My Little Ventrue Pt. 03 Ch. 15

They really wanted her. Two werewolves, massive beasts, dripping of life and heat and hunger, they wanted her. This was nothing like with Jessy's ghouls, who wanted her like... like an aroused man wanted what he was attracted to. Which, she admitted to only herself, she'd loved. But Art and Matt were... they weren't humans, or vampires, they were wolves, and as their fingers roamed her small legs, leaving her wriggling, squirming, and trapped, their eyes devoured her like... like prey.

"You... wait... p-please, I..."

"Not hearing the safe word," Art said. His hand around her wrist pulled her toward him, until her legs were touching his and Matt's. Matt's free hand danced up to her shirt, and started undoing the buttons from the bottom, while Art's other hand reached behind her. His fingers cupped her ass, squeezed it through her underwear, caressed along the small of her back and tail bone, before sliding under the waistband.

Stop. All she had to do was say stop.

She pulled away again, futilely. The wolves weren't letting her go, and they weren't stopping. Their hands roamed her body, touched and massaged her thighs and ass, tickled along her ever exposing skin as Matt undid more of her buttons, and played with the edges of her clothes. Art's fingers slid her underwear down a little, and she almost squeaked. But he stopped once they were only a couple inches down, and he grinned his smug bastard grin at her before his fingers reached higher, and slid her shirt off her shoulders with Matt's help. Whenever they needed to, they switched hands off on hers without ever letting her go. All her pulling and tugging and wriggling did nothing to stop them as the two beasts undressed her.

She stood there, wearing nothing but her white underwear and simple little t-shirt bra, pouting her best 'please stop' pout. It only spurned them on.

"God damn you are beautiful," Matt said, eyes stuck to her flat, toned stomach, her tiny breasts still hidden, her pale Kindred skin.

"It isn't 1920 Matt. She's sexy, and hot, those are the words you're looking for."

"I can't say she's beautiful?"

"Not if you're trying to keep the mood."

Matt just rolled his eyes, and pulled her in a little closer. She couldn't get much closer than legs touching theirs, so she leaned forward a little, held upright by the grip they kept on her hands.

"Blush for me, please?"

Oh... oh god damn it. His eyes, big green puppy eyes. There was hunger there, ravenous, sexual hunger, but on top of it all he wore blatant sincerity that was too damn adorable. And handsome. She wanted to run her fingers through his long, dark blond, almost brown hair, touch the scruff of his face, kiss his lips.

And Art, Art she wanted to punch. After. For now, she stared at him, at the voracious need written on his face, his dark brown eyes, smooth face and hard jaw, his messy shoulder-length black hair, his... his everything.

If she said stop, they'd stop. She could leave, and go home. Maybe call Jessy, berate her, and then maybe have some fun with her ghouls. Or she could blush for the two beasts holding her hands, undressing her, touching her, and they'd ravage her. From the look in their eyes, she couldn't help but imagine them pinning her down, prying her open, forcing things into her, devouring her.

She bit her lip a little with one of her fangs. Didn't mean to, it just happened as she deliberated like a kid in a candy store, but it made both the wolves groan with blatant arousal, and then growl. A real, deep, quiet growl in the throat and chest that she felt through where they trapped her hands.

She blushed.

"... that is sexy," Matt said, eyes looking her up and down.

Even when blushing, she still had pale skin, but it wasn't her skin tone the two beasts were staring at. It was her breasts, and her nipples stabbing out against her soft bra. It was her flat stomach, and how the blush brought some life to her subtle abs and hips. It was her underwear, and how, only moments into the blush, a droplet of moisture was starting to form. Oh god.

She blushed a normal, human blush then, and her body went red. Head to toe, she felt the burn of red, and her cheeks wanted to explode.

"I think she likes it." Art leaned in toward her, still sitting so he had to crane his neck a bit to point his lips up at her, but they found her collar, her neck, her chin, and he put gentle, warm kisses along her naked skin, each accompanied with an electric tingle.

"I... I um... this... this isn't f-f-fair."

"It really isn't," Art said, kiss slipping down to her collar, and then her sternum. "Been wanting to get inside you since the first time we met. Fucking killing me."

