My Little Ventrue Pt. 02 Ch. 01

"S-sure."

More giggles, but when he looked at the ghouls, he could see they were just as nervous as him. Nervous, and aroused. The nipples of their small, pert breasts were standing hard against their swimsuits, and they just lightly rubbed their thighs together while they too squirmed a little. And, at the height of his new senses, he could smell their blood course with need.

Ashley was the first to get up. They'd shared a Kiss before, and the sight of her lithe body coming to sit next to him brought back all the tingly memories of it. When Julee came over and sat down on the other side of him, he actually started to get light-headed. So aroused, but so hungry too, a concoction of varying lusts fighting for his attention.

"We can... touch him, Mistress?" Ashley asked.

Jack looked between the two blushing ghouls, then back to Antoinette. She met his gaze, nodded to him, and gave her lips a slow lick.

"Lean back, little Ventrue. Put your hands behind you on the chair, and do not move them." Her words were hushed, teasing, but again they carried that controlling tone.

He obeyed, leaned back, and put his palms to the chair surface behind him. His body was on full display for the two girls at his sides, and he glanced between them with a nervous shiver.

"You may do whatever you wish with him, my pets," Antoinette said, "but be mindful. He is Kindred, and mine."

Welp, he was all their plaything now. But just looking at the Prince was more than enough to sway him; he really was hers, and he loved it.

Ashley was the first to touch him. With a warm sigh, the tiny woman put her hand on his chest, and her fingers roamed the indentations of his lean frame; she must have picked up the habit from the Prince. How long had the three of them been sleeping together? His mind drifted off to thoughts of the two girls, and Antoinette, naked, a mess of legs and breasts, fingers entering each other and lips on each others'—

A hand around his member snapped him to awareness.

"Oh, it's... hard, but kind of soft too." While Ashley was busy exploring his chest, Julee had reached down to wrap her fingers around the hilt of his cock. "None of our toys... get this... texture." Her mouth was lightly parted, and her eyes were fixed on his shaft. She looked like she was in a trance, as if her hand had developed a mind of its own. It started to squeeze him, just softly, and lightly stroke the base of him.

Ashley joined her, and put her hand over the remaining half of his length. "It's kind of spongy."

"Spongy?" He managed a sad, embarrassed frown at the blonde.

Both of them erupted into laughter, but they only scooted in closer, pressed their legs against his, and leaned in to push their breasts against his arms. They put their cheeks to his chest, and looked at each other while glancing down at the cock in their hands.

"Are you gonna do it?"

"I dunno. Are you?"

"Maybe. Mistress said we could do whatever we wanted."

"So we can... you know."

"Yeah. So this... inside...." Ashley squeezed his cock a little harder.

"Then you should do it."

"Why not you?"

"I dunno! It's...."

"I'll do it, then you do it, k?" Ashley said, and got up to stand in front of Jack.

"Ok." Julee smiled at Ashley, then back to Jack. They had curious grins, like plotting thieves.

And then the two of them peeled their swimsuits off. Jack's jaw dropped while they slipped the straps from their shoulders, and pulled the tight fabric away and from their skin. Like Jack, the two girls were lean creatures, small but well built, a bit skinny but nothing unhealthy; Antoinette would never let her ghouls be unhealthy. The two girls were, instead, athletic ballerinas, and their small, pert breasts stood at attention when finally exposed.

The two of them were blushing, but what embarrassment they may have felt was clearly overwhelmed by arousal; he could smell it on them. Their small nipples were hard against their skin, and when they finally pushed their swimsuits down past their hips to fall off, he could see their the arousal on their smooth pussies.

Then they attacked.

"Ah!" Like cats, they pounced him. Ashley got up onto his lap straddled him, and put her hands against his shoulders. He'd have handled her weight fine, but Julee sat beside him, grabbed his arm and pulled it from under him so he fell back onto the chair. Laying on his back with his legs off its side, he could only look between the two girls as they shifted him around until Ashley was comfortable in the nook of his pelvis, with Julee sitting next to them.

Antoinette let out a hearty chuckle. Jack looked to her in panic, but she just grinned at him, smiled that devil smile, and slid her robe apart at the thigh. The Daeva began the blush of life, raised one leg slightly, and with her eyes on Jack, started to lightly stroke her clitoris. Seeing him helpless against the whims of her ghouls was apparently extremely arousing for Prince.

