My Little Ventrue Pt. 03 Ch. 15

Every inch of her was blushing red, and she raised her hands to cover her face again. No no no no no no no no this wasn't happening. She'd told Jessy that in confidence, and she left out the details! That jerk didn't know what Natasha experimented with... with... She was guessing! Guessing, right?

Jessy did know her well though, and it wasn't like Natasha was the best at hiding her feelings about things. Jessy pestered her about anal and double penetration stuff before, and Natasha dodged the suggestion. Dodging was as good as admitting for Jessy, apparently.

"You... you... you know what you're d-d-doing? This isn't porn! You can't just... r-ram things in, and... stuff." Oh god what was she doing.

"Gentle as you want," Art said. He put the bottle back on her stomach — it'd fallen in her fury — and popped it open. The evil grin of his wasn't going away, and it only grew as he turned the bottle upside down, and started to trickle the thick liquid over her sex.

She gasped with the sensation of the cool liquid over her pussy, which was boiling hot and dripping already. The wolves didn't care about the blankets, evidently, and they coated her with the lube before closing and setting the bottle on the blankets.

Art was the first to put his hand between her thighs. He leaned over her as he did, smiling down at her. Big bad wolf and she was feeling more and more like Red Riding Hood every passing second. So cliche, but so very true; she was completely hidden on the bed, surrounded by muscle and heat and grinning beasts.

She shuddered, and frowned at Art as the man started to caress the rose of her ass. The electric tingles started up in seconds.

"You... you're a... you're mean."

"Sorry," he said. "Can't help it. I really like you, and I hope to be doing things to you on a frequent basis."

"F-Frequent? I—nn!" She covered her mouth with her hands, and glared at Art with as much malice and rage as she could muster as the man started to work a finger passed her sphincter. Her hands went higher, covering her eyes instead of her mouth.

More fingers found her, but she refused to look. Better to stay hidden, pretend this wasn't happening, that she wasn't trapped between two men and one of them was gently opening her ass. The other man's fingertips tickled along her drenched and coated lips before he sank his digits into her pussy, and pressed upward toward her belly. She squeezed on both sets of fingers, hard, and trembled. Not fair not fair not fair.

"Certainly hoping this isn't a one night thing," Matt said. He pushed his fingers in deeper, and deeper, and pressed up toward her belly until she was gasping, until she felt the deepest spot inside her pushed up against her and making her whimper. That spot, deep deep, he pressed it up toward her stomach with a curled finger, and her ass raised to push her hips against him.

Couldn't help it, couldn't stop herself. Deep, so fucking deep. But pushing her hips up tightened her ass, and Art's probing finger was forced to stop as Matt stroked her insides.

But, Matt stopped. She still didn't expose her eyes, refused to look, refused to meet what was undoubtedly some very evil grins. He gave her a moment to let her butt come back down, and Art used it to sink his finger deeper into her. And deeper, finger finding the insides of her ass. Matt seemed content to only lightly press against her depths now, while Arturo started to slide his finger back out. Only to start pushing two in.

"W-Wait! Wait, please!"

"Not the safe word," Art said. His lips found her ear again, under it, and trailed kisses along her neck as he started to work two of his fingers passed her sphincter. He went very, very, very slowly thank god, massaging the lubricant into the sensitive skin, and spreading the two fingers apart between nudges, stretching her.

He didn't stop until he'd sunk his fingers in to the final knuckle, and started to press up toward Matt's fingers. Two sets of fingers, inside her, filling her, and now pressing up against her. Matt resumed fingering the deepest spot of her pussy while Art pressed against it from deep in her ass; almost felt like they were in her stomach.

They pressed harder, working their fingers together in a rhythm motion, each press of their digits reducing her to a mewling mess. So deep, so full, and they knew how to get her body to respond whether she wanted it to or not, using that deep pressure that made her muscles clench and hot sparks run up and down her legs. And they worked with each other, each taking turns feeling her depths, massaging places she only ever touched with her toys normally. They were gentle, but persistent, curled fingers bathing her insides in pressure.

