My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 08

Blushing life meant her dead heart pumped faked blood through her veins, made all the signs of human life show through, and that included blushing. Felt like her body would explode from all the embarrassment she'd suffered tonight.

She'd squirted all over Arturo, multiple times. Once from only anal! Soaked him in her juices. Lost control of all her muscles so she was just a writhing mess of pleasure, a live wire flopping and convulsing with the sporadic pulses of orgasm. And they knew it. Any and all pretense of disguising her, evidently, sensitive body were out the window.

Matt bent down, used his free hand to guide her chin up to him, and put a kiss on her lips. "Very sexy, very beautiful, and a total nerd."

"N-Nerd! I... grrr." She frowned up at the giant. His smile was too sincere and honest for her to remain angry for long though, and she sighed as she felt her own smile force its way onto her cheeks. One minute, they were hard men, rough, growling and rumbling and pinning her down. The next, they were boys, silly and dumb and horny.

She got down on her knees.

Both of the wolves let out quiet groans as she took their cocks into her mouth. One, then the other, a hand on each of them to continue stroking their thick girths, while she took turns suckling on their tips. A kiss here, a kiss there, and within minutes, drops of precum rose to the surface to be licked away by her roaming tongue. She couldn't swallow it, since it wouldn't just fade to trace amounts of ash like a Kindred's fluids would. But, she could still use her mouth, and look up at the two titans towering over her as she bathed their cocks with her tongue.

Soon, Arturo was cumming. She withdrew her lips so only the head of his cock was in her mouth, and she lightly slid her suckling back and forth along the ripe glans as waves of his cum poured over her tongue. It flowed out of her mouth, down her chin, her neck, and down over her body, her breasts and stomach, only to all be washed away by the warm shower water that rained upon them. Then she took care of Matthew, turning her head to do the same for him, until his white cum was dripping down her body as well. And through it all, she stroked them both, tiny fingers squeezing and working their veined shafts, feeling the pliable but hard texture of them, the heat of them fill her palms.

Now, for her reward. Not that she didn't enjoy fellatio! Enjoyed it too much, to the point she could feel her juices mixing with the water as she forced herself back to standing, and reached up for Arturo's neck. He bent down, knowing what was coming, and grinned at her before his eyes disappeared beside her head.

She kissed his neck once, twice, and bit into him.

Warmth flooded her mouth, and she made her own, tiny, quiet little animal growl as felt a jolt of energy hit her exhausted body. Werewolf blood. Thick, powerful, delicious. The blood was so heavy compared to humans, so sweet, almost syrupy but not quite, and yet thick enough that she felt it coat her throat on the way down. Arturo let out a soft moan, and set his hands on her hips to lightly hug her, as the two of them enjoyed the Kiss.

At least at first. Another hand took her outer thigh, and then another found her pussy. She opened her eyes, but didn't stop drinking Arturo. No way she was going to stop, she was starving. But Matthew wasn't stopping either. In moments, he worked two of his fingers into her clenching insides, and his other let go of her leg only for his fingers to find her clitoris.

He started to finger her. Hard. She trembled and held onto Arturo's neck for dear life as Matt wasted no time, didn't build up to it, didn't prepare her for it, but simply took advantage of her already dripping hot state, and started to drive his fingers into her g-spot. The fingers on her clitoris were gentle, loving, caressing and massaging, while the digits inside her drove forward into her g-spot until her hips pushed into Art's legs. Not gentle, or slow!

In seconds, her body was quaking. Still she didn't let go of the wolf man in her arms, and she moaned onto his neck as she drank down the sweet red liquid. But, as she held onto him, her eyes rolled upward, and her legs started to tremble as her juices trickled out of her. How could her body want more already?

The only thing keeping her from collapsing was Arturo's hug on her hips, and the renewed strength his blood gave her. Much as the Kiss had her whole body feeling warm, fuzzy, and blissful, it also jolted her with life, energy, and pouring heat through her limbs. Mixed with Matt and his rough fingering of her insides, she moaned loudly into Art's neck, and let the waves of tingly bliss flow outward from between her legs, up into her head, and down into her toes. Waves like a wave pool, back and forth, each flowing with the pleasure of climax. Each making her drip juices down to her ankles with the shower water.

Finally she let of the beast, and fell backward. Matt stopped, and caught her, letting her rest against his shoulder since he was kneeling, and her head dangled over it backward.

"Stop! Stop, p-please, I... I'm going... t-to be so sore tomorrow." She was shaking, mewling, and hugging herself as she vibrated in the orgasm aftershocks. "T-Too much." And it was too much! Much as she'd enjoyed it, at a certain point you had to call it quits. Otherwise they'd exploit their inhuman bodies and simply fuck all night, every night.

Art made a growl again, but when she opened her eyes enough to look at him, she sighed relief. He wasn't aroused, at least not physically, and she could see the titan was struggling to stay standing. The Kiss, and blood loss, had a habit of doing that. He placed his hands against the shower wall, and let himself slowly sink down onto his ass, to catch his breath.

"I'm jealous," Matt said.

"N-No you're not." She turned around and smiled at the juggernaut. "I'll get you next t-time, ok?" Even with Matt on a knee, he was still tall enough to almost be eye level with her. Just meant she didn't have to bend over very far to kiss him.

Kissing two boys, two different boys, was such a weird sensation. Part of her felt guilty every time, but the boys didn't mind it at all; as long as they were both there when the clothes came off, they seemed perfectly happy with the arrangement.

