My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 02.5

That got another smile out of him, and he nodded. He did know that feeling, and he knew Daeva lived for that feeling. She was honest, for a Kindred.

"You are very... aggressive," he said.

"Well you have to be, to get into the pants of scary, dark, handsome types, the ones who like to brood and get a girl all... you know, wanting to take care of you." A few more chuckles, and she raised her hand outside his shirt to set it on his chest. "If you were wounded, and I had to nurse you back to health? Ugh, makes me swoon just thinking about it."

He was wounded. Stephanie's death hit him in a weird way, a deep way, some place in his fucking guts that felt like fire sizzling on his intestines. He hated her, and he loved her. Never even kissed her, and he never knew he wanted to until she died. Which of course made him hate himself, and it led to a delightful downward spiral of depression and negative thoughts. He'd seen what this sort of self hatred could do to people, and how bad it could get when the person closed themselves off to others. Worse for an Elodoth, over analyzing things and never letting them hit the heart.

Stephanie's death hit the heart though, hard enough to crack it. Fuck, he was starting to sound like a Daeva vamp.

"... I... could use a little nursing, yeah." Hurt to say, but it was true.

"Wonderful! I like to think I'm pretty good at the nursing thing. I was a nurse, before I was embraced."

Oh, well, that might explain a little of her unusual desire to help him, to tend to his wounds and such. Maybe she became a nurse, in hopes of living that wounded soldier fantasy, and never having it? He knew the reality of being a nurse was nothing like that, but if it was how she wanted to pursue that—stop over thinking everything. Just, for once in your god damn idiot life, let the pretty girl make you happy.

"I worked a convenience store, before I changed."

That got a laugh out of her, and she got cozy against his arm, leaning her shoulder into his as she looked back out to the crowd.

"So, I'll take care of you, and then I can have a drink of you?"

He nodded. "Sure."

Not like he was in danger. That Mekhet girl had drained Arturo earlier on, and he'd survived just fine; didn't even get knocked out like a human would. And Avery seemed ok with the idea of the pack getting close to Kindred in Dolareido, what with Arturo and Matthew having permission to hang with Natasha. And, Arturo described the Kiss with some pretty enticing adjectives. Mason would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued.

"Want me to get one of the girls over here? If you'd prefer someone else," she said.

"... what?"

"I am a Daeva. Want me to enthrall someone, a kine? One of the girls, or boys?"

"No. No, of course not. Thought it was you flirting with me?"

"Oh I was, just wasn't sure if it was me you wanted... Sorry, guess that's just a Kindred quirk. We often kind of think of sex in looser terms."

"I see. That's... a little crazier than I think your typical Uratha is looking for." Inviting random strangers for sexual favors, when the vampire on his arm was almost a stranger herself, was pretty crazy. Normal behavior for Kindred apparently.

"That's so romantic! And adorable."

He smiled, and frowned, at the little devil leaning on his arm. Perhaps he was a hopeless romantic, in Kindred terms at least, preferring to not involve random strangers in their flirtations. No need to mention that he hadn't had a relationship beyond the occasional one night stand in his entire life, Uratha or otherwise.

Her hand closer to him set on his leg again, and with the table before the blocking out a lot of what people could see, it seemed Tilly had no hesitation to set her hand higher, further inward, and start to stroke his pants along his crotch. Never in his life had he ever found a woman so sexually aggressive. Damn this city was like a teenager, no cares in the world, just looking for sex and fun times. It was going to take some getting used to, but, as he looked down to see the beautiful woman start to undo his pants, he found his smile refusing to leave. It really was a nice change of pace from... everything.

A girl, coming up to him, and asking to do sexual favors for him so she could drink him. And not a drop of shame or guilt or judgment anywhere. Liberating.

"God damn." Tilly giggled as she slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers, and gently cupped his still soft flesh. "Warm. And... damn, I can feel it filling up with blood."

"Isn't that normal for your prey?"

"Ha! Prey? You could kill me easily." She leaned in a bit closer, head to his shoulder and looking down while her hand eased the length of his cock through the flap of his boxers, so it was laid across her open palm and out in the open. "Would it be really cliche of me to say you have a big dick? Too crass, or silly?"

