My Little Ventrue Pt. 03 Ch. 09

"If I had to guess," he said, "it's because it represents owning your sexuality."

"Makes sense." She climbed up to his lap and straddled his legs, her knees to the couch. Sitting on him, she took the chain and hooked it to her neck with a bolt snap hook, like a pet leash might have. The chain came down between her breasts and split into two smaller chains, each with normal chain-link hooks at the end that she then hooked into the piercings of her nipples.

Julias did everything in his power to keep his hands at his sides.

"Sometimes," she said, "a girl really does just want to give over control though. Get told what to do, taken for a ride, pinned down, have no say in the matter. Just give in, let the man take charge." She slid in closer until the crotch of her thong rubbed against where his erection was pressed hard to his pants. Her body came forward, and she pressed her hard nipples against his suit jacket as her claws drifted along his waist. "Think you can handle that?"

He'd bedded plenty of girls who loved to be told what to do in bed. A lot of them found it freeing, allowed them to let loose and enjoy things they might not otherwise. Beatrice never needed the encouragement; she always told him exactly what she wanted.

But tonight she was different. She was feeling helpless in the dangerous circumstances that were pouring over them. And maybe she just wanted to feel protected.

He kissed her, and smiled. "Go get that plug that we didn't use last time. And some lubricant."

A tiny growl rumbled in her throat, and she kissed his neck as she purred. "Yes sir." She slid off his lap, strutted back to the table, and grabbed two things. One, a bottle of lubricant that they'd both come to enjoy for its long lasting properties, and the other was a dildo with a plug end. Her grin had only grown when she came back to him, and set them into his awaiting palms.

"Turn around," he said.

She shivered, and did as ordered.

He set the large dildo upon his lap. A bendable, somewhat soft creation, colored blue and rather thick and large; a larger toy compared to what the two of them normally used. He looked forward to it.

He set both hands on her ass cheeks, and squeezed. Beatrice, chuckling and squirming, pushed her ass back toward him, and he responded with kneading fingers. Hard muscle, with just enough fat on it to keep its round shape. Perfect. He took the lubricant into one hand, and used his other hand to pull her thong aside.

"Bend over."

Chuckling all the more, she did as requested, and stuck her ass out toward him as she put her claws on her knees.

He placed the tip of the bottle along the crack of her glorious ass, and let the thick liquid drip down and onto her skin. She shivered; liquid was a bit cool compared to her body temperature, since she was blushing life. But in no time, it warmed as the fingers of his other hand pressed against the rose of her ass, and started to massage it into her skin.

The reaction was strong. Triss started to shiver some more, and she spread her legs another few inches as she got comfortable, still bent over, and glancing around her leg to smile at him. Her eyes rolled upward when he eased two of his fingers into her to the first knuckle, and started worming them around, insuring each not only began to soak her muscle with the lubricant, but also start to stretch her open.

Once her entrance was thoroughly lubricated, he set the bottle down, and placed his now free hand between her thighs. Getting warmer, and her folds were starting to glisten with a trace of wetness. And as he started to caress her clitoris with his newly freed set of fingers, Beatrice's shivering grew.

"Been at this three minutes and you're already wet." He eased his two fingers into her ass to the next knuckle, and spread them apart, opening her and stretching the tight muscles within. All the while, his fingers upon her clit moved in a gentle, circular massage.

"Yeap." One of her hands held her knee for support, while the other reached back to pull an ass cheek to the side, to expose more of herself to him, as her long tongue dangled out of her crocodile mouth.

He sank his two fingers deeper into her ass, to the last knuckle, and pressed down. The Nosferatu groaned, squeezed on his fingers for a moment before relaxing, and took a deep breath between her growing pants. Her squeezing resumed all the more as the two fingers on her clit offered a few soft strokes of her piercing dangling from her clit hood. It was the downward presses of his fingers inside her ass that earned the loudest groans though, made her legs shiver and her sphincter squeeze. She started to move her ass toward him, finding the rhythm of his fingers, and he reciprocated with a consistent pace, reaching deep into her and pushing down toward her belly while his other hand continued to caress her swelling clitoris.

He stopped.

"Wha? H-Hey, I was really getting off on that." She peeked her head over to the side, and frowned at him. Paired with her begging eyes, the frown was comical.