God he loved that.

"So... are you and the Mistress... going to be together a lot?" Ashley slid forward a little, careful of her knees so she didn't fall off the lounge chair, and gently placed her warm cunt against the underside of Jack's cock. "We've never had a man before, and... you're nice. And cute." She put her hands on his chest, and started to slide her body back and forth so her cunt's lips coated his shaft. Antoinette said they'd never been with a man, but if that was true, Ashley had a major porn habit, cause she was quite comfortable with the position.

"...th-thanks."

So warm, wet, inviting. Don't move your hands, Jack. Every fiber in his undead body wanted to take the girl, slam her down on his cock, and bite into her. Drink her, feel her writhe in the Kiss while penetrating her. But Antoinette said don't move, and when he looked to her again, he could see her lips were lightly parted, her eyes just slightly glazed, and her fingers had disappeared between her legs.

Ashley giggled down at him, oblivious to his blood hunger. She shook her hips around a little, let out quiet mewls of bliss as she dragged her clit along his length, and reached out to take Julee's hand. Her fellow ghoul was awestruck by it all, Jack noticed, with her eyes locked to where Ashley was soaking him. And her mouth simply dropped when Ashley sat up, reached down, and guided Jack into her drenched insides.

The little vixen was so tight, it was almost painful. She slid into the groove of his pelvis, and with a playful squeal, wriggled her hips around some more.

"Nn... oh... oh! I like this." Ashley wasted no time. Jack could hardly believe the sheer sexual drive of the ballerina sitting on him. "We need to do this more." She started to slide back and forth with speed, complete with tiny mewls of bliss, and her insides only grew more tight as more of her juices coated him.

Antoinette had clearly nourished the girl's sexual drive, but Jack found himself looking away from the ghoul to the Prince instead. Ashley was certainly beautiful, and definitely lively, but she had none of the control or subtlety of Antoinette.

The Prince caught his eye, spread her robe for him so he could see her hand, and continued to finger her insides in slow, insidious motions. The woman was a sexual marvel of drawn-out, deliberate movements; everything she did was calculated to make him boil with need. As if on queue, with a grin, she used her other hand to point at Ashley, and silently mouthed some words.

Drink her.

Jack sat up, wrapped Ashley's naked back in his hands, and pulled her into him.

"What? Hey, wai-" Her words came to a stop when he sank his fangs into her neck.

Oh. My. God. The blood. Oh god it was so warm, and it tasted different. Something was different in the blood, an odd taste on his tongue like a sweet spice that made the blood a dessert. Ashley's wriggling, writhing, squirming, it all mixed and made her blood practically squirt into his mouth; he had to bite her hard and keep his lips tight just to make sure none spilled.

"But... we just... started....." Ashley's voice turned into quiet pants. Her hands reached out to hold onto Jack's sides, but her grip was weak and trembling. Despite her growing still until she was reduced to a quivering, faint thing in his arms, she started to cum, hard. Her insides squeezed in random spasms, and a copious amount of juices leaked from her until she was dripping from his body.

Her orgasm intensified everything. The blood became a sweet, flowing river that washed over his tongue and throat, warmed his insides, and made him hold her tighter. The small creature in his grip was helpless, barely conscious anymore, but when he secured his grip and pulled her hips to him to sink her slit to the hilt of his cock, she came all the more. Being trapped in his Kiss while skewered on him turned the ghoul into a mess of trembling bliss and fluids, and with each shudder of her body, more of her blood naturally gushed over his teeth. No wonder Kindred often fucked their victims; it turned them into geysers of blood and delight.

Julee put her hand on his shoulder. It was enough to snap him back to awareness, and he finally let the blonde ballerina go. She collapsed against his chest though, and judging from the sounds she was making, she'd either passed out or was so exhausted she might as well have been. Jack gave her neck wound several licks, both to heal the fang marks, but also because god damn that blood was sweet.

"Wow. She...."

"Ashley grew a little too bold for my taste, and I could see Jack was hungry." The Prince got up, stepped over to their chair, and reached out to pick up the petite thing. Jack let out a tiny groan as Ashley's warm, drenched insides were pulled off of his cock, and the ballerina was set down onto another chair nearby.

