My Little Ventrue Pt. 03 Ch. 04

She couldn't even look in Jessy's direction, let alone in her eyes. "... yes." As if to finalize the decision, she put her hand out on her laptop and closed it.

"Fuck yes! Um, what day is it? Yeah I can get them over!" Jessy jumped up and down. "Fuck I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

"Slow down! I... p-p...p-p-p-"

"I getcha! I know, I know. Come on Natasha we've been friends for decades. You think I'd just throw you in head first?" The blond slid up onto the counter to sit, and put her hand down on Natasha's laptop, as if she'd somehow conquered Natasha's love for solitude. "Slow as you want. No rush."

"Ok. Ok I..." She frowned at herself. They were just ghouls. Kine! She was fifty years embraced and still, the thought of having sex made her extremely nervous. You're in control Natasha. They're just ghouls, Jessy's ghouls, your friend's ghouls! There's no reason to be nervous.

Except for the typical, stupid reasons; she was a short, flat-chested pale skinny girl with no figure. The idea of a ghoul not wanting to have sex with her because she was—

"I can already see where your mind is going Natasha. And I can officially confirm for you that the boys all very much want to fuck you."

Natasha's jaw dropped. Since when was Jessy so perceptive? And... really? "Really? They... you know." She looked down at herself.

"Hell yes. You got that little yoga girl body that drives them nuts. No worries there." And then the phone was out in her hand.

"Wait! Wait I... um..."

Jessy held the phone in her hand, but did stop. Thank god her friend was her friend, and not some bully. Well, a bit of a bully, but not a big one.

"Any time you want to stop we can stop, you know that girl! But we'll be in charge, and I'll be right next to you the whole time."

"... the... whole time..." She nodded, and gave Jessy the go-ahead.

Right next to her. Jessy had said that every time, but it never really occurred to Natasha what that would entail. She'd never run through the thoughts to that point. They were just words before, but now, now she was visualizing what that meant. Her and Jessy, next to each other, while having sex.

And that, she admitted only to the darkest corner of her mind, was enticing. So much of her porn collection focused on group sex, but for some reason she just couldn't picture herself in that scenario. At least until Jessy finally dialed the number.

"Hey Brad, get the boys together. Got a treat for you tonight. I expect you all here in thirty minutes." Beep. "There! Done and done. Oh man this is going to be great... hey, c'mere." Jessy hopped back off the counter, reached out, and took Natasha's hands to pull her off the stool until they were both standing.

"...w-what?"

Jessy blushed life, so the darker colors of permanently tanned skin filled out her cheeks, and darkened her lips. "Blush for me."

Natasha sighed. She was in it now. But she did as requested and blushed life. Her skin barely changed.

"You are so pale!" Jessy said. Now Natasha blushed with embarrassment, and the fake life immediately made her face glow red; she could feel it in her cheeks. "And now you're blushing! Oh my god that is so adorable."

"Don't t-t-t-t-t-tease... me..."

"Sorry. Really. I'm being an ass. Come on." Jessy pulled her along and into Natasha's bedroom. Just a simple king bed and a closet. "You're probably wearing some boring underwear though. That's the only thing you'll have to fix."

"My underwear isn't..." Yeah, it was boring.

Jessy started opening her drawers and digging through clothes. Jessy was always at Natasha's apartment just hanging out, and was quite comfortable digging through her things all the time. They didn't share a size but that didn't stop her friend from being nosy.

"Aha! Here, put this on." She tossed Natasha pair of boy shorts. Tiny, tight purple ones. "Boys see you wearing only that and they will get on their knees begging for a piece of you."

"... just this?"

"Yeah! Nervous? It's no big, come on." And like it was absolutely nothing, Jessy threw off her t-shirt.

Natasha's mouth fell open. She'd seen Jessy naked before, but always in a more professional setting, generally when having to quickly change when doing Invictus work. But this time, Jessy was facing her, and standing there in nothing but a pair of jeans, Natasha couldn't help but stare.

Jessy had a lot of muscle for a woman, and her stomach was a cut figure of bumps and grooves of definition. Her breasts were larger than Natasha would have expected on a powerful, ripped figure like her friend, and her nipples were small and dark like her lips.

Jessy hardly noticed Natasha staring. Instead the Gangrel whipped off her pants too, and was now standing there in absolutely nothing but a thong, one of those black ones made to go with gym wear; when exercising wasn't enough, but you had to look sexy while exercising too.

"... you... you're um... you wear that? All the t-time?"