"A bit... a bit over the top, maybe." He squirmed a touch, just a little, as the girl began to massage his length. No qualms or hesitation or anything, she just started to caress him and tease his cock with expert fingers. And, being surrounded by all the sex, not to mention smelling the arousal coming from the girl beside him, it wasn't long before he'd grown erect.

"Well, it is." She worked her grip higher, to the base of his glans, before she squeezed a little and pulled her grip to the hilt of his length. He glanced her way, and gulped as he found the vampire licking her lips. Her fangs had grown from their hiding spot, and he could see them through her slightly parted lips. Her nipples pressed hard to her dress, and her smell grew increasingly erotic. She was wet, and getting aroused faster than he was. And unlike her, he hadn't been laid in years.

"The brooding, handsome guy, a loner, wounded, with a really fit body and a big dick, and in desperate need of a woman to save him. Sorry to say, Mr. Mason, that you really are a sexual stereotype and fantasy incarnate," she said. Her breathing was picking up, getting faster as she stroked him faster as well, until his length was completely hard, and she was breathing in tandem with her strokes. No need for a vampire to breathe, but she was anyway, probably knowing full well how much more attractive it made her when her breasts and hard nipples kept rising and falling. She was right.

A handjob, in a public place. First time for everything. He glanced around at the people dancing, at the people in their booths, at new people coming and other people leaving. Many threw him a glance, but not a one of them so much as furrowed a brow. Many couples smiled, a few women and one man spent more than a few seconds looking at him, and one couple in a far booth started to copy them. Couldn't see through the table, but from how the woman's arm was moving, it was easy to tell she was giving her man a handjob as well.

"Maybe I should... go out more then," he said.

"Oh you should. Lot of Kindred in Dolareido who think you wolves are just... really... hot." Her hand squeezed a bit harder, a tight squeeze, and moved faster, stroking the whole of his length before easing to a slower, gentler rhythm again.

He let out a slow, long sigh, and closed his eyes for a moment. Someone else was touching him, getting past his surly attitude, making him forget about horrible shit for a little while; it was really appreciated. Greatly appreciated even, and a quiet, low groan escaped him as he started to feel the liquids building underneath his testicles, tingling warmth that made him sigh another long, content sigh.

"I know that sound," Tilly said. "Gonna cum soon?"

"I... might."

Immediately, her motions slowed, and she giggled when she looked up to catch his expression. "Not yet, we're just getting to know each other. Come on, tell me a little about yourself."

He didn't see this coming; but he should have. The Kindred in this city were all so comfortable with sex, far more comfortable than Kindred typically were — which was pretty damn comfortable — so it only made sense she'd want to have a conversation while jerking him off. He was ok with that.

"What do you want to know?"

"Not sure. Did you come from Tijuana like a lot of your pack did?" She reached over with her other hand, and pulled his arm up and over her shoulder. Now in the nook of his arm and shoulder, she had more freedom to massage his girth with relaxed motions, arm resting on his lap. Her further arm reached across her lap to find his cock as well, and she teased her fingers along the tip of his member, while the other continued to stroke him. Precum started to drip out of him, but she prevented any of it from spilling, instead using the liquid to wet his foreskin so she could peel it back. And when she revealed the engorged, pink skin of his swollen glans, she made her own groaning sound.

"I was with Avery, when she—" A small wave of pleasure cut him off, made his cock flex in her hand. She giggled and slowed her hand to a stop, fingers coming to rest at the base of his length in a gentle grip, while her other hand teased fingernails softly along the topside of some of the veins of his girth. "—when she drifted down to Tijuana. I was hanging outside Los Angeles when she met me."

"Oooh, Los Angeles. Beautiful city."

"Scary city."

"That too." She resumed her stroking, and nudged her head into the groove of his shoulder and chest a little harder. Like a nuzzling cat. "Got a girl waiting for you anywhere?"

"... no." And it was true.

"Sounds like you wish a girl you knew was waiting for you."

He smirked at the mind reader, but smirked turned into slightly parted lips, and half-closed eyes as he felt his liquids start to build again, more warmth rising underneath the base of his length and making his thighs spark with the growing pleasure.

"You really are comfortable with this."