"Can... can I... you know....." Julee slid a little closer to Jack, still on the same chair as him, and pressed her body into his arm. Her head was upturned to look at the Prince though; she was asking Antoinette, not him. He couldn't blame her.

The Prince curled her fingers toward her as invite, and Julee got up to stand in front of her, between her and Jack. Julee didn't have anywhere near the same bounce or enthusiasm as Ashley, but Jack could smell the arousal on her all the same. The brunette ballerina was definitely more shy than her friend.

"Please forgive me, my little Ventrue," the Prince said. Still in her robe, the Prince was behind Julee -- fuck she was tall -- and put her hands on the small girl's shoulders. "Ever since our first night together, I have shared stories with my pets of us. You know how much women enjoy talking with each other." She let her hands drift over Julee's shoulders, and even down her body to find her tiny breasts, where she cupped them and traced circles around her hard nipples. "And my poor pets have both been neglected, and dying to taste you."

"Oh... really? I mean, it's just me." He reached up to scratch at his head. Why would they want him so bad?

"Mister Terry, for all the confidence of a Ventrue, you underestimate yourself when it comes to women." Antoinette reached down, wrapped one of her hands around Julee's throat, and her other sneaked its way down the lean girl's stomach to find her smooth, drenched pussy. To prove her point, the Prince purposefully spread the ghoul's lips wide to expose the dripping folds.

Julee could only mewl with helplessness. She didn't struggle, didn't even turn her head, she just looked at Jack, the Prince's hand still around her throat, and blushed so bright her face went completely red. The ghoul really, really wanted him.

"So I promised my ghouls that they would have their first time with you." Antoinette nudged Julee forward, and the ghoul let out an excited squeak. She climbed onto the chair again, straddled Jack over his stomach, and put her hands on his chest. Unlike Ashley, the brunette had trouble making eye contact, and even raised one of her arms to hide her breasts after she noticed Jack staring at them. Her nipples looked so hard against her pert breasts and thin body.

"Shit, and I'm just laying here and-"

"Just as we wanted, little Ventrue. Please lay back, and relax." He couldn't see the Prince very well, with Julee nearly sitting on his chest, but he didn't have to to feel her grip around his cock.

"Ah... hey...." Her grip was so... perfect. Firm, solid, just shy of painful, just enough to keep him on the edge. And she kept that grip on him even as her other hand took Julee's hip, and slid her back like she was weightless until her warm lips found his glans. The Prince rubbed his cock up and down against Julee's entrance, but Jack couldn't see any of it, he could only wriggle and squirm while Antoinette teased Julee with him.

"Mistress... please... it's too embarrassing." Julee's whole body was turning red. She hugged herself, but one of her hands had drifted up to her parted lips where quiet pants and mewls escaped. The girl radiated young sexuality, the same as Ashley, even if it was behind some shyness. Jack understood her all too well.

But thank god, while Julee may have been too shy to initiate, Antoinette was not. She finally pushed Jack's swollen cock in toward the young girl's cunt, and pulled Julee back until she fell into the crevice of Jack's pelvis.

"Nn! Oh... oh...." Julee put her hands down against her own legs and looked down at where she was spread over Jack's cock. Everything was soaked, and not just in her own juices but her fellow ghoul's as well. So warm, so very warm. "This... feels nice. It feels different than toys. It...." Julee shifted her weight forward a little, partly at the Prince's behest as Antoinette put both her hands on the girl's hips. "It's got... it's different, and...."

The Prince laughed, a full laugh that made Jack smile despite himself. "Sex between a man and woman is a delicious thing. You can feel him filling you up, spreading you open, warm, hard." Antoinette said, and after sitting down behind Julee on the large lounge chair, she reached one hand up under Julee's arms until she found the girl's throat again. Just a small grip of the petite thing's neck was enough to make Julee squeeze on Jack's cock like a vice.

And when the Prince used her other hand to play with Julee's swollen clit, Jack had to do everything in his power to not cum right there.

Julee on the other hand held no such reservations. Jack could see it in the tiny thing's barely open eyes; the Prince's grip around her neck was a trigger. With Antoinette holding the girl's neck in one hand, and her clit in the other, her ghoul turned into a squirming mess of mewls, and Jack could only do his best to hold still. Those tight, squeezing muscles were working back and forth on his length, though from the look on Julee's face he could see she wasn't meaning to. She was too preoccupied with trying to hold still, but the Prince knew just how to touch, just where to squeeze, to milk pleasure from someone. She'd done it to him dozens of times, and now she was doing it to the girl sitting on his cock.