She lowered her hands from her eyes, and eventually set them back on her chest, palms over her nipples. Trying to hide the shame of her arousal, pathetic as it was at this point. She was whimpering, squeaking, and pushing her hips toward the two men's hands. Her juices were joining the lubricant, and her legs were spreading on their own, until they couldn't get any further apart with the two massive men's bodies blocking them.

They both set their lips on her neck, and started kissing her again, nibbling gently on her jawline, or kissing her when she turned her head ever so slightly. And as they did, they moved their hands a little faster, a little harder, fingers opening her up and stretching her deeper. They found a new rhythm, the two of them pressing up against her depths near her womb, toward her stomach at the same time, making her ass lift off the blankets a tiny inch with each thrust.

For a moment, Natasha remembered the sight of Jessy through Damien's telescope, and how it looked seeing the woman being opened up by the fingers of four men. Did she look like that right now?

Too much too much. She closed her eyes and pressed her arms tight to her chest as she came. The two men continued to kiss her, the heat of their bodies flooding her until she started to sweat slightly; the blush would let her do everything she did while alive, even the embarrassing things. And, as powerful waves of pleasure worked outward from her pelvis and into her clenching muscles, she squealed. They weren't stopping. They kissed her, suckling softly on her neck, while their fingers continued to fill her, opened her, stretched her ass and pussy with their deep, pressing fingertips.

Her squeals turned into broken things, barely more than squeaks as she felt more of her juices soak down the fingers of the two men, and down her thighs and butt. The bed was wet, and only getting wetter as the werewolves fingered her through her orgasm.

"Stop! Stop!"

Instantly, the two creatures stopped.

She reached out with her hands, and set them onto the hips of the two huge animals lying against her sides. Had to hold onto something, to brace herself as she continued to convulse and spasm, continued to clench on the fingers inside her and leak more of her cum onto them. They stayed inside her as the pleasure pulsed, but at least they'd stopped fingering her.

After a minute of horribly embarrassing noises and juices, she opened her eyes. The two wolves were smiling down at her, hunger in their eyes. Hunger, actual hunger, the sort that made her meep, and stare.

"Th-Thank you... for... stopping," she said between pants. "I... couldn't... umm..." She'd started seeing stars, but she couldn't say something that awkward. No way.

"We weren't lying. Any time you want to stop." Matt set his lips on hers, and nudged them in a slow, circular sway. He was a good kisser.

"Though I'm hoping we can continue," Art said, his lips finding her ear, even as Matt's lips danced on hers.

"... ok." Trying to think straight was pointless. She understood that. She was swimming in arousal and orgasm aftershocks and surrounded by heat and blood and muscle and she was dripping with sweat and so much cum and she still had two men's fingers inside both her holes and... and she wanted more.

Art smiled down at her, slipped his fingers free of her squeezing muscles, and grabbed the lubricant once more. He spared no expense with the liquid, and thoroughly coated his large cock with the clear liquid. Natasha sat up a touch on her elbows, and trembled at the sight of him working his length, spreading the lube along the veined girth and over the ripe glans; he'd been leaking his own droplets of precum before, and she could smell the arousal coming off of him.

He took her hip with his wet hand, and turned her onto her side. She squeaked again, and stared at Matt as Art turned her to face the blond man, her butt against Art's hip. They had to adjust positions to accommodate the height difference; she was tiny, they were very much not. So her head was only at chest level with Art, and Matt, and she had to look up to see the giant's warm, smiling face, as his bastard friend slipped his thick girth between her thighs. She quivered when she looked down, and found the bulbous tip poking out from underneath her pussy.

"You... you're uh... y-you..."

Art pulled his hips back a little, grasped the base of his cock, and nudged the swollen glans along the crack of her ass. She shivered all the more as he took his time, nudging it along her wet skin before easing it between her cheeks, and resting its soft tip against the rose of her sphincter.

"Just relax," he said.

Relax. Relax! Easier said than done. She was about to take a large phallus in the butt. On the first date! It wasn't even a date!

She lay there on her side, and stared at the wall of muscle before her that was Matthew. The giant's free hand reached out for her, guided her chin to make her look up at him and his sweet smile, before it drifted down her naked body and down between her legs again. Fingers found her dripping entrance, and began to again gently massage her labia, riding a pleasant line between stimulus and relaxing.