"This? Hell yeah." Jessy turned around, slipped a finger under the thong's waistband at the hip, and gave it a snap. "Hugs the ass, emphasizes the shape."

"But it looks so uncomfortable!"

Jessy shrugged. "We all have things we're vain about, right? I love my ass and legs. I bet Beatrice is probably the same. Fit girls love their legs and butt." The Gangrel turned around a little, did a one-eighty, and stopped when facing away so her ass was on full display for Natasha. "You like?" The girl was devolving into a teenager right before her eyes.

Natasha's whole body was blushing. She could actually see her own fingers turning red. "T-t-too much!" It did really emphasize the shape though, and Jessy was a fit woman. She had a large, toned butt.

"Aw come on. You know you're going to be having sex right? With four guys? You have to get at least a little comfortable. Come on, strip. It's just me."

She wasn't a virgin. She had sex before. Decades ago... but still, she did not appreciate Jessy's patronizing.

"Ok just..." She couldn't say don't look, because it made no sense. So she forced herself, with shaky fingers, to start undoing the buttons of her sweater.

Jessy moved over to sit on the bed, and watched. She made no efforts to cover up her breasts, and in fact, she let one hand's fingers drift up and down her legs, then up her stomach, and eventually up to her breasts to caress a nipple in slow circles.

Apparently, just getting undressed was turning on her friend. "Are you... always... so horny?"

"Yes! Come on Natasha, you don't get it. You're a Kindred, fifty years embraced! If there's one thing, just one thing that makes this second life worth it, it's the sex. Can't get a disease, can't get pregnant, anal is on the menu twenty-four seven, and I don't know about you but I haven't had my period since being turned. And every stupid hangup from society is gone. No one cares if you fuck everyone on the planet. We can fuck whenever, with whoever, however, and we can go as long as we want. Free to be as sexual as we want."

The moment Jessy realized she was in charge of her sex life in a way only a Kindred can be, the girl had apparently become ravenous. And, had never stopped being ravenous. When Natasha was young and had just left the Ordo Dracul, she'd joined the Invictus and befriended Jessy. From day one, Jessy was a sexual creature, brazen and open about it. And while it made Natasha squirm, other Kindred didn't flinch when Jessy mentioned orgies and double penetration and orgasms so powerful she soaked her kine in her juices. The male Kindred often engaged in conversation with her to share similar stories. And women sometimes did too; perhaps not with stories as absurdly extreme as Jessy's regular trysts of ten legs, but with stories of seducing kine, and engaging in sex with a man under their control. And how powerful it made them feel, how orgasmic.

Natasha had missed that bandwagon. Only elders or older ancillae seemed to stop talking about sex, while everyone Natasha's age seemed content to delve into sex with unending fervor.

"M-Maybe you can be that sexual, but for me it's... hard." And she most definitely didn't want to fuck everyone on the planet.

"Girl, I am telling you, you are sexy as fuck. Is this a Mekhet thing?"

Maybe it was a Mekhet thing, a little. It was in her bloodline to prefer shadows. Jessy and her Gangrel blood on the other hand, seemed to thrive on being a pack leader of a group of ghouls.

"Hey, don't stop. Come on." Jessy, impatient, got up and reached out for Natasha's buttons.

Natasha smacked her hand away. "I'll do it!" Grumbling and muttering, she kept going, and eventually removed her sweater. Underneath, she was wearing a soft fitness tank top. Comfort over fashion.

Jessy licked her lips and reached out again, but got nowhere when Natasha slapped her hands twice.

"Aw come on. Please?" Jessy gave her the biggest pair of doe eyes she'd ever seen.

It was comically out of place on the rough-loving Gangrel.

"... fine." She raised her arms.

Jessy's face erupted with so much cheer, it was like Natasha had just given her a surprise party. She reached out, slipped her fingers under the sides of the sports top, lifted it up and off of Natasha, and tossed it aside.

"God damn! Your breasts... fucking god that's hot."

"They're small." She covered them with her arms.

"Yeap, and that is very fucking hot on you. And your nipples have that bright pink color!" Jessy reached out yet again, but stopped herself short this time of groping Natasha's breasts. Her hands went lower, and with ninja fingers she undid the zipper of Natasha's skirt and slid it off of her in one fell swoop. She was still wearing her simple white underwear.

"Jessy! You're... not being nice."

"Can't help myself. And I know you need a little push, y'know? The guys aren't here yet, it's just us." This time, she scooped her fingers into the sides of her panties and yanked them down before Natasha could stop her.