Then Antoinette sank her teeth into Julee.

"Mistress! Not now, I... he's.... watching...."

Julee started to cum immediately, and Jack joined her a moment later. There was simply no way he could hold on any longer, with how the ballerina was moaning, mewling, and trembling on him. When Antoinette bit into her, Julee just erupted in the same way Ashley had, and came so hard Jack could feel every muscle inside her spasm in random spurts. Her juices practically gushed over his cock, down his pelvis, and his own juices soon joined her in the mess, white trickling out of her. She was milking him of his cum, wringing it out of him, when all she was trying to do was survive the combination of orgasm and Kiss.

But for Jack, it was about seeing the act. He'd never actually gotten to see a vampire feed, not like this, not so close. He got to watch Julee's eyes roll upward in the unnatural bliss, see her whole body tremble in the weird mixture of pleasures, see her hands fumble about blindly for something to hold onto while her body shook. Her skin grew a little more faint with the moments, but that didn't stop her body from convulsing in pleasure. The blood was flowing through her like a wave with each mewl she made; he could actually see Antoinette's mouth suckle each time the girl's hips subconsciously pushed forward to grind her cunt against him, milking him of his cum until that too was dripping off of his testicles. Her trembling, quivering insides massaged his swollen cock and ripe glans until the waves of pleasure had his own legs shivering underneath her.

And then there was Antoinette. The Prince was still in her robe, cozy up behind Julee between Jack's legs. The tall woman was sustaining Julee's orgasm to what must have been painful degrees; he knew the feeling. Her eyes though, they were looking at Jack. Red, seductive, intelligent eyes that were gazing into him with blatant desire. He managed to hold eye contact with her, even as Julee continued to writhe on his cock; she wanted to see his eyes, and he wanted to see hers. The Prince loved to stare into his eyes, and with time, he learned to meet hers, to look into her ruby gaze and drink it in.

It was like looking into the eyes of a goddess. Ancient, wise, all-around unfathomable, and so damn fucking beautiful. And she was smiling at him with those eyes even as she drank her ghoul, like it was something easily done. He could barely keep his eyes open when in the Kiss, let alone flirt during it.

At last, she was done drinking. He'd never seen Antoinette so soon after she fed, but he imagined a recently fed tiger looked similar. Julee, on the other hand, was a twitching mess of exhaustion, and she'd long ago collapsed backward against the Prince's bosom.

Antoinette pulled her fangs from the girl's neck, and gave her skin light kisses. "Julee is a little different than Ashley, no?" Again the Prince wrapped her hand around the girl's throat, and squeezed, this time tight enough that Jack could see the girl having trouble breathing. She was choking the exhausted ghoul, and even more so, she started stroking and massaging the girl's clit once more.

And that was more than enough to make Julee, barely conscious after the Kiss, start to tremble on his cock again. Her young muscles squeezed him hard enough to make him wince, milk the final sparks of pleasure from his orgasm, and draw out a few more drops of his cum. Even more of Julee's juices trickled down over him as Antoinette brought the brunette a second orgasm. The ghoul was completely exhausted by the Kiss, and simply sat there with her arms dangling at her sides while her whole body quivered.

Finally, the Prince let Julee breathe, and even gave her a kiss on the cheek, before lifting her from Jack's body, and setting her down next to Ashley. "She enjoys a little breath play, some light domination. Did she feel pleasant upon you, during my Kiss?"

"Oh god yes."

"Wonderful." Antoinette let out a long, satisfied sigh, and undid the belt of her robe. That body was beyond amazing, and such a contrast to the two ghouls she kept. A flat stomach and fit physique, true, but she was a curvy woman, with wide hips, thick legs, and glorious, massive, heavy teardrop breasts.

He really had a thing for breasts.

She kept the robe on, but open, and slipped herself over him so smoothly he almost didn't even realize she was moving. The goddess reached down, took his drenched member in her hand, slid it into her awaiting insides, and then she too got comfortable in the nook of his pelvis. In just a split moment, she'd gone from standing before him, to fucking him, as if she were just slipping on shoes. The expression on her face was anything but bored though; she looked delighted.