"You really soaked us," Matt said, and his hands reached out to take her shoulders to brace himself as he stood up. "Don't remember you squirting like that on our first night." So brazen, to say it so directly, and the man didn't flinch or grin or blush or anything.

"I... it... it was... r-really good."

"Turning into a little hornball," Art said.

She looked over her shoulder, and gave the exhausted man her best death glare. He only chuckled, and grinned at her.

"I have to admit, it is really, really hot," Matt said. "Really... really...re—"

"No!" She poked the giant in the abs, his big dripping wet abs — focus! — and glared up at him. "It'll be sunrise in thirty minutes. I n-need to check my messages, and go to the t-tower right after!" Sleeping at Antoinette's place, trial run sort of thing. Had her nervous, very nervous. "You know K-Kindred die in sunlight, right? I have to hurry." Wouldn't even have time to check her messages.

"Fine, fine," they said in unison, complete with annoyed sighs.

Ugh, boys. Dog with a bone.

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~~Antoinette~~

Jack did not come to her tower.

She checked her phone again, and again, to see if her love had messaged her and she had not noticed. But there was nothing. She messaged him, and waited for his response. But there was nothing. She paced, long nightgown trailing behind her along the marble floor around her bed. Plans to hold the boy in her arms and fall asleep to the rising sun, dashed, as unease crept up her body. Where was Jack? Why was he not answering his phone?

Twenty minutes until sunrise, and Jack should have been in her bed, safe and sound. She glared at her phone, and squeezed it until she could feel the glass and metal within begin to bend. But, she did not break it. She needed it, in case the boy messaged her. And, she would need it, to receive Daniel's messages, once she sent him on the hunt to find him.

Cold knives stabbed her feet into the black floor beneath her. Perhaps Jack was with Clara? The women was interested in him, was beautiful, and the two had made some sort of connection during that incident with the ancient monster that had somehow manifested in her city's tunnels. A mystery she was investigating; yet another hole in her knowledge. If Clara and Jack had—no, stop being infantile, silly woman. The boy loves you, Clara said so herself.

Antoinette grabbed the juvenile fear, strangled it dead, and tossed it aside. Jack was not with Clara, or if he was, it was not romantic. His disappearance was the cause of something else.

She marched out of her vault bedroom, and into a neighboring room where computers stood, ready to be used. The Invictus could be messaged with this, as she had long ago established the need to be able to communicate with the covenants by technology, in emergencies. And this was an emergency.

Was it though? Perhaps the boy was preoccupied, and... no, Kindred were calculating and careful. They did not simply forget their arrangements or to check their phones. And with Barry's disappearance, now was not the time to be timid with conclusions.

First Daniel, then Natasha, then the thralls under her control. Then Julias. Then, the rest of the triumvirate. She messaged them all.

Jack is missing.

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~~Julias~~

The bunker. It was a stretch to call it a bunker though. Viktor spared no expense, and had crafted himself a room of grand design, with an enormous, four poster bed of vermilion, a mirror to reach the ceiling of embroidered wood, wardrobes, and more. It was just as adorned and indulgent as the master bedroom of the mansion, except fifty feet below it, with a dozen gates of varying strength, each posing threats of their own. Traps with spikes and bullets and the like. And within the bunker room, an escape tunnel that lead into a random section of Devil's Corner in South Side, where the escape hatch was a hidden thing in a random wall of a random building in a random street.

Perfect for the ever paranoid elder vampire. Perfect for he and Triss to sleep, after they'd made love.

The two of them were facing each other, each on their side. She had her leg draped over him, the other parallel to his out along the sheets, with one arm snug between both their chests, the other reaching to hug him and hold him close.

He gently eased his hips forward, and sighed contentment into her hair as her pussy clenched down on him the whole journey. She'd already cum twice, and he was nearly to his own.

"Figured you'd want something a lot rougher and kinkier," he said, "after the sights we saw tonight." Antoinette must have said something to her that had changed her mood. Something about her seemed gentler, far gentler than he'd expected after the sexual madness of the ball.

"Yeah, but... I like this. Can think about things while we fuck." She leaned in, kissed his collar and neck, and smiled a shark smile up at him.

"I was hoping you'd be thinking about the sex you're currently having."

"I am! I am." Chuckling, she squeezed him with her arm and leg, and pushed her hips forward to meet him. He could feel the metal piercing in her clit hood rub against him, along with her nipple studs. "But sometimes, a gentle fuck is the best fuck."

He nodded. True, very true, and he hugged her with his free arm as he continued to ease his hips back and forth. Like this, he could feel his warm cum building and building, but unable to escape, while drop after drop of his precum trickled out of him into her taut, massaging insides. Each drop was blissful, sending tingling waves of pleasure down into his pelvis, and he sighed with more pleasure as he again came near orgasm, and again slowed down to let the fluids settle.

"Did... you notice how Jennifer was trying to get my attention all night?" she said.

"I thought I noticed that, yeah. Lot of looking at you, while she put on a show for everyone."

"She has great tits doesn't she?"

He chuckled again. He knew where this was going. "I admit, they looked nice. But I think I prefer ones with piercings and tattoos."

More chuckles. Yeap, he found the sweet spot, words hitting her ego with just the right brevity and gentleness to make her smile, and put her weight on her elbow so she could prop her head up, inch a little away from him, and caress her breasts with her free hand. All the while, she kept her leg hooked over his hip, and her dripping lips sliding back and forth an inch around the base of his cock.

"My piercings are pretty awesome." She caressed