My Little Ventrue Ch. 10

"You are a lean little thing, aren't you?" She ran one of her hands up and down his thin body. He had the body of a gymnast, which Antoinette apparently liked. A lot. Her claws found his abs and ran down the cracks of his muscles with hunger. Her red eyes drank in the sight of his small, tight form.

"Do you... like bigger guys?"

"A faint memory suggests I did, when I was but a freshly embraced. Tall women were not common, and all the men wanted a little dainty thing under their arm." She leaned in close and put her dark lips to his ear. "That was a long time ago." She gave his earlobe a gentle nibble as her hand slid further down his stomach to tickle around his navel.

"I, uh... mm." Her hands were on him, touching him, playing with him. Her lips were on his ear, tugging and nibbling. Nervousness and anxiety mixed with anticipation and arousal. She wanted him. The Prince of all Dolareido was chewing on his ear.

"I did not say stop," she said. Commanded.

Jack let out a tiny, nervous chuckle. It was a weird position, but he made it work and undid his pants. Her grip on him was unmovable, her strength unimaginable, and she made no effort to stop teasing his stomach as he slid his pants off. Now, the only thing between him and the sheets was his boxers.

"Uh... do y-"

"Now."

He trembled. That voice almost resonated with power, terrifying, like a hungry tiger looming over a mouse.

A strange mix of exhilaration and fear was coursing through his dead bones. He was scared, but definitely aroused, and the combination made him shiver with excitement when he slid off his boxers.

"Oh, you trimmed it." She let out a teasing giggle before she lowered her hand to the man's pelvis. Jack dared not move, but he couldn't help but turn his head to watch her. She was grinning at him. With a wink, her fingers started to stroke where his pubic hair would have been, but found only soft fuzz where he had trimmed it all off. "You remembered when I said I do not like hair, hmm? Did you expect this to happen?"

"No! No, I... well... I hoped."

"Good. Blush for me, my little Ventrue."

He gulped. On nothing. Kindred don't salivate unless they had the blush of life going. He took a moment to visualize, and reached into his blood; it was becoming much easier now. Instead of grasping blindly and hoping it worked, he could find his blood and move it like a limb, and with a little concentration, he could tell it to course through him like real human blood.

Tingling warmth came back to his skin. Saliva came back to his mouth. The forgotten, subtle nuances of a heartbeat filled him. He was even blinking his eyes again to moisten them.

His member had also risen with an erection.

He chuckled nervously, horribly nervously, and managed to look up to her eyes. She was licking her lips with her gaze on his member though, and he almost quaked at the hunger in her stare. Quaking turned to a quiet groan when her grip, tender and gentle, wrapped around the base of his shaft. What little growing it had left to do finished an instant, now as hard as possible in her hand.

He had to take a second to examine the situation, so he looked around with a shy shift of his eyes. He was in the Prince's haven, her lair. The huge room was extremely intimidating; he half expected a metal coffin in its center. The most beautiful creature, and most powerful he'd ever seen, was sitting next to him in a see-through gown, and he next to her wearing absolutely nothing, on a bed. Her hand was around his cock, and she was slowly, so very slowly, starting to squeeze and stroke it.

"I... I don't know how... how did this all hap-"

She put her free hand to his lips with a chuckle, kissed his forehead, and then stood before him. Both her hands reached up to her shoulders, and took grip of the collar of her gown. She arched her back subtly as she pulled on the silk to let it fall down her body, and soon she was standing in front of Jack, completely naked.

Jack's mouth fell open. Just... wow. Her body was unbelievable. Her legs were toned and curvy, her stomach flat, her waist thin and her hips wide. Her ass was plentiful, and her breasts were absolutely enormous, with large, dark nipples of the same tint as her dark lips. Her skin was pale, more than other vampires', and her long, white hair reached down to her hip.

The fact she was a foot taller than him only made it all the more intoxicating a sight.

Then she too blushed, and his mouth fell open further. Her dark nipples and lips turned red like her eyes, and her pale skin turned into beautiful white alabaster. It was like looking at painting.

When she saw that her nudity had struck him dumb, Antoinette giggled — an actual giggle — and crawled back onto the bed beside him. She laid down on her side, propped her head up on one arm, and slowly rubbed her legs together as she waited for Jack's eyes to eventually reach her.