He kissed the cheek of her ass, and slid his fingers out of her clenching muscles. Well lubricated, and slightly stretched; perfect. He grabbed the large dildo, and set its bulbous tip against the rose of her ass. Large indeed; pressing against her clenching hole met with no progress, and Triss laughed as she started to relax her muscles. Laughter turned to familiar moans as her wet muscle spread open on the dildo's tip, and inch by inch, Julias slowly sank the object into her ass.

"Damn," he said as he watched her muscles clench and unclench with each passing inch. Bumps and grooves lined the toy, and every so often, slipping one of the thicker parts into Triss made her shudder, and mewl. Once it was in to the end, her anus tightened around the thin part before the flared tip. Secure.

He kissed her ass cheek once again, and slid her thong off her body down to her boots. She stepped out of it without missing a beat, despite her shivering legs, and kicked it to the side.

"God that's... fucking... thick. Deep." She turned around to face him, grinning large and exposing her many teeth. Once was a time where she wouldn't do that, but as she quivered and struggled to hold still, her jaw opened inhumanly wide, and she moaned. Girl couldn't hold still.

"Get one of your small chains, and come sit on my lap."

"Ooh, ok." She turned around and walked for the table again, making sure to sway her ass with every step so the blue plug's end was on full display. "Weird as fuck walking around with this thing inside me."

"Should have stolen one of the vibrating ones that come with a phone app to turn them on or off. Different vibration settings too."

"... they make those!?" With a tiny chain in hand, she turned around and beamed at him, as if he'd given her the keys to happiness. "God bless technology."

He had to admit, much as technology caused their kind many woes, it had brought many possibilities for an expanded sex life. Maybe he'd get her one of those toys, and perhaps other more modern, larger ones, with motors.

His eyes caught onto her body as she straddled his legs once more. Damn that body, the way her abs flexed and crunched when she shifted around, the way the chain pulled on her hard nipples as she got comfortable. He reached for it, and pulled down on the chain, earning a small groan from the Nosferatu as she leaned in with his pulling, and put her lips to his.

"Put on the chain," he said.

Claws found the jewelry, worked it along the pierced hood of her clit, and hooked it on. It was a few inches long, enough that each movement either of them made forced it to rub along the engorged nub.

Julias undid the fly of his pants, and pulled out his cock through the flap of his underwear. Hard to do with Beatrice fighting for all the room on his lap, but she worked with him, and groaned her animal growls when he held his length in his grip.

"Sit."

Giving her orders was a dangerous game. Too much and he'd make her angry, ruin the mood. But she was going along with it, and judging from all her purring and smiles, she was enjoying being on the receiving end of some orders, a lot more than he thought she would. She slid forward and lowered herself, until the dripping wet folds of her pussy found the head of his cock. With her claws braced on his shoulders, body leaning back, she started to ease herself down onto him.

"Oh... fucking... god that is tight," she said.

Julias couldn't say anything. He struggled to keep his hand where it was, instead of grabbing her hips and forcing her down. She was right, it was tight, much tighter than usual. So tight that it was almost painful how her taut entrance gripped and squeezed along his glans as she slowly sank herself down onto him. Her clit chain dangled over his length and nudged against his fingers holding his cock; wet already.

"Fuuuck that's... hitting me... right... fucking there." She leaned in and hugged him, weight still on her knees so she didn't sink down any faster. Still going slow, still taking her time, she started to wriggle her hips left and right as she clenched the top half of his cock, each squeeze leaking more of her juices onto his girth until he could feel her wet warmth along the base of his member.

He let go of his shaft and set his hands on her hips instead. They roamed, kneading the meat of her buttocks with one, the other tickling up and down her naked spine. Her spine was a weak point, and he exploited it mercilessly, fingertips tracing it, dancing along it, making her shiver and squirm.

"Keep going," he said when she stopped.

"Trying, just... don't got any fucking room left."

He could feel that, feel how the huge toy inside her was fighting for room, making everything tight, making every inch she managed to take of his cock a tight heaven of wet muscle milking him. So, with a kiss on her neck and one hand holding her thigh for support, he slapped her ass.

"Hey!"