"Hey!" Both Natasha's hands went down to cover herself, but were grabbed by Jessy's hands. Natasha squirmed to try and hide her privates, but Jessy was so much stronger. "You're... you said... you wouldn't push me."

"I won't, really. But it's just us and I really have to see... I have to."

Natasha blinked. Jessy was just... staring at her, between the legs, as if entranced. Her friend's voice had sort of faded too, as if something had taken her breath away. If Natasha didn't know any better, she'd think it was lust and admiration both in the Gangrel's eyes. And the way she was staring at her sex was making Natasha's whole body blush red. Jessy was getting aggressive like an aroused animal, and it was a bit scary.

But knowing her friend was getting so worked up just because of her was sending all sorts of signals to Natasha's body.

"... god," Jessy said.

"What?" Natasha squirmed some more, but the way Jessy was staring at her was making her strength fade. She knew that look, but she never really thought about it. Jessy joked a lot about it, sure, but they were just words. To actually see her Gangrel friend staring at her exposed parts with her 'I want to fuck that' eyes was shocking.

"It's smooth."

"I... shaved it years ago, and... d-decided to not regrow it." Kindred could choose what parts of their body to revert to natural state in their daily sleep. It's how Kindred kept their tattoos and piercings gained post embrace.

"And it's so small! Barely any lips. It's... so tiny, and it's just this tiny little slit! Fuck I'm so jealous."

Jessy analyzed the anatomy of Natasha's vagina like it was perfectly ok to say those words. It was so crude and blatant, but... jealous?

Jessy just kept looking at her with arousal painted on her face, and the way her eyes were glazed over and drinking in the sight of Natasha's body, it was starting to make the Mekhet feel warm. Jessy wanted her. That was why the Gangrel kept bugging Natasha about sleeping with her ghouls.

Glass shattered, and the night took on a different feeling. Natasha was no longer nervous about the ghouls, or at least not as nervous, instead she became nervous about the blond creature gazing at her exposed parts.

"Jessy, um... the guys..."

"Right! Right... yeah, here." She finally let go of Natasha's wrists, and fetched the boy shorts before handing them to her. "Fuuuuuuck you're going to look so hot in these."

"This girl t-talk is horrible!" She stepped into the boy shorts as quick as possible, then stood back up and folded her arms across her chest again. Stark naked except for the boy shorts, she waddled over to the mirror and took a peek. Not even five feet tall, with black hair reaching halfway down her back, and pale skin. She was very thin, but at least you couldn't see her ribs. Much.

Jessy's phone buzzed. "They're here. Come on."

"Wait! W-wait I..."

"Natasha, they're just my ghouls. Bloodbags. Don't like what they do? Tell em to stop or to change it up or whatever and they will obey like dogs. And I personally guaran-fucking-tee all four of them want to bone you."

From a hermit's life to an orgy. She was really in it now.

"... ok."

"Fuck yeah." Jessy took her hand and pulled her out into the living room.

Just ghouls, just ghouls, they were just ghouls. Kine that were bloodbound to Jessy. She fed on kine all the time. This was no different, she'd just get to enjoy it a little more. Maybe. Hopefully.

"Hey guys, get in here!"

Fuck, she was lost in her thoughts again, and didn't notice Jessy opening the door, or ushering the ghouls in. Natasha did her best to hide her body with her arms, but also appear nonchalant. It most definitely was not working.

"Hey boss, topless already? Hey—whoa! Holy shit it's Madam Vola."

"Vola? Holy fuck... look at that."

The four men were all tall, broad shouldered, with muscles, scruff and military cuts. Two were black, two were white, and all of them looked like they'd spent their lives in the gym. Jessy definitely had a type, but at least she enjoyed a little racial diversity.

Jessy stepped over to Natasha and stood beside her. "Guys, my partner here normally doesn't do this sort of thing. If you ever want to touch her, you will do exactly as she says and no more, no less. She says eat shit I expect it done. Got it?"

"Got it boss!" they said at the same time, like some sort of squadron.

"Go ahead Natasha, give em an order."

Natasha blinked up at her tall friend next to her, then back at the quartet before them. Orders. Orders orders. "Um... you two," she said, and pointed between two of them.

"Chris ma'am."

"Isaac ma'am."

"Chris, Isaac, you two... kiss each other."

The other two guys laughed, but Chris and Isaac didn't hesitate. They didn't half-ass it either, and in moments had locked lips. And kissed. And kissed some more.

"Ok, you c-can... stop."

"Ha," Jessy said with a laugh, "I do that all the time."

