his free hand roaming over your body like he had limited time to memorise every curve of you.
You moaned loudly into his palm and he whimpered in response, hooking his arm under your thighs to lift you onto the table with an unnerving ease. He pulled you against him so his crotch was against yours and began to thrust needily.
If you could think of anything else other than how good his clothed cock felt against your throbbing cunt, you would’ve stopped to point out that Jayce Talis, the Golden Boy of Piltover, Founder of Hextech, was dry humping you and whimpering into the crook of your neck.
“Taste so good,” he mumbled and you felt more of that wetness spread down your body from the movement of his lips.
With your new found confidence, you hooked your legs around his waist and lifted the hands that were keeping you upright, only for you not to move an inch under how firmly he held you in place. A firm tug at his wrist was all it took to remove his hand from your mouth so you could attempt to return how he was making you feel, licking and kissing at the small section of his neck you could reach.
“J-Jayce,” you moaned quietly from fear, not from how you couldn’t fully explain what was happening, but from not wanting someone outside to hear you and interrupt what you definitely didn’t want to stop.
He didn’t stop at the sound of his name, instead he whimpered again and pushed his cock against you harder. “Jayce,” you said with as much firmness as you could from how he flooded every thought you could make, but he was still lost in you.
So, instead, you reached for his waistband, running your fingers under the elastic for a moment before popping the first button of his pants open. You knew he wouldn’t protest, considering he was already humping you like a bitch in heat, but what you didn’t expect was him to pull away from your throat to fully take in your face.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, but his words weren't what you were focused on, it was how his lips, chin, and elongated teeth were covered in crimson that you knew was your blood. You should’ve been horrified, but there was something about how it dripped off of his chin to darken the fabric of your pants that made you clench around nothing.
“Don’t be sorry,” you mused, everything finally falling into place, “You can’t help it, right?” You tilted your head to run your hand across the area that was becoming sticky and slick.
Collecting your blood with your fingers and letting it coat each digit, you watched him shake his head from side to side, “I-I can,” he stuttered, his eyes darting between your throat and your face, “Normally I can,” his vision followed your fingers as you presented them to him.
“Normally?” You repeated, and your stomach fluttered at the notion that there was something special about you, but the thought was interrupted when he whined and bucked his hips against you again, forcing a moan out of both of you.
“Do you want to fuck me, Jayce?” You asked with a boldness you’d never had before, which was only solidified with how quickly he nodded, “Then take my pants off,” you whispered to force him to listen, as if he couldn’t hear everything down to every beat your heart made.
With trembling hands, he looped his fingers into your waistband and pulled both your pants and underwear down, breaking away from you for a second to dip under the fabric and place himself back against you.
“Now yourself,” you nodded to his own crotch, and before you could even lift your vision back to his eyes, he’d pushed the fabric of his pants down just enough for his cock to be freed and rest against your bare cunt.
For a second, you lost your concentration in favour of admiring his cock, it was almost laughable at just how perfect it was. Because of course a guy as pretty as him would have a cock to match.
Jayce leaned forward, attempting to take your fingers into his mouth, but you pulled them away with a scolding tut. Your eyes drifted down to where your bodies touched, then back to his in a silent instruction, “Hurry, it’s starting to dry,” you wiggled your fingers with a taunt.
Desperately, he held the base of his cock, stroking himself a few times with a groan before resting the head against your hole. He glanced up at you as if waiting for explicit permission, which you were happy to give, “Go on,” was all he needed to push his tip past the tight muscle and feel your warmth.
A shaky moan rippled from you and mixed with the whimper he provided as he pressed his hips closer, pushing himself deeper inside you until you felt his pubic hair against your skin, “Can I?” he asked, his voice small and craving more than just your blood.
With a simple nod and a raise of your hand, he wrapped his lips around your fingers and you felt the soft wetness of his tongue caress each one as his hips pulled backwards to drag his cock almost completely out of you.
“Don’t bite my-oh fuck, Jayce!” you exclaimed a little louder than you meant to as he thrust back into you harshly and immediately drawing back to repeat the motion. His eyebrows pinched together and his eyes fluttered closed, allowing you to take in his expression without being watched by him.
He was beautifully pathetic. Sucking on your fingers like they would give him enough sustenance to last a lifetime while he fucked into you like his life depended on it.
Your toes curled and you pressed your heels into his back to aid every thrust, making it harder and harder each time. The stretch of him made your stomach twist pleasantly, and the way he held your hips to make sure he got the perfect angle had you attempting to hold onto the table to stop him dragging you off of it.
Retracting your fingers from his mouth, you quickly inspected it before using it to help keep you on the table, but the slick of his saliva did little to help your grip.
“Jayce,” you called to him to get his attention, your tone teasing and alluring, causing his eyes to snap open to meet yours, “You-you missed some,” you moaned, tapping the side of your neck he’s so eagerly pierced.
His eyes flashed with excitement, and with one strong yank, he lifted your bottom half completely off of the table and pressed his chest against yours to wedge his face back into your throat.
With your back pinned to the surface, you quickly captured his hair between your fingers and pulled his head back to stop him biting down again, “Clean up your mess,” you surprised even yourself with how authoritative you sounded.
“O-Okay,” he whimpered and waited for you to release him. The second you let go of his hair you felt his tongue against your neck, lapping up your blood with a mixture of quick short licks and long drags; you could only imagine how he tried to collect every drop with his tongue.
His thrusts never ceased, bucking into you and pulling you into him at a faster pace when he could taste your blood again. He hadn’t felt as insatiable as this since he was first turned, and the addition of your wet pussy clenching around his cock with every angled thrust only heightened his euphoria.
The need to cum was intense, and he knew he was close, but he refused to let himself become fully lost in you until he’d made you cum first.
With a trembling hand, he pressed his thumb to your clit and began rubbing slow circles against the little nub, feeling the way you tightened around him and your body jolted made him smile against your skin.
“Please cum,” he begged into your neck, taking a moment to change the motion against your clit to side to side, then random shapes, and alternating again, “Please-Please, I want you to cum,” he muttered.
Between how needy and desperate he sounded, the constant stimulation of your nub and how he pounded his cock into you, it was easy to give him what he wanted. A tingle shivered up your spine until it settled at the base of your skull, your stomach tightened and your whole body went stiff.
This time, you clamped your own hand over your mouth to mute your sounds, a string of curses being spoken into your palm as you came around him, squishing his waist with your thighs. “Fuck-fuck, I-fuck,” Jayce panted, his own thrusts becoming erratic and losing any rhythm he previously had.
His thumb left your clit to grasp onto your waist, pressing his fingers into your skin and moving you to fuck himself into your warmth, “Can I- Please, Can I?” He begged again, his voice cracking and wavering with how much he wanted you to say yes.
You nodded as best you could, your head flopping a little from how intense your own climax had been. His grip tightened and his thrusts hardened as you felt him twitch and throb inside of you; the beginning of a whine muted as he quickly tilted his head to kiss you, his lips shaking and moans filling your mouth as he came.
His hips stilled and he panted heavily against your lips, the taste of your own blood lingering against them.
It was only when he leaned back to meet your eye again did the reality of the situation hit him. You knew what he was, you’d let him feed on you, and that knowledge was all too evident on the satisfied smile that was painted with his messy kiss.
“I own you now, you understand that, right?” You stated the obvious fact, making the declaration airborne, and all Jayce could do was nod as a response. He’d lost control, in more ways than one today.
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