My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 05

A bunch of moans and groans told her to look into Othello's room though. She stood in his doorway, and jaw-dropped.

Othello's ghoul Madison lay upon her master's body, her back to his chest, her head hanging back over his shoulder, the two of them lying down. Her legs were spread, and facing the doorway as well so Beatrice could see the man had his cock in her ass. Perfectly normal. What wasn't normal was Jen's two ghouls were also in the room, sitting back against the alcove's walls, drained of blood and of cum, with white fluid dripping down their abs and soft cocks. And Jen herself, lying beside Madison, her hand playing with the ghoul's soaked cunt.

"Umm, hello," Triss said.

"Oh! Beatrice. How are you?" Jen said, glancing her way without pausing her pampering of Madison's insides. They were well past clit play, and into full on hard fingering at this point.

And now that Beatrice had a moment to watch, she could see Madison was barely awake. She was grunting and moaning, but quietly; Othello or Jen must have already drained her some.

"You two fucking each other now?" she said.

Othello turned his head enough to look down past his ghoul's body to her. "Sometimes."

"When we've both eaten, and want to eat some more. Sometimes." Giggling, Jen winked at Triss, and returned to her poor, defenseless target. Girl wasn't just drained, she was a live wire of orgasms, leaking juices all over Othello's cock while Jennifer fingered her g-spot, fingers in to the second knuckle and pressing upward against her insides.

Beatrice wasn't here for this. She was here to talk to Jacob, not get sucked into another porn watching session, especially not after just having some great morning sex with her lover. But a little peek wouldn't hurt her.

God damn it, what was the matter with her? Why wasn't she curled up in a ball, crying on Julias's shoulder about what Jacob did to her?

Madison's shivers drew Triss's eyes like moth to flame. Her legs were spread wide, and her pussy was squeezing on Jen's fingers hard, hard enough the vampire had to fight the resistance to keep fingering her. More juices, a lot more, started to leak out of the girl onto Jen's palm.

The exhausted woman started to quiver all the more as Jen slowly began to push her fist into the girl's cunt.

"Hey," Triss said, "um... don't hurt her."

"She likes a bit of pain," Othello said. "I'm sure you can empathize."

"Hey! You... you don't know me." She said it jokingly, cause she knew damn well she liked rough sex. And trying to deny that in front of these fellow sex addicts would have been pointless.

Jen made her own groan, a predatory one, half growl and guttural. "And besides, Othello likes the tightness. Don't you?" The Ventrue pushed her fist deeper into Madison's poor, stretched pussy, until she was in to the wrist. And while she forced her fist back and forth inside her, Jen's other hand reached down to begin caressing Othello's testicles. They were dripping with Madison's juices, literally.

Jen, Othello, Beatrice, the three of them had sex on the mind all night every night. And Jacob, well, he had the feel of a man who probably once did, before all the nasty shit in his life started happening. Aaron was the only odd man out, and Triss had a sneaking suspicion the man also had a huge sex drive, just kept private. Maybe she should track him during one of his hunts sometime?

Such a weird little family. And while she doubted she'd ever feel comfortable having any of them in her bed, she couldn't deny her sexual tastes were similar. Trapping a woman kine in the bed with her and Julias? Bit of that reluctant 'wait, please don't, I have to—oh!' pleasure on a kine's face when Julias and Beatrice did some nasty things to her, was awesome. She just didn't want to share that fun with them, only share it with Julias.

Jacob was probably the same with Minerva, maybe.

Ugh, stop comparing yourself to Jacob! For fuck's sake, he's ancient and twisted and has been through enough shit to mentally break any person. He's a schemer, a liar, a manipulator, and a killer. You're nothing like him.

Mewls ripped her attention out of her dark thoughts and back onto the orgy before her. Othello was fucking Madison's ass from underneath now, a solid rhythm, while Jen continued to fist the woman. Must have been damn fucking tight inside there, a fist and cock fighting for room. Must have felt great for Othello, and euphoric for Madison. Maybe a little bruise inducing, but great.

She didn't have the heart to tell Jen she didn't want any other Kindred in her bed. But then, watching Jen grinning like the devil as she fisted the borderline unconscious ghoul into what was probably her twelfth orgasm, Triss doubted the woman would have been too upset. Ah well, no reason to tell her now and ruin her fun.

Triss stepped out, stopped, and poked her head back in. Just a minute more. Seemed like the end of the session after all; it'd be a crime to leave now.

