[Seedful]

You meet a stranger in a hotel bar one night. You find him very attractive and agree to have a one night stand with him. He leads you up to his hotel suite and reveals that he is the prince of a certain race of creatures (your choice) and he is looking for a mate to bear him a heir.

Jesse readjusted the collar of his shirt as he followed the other man up the staircase to a small old-fashioned elevator--the kind with a gate. Wow, apparently dude not only had his own suite, it was a penthouse suite! Way cool! This was the kind of dude who left a benjamin in his one-night paramore's clothes next morning before vanishing like the mist over the Florida marshes.

As the car rose and rose, blaring tinny old music all the way, he turned to Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Hadn't-Said-Three-Words-to-Him-Since picking him up, studying him. The guy was much taller than Jesse's 5'8; probably closer to 6'4 or even 6'5, and built like a tank. Those nice clothes couldn't conceal the tightly-muscled form underneath them. He had longish black hair--actual black; it shone blue under the harsh artificial lighting, and intense acid-green eyes. That intense gaze took in everything and missed nothing; when those eyes were on him Jesse felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. Strange power in that; it was almost like dude was some kind of, like....demon or something....