God damn she squeezed hard, and Julias winced as her pussy gripped down tight like a vise. She sat up too, and frowned at him with her snake eyes. But a second slap wiped it away, replaced it with a dropped jaw and wide eyes, an expression he knew all too well.

She liked it.

"All the way," he said, winking.

The Nosferatu managed to find her composure, and moaned at him as she started to lower herself down again. Clenching muscles managed to relax for a moment, before they started again as the glans of his cock found her depths.

A little whimper sneaked its way out of Triss, and she blocked it off quick with sealed lips and clenched jaw. But she didn't stop lowering herself, and she groaned in her throat as a couple more inches of girth fit into her, stretching her inward. The tightness of her furthest depths along his glans was euphoric for him, but he could see being penetrated so deeply hurt Triss's insides. Her groans told him she loved it. And he knew she would, she always did. Girl got off on a little pain.

He put both hands onto her bare hips, and pushed down.

"Fuuuuuck." She hugged him as she devoured him to the hilt, and once she put a kiss on his cheek, she leaned back and hooked her legs around behind him. He had to slide forward a bit for her to fit her legs, but it was a big couch, more than enough room for her to get cozy on his lap.

"So you'll be my slave for the night, hmm?"

"Ha, yeah." She leaned in again and put another quick kiss on his lips before she leaned back, hooked her claws on his neck, and started to gently rock her body back and forth. "I'm a naughty girl and I need to be punished."

She did love to play games. And, the more he hung out with her, the more he enjoyed playing them. Before with the kine, his meals, the games were always fleeting things that rarely meant something to him. To have a night of silly, sexual fun was for the human to find joy, and for him to leech off of it. But with Triss, it was different, it was... genuinely touching. It was like he'd regressed to a love sick boy, ready to rub noses and speak in baby talk. Not that he'd ever talk baby talk to her; she'd hurt him if he tried.

With her leaning back, he got to watch her body, her handful, amazing breasts, and hard nipples that held the chain connected to her collar. He reached out for the chain, and tugged on it, holding it in a spot to make sure the weight mostly tugged on her neck, but a little on her nipples too. It earned a chuckle, and something close to a tiny mewl from the beautiful monster.

"Slow down," he said.

"Slow down? Come on, I'm fucking soaked, I got a giant dildo in my ass, and I got you fucking balls deep. You have no idea what this feels like. So. Damn. Full." She did know her dirty talk.

"Slow down." Again, he tugged on her leash, enough to make her breasts jiggle with the shaking chain. It forced her to a stop, and earned another mewl. "I want to take the time to enjoy this." While his one hand held the chain connected to her collar and nipples, his other reached down for her clitoris, and he lifted the small chain connected to its hood. Touching the chain forced Triss to tremble, and shaking it made her squeal, a noise he smirked upon hearing.

"Come onnnnn, please?" she said, eyebrows raised with blatant need. Her claws tightened around his shoulders before one slid down to find his tie. He was still fully clothed after all, while she was completely naked. The tie, she loved the tie, and she ran her claw up and down it before her claws came to the end to tug on it in a similar way to his tugging on her chain.

He tugged on hers harder, and she meeped, let go of his tie, and put both her claws on his shoulders again to hold on.

"Bad girl. You deserve to be punished." He reached up, and put his hand around her throat. Her eyes went wide, and she moved her grip from his shoulders to his arms as he started to squeeze. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to establish a firm grip around her neck, enough so she'd feel the strength of his hand. "Hold still."

His other started to play with her clit, hard. He moved the chain, twisted it, shifted it left and right. Triss was reduced to a trembling mess of groans, and her insides squeezed in spasms that made Julias groan as well, deep in his chest. He could feel everything. So tight, so damn ridiculously tight in her with his cock fighting for room, every shift of her weight was divine, soaked insides milking at his length.

She came in moments. Muscles clamped down, and her body froze into an arched position, breasts pushed toward him for the few moments she stopped moving. Once movement came back to her, she started to pant and groan, and looked at him half-glazed eyes as her more of her juices leaked onto the base of him. Spasms, random and quivering, massaged his girth as she trembled upon his lap, until she started to settle.

"You... you do this thing with your meals often?" she said as he let go of her neck. "Never really pictured you choking a girl."

"Never really pictured you wanting me to."

"Hey, a girl can want to try different things in the bedroom. Woman's prerogative. Feel like... I dunno, just... really not controlling anything tonight."