Jack's eyes had a long journey to make though. They started at her feet, which had nails painted black, before sliding up the length of her long, very very long legs. They looked so smooth. His eyes soon reached her hips and between her legs, where the smoothness of her body was uncontested. Not a hair to be found. She wasn't lying about disliking body hair.

His eyes continued moving up her body, but came to a standstill at the sight of her breasts. With her on her side like that, one breast was squishing the other into the silk sheets. They were heavy, natural, and sagged slightly with their volume and mass, like teardrops. The sight of them collapsing to gravity only made him groan in arousal.

"Lay beside me." She motioned to the space in front of her.

Jack melted back onto the bed. It was truly soft, obviously covered in the finest of silks and a mattress definitely made of the latest in memory foam. He could even see the mattress contour just slightly to the shape of her hips, her torso, and the weight of her breasts. He had tried to land on the bed so they'd be face to face, but her greater height had offset him and now he found his eyes just above her nipples. Her areola, puffy and swollen, were only inches from his chin.

"Tell me, little Ventrue. What do you think of my breasts?" On her side and propping her head up with her elbow, her free arm reached out and took Jack's hand. Her sharp fingernails drifted down his forearm to find his fingers, and there she guided them up to her body and placed his open palm to the underside of her breasts.

Jack froze. He was doing it. He was really touching her. God her breast was soft.

"I... my Prince... I...." No words to be found. He still didn't move, but with the huge mound of her breast filling the cup of his palm, he couldn't help but caress her skin with his fingertips. The feel of her breast molding to fit the shape of his hand with its heavy softness made him groan.

"Ah, my little Ventrue, always so honest." She licked her lips and slid his hand higher until his palm was pressed against her engorged nipple. It was hard against his palm, and Jack's eyes went a little wide at the sensation of it pressing into his skin.

"I want you," she continued, pushing his palm toward her until her breast's ample size overflowed his hand, "to play with my breasts as you desire. Do as you will." With that, she let go of his hand, and placed her claws upon the back of his neck to rest there. She waited.

Jack was sure he'd died and gone to heaven. Died again, maybe? With her gentle grip on his neck, he drifted across the blankets toward her longer body, and finally brought his face to her breasts.

What's a man to do when an amazing, huge pair of breasts, so soft and heavy, are just inches from his face? Jack found himself moving without telling himself to, and his lips touched the topside of her bosom. His kisses pressed into her skin, and he let his chin sink into her a bit as he found the sheer size of her breast enough to let his face rest against.

Unable to contain himself any longer, his lips moved further down, and he wrapped his mouth around the large, swollen nipple and areola. A gentle mewl escaped Antoinette. God, how could such an unobtainable goddess be letting him do this? Not just letting him, encouraging him. She pulled his head closer to her breast, enough that much of it overwhelmed his lips, chin and nose with its softness. If he had to breathe, he'd be worried.

He brought both palms to her breasts, but with his head unsupported it had to fall to the blankets. That was alright though. Her other breast, squished under its sister, was just as inviting and soft, and he delightedly wrapped his lips around its nipple instead. Even on his side, he managed to wrap her breast with both palms, and gently squeezed and kneaded its size. With his palm trapped underneath it, its size completely hid his hand and buried his fingers.

A touch of lips on his buzzed hair shocked him from his breasts obsession, and he looked up to see the source. Antoinette was smiling down at him with that softer, more elegant, more natural and honest smile he was growing fond of.

She closed her eyes and rolled onto her back with her hips still turned to face him. Her hands raised and ran through her white hair, now splayed out across the black sheets, like a painting of white radiance against night's black. With her body mostly flat against the bed, her breasts slipped free of Jack's hands and lips, only to flatten against her body with their natural weight. The volume of them dipped to the sides of her torso, mostly toward Jack, and the sheer size of them combined with the angle made them seem like the most comfy pillows imaginable.

She pointed a finger at him, and curled it toward her breasts.