Art pushed against her ass a little, and Natasha pouted up at Matt as he did. Couldn't help it. She squirmed slightly as the man behind her began to ease the head of his cock passed her muscles, still stretched open by his fingers from earlier. But she still had to take a breath, relax, and let her muscles loosen as the wolf began to slide his shaft into her. Matt didn't stop massaging her as his friend began to penetrate her, he only smiled, and adjusted his fingers to include her aching, swollen clit in his gentle caresses.

"You... you're both... s-s-s-so... mean, and... and..." She reached out with both hands to press against Matt's chest. Solid iron. She turned her head to look at the man behind her. Art had his elbow down against the blankets, hand raised to hold his cheek as he smiled down at her, while his other hand held her hip and kept pulling her toward him. She thought she was surrounded by men before, but as Art gently sank another inch of his cock into her ass, she gulped on her fear.

It felt amazing.

Once Art had the glans of his shaft inside her, he paused and eased back a little, giving her the room she needed to relax her muscles again. He went deeper, pulling her body across the blankets closer to him. The angle pushed his cock's head up toward her belly, toward her pussy, and she shuddered as she felt the pressure sensation work its way deeper. Again, another inch, and Art let her relax before he pulled her in more.

"Mean?" Matt said. "You look like you're enjoying yourself to me."

"I... I am." She blushed again and looked away from Art's evil grin. At least Matt looked less insidious. "But, this... we've... jumped like... t-t-ten dates worth of build up."

"Sorry," Art said with the most insincere pout she'd ever seen.

But before she could reprimand him, he sank deeper into her, deep enough she thought she could feel him in her belly. She pouted up at Matt again, silently begging for some help, but it only seemed to spur the man on, and his fingers continued to caress her soaked clitoris until the pleasure was building again. Art worked with the motion, and eased her onto him another inch between her muscle clenches. So full, she was so full, so utterly full.

Art leaned down over her, and growled, deep in his chest, when the cheeks of her ass molded to his body. Balls deep. She whimpered openly, until Art took one of her hands, and brought it down between her legs. Matt moved his, and Art placed her digits where his cock was spreading her open, where his girth had stretched open her small hole, where his testicles were pressed against her ass and inner thighs. All soaked.

"You feel amazing," he said.

"I... I..." She tried to hold still, but every breath the blush of life brought on made her shiver. Art was stretching her deeper, wide, and his cock pressed toward her belly relentlessly. He wasn't even moving and she could feel his hard shaft rubbing against her walls, each passing moment causing her insides to adjust to take in his girth. And, despite herself, she reached down and touched where his cock opened her, teased her fingers down the hot, wet skin and veins.

Matt slid himself in closer, until his chest was almost touching Natasha's nose. As if the heat wasn't already overwhelming, now each breath was a powerful concoction of musk and sex as the werewolf put the wall of muscle of his chest inches from her. And from so close, his cock rubbed its wet tip along her flat stomach.

"You... you're..."

Matt growled. God, so close, she could feel the rumble in his chest. It made her clench on Art's shaft, made her wriggle and panic, made her whimper, and leak cream down her thighs.

Art's fingers, still wet with lubricant and her own cum, found her pussy, and started to massage her clitoris the way Matt had just been moments ago. The sparks were building again, making her squeak despite Art's refusal to thrust. But, Matt and Art must have known what they were doing. Without words they were in sync, and where Art continued to caress her labia, massage and bathe her aching, swollen clit in tender strokes, Matt moved his hips down, and at the same time took her leg. With her on her side and one leg pinned to the blankets, Matt's wet fingers found her thigh, and he pulled her knee over his massive leg while his cock slid down her belly, massive glans leaving a trail of precum down her stomach, her bare mons, and down to her clit where Art moved his hand out of the way.

"Wait... wait, it's... t-t-too much. I can't b-breathe, I..."

"Vampires don't breathe," Matt said, and he pushed the head of his cock against her entrance.

She put her hands to his chest, her elbows tight against her ribs as she braced for him. But he didn't thrust like she expected. No, the beast only prodded, nudged his fat cock against her clenching opening, and eased in the thickness of his glans between her squeezing spurts. She mewled, loudly, and leaned her head forward to rest her forehead against Matt's sternum as the wolf gently started to push himself into her body.