Before she could respond, Matt's free hand took the waistband of her underwear, and slid them down to her knees. She meeped and renewed her struggles to cover herself, but they didn't let her. There was a tiny strand of wetness connecting her sex to her underwear until it finally reached her knees. Once the white fabric was around her ankles, they again lifted her feet and forced her to step out of her clothes, like she'd become their doll.

"God damn," Matt said, eyes glued to her thighs, jaw dropped slightly. "That is the sweetest little thing I have ever seen."

"I am not a p-p-p-piece of meat!" More struggles, more futility. The two of them were staring at her sex, at her smooth mons, her puffy little vulva and hidden lips. Wet, and her clitoris was swollen enough to stick out slightly. Staring, and staring, until she was bursting with embarrassment and blushing to death. But they wouldn't let go of her hands, wouldn't let her cover herself, wouldn't let her escape.

"And yet, I really want to eat you." Art's free hand hooked the front of her bra, and pulled it up over her head. Part of her wanted to be obstinate, and not lift her arms. But it was too late to be so petty now, and once the two wolves let go of her hands, she lifted her arms so Art could lift the thing clear off of her.

Naked. Absolutely naked. She was so small compared to them, and naked, and naked, and naked some more. She covered her breasts and privates with her arms, finally having them free, but she remembered what it was like with the ghouls, and how silly it'd been. So, with a deep, useless breath, she lowered her arms, and tried to stand there with some pride. Or defiance, not sure which.

Matt leaned in, and growled. She squeaked and blinked at the gentle giant, but the man's eyes were half closed and not looking at her, they were looking at her breasts. Art did the same, pulling her in closer as he leaned in from his seat. Matt was leaning down lower, and she could feel his hot breath on her nipple. Art was higher, his grinning lips only inches from hers, his eyes on hers. He took her hand again, and set it on his shoulder.

"Eat m-me?" she said, and she squeezed his shoulder a little. Didn't mean to, didn't try to, it just happened. He was so warm, and hard, and broad.

He came closer, closer until his lips were touching hers. Not kissing, not yet, but god damn she wanted to. His eyes, his damn, beautiful dark eyes, the heat of him so close to her, and much as she told herself not to, she breathed in his scent.

"I—" She squeaked again, loudly, and looked down at Matt. The giant had put his lips around her nipple, and was kissing it with the most tender, warm, wet lips. More sparks along her skin, tingly, electric. Her whole body started to shiver, and she squirmed as she tried to take a step back. Matt had one hand holding her thigh, the other holding her butt, and he refused to let her back away as he lowered his kiss to the underside of her small breast, and planted warm little kisses.

For a second she was going to say something, maybe 'stop', but when she opened her mouth, Art's lips found hers. Time froze. Life and warmth on her face, on her lips, so close to her he... he was kissing her. You couldn't get much closer than kissing. He was kissing her, and nudging his nose into her a bit like a playful dog; his kiss was most definitely not dog-like though. His kiss was tender, and he plucked at her bottom lip after a few moments of her standing there like a statue.

"You're smooth," he said.

She gasped and looked down. Art's fingers had found her mons, and were caressing where her pubic hair should have been. The soft mound of skin molded to his exploring fingers, his digits tracing invisible symbols.

"I... I... shaved it a long t-time ago, and... chose to not regrow it."

"You can do that?"

"Mhmm. It—nn!" The bastard's fingers slid further down, and found her budding clitoris. She squealed, mewled, whimpered, and every sound she didn't want to come out of her came out when she looked down, and found the large man's hands caressing her folds. He didn't stroke her clit directly, only nudged against it, teased it as he massaged her labia, wet his fingers with her juices.

Art's head drifted lower, and Matt's head drifted higher. Natasha wriggled some more, but at this point she was having trouble focusing, on trying to remember who she was or what her original plan had been. All she could think about was a set of fingers massaging the tiny lips between her thighs, sending warm sparks through her body. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and her breath came out in tiny pants, pants Matt smiled into as his lips plucked at hers. She blinked at him, sucked into the hungry gaze, and let out a tiny whining sound as Art's mouth found her other nipple.

Kissing. She was kissing him. Both of them!

"This... isn't fair," she said. "You t-two... you're..."

"Still dressed," Matt said. "Yeah, this is pretty mean."

And just like that, both of them got up, and stripped. Natasha stared, jaw dropping, eyes wide, arms dangling, as the two men threw away their shirts and jeans, their underwear and socks, completely comfortable with each other.