Jack groaned, almost growled even, and pulled himself over her. Sitting down beside her, he leaned over and put one hand next her so the other could cup the side of one of her breasts. He pushed its weight back up onto her torso, where it slid lightly toward her neck from how she was laying down. God, the size of them. He leaned back in to devour it with a little more aggression this time. The way her breast moved and rolled with its size over her smooth, perfect body was too much for the little Ventrue. He just had to have her, and with tight lips around her nipple, he started to suckle.

Antoinette outright moaned with this, and brought both her hands out to hold his head from behind.

"Never have I seen a man so engrossed with a woman's bosom. Like a child," she said, but her voice was anything but insulting. No, she was encouraging him, even pressing him harder to her breast. Her leg nearest his slid over to nudge against him; she was beyond smooth, like the silk they were laying upon.

"You have warmed me, little Ventrue." With a grin, she put both her hands on Jack's temples and raised his head. He was almost drooling. "I trust one such as you is well educated in the anatomy of a woman?"

Jack blushed bright red, but nodded. He knew she knew everything about him, including his lack of experience with such things. His only experiences worth mentioning had been with her after all. But a man could learn a thing or two from diligent internet research.

"Good. Make me cum." She giggled when his eyes went wide. "And you may only use your mouth for now. Come, slowly now." With that, she leaned back even as she pushed his head down toward her belly. Once she had pushed him far enough that his eyes were over her pelvis, she slowly, teasingly spread her milky white, toned legs apart, and laid herself bare.

Jack, with a gulp and groan, slid over one of her legs to get between them. He got down onto his stomach and leaned in close, but nothing could prepare him for the unusual beauty of the scene. Antoinette's vulva were smooth, just like the rest of her, and the lips of her pussy were of the same dark tint red as her lips and nipples. It was exceedingly erotic against her alabaster skin. More so was how little beads of her juices coated her pussy's lips, and she periodically gave her muscles a slow but hard squeeze that forced out a couple more drops of her juices.

Antoinette just reveled in waiting.

He was terrified. He was excited. He was shaking with fear. Or was it arousal? He couldn't tell anymore. A mighty goddess had her legs spread and was asking for him to pleasure her, and one wrong move could upset her. But... he really, really wanted to touch her.

He leaned down to her center, and with a very large degree of nervousness, placed a couple kisses around her inner thighs. Satisfied, quiet mewls from the Prince eased his anxiety though, and he pushed into his kisses more. Her skin was so smooth, always so smooth, but her thick legs were toned and strong. It was a lovely feeling, that soft skin against hard muscle beneath his lips.

His kisses drifted closer to her pussy, but he took his time. Antoinette was not some schoolgirl. She was ancient. She wanted him to go slow, and so did he.

Finally, his kiss found her labia. They were wet. Very wet. He blinked in surprise at the reaction her body had given to his touch. While the blush of life had brought her body's living functions back to the surface, he hadn't expected her body's response to be so strong. Her juices moistened his lips, and he sighed into her body. When his kisses eventually found her clitoris, erect and swollen, Antoinette outright moaned.

"Careful Jack. Gently... slowly...," she said. Her claws drifted down to her stomach and down her thighs.

Jack tried to contain his excitement. She was enjoying it. The ancient succubus was enjoying his touch. He beamed with pride and grinned into his kiss upon her clit. She'd said use only his mouth, so he hooked his arms under her legs and put his hands onto her stomach while he eased his tongue against her moist cunt.

Her hands found his and netted their fingers together. She tickled his palms with her fingernails and let out more, quiet moans. When he let his tongue slip under her clit and pressed it to her body, her grip on his hands tightened. He could feel her muscles clench, and more juices leaked from her onto his lips, even onto his chin with her arousal.

When he gave her clit a gentle little suckle, her grip on his fingers tightened sharply. Apparently, he'd found something she liked. He smiled into his kiss before sucking her swollen button back between his lips again, this time where he kept it with a constant but ever-so-gentle suckling.

He stopped for a moment, and the Prince gave a tiny whimper. Oh god the sound of her voice, making tiny whimpers because of him? He really wanted to devour her harder, but she said slow, she liked slow. Slow was making her mewl. So slowly, he explored the whole of her labia. He probed at her pussy's clenching muscles with curious licks, and sucked her lips between his own, just to hear the quiet purrs of pleasure she made. It was when his lips trapped the entirety of her clit though, that her sounds grew so erotic it was making his cock hurt between him and the bed.

