My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 05

"Yes, I want to know. I am trying to be your friend too ya know. Just, a friend with benefits."

That was true. Jen wasn't just trying to bone her, but also trying to befriend her, be someone she could talk to. And Beatrice hadn't really known anyone like that since Garry, and now Julias. Trusting Jen wasn't coming easy, because the girl screamed devious, but maybe Triss should trust her anyway. Learn from the past, stop being so against bonding with other people, and all that crap.

"... I... realized... I really rely on Julias a lot. A lot lot, for comfort, and happiness and shit, you know?" She rubbed her claws up and down her naked arms where the dress completely exposed them. "Just a year ago I was a miserable, sorry fucker, angry and angsty and everything. And now I'm not, and I owe most of that to him. A little to Garry, and Jacob too, but mostly Julias. And... as... Jacob... fuck, he scared the shit out of me, Jen. Fucking scared me, really scared me. And then I was holding Julias in my arms, and I realized... how broken I'd be if I lost him."

"I—"

"I know, you wouldn't jeopardize my relationship. But... just... I want to keep the feeling of being safe in that man's arms." She sighed, and plopped down on the couch beside Jen. "Yeah, I know, really pathetic of me."

"What? No that's not pathetic! Damn girl, didn't think you'd be feeling self doubt like this." Jen stopped unbuttoning her pants and slid across the couch to bump shoulders with her. "The fuck did Jacob scare you with?"

"He... told me to keep it secret."

"Then please don't tell me. I learn Jacob's secrets and I'm sure he'll cut out my tongue, literally, every night for a month."

Yeah, that did sound like something Jacob would do. And now that she'd seen the sick shit he was more than willing to do in pursuit of his black arts, Jen's half-joke felt too real.

"I won't tell you, but you were right that it involves pain. And more than pain. Just... fuck, I felt like such a pansy after. I was screaming, crying, frenzying, and I ran to Julias for a meal so I wouldn't fucking frenzy again and drink someone in the middle of the street. Just got into his arms and pretended horrible shit didn't exist for a little while." And then fucked, came her brains out, and then fucked again just a few hours ago. But she left that part out. Dampened her point.

"... oh. I get it. Not just about maybe damaging your relationship, but my presence might damage that safe feeling."

"Yeah."

"Well, guess that just means you need more time for us to become better friends." Jen hopped up like she knew all the answers to everything — typical Ventrue — and slid out of her shoes and pants. "Cause as much as I love to fuck my ghouls, and Othello's ghoul, and our meals, and even Othello sometimes, that's just sex. I'm not really friends with them. Othello and I don't get along. And Aaron? He just reads, and then fucks off to do his own thing."

"... I am the only friend you have in the circle, aren't I?"

"Yeap." A second later, Jen was naked. Again. And of course Beatrice had to look, cause the girl was beautiful. Ass didn't have the same size as Beatrice's, and while Jen was quite thin, she wasn't fit like Beatrice's more athletic, ripped body. But still, like looking into a sexy mirror. "Now, I found this cloak with a necklace, and it's designed to go overtop a black chest wrap, but without the wrap, it looks like this."

Triss watched, intrigued, as the naked creature picked up a long piece of slightly see-through black fabric, and held it by a necklace. Not too dissimilar to Triss's, fabric hanging from a necklace. Except Jen's was a single piece of cloth that circled her entirely, but hanging from the necklace from the front and back at a single point. The effect was a cloak that covered her lower back and ass, all the way down to the floor, but all the front of her was completely exposed except for where the fabric came across her chest, spreading apart at the sternum and just barely covering her breast. Fully exposed shoulders and upper back though.

"... can't lift your arms wearing that."

"Sure I can." She shrugged and lifted her arms. The fabric, already somewhat see-through, raised with her arms and fully exposed her breasts, only to cover them up again when she put her hands at her side. It was like a cape that only connected at the sternum, and dangled behind her while spreading apart to reveal her stomach, legs, and since she was bottomless, her smooth pussy.

"Bottoms?"