Jessy would have loved them. All the werewolves had such strong bodies, fit, powerful, and naked she could see all the muscles, the indentations and striations and abs. Abs, hard, chiseled, defined abs. Art wasn't as big or wide as Matt, but that was because Matt was a wall of meat that couldn't fit through a doorway. Art was a tall man too, big and lean and... and very hard, with his large member sticking out from his pelvis. She looked to Matt, and found the man's member growing to hard erection as well. She'd done this to them? She hadn't even touched them!

This couldn't have been happening. She must have been dreaming, and somehow stumbled into Jessy's dream.

Matt took her hand, and guided her toward the apartment's hallway.

"I... I um... you're..."

"You'll have to forgive us for being a little pushy with you," Matt said as he pulled her into the bedroom. Just a simple apartment, nothing fancy, white walls and a king-sized bed with some blue sheets. Perfectly innocent. "Jessy was right about you."

"J-Jessy!" That was right! This was all Jessy's fault! She tried to jump away, but Matt's hand was still holding hers, and he smiled as he sat down on the bed. The harder she pulled, the more he pulled her toward him, with all the urgency of a turtle. "You... you planned this! And Jessy, she... she... b-b-betr—"

Art appeared in the doorway, and he leaned against the frame as he folded his arms across his naked chest. "No one betrayed you, Natasha. We came to Jessy cause Matt and I really like you, but we know your situation is complicated, and... well, two guys one girl. Figured it was better to ask the girl's friend first about how viable this was, you know?"

"You—eep!" She'd never get a word out at this rate. Matt picked her up, laid her on the bed on her back, and he lay beside her on his side. But he was big, and heavy, and huge and big and mountainous, and the bed sank a little so he had to adjust to get comfortable beside her. She tried to get up and scamper away, but his hand found her shoulder, and he planted her right back down against the sheets.

"She said you liked us too, and that you'd be willing to have us in your bed, if we gave you a little nudge," Matt said, his lips to her shoulder, and planting delightful, warm kisses.

Natasha squirmed all the more, tried to get up a few more times to no success, and frowned at the wolf beside her holding her down. But Art drew near, and her eyes lifted to stare at the man as he too climbed onto the bed, large shaft hanging between his legs as he crawled over and lay beside her, opposite of Matt.

Warmth, muscle and skin, their bodies lightly pressed against hers, touched hers, their hard members nudged against her legs with the position, and their breath was on her neck. The two of them were so giant compared to her, she disappeared between them, like two walls of flesh that closed in on her, trapped her, buried her, refused to let her go.

"You... y-you said you'd stop if I said stop."

"Yeap. Moment you say it straight, we'll stop." Art leaned in closer, and put his lips on her ear. "I'm really hoping you don't."

"This is mean!"

"Yeap," Matt said, his lips doing the same as Art's. But his hands weren't. While one of his arms was pressed to the bed underneath him, since he was on his side facing her, the other that had been holding her down eased up, and drifted down her chest. It tickled along her nipple, caressed along the underside of her small breast, before drifting down her belly and pelvis to find her clitoris.

And unlike Art's infuriating, teasing massage from earlier, Matt's fingers embraced her clitoris between two fingertips, and began to massage her.

She melted. She tried to find the anger, the frustration again, looked for some inkling of rage against Jessy for having betrayed her like this, for offering her up to these two wolves. But, as she looked between the two handsome men, lying on their sides beside her, she couldn't find it anymore. Sharp sparks of bliss danced along her clitoris and pulsed through her pelvis, earning squeezing muscles that had more of her juices trickling down her pussy.

Her hands came up to her chest, and she kept them tucked under her collar, elbows to her stomach. They didn't stay there long. Art's hand was free, and he used it to take hers, and set it on his cock. Tall as he was, tiny as she was, his length was resting against her thigh above the knee. She couldn't see, unable to raise her head with both wolves nibbling at her ears, kissing her neck, her lips. But she could feel it, the thickness of it, the subtle veins and grooves. The size. Matt did the same, stopping his caressing to take her other hand and set it on his cock as well. And once she gave it the tiniest squeeze, the man resumed massaging her clit, until it was singing and her body was squirming.