He sucked a little harder this time, and pushed with his tongue against the budding, swollen flesh in his mouth. The pressure was apparently too much for Antoinette, her hands grabbed his head and pinned him to her. He looked up from between her legs, down the valley of her body to her face, but could not see anything but her chin. Her head was reeled back, and her grip was firmly on the back of his skull, preventing him from retreating.

She had grown quiet, but more juices had joined the mess between her legs. It dripped from the little Ventrue's mouth and wet the sheets. Her legs spread further, and her hips pushed her slit up against his mouth in rhythm with her clenching muscles, until more of her fluids dripped down her skin. Her orgasm was silent, not a squeak or moan to be heard, but her body spoke volumes as her legs started to shake and her hands did not let go. Jack knew better than to grow too zealous with his licks during her climax, but he could not resist another long stroke of his tongue along the folds she was pinning his head to. That managed to pull a gasp from her, and another drop of her cum hit his tongue before trickling down his chin.

"Ah... that was delightful." At last the mighty Prince released him, and Jack put his palms to the sheets to sit up before wiping his lips dry.

"... wow." He sat there and watched her, and she watched him in return. She kept her legs spread, and her hands returned to her breasts to softly knead the mounds. She was massaging her breasts in front of him. His member felt like it was going to explode.

"Now, little Ventrue, I want you to use only your hands."

Fuck yes. He was free to touch her, to open her, to feel her. Anxiety was replaced with genuine excitement by this point.

His left hand reached out and rested against her leg for balance, and his right ran its fingertips up and down the Prince's soaked folds. She chuckled at him, but soon her juices had coated his fingers, warming them and moistening them. With curious experimentation, he caressed her labia from side to side, and traced the lines of them up to the hood of her swollen clit. It only took a touch of the underside of the little nub to make Antoinette let out a quiet mewl.

"Am I some new land for you to explore?"

"Sorry! I just... never done this, and... you're so beautiful. I want to...."

She reached down between her legs with both her hands, and with a slow, teasing motion, she spread her lips for him. "Explore."

Jack gulped. Her juices were leaking out of her, and he could see the opening of her pussy clench down in anticipation. It was all so wet and inviting. His index finger grew bold and pressed along her folds before sliding toward the opening, and with an almost fearful slowness, he slid his digit into her squeezing body.

God her insides felt amazing.

Antoinette chuckled and squeezed down on him in response, and Jack found himself groaning again. Her insides were so warm, rippled with bumps and grooves, and each clench she made only highlighted the curvature. When he turned his hand over so his palm faced upward, he curled his finger and found a swollen bump, slightly rougher than the rest of her flesh.

Her sigh of content was his signal. He'd found her g-spot, and he smiled to himself. He sneaked in his middle finger to join his index, and the tightness of her walls increased, as did his pressure on the bump of her flesh. His other hand went flat over her pelvis, just above her pubic bone, and when he pushed down on it, he could feel his fingers pressing up from within her.

"Nn... Jack, sly little creature." She slid her hands back up to her body, and pushed her hips forward to meet his fingers. "Harder."

The little man did as commanded. He pushed his fingers up against her g-spot, and with his other hand, pushed down against her pelvis, trapping her between his hands and massaging the sensitive flesh between. Her pussy dripped her juices down his knuckles, and her ass raised when he pushed harder up against her.

He stopped. She gave him a small pout, but he had to feel more. He sank his fingers into her as deep as they could until her folds swallowed his last knuckles, and he rubbed his fingers up against the soft flesh of her cunt from beginning to end. With his other hand pushing down, he could feel every groove of the softness of her squeezing, tight muscles, milking at his fingers. Antoinette wiggled her hips to meet his exploring fingers, and she mewled in rhythm with them.

He started to finger her in earnest. Instead of just curling his fingers, he started to push his whole hand upward, and the motion gave his two fingers inside her enough force to almost slap against her g-spot. It was enough force to make a sloshing sound of her growing juices, and pull even more moans from the mighty Prince. He got faster, and faster as his actions only made the Prince grow louder and louder. Just to hear her voice make such sounds was intoxicating, and watching her heavy breasts tremble along her body even more so.