"I told you," she said, "Kindred are pretty comfortable here, doing this sort of stuff. But with you, I got to admit, there's a certain danger to it I like. Sire would kill me if she knew I'd approached you like this." And, as if the situation was not sexual enough for her, Tilly removed her further hand from his length, and slid her skirt aside using its high split. With both her legs fully exposed, and her thong, she slid the hand underneath the waistband to find her sex underneath. He couldn't see through the fabric, or hear quiet sounds through the music, but he could smell the sexual arousal pouring off of her. Her underwear was soaked.

With the way her hand lifted her waistband, he could see she was completely smooth underneath too. The wolves were used to roughing it, living in the woods for months or years at a time, surviving on nothing but wildlife and wild spirits; body hair was pretty normal. These vamps though, these city dwelling vamps, loved to shave their whole damn bodies smooth.

He kind of liked it.

"You vamps really that afraid of us?"

"Kind of. We got peace here, and we know that's pretty rare. Wanna keep it like that. And we hear stories about what happened when Avery was here last time, some Kindred dying and shit." She shuddered, but smiled up at him as she stroked his cock, and herself. Ambidextrous. "So you guys are kinda the bad boys — and girls — in Dolareido. And every girl likes a bad boy."

Her hand got faster, and faster. As the warm liquids started to build up again underneath his testicles, making his breathing quicken and his heart as well, she slid her other hand out from her thong, and set her fingers onto the glans of his length. Her fingers were dripping of her juices, and she spread them over the engorged head, mixing with his precum, and forcing almost painful levels of sparking pleasure through the sensitive skin and into his pelvis.

With her teasing fingers, she reached out to grab an unused glass from the table. She held it underneath the head of his cock, angled to ensure it caught all of him, as her other hand massaged his girth. Her grip slid up to the base of his glans, and used her grip to nudge wet skin along the bottom edge of the bulbous tip, forcing Mason to rumble as the pleasure coursed through him.

"Milking a werewolf." She giggled, and rested her cheek against the side of his chest as she stared down at her work. His first gush of cum came out as a squirt, splashing against the inside wall of the glass, before the next wave came out in a slow, trickling stream. "How does that feel?"

"Really... good."

"Sweet music to any Daeva's ears." She sighed into his chest, and snuggled up closer, close enough she was squished against his side as she continued to milk him of his cum. Each flex of his muscle sent another wave of pleasure down his length, and another wave of fluid up his length to flow into the awaiting glass. All the while, Tilly continued to squeeze and stroke his length, timing her strokes to fall in rhythm with his flexing muscles, and drawing more and more of his cum out of him. "Wow, you wolves all cum this much?"

"We..." His voice fell to silence as he let the aftershocks of a strong orgasm settle. But, even as his cum finally stopped, Tilly didn't. She continued to massage his girth, squeezing at the base of him and drawing out more drops to drip into the glass. Each squeeze and stroke earned another wave of bliss through his insides, until he rumbled again. Rumbling in his chest earned a moan from her in return. "We are... alive, and strong, and... sexually... a bit like humans. Just more... more." Stronger, hungrier, hornier, all the things that came with being the bigger, badder predator, with the bigger appetite.

"Really? So you're all just... ready to fight or fuck, all the time? And you're all like you? Fit, strong, big dicks?"

"I... wouldn't be able to tell you, about the dicks thing."

"Ha." Her hand continued to stroke him, slowly, gently, more of a caress than anything, and as she did, she set the glass with a fair amount of cum back on the table, and set the extra hand on her own leg. A second later, it was back underneath her thong, and she resumed masturbating as she snuggled into him.

"You... were going to drink me?"

"Mmhmm. But I kind of like this too. I'm really close, and you're still hard." Strange thing to like, to snuggle in a booth in a club, and masturbate while jerking him off. "Want to enjoy this while I can."

"... I thought you wanted to nurse my wounds?"

"I do."

"That'll take longer than a single night."

"... that an invitation to do this again?" She swooned, literally, and turned her head to look up at him again while she continued to both masturbate, and massage his cock. He was still hard.

"We're sticking around in Dolareido, and... yeah, I think I could use your company." He wasn't so stupid to not see it. He needed company. He needed some socializing, with someone more aware of reality than a human, and less of a pain in the ass than a werewolf.

"Oh, be still my fake beating heart." At last she stopped stroking him, and herself, and slid out of the booth. "We should go to your place to do this. Kiss might not knock you out like a kine, but it'll still leave you drained. Probably wouldn't be comfortable doing that, far from your pack, right?"