Jen lifted her other hand from Othello's testicles and set it atop the girl's pelvis, below the navel. And as she fisted the whimpering woman, she pressed down against the girl's pelvis with the other hand, trapping her g-spot between the two hands and squashing it with pressure. All while Othello continued to fuck the girl's ass from underneath her, with strokes as deep as the position would allow. The pleasure must have been a blur, an absolute maelstrom of electric shocks coursing through the system. Poor girl. Beatrice licked her lips.

At last Othello started to slow down, with a few almost panicked thrusts to finish himself off. His cum started to coat his length from his strokes, but were soon washed away by the copious amount of liquids leaking from the taut pussy above. Madison's arms were out to her sides, dangling to the furs beneath Othello, and her legs were just as limp, despite the little quivers working up and down through her. Christ she was gorgeous, the dark skin, the curvy legs, the huge tits jiggling against her torso as she occasionally twitched or shivered. She—

No, wait, she came here with a reason, a second reason other than talking to Jacob; if she actually wanted to, and if she actually could.

"Jen," she said, getting comfortable again against the entrance to Othello's hole in the wall. "I have a favor to ask."

The Ventrue slowly slid her drenched hand out of the ghoul's pussy; Triss couldn't help but stare. The way Madison's pink insides gripped her wrist, then knuckles, then fingers, was too beautiful to not.

"Favor?" She stood up, naked as usual, and strolled out into the cave toward her own room, Madison's cum still coating her hand. Triss followed. "Oh, this about the ball? I haven't seen you try on any outfits yet."

"Yeah. Julias will buy whatever, I just need—"

"Buy? Girl you're the same size as me. You know we can share clothes, right?"

"... do you... have anything that'd look good on me at this ball?" Sharing clothes. The thought had never occurred to her, to ask or otherwise. Sharing sex partners, sure, but sharing clothes? How alien. The idiocy of her for not considering it made her smile.

"Sure. How much skin you looking to expose? Rumor has it the ball will be leaning a lot more toward the fun side of being Kindred. Still an Invictus ball, but I look forward to seeing some skin."

Of course she did.

"I mean, I guess... a decent amount? Like, some leg, some back, maybe a little ass." You had to dress to accent your best features, after all. "That reminds me. Julias said there'd be a lot of thralls there, even some ghouls. Place is going to be packed, and some sharing of food is to be expected. If you wanted, you could bring yours? He suggested they could be on leashes, really paint you as a dominatrix type, but that's a bit over the top."

"Ooh!" She turned around, jumped a few times, and clapped her hands. Naked, the whole display was a weird balance of sexy and cute. "Perfect! I do have those." No surprise there. "And for you, I think we need something that gives the elegant but sexy look, to be a delightful contrast to the tattoos and crocodile teeth. The claws and eyes too."

Beatrice sighed with how easily Jen described her Nosferatu features. Still hurt, hearing them talked about from another person like that; just an old reflex. She knew Jen was attracted to her, so she had no reason to be offended.

"I do like the snake tattoo." Julias liked it too. Damn man had a habit of saying the exact right thing she needed to hear even when he didn't know what was up. She was a beautiful beast, like a snake. Hehehe.

"Alright, let's go!"

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By go, Jen meant to a storage area the girl had acquired. Younger Kindred had a habit of doing that, of renting out storage rooms under fake names, for years. And then they'd break in at night, and do whatever it is they needed to do with their amassed possessions in private. In this case, this particular storage room Jen had was meant for her clothes.

"You could bring all this shit back to the cave," Triss said.

"It'd ruin the aesthetic of our home. And besides, home is for sleeping and fucking."

Definitely one of the larger storage rooms, and filled with wardrobes and clothing racks on wheels. The two of them stood in the center, concrete walls on three sides, and the metal sectional door down so they had their privacy. A couch too, almost like the girl had planned this. She might have.

"This is a lot of clothes. Considering how often I find you naked, I'm surprised you have this much."

"You know we often go out and do our thing," Jen said. "You don't know where I go or what I'm up to when I'm not at home, right? Well, often, I'm out making contacts with big names, and that requires clothes to match."

"Kine?"