And Art! The bastard Arturo started massaging her again, two fingers pressed to her clit and caressing her, even as his friend began the long journey of sinking inch after inch of his girth into her. She had no room left inside her, everything was tight and stuffed, and she could feel Matt stretching her apart, opening her far more than his fingers did. Bumps and grooves, the slight give of flesh against her squeezing, soaked muscles, his thickness fighting for room inside her. She squeezed, hard, but the man continued to fill her up.

"W... wait...," she said. They weren't listening. And she didn't want them to stop.

Matt slid in closer, until his legs were cozy with hers. She had one leg still straight out from her body, and both of Art's against it. And now, both of Matt's against it, while her other leg was hooked over his leg, and held there by his hand. They clearly had no trouble dealing with the intricacies of this, of threesomes, of dealing with six legs fighting for space, of getting... very... very close. Matt kept getting deeper, until she was sure maybe he'd get self conscious about being so near Art's body. But, he kept pulling her toward him with her leg, and shifting his hips closer to her, until she was looking up at him, touching his chest that was an inch from her lips and chin, and silently begging for... something.

Matt looked down at her, and smiled, big and warm. And so hot. So dreamy, and hot, and handsome, and god damn it. She reached out with her arm further from the blankets, and hooked it around his waist, his massive body, his muscles, and hugged him close as the wolf started to stretch her deep. She'd run out of room, but the beast kept pushing in, and she squeaked as his cock started to press up against the deepest parts of her.

"Gentle! P-Please, gentle... gently... it's... nnnn!" Attempts to communicate with the deadly creatures came to a quick end as Art started to stroke her clit harder, even as Matt continued to push into her, pressing against her depths, pushing her flesh deeper, stretching her apart. But he was being gentle, despite Art stroking her clit harder as his friend spread her open.

Art only stopped once Matt had sank himself balls deep into her tiny body, and she was on the edge of orgasm. Squealing, she pressed her forehead to Matt's sternum again, hugged him tight with both arm and leg, and hyperventilated, panting into the beast's body. So close, so close she could taste the pleasure on her tongue. Just a few more strokes, a few thrusts, anything and she'd cum. But they'd both stopped, and both stayed inside her, buried to the hilt.

"You ok?" Matt said.

"Am... am I ok?"

"Yeah." Art reached behind him with his free hand. She couldn't see what he was doing, but after rustling around for a moment, he put his hand back on her body, now dry. Must have wiped it off on a towel, or maybe the blankets. That hand, big, strong, evil, crept up her naked body, and hugged her to his chest, his elbow to her hip while his palm cupped one of her breasts. "Never had a woman as small as you."

"As small? I... I-I'm just... one of your conquests! I..." She managed a frown, but it melted away as Art's hand drifted higher, higher, and his fingers found her collar. Soon, powerful fingers wrapped her throat in a soft, huge grip, and she turned her head to look up at Art.

She expected an evil grin, but the man was giving her the same warm smile as Matt.

"Not true," he said. "Like we said, not a one night thing. I like you."

Matt nodded. "I like you too."

She looked down, blushing, somehow still able to blush despite the absurd lechery of her current predicament.

Blushing turned into more melting as Art squeezed her neck. Just a little, just enough for her to feel the strength of his fingers, a little firmness, a huge grip, just enough pressure for her head to press back against his chest. Enough pressure so she felt completely exposed. Vulnerable. Defenseless.

Her hug on Matt loosened, and she put her hands back on his chest as her body went limp. Utterly defenseless. Trapped, captured. Trying to do anything, with two werewolves pinning her, fucking her, penetrating her, would have been futile. Right?

Her hand started to circle Matt's chest, just the little bit in front of her, the bit of hair she found, and she smiled despite herself. It was useless to try and escape, she might as well just... moan.

Moaning earned two growling rumbles from the beasts. Deep, bass-filled noises that she felt vibrate through her body. With their chests, their whole bodies squishing her in a sandwich of flesh and muscle, she felt more than just their animal noises. She felt their breathing. She felt their heartbeats, powerful, getting faster. She felt their blood pumping through their titan frames.

She felt them both start to move. "Oh... god."