A girl inviting herself to his place. First time for everything.

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She stood in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the door frame, and grinned at him. The Kindred was completely nude, and he was right, she was completely hairless below the neck. One of her hands was holding the elbow of the other arm, while the other arm's hand had found her clitoris again, and she continued to stroke it as she looked at him.

"You really are a horny creature, aren't you?" he said, as he slipped off his pants. After that, all he had left was his boxers, but he didn't take them off yet.

"I just jerked off a fucking werewolf in a public club, with my fingers on my clit. Yeah, I'm horny. And you got to cum once, I haven't, so you don't get to say anything." Eventually she came over to his bed, and pressed her hands against his shoulders since he was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

This close, he took his time looking her body up and down. Skinny, almost too skinny, but she had a little meat on her. Her nipples stood out far from her small, perky breasts, pink and swollen against her alabaster skin, and her tongue licked her luscious lips as she looked him up and down.

"You wolves are all muscle, not a touch of softness to you."

"The women have some soft spots." But not much.

Giggling, she grabbed his boxers by the bottom hem, and yanked them down to his knees. "Come on, lie down. To do this fantasy right, my wounded soldier, troubled warrior, you're going to give me a nice, gentle, couple of orgasms. Some gentle licking, some soft fingering, suckle on my clit for a while, k? And then after that, you're going to pin me down, and fuck me senseless. Real rough stuff. Like, I'm the sweet, gentle thing who opened her arms to you, not realizing how strong and violent you can be. So you're going to fuck me until I'm a broken mess."

He raised a brow, and looked left and right. "I am?"

"You don't want to?"

"I... I mean, sure. I would like to." That did sound rather enjoyable.

"Good." She climbed onto the bed, but also toward him. The only way she got to keep moving was by pushing him onto his back, before she crawled over him, giggling a few more times as she lay on her side on the sheets. "Oh poor me! Opening my sweet, gentle arms to a wounded man, only for my kindness to be repaid in the most rough fucking ever. Alas, how will I ever walk again."

Too hard to not chuckle as he slid his boxers off the rest of the way, and returned her smirk. She really was a gorgeous woman, and the very short red hair with the blue eyes and red lips was a killer combination. Daeva knew their fashion and sex appeal, and knew it well. Lucky him.

Lucky him? When was the last time he'd ever thought that? Must have been before his first change.

She grabbed one of his pillows, and lay on her back in the middle of his bed with her head on the fluffy cushion. She spread her legs as well, and reached down between her thighs to pull apart her smooth lips to show the tiny slit dripping with juices.

"Eat me," she said, and her giggles turned into a deeper, huskier sound. Almost a shock coming from her small frame.

He rolled his eyes, chuckled, and lay on his stomach between her legs. It was the most amount he'd laughed in a single night in a long, long time.

But, laughter turned to kissing and suckling, as he set his lips onto the soaked vampire's clitoris.

"Fucking... finally." She reached out and set her fingers onto his head. "Make sure to get your fingers in there. Devour that pussy, but keep it slow, gentle; I don't want to cum from my clit, too draining. It's your fingers that need to do the work, and press up against my g-spot a bunch."

He shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. The girl not only knew her body and knew it well, but she didn't stutter or hesitate to explain exactly what she liked, and how she liked it. And he was more than willing to do exactly what she said.

He set his lips around her clit, and lightly suckled on it, bathing it in long, gentle licks. With most of his weight on his left elbow, his right arm got in closer, and eased two fingers into her, palm up. A couple inches in, he pressed his fingertips up toward her abdomen, while at the same time, his other hand pressed down on her lower abdomen from the outside. The two hands working together squashed her g-spot between them, and as he pressed the two hands toward each other, Tilly let out a loud moan.

The woman had been close to cumming already, he knew that, from the constant smell of arousal she was emitting. But still, he hadn't expected how quickly she'd start cumming once he started to properly finger her, and how wet she'd be when she did. A couple tiny squirts of her juices, barely more than a few drops splashed onto his lips, and he pulled his head away from her clit to watch her clenching muscles force another little splash of the juices onto his palm. A few drops again, tiny little squirts, but squirting nonetheless, and he stared on as the woman's spread legs allowed him to watch her quivering muscles clench on his fingers.