"Ah!" And out came the thong. A high rise thong, reaching up to her hips, barely anymore than a g-string. But the fabric was simple, elegant, and colored just right to fit the gold brooch the cloak was connected to at the sternum, on the necklace.

"Sure you don't want to just ditch the cloak and go in only the thong?"

"Nah, that's not pretty! Sexy, sure, but you need the other piece to be beautiful."

Beatrice rolled her eyes, got up, and walked over to stand beside her. The two of them in revealing black dresses, hers quite revealing from the side, while Jen's might as well have been non-existent. And standing beside each other? Yeah, they were fucking smoking hot.

"What about my face?"

"A black veil to cover the face from the nose down, like last time."

"And you? Sure you don't want anything to cover these?" Triss reached out and pulled the cloak's open front to the sides. Not like it was hard to do; a gentle breeze would have done the same. The cloak aside exposed Jen's handful breasts, and the Ventrue smirked as she stood there.

"Wait! I am missing something." Jen spun around, which made the loose fabric swish in the air dramatically. Very fashion runway. She found some bracelets, gold and black, each covered in carvings of small skulls with fangs on them. Her shoes were at least a little less on the nose, black, with a touch of gold on the sides.

"Still going to be flashing everyone every time you move or take a sip of anything." And, despite herself, she reached out, and again spread apart the cloak to hook it along the outside of the girl's breasts.

"... sending me some mixed signals, Triss."

"You could say I'm warming up to you." Triss set her hands on the woman's breasts, and cupped them in her claws. Basically the same size as hers, perhaps a little bigger, and the Nosferatu smiled at the feel of their softness in her grip.

Neither Kindred had the blush of life going, which was definitely a good thing, since the conversation kept going in a very erotic direction. And it was Beatrice's fault. She kept letting it happen. Hell less than an hour ago she'd watched the woman fist Madison, and there was no use in denying that she'd love to have that done to her too. The sight of that ghoul's pussy clenching Jen's wrist so tight, she could see the inner lips drag along her knuckles on the way out, only to squirt onto her hand once the girl was fully outside her.

And Jen seemed genuine about wanting to be her friend. A real, genuine, someone she could talk to friend. Who also just happened to want to bang her; and was nice enough to agree she'd only do that with Julias in the bed too. It might make for a very interesting friendship?

"Think of it like this," Jen said, and she stepped in a little closer. She reached into the sides of Triss's dress, and down along the skin of her back to find her ass. And, predictably, she cupped her ass cheeks, bounced them a few times on her fingers where Triss's ass met her hamstrings, and chuckled. "We could really blow Julias's mind."

What was it about this girl that made such contact feel so perfectly fine? Course she'd never kiss or fuck her, not without Julias around, but the girl radiated such honesty and openness about sexuality, that it was hard to not indulge a little. Someone who was truly, wholly comfortable with sex in all its forms, and just wanted to fuck people she was attracted to, and people like liked. And apparently, she felt both for Triss. Would it really be so bad to have this girl in bed, with her tongue and fingers on Triss's pussy while Julias was inside—

Damn it, she was picturing it, and lightly caressing Jen's breasts as she did. Ok, enough tempting fate, enough touching the girl's really, really, really nice breasts. Triss smirked at the woman, and gave her a gentle shove to push her a couple feet away.

"Julias has probably had three or four women at a time before."

"Women like us?"

"Touche."

"But, I get what you said. Takes a while to build trust. Give it time, and get back to me. I'd never want to damage the love you two have." Jen did a few more spins, and chuckled at how the cloak did indeed hover away from her a little to expose her back, her ass, and her breasts. "That said, I'm sorry about what Jacob did to you. Sounds awful."

"Yeah... it was fucking awful."

"Don't tell me anything you're not comfortable talking about, but, I mean, go ahead, I'm listening."

She couldn't talk to Julias about it, not really. But Jen? Jen was in the Circle, and was a girl. Maybe a close friend of her own gender wouldn't hurt. And she could talk about the torture, as long as she left out the Black Blood... thing.

"Well... there were knives."