"Any Ventrue would be hard as a rock hearing those words from their lover. We love controlling things."

He chuckled, she did too, and he set both hands on her waist to help stand her back up. The sensation of her boiling hot insides squeezing along his length was euphoric, enough to send sparks of bliss down between his legs as her muscles clenched along the ripe head of his cock, before he was free of her.

"New position?" she said. "We just got started."

Smiling at her, he set his fingers around her neck again, and started to walk forward. She had to walk backward to keep to his pace, and she raised a brow at him as her ass came to rest against the edge of one of the fancy tables. His pants fell as he walked, and he stepped out of them casually, not breaking pace as he pushed her down onto the table.

She wanted him to be rough with her tonight, to hold her down and have his way with her. She didn't want to have to think about anything tonight, just let him take control; because she trusted him. God he loved her; knew just how to drive a Ventrue crazy.

He stood beside the table, and grinned down at his woman. Such a lovely creature, lean and fit, and her many piercings and tattoos accented the curves of her athletic body so well. She was lying on the table from head to buttocks, with her legs below the hip hanging off the table. Perfect.

He reached out with one hand, and again took her by the neck. His other hand slid down her perfect body, her breasts, her hard stomach, down the snake tattoo, and down until they were between her thighs. Took a lot of willpower to not grab her by the hips and get his cock back inside her; fuck he really really wanted to. But not yet. He wanted to prepare her properly.

He sank his fingers into her dripping insides, and pressed them up against her g-spot.

"Oh! Fuck, fuck... god... damn." Her feet raised off the floor for a moment before she got comfortable lying on the table. One of her hands held onto the table edge, while the other grabbed the wrist of his choking hand. Trying to stabilize herself. It wouldn't be enough.

He started to finger her. Hard. With his index and ring finger inside her, palm pointed upward, he brought them up to slap against her insides, hard enough to hear the wet sound of flesh.

"Fuck!" She mewled, loudly, and began twisting and squirming. "Slow down!"

He squeezed her neck harder. Her eyes opened wide when she realized she was truly pinned, and unable to speak anymore. Kindred wouldn't asphyxiate, but it meant she wouldn't be able to communicate with him, tell him to stop or slow down or anything. It meant she had given him total control, whether she wanted to or not.

He smiled down at his prey, and continued to finger her, hard. Every so often, he slowed his hand down, and took the time to press long and deep up against her g-spot, forcing her back to arch and her muscles to clench down. And once she'd begun to settle down, he resumed the upward rapid slapping of his fingers, fast and hard enough to make her ass raise off the table an inch with each impact.

She stared at him, eyes wide, almost panicked, as the orgasm hit her. Her muscles clamped down, and she arched her back once again, eyes closing as her pussy squirted onto his palm. Her legs pressed together, thighs trapping his wrist, before they spread again as another muscle clench of her cunt forced another gush of her cum to splash over his hand. Between her clenches, he gently pressed upward toward her belly, earning groans in her throat that struggled to escape his choking grip.

But it wasn't long before he started fingering her again, harder still. Her eyes shot open, and this time the hand holding the table reached across to grab his wrist. She was strong, but in her predicament, she couldn't get the leverage she needed to do anything more than squeeze his wrist, and stare at him with begging eyes. In return, he gave her his Ventrue smile, and continued to finger her, even as her thighs squeezed around his hand to try and stop him as well.

It was hypnotic, watching her body writhe and squirm, watching how she arched her back before pulling it down when her ass raised high. One of her legs lifted, feet still in her army boots, before it came back down as her back arched again, as the fluids started again. And this time, he didn't stop fingering her.

She tried to keep her eyes open. In all her fighting and writhing, she tried to look at him, to get something across with her glazed gaze, but as the climax worked through her, her eyes rolled upward and closed as both her hands fell to the table edges to hold on. He watched, unable to look away from how her breasts jiggled, how her nipple chain bounced, how her muscles contracted with each spasm as she again came all over his fingers. The small chain that dangled from her clit hood rattled against his palm as he forced his fingers to slap upward against her insides, despite her clenching, despite her groans and writhing, despite how her cum was dripping off his fingers. He kept going, until her grip on the table loosened, and eventually her arms and legs began to dangle from the table.