"Yeah?" Suddenly, ideas of having the four men, naked, doing things to each other, were dancing through her mind. Hehe.

"K boys, follow us." Jessy snickered, took Natasha's hand again, and walked her back into her bedroom. Once back in Natasha's room, she slid onto the bed and put her topless body on display by lying on her side.

Natasha, unsure of what to do, sat down in the middle of the bed with legs folded, arms across her chest, and watched the boys walk in and line up side by side.

They were all blatantly aroused, with erections poking against their pants and eyes drinking up the sight of Jessy's body. But, they were staring at her too. A lot. Natasha couldn't stop blushing.

"Strip!" Jessy almost shouted.

One of the boys put down something. Lube, it looked like. And then all four of them stripped down. Belts, shirts, jeans, all were removed until four nude men were standing before them. And all of them were just as muscled and ripped as she expected.

"You... definitely have a pattern," she said.

"Ha! I know right? Lot of muscle means a lot of blood. Hey Brad, get over here."

Brad walked up to the edge of the bed and waited. Natasha, realizing that she was the only one in the room hiding her body, suddenly felt awkward for doing it. She lowered her arms to expose her breasts, and blushed all the harder when Brad started to stare at them.

"Lie down on your back right here," Jessy said.

"Yes boss." Brad crawled up onto the bed, turned over, and lay on his back along the bed between Jessy and Natasha. The bed was full of bodies now.

Jessy sat on her knees beside him, and put her hands down on the boy's chest and stomach. Abs, pectorals, he was a valley of meat.

"Taking care of yourself? My blood won't stop you from getting fat!" She pinched his nipple hard enough to get a yelp out of him, and Natasha had to cover her mouth to not giggle.

"Boss! I am taking care of myself, boss!"

Oh wow, she treated them like it was boot camp. But all four guys were smiling; they seemed to enjoy it.

"You better." She reached over, and wrapped her hands around his member. The man's pubic hair was kept short, trim, and his member was quite large. Jessy probably picked these ghouls based on their proportions, penis included. So vain. But, now that the man was just lying there in front of Natasha, naked and smiling up at her, she couldn't deny a certain primal appeal to it.

And it was all making her very hungry. Her eyes went down to where Jessy was lightly stroking the man's shaft. Jessy herself looked more than aroused by now, to the point her dark nipples were standing on swollen areola. Both of them were hungry in more than one way.

"So I can... eat?" Natasha said.

"Sure! And I always get the guys to pop some blues before coming over, so you can fuck em, bite em, and even when you're done they're still hard for a good while."

Natasha put her hand on her neck. "Oh... my." She was going to protest about the health concerns with constant use of erection aid drugs like sildenafil or such, but ghouls would regenerate from such potential harm.

"Yes boss, I—"

Jessy put the finger of her free hand on Brad's mouth. "Shut up." Despite that, she continued to stroke the man's cock, and Natasha found her eyes locked on the sight of Jessy's hand squeezing, gripping, working the length in the slow massage. "Come on Natasha, do whatever you want."

"O-ok." It took a lot of courage just to keep her arms from covering her breasts, let alone touch the big naked guy on her bed. But Jessy was right, she was Kindred and they were kine and that meant they were bloodbags. Delicious, beautiful, warm, sexy bloodbags. Jessy bossed them around like slaves, and they enjoyed it. And Jessy had given her full license to do whatever she wanted.

And that was finally sinking into her mind. Full freedom to do whatever she could possibly want with the ghouls. She had the power in the room. If she wanted, she could have all four of them lay upon her bed on their stomachs while she stood on their backs and danced. Is this what it felt like to be a Ventrue?

Bolstered with courage, Natasha slid over to sit across from Jessy, with the man's pelvis between them. Jessy noticed, removed her hands from Brad, and with trembling grip, Natasha put her hand around the man's cock.

How many years had it been since she wrapped her hands around a man's dick? Decades. She gave it a tiny squeeze, and Brad let out a small moan. Warm, hard, and now that she was looking down at it, she could see the moisture building at the tip of his glans. Brad was circumcised, and his glans looked so ripe, full of blood and need. Her other hand reached out, touched a finger to the tip of his cock, and started to spread the single drop of warm precum that had started to leak.

"Fucking god that's hot," Jessy said.

Natasha grinned like a satisfied kitten. This wasn't so bad. When she glanced over at the three men still waiting, they were all gazing intently at her. Not Jessy, but her. They were eating her up with their eyes, and doing their best to keep from masturbating while watching what she was doing to their friend.