She nodded as she walked over to one of the clothing racks and started sliding apart clothes bags. "Usually. But on occasion, the Invictus or Carthians have their own, smaller gatherings, where we play dance the Danse. Isabella Leauvion does some pretty interesting things in her free time. I—aha!" She pulled out one of the bags and set it on the couch in the center of the room. But, apparently 'aha' was not the end of her search, as she dove back into the endless clothes again.

"Maybe I should hang with more Kindred then," Triss said. "Make contacts too."

"Well, you're friends with Julias and Jack. Hard to beat that for connections. Ah, this would look great too." And another clothes bag was thrown onto the couch. "Oh, can I see the whole snake tattoo? Might have something that goes with it."

"You just want to see me naked."

"That too."

"... I told Julias that I think it's a bad idea to have more Kindred in our bed." Might as well tell her now. No, wait, should have told her after she picked the best dress for her. Damn it.

"Yeah, I had a feeling." She shrugged, grabbed another clothes bag, threw it on the couch, and came over to her. "So that means one of two things will happen. Either we'll grow to become good friends, or good friends with benefits once I convince you to let me fuck you and Julias." Another shrug. "Come on, shirt off. You might as well get naked while I try and see what'll work."

Beatrice turned her head to the side. Trust her or don't trust her? Being told no on the threesome business was, evidently, not enough to dissuade the girl's aspirations. Girl hadn't done anything to betray her trust yet. Hell, helped her out on more than one occasion too.

Sighing, Triss reached up and took off her tank top.

"Mm! God damn that's hot." Jen leaned in, and stared at her breasts. Took some willpower to not cover them up, but Beatrice kept her arms at her sides and frowned at the Ventrue with no concept of personal space. "The nipple studs, and the snake biting the one nipple? Begs for a dress that exposes the breasts. Exposes everything! Maybe a robe that hangs off the shoulders but doesn't cover up anything in the front?"

"I... think I'd prefer to keep my tits and cunt covered for this ball, thank you." She had no issue showing off her body, but there were limits.

"Hmm, if you don't want to expose the goods, then yeah, let's definitely get something to show off what we can, in some way to contrast the tattoos."

"Corset?"

"Ah, yeah I have some of those." Back to the clothes again, this time the wardrobe. "Buuuut I think the tattooed girl in the black corset is too boring, and a white corset would be too cliche; typical badass chick trying to look maiden-like. What we need is something more elegant and sexy, something that says 'I'm a beautiful queen that everyone wants to fuck'."

"... and corsets don't say that?"

"Not unless you wanted the giant Victorian skirt to go with it."

"Ugh. No thanks."

"I know right? Hard to pull those off. The Prince could. But I'm thinking she'll be wearing something more modern and slutty. Like this!" Out came a long piece of black silk, like a toga or something. "Alright, strip! Have to be naked to wear this. I'll find you some shoes after."

"This better be worth it." Groaning, Triss slipped off everything. The boots, the jeans, the thong—which earned a whistle from Jen, and more than a few hungry gazes.

"Love the piercings. That one hurt? On the clit hood?"

"Yes, yes it did."

"... do anything sexy with it? Like, interesting jewelry and stuff?"

"Yes, yes I do." She smirked at the woman, and scooped the dress out of her hands. Standing in front of the mirror, she slid it on over her head, and let the silver-colored necklace land on her shoulders.

Dress was a strong word for this. It was more like she was wearing two thin, silk blankets that hung from the necklace, looping down from it to connect behind her. The sheets came down to cover her legs, but when she turned her side to the mirror, the hanging loops of fabric fully exposed the side of her body down to the outer thigh. Her ass was completely visible, but only from the side, since the fabric hung from the front, down past her knee, then came back and up along the center of her back to connect to the necklace again.

"This is... kind of perfect, actually." She grinned into the mirror and turned around. Such a simple thing, just black silk hanging from a silver necklace, exposing so much of her body from the side without actually revealing anything. The side of her ass looked utterly glorious.

"A sideless gown. Sometimes simple is best. Here." Jen handed her some fingerless gloves that looked more like silver jewelry than gloves. "Matches the necklace. For shoes you need some low heel shoes, because you'll need to walk in a way that keeps the feet partly hidden underneath the sheets."

Right right, made sense. From the front or back, she would look like a flowing, dark goddess. From the side, she'd look like a seductive devil.

"You really got this fashion thing down. You should be Daeva."