Two men, two shafts in her hands. She could hurt them, do something horrible to them, make them pay for humiliating her like this. But as Art raised his head a bit more, and put a few of his warm kisses on the corner of her lips, she turned to look at him. He was smiling at her, waiting, expectant, hopeful, and... and... happy.

Maybe she could stab them later. For now, she closed her eyes, leaned in, and kissed him.

Art grinned into her kiss, but he didn't pull away. Good, cause it took everything she had to find that courage. They'd been kissing her, touching her, stripping her, groping and fondling — gently thankfully — her body, but she hadn't done anything to them yet. So she kissed Art, and started to lightly stroke his member. Her efforts earned a quiet, deep rumbling sound from the titan, and she trembled as the vibration of his voice filled her.

A soft caress of Matt's fingers along her dripping pussy's lips jolted her back to awareness. She opened her eyes, and Art pulled away with a wink before his free hand reached up to tease her hard nipple the way Matt was with her clitoris. Matt nudged his nose to her chin, and she turned her head to look at him. Those deep green eyes, god damn it. She melted all the more as Matt leaned in, and she brought her lips forward to meet his. A couple of massaging squeezes and strokes of his cock for him too.

Art's fingers drifted down, walking down her ribs, her stomach, her hip, and between her thighs. She thought he was going to replace Matt's hand, but his fingers cupped her thigh, and he pulled her legs apart a little. His fingers reached further up her thigh, knuckles no doubt nudging against Matt's hand; didn't seem to bother them. Without pause, Art's fingers started to press between her tiny folds, until they found her entrance.

"You are drenched," he said.

"Cause... cause Matt keeps... t-touching me." She frowned at Art, but it only lasted a moment before her mouth opened, and a whimper came out of her.

Whimper turned to loud mewl as Art pushed two of his fingers into her clenching pussy, and pressed them up against her walls toward her belly. Matt didn't seem to get the message though, and he continued to caress her clit as Art pushed against her g-spot in slow, deep pulses. And each made her clench down on him, body desperate to control the overloading stimulus of two hands playing with her.

"W-Wait... it's—"

"So. Damn. Tight." Art's voice came out as a guttural growl, and Natasha's eyes went wide as the wolf angled his head to set his teeth against her neck. No bite came though, except for the occasional playful nibble. As he kissed her neck, his fingers started to speed up, pushing up against her insides a little harder, a little faster, catching up with the rhythm Matt had already been working on.

Too much too much. Attempts to continue stroking their members failed, and she put her hands on their hips instead, holding onto something as the orgasm hit her. She looked up at the ceiling, and closed her eyes as the bliss worked through her pelvis. Her legs spread more, and her hips pushed toward their hands to meet them.

"S-Stop," she managed to say between her squeaks. Too much, almost painful stimulation on her clit, and her insides were squeezing hard enough to leave her a wriggling mess. Matt and Art stopped, immediately at that, and she managed to crack her eyes open to see their smiling faces as she came on their fingers. She could feel her juices dripping down her body, on Art's fingers, a lot of it, and she blushed until her face felt like it was on fire. She covered her face with her hands, but continued to squeak and mewl as the sparks worked through her legs and made her toes curl.

But, at least they stopped when she asked, and once the waves started to pass, she lowered her hands again. The two wolves had their heads propped up on their palms, elbows to the sheets, and they slid their wet hands from her pussy to rest them on her belly. Smiling, grinning, eating her with their eyes.

"Did you want us to stop completely?" Matt said. "Or just for a second?"

"... s-second." She bit her lip, and looked down at their huge hands on her small body. Two hands on her at the same time, making her cum, making her blush and mewl and soak the bed.

Art reached behind him. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she could hear the drawer of the nightstand open, and see his evil grin. He brought his arm back over her belly, and set something cool on her flat tummy.

She blinked and looked at the small bottle... of lubricant.

"Jessy insisted," Art said as he leaned in, and put his lips on her earlobe again. "She really gave you up, said you enjoyed all sorts of experiments in your private time."

"J-Jessy! I'll kill her!" She tried to sit up again, but Art and Matt both had her pinned back down by the shoulders in an instant.

"Hey." Matt's lips offered her neck a kiss, and then her shoulder as he leaned back a bit. "Don't have to do anything like that if you don't want to. But, we know what we're doing, and we think you'd enjoy it."