"Ugh, don't say that! I know fashion, I know sex, but you won't see me throwing my life into either." She went digging through another wardrobe, and from the thudding and clopping, Beatrice knew it was filled with shoes. "Speaking of throwing your life into something, Jacob seems to have taken an interest in you. More than usual."

Triss turned around a few times in the mirror as she slipped on the sparkling gloves. It was like she was wearing a blanket. So fun, how depending on which direction you saw her from, she went from super elegant, to super sexy.

"Isn't he interested in all of us? S'why we're in the circle."

"Yeah but you and him seem to share an interest in the dark shit. Cruac rituals are... well, I avoid it, Aaron avoids it, and Othello's taken a few stabs at it, only to be deterred. He's not interested in the pain." She brought out some low-heel shoes, black and silver, to match the back dress and its silver jewel parts. "And from what he told me, there is pain?"

"Yeah... yeah there is." She sat down and let Jen slip the shoes on for her. "I guess I had assumed you all practiced witchcraft, before I joined."

"Maybe some day. Jacob says he's happy to let us just kind of... coast, I guess. I—oh! Don't forget." Jen came up behind her, got her to stand up, and took the two pieces of hanging cloth behind Triss into her hands. Since it was just two sheets hanging from Beatrice's neck, it meant that Jen was able to pull the two sheets aside where they overlapped, and expose all of Beatrice's naked back, legs, and behind. "You have to be careful how you sit and how you move. But..." She came in closer, still holding the two sheets apart to keep Triss's ass and back exposed, and hooked her hands around Triss's hips while pressing her pelvis against the Nosferatu's ass. "It does mean you're functionality naked in all the good ways. Want to fuck Julias or some food right before, or after the ball? No problems."

Triss rolled her eyes, and watched herself in the mirror. This woman could not take no for an answer. Hell, told her no just a bit ago, and still the woman was trying to get into Triss's pants. And watching in the mirror, Triss couldn't help but smirk as Jennifer put her chin on her shoulder, and slipped her hands out along her hips, and then her stomach underneath the dress.

"What about no other Kindred in the bed do you not get, Jen? And you know I'm not going to cheat on Julias." She tried to step away, but Jen stopped her. Girl knew she wasn't as strong as Triss, not even close, but there was a glint of something in the Ventrue's eyes as she met her gaze through the reflection.

"Is it because Othello and I were enjoying a little orgy? Did that bother you?"

"What? No, I—"

"Cause you said it was you who decided to not have other Kindred in the bed. And I know you're attracted to me." Jen's hands drifted up, and cupped her breasts under the sheet. The mirror hid what the Ventrue was touching, holding her breasts in a half hug, half hungry grip. "So it must be something else."

What the fuck was it about Beatrice and Ventrue? Like she was crack or something to them. And why the fuck wasn't she turning around and clocking Jen in the face with a punch? Instead, Beatrice just looked in the mirror, and couldn't help but smile a little as she watched a woman who looked almost identical to her hug her from behind, palms on her nipples.

It was because she knew Jen knew she was strong enough to tear the girl in half, that Triss couldn't help but find the girl's advances intriguing. And it wasn't like Jacob would really care either, if Triss decided to get angry and put the woman in her place. Beatrice had full permission to break a few of Jen's bones.

She didn't though. Instead, she stared at her twin in the mirror, and watched the cloth shift as the woman started to caress her breasts. Dog with a bone. The Ventrue sighed into Beatrice's neck, and watched the mirror too, grinning as she no doubt saw where the fabric shifted where her fingers were circling Triss's nipples. She plucked at her nipple studs a few times, before she settled her fingers underneath her breasts to cup them again, lightly stroke their contours, and gently squeeze. The whole time, Triss tried to keep a straight face, but it did feel really, really pleasant. Even without the blush of life going, Kindred could still feel, and it felt nice, having a woman touching her. Different than a man's, more delicate, more precise.

She should have been punching her, or at least stopping Jen. But something in Jen's eyes stopped her instead, a little more than just sexual attraction there, and she sighed as she watched and waited. She wanted to see where this was going now, where Jen thought her groping was going to get her.

"... you really want to know what happened?" Triss said. "What made me come to that conclusion? It's not the most endearing story."

Jen removed her hands, smiled into the mirror, and turned around to go digging through clothes again. Just like that, from groping to digging for more clothes, as if it was the most casual thing. Like shaking hands. Once she pulled out a bag, she started undressing as well. Girl knew what she was going to wear already, and was going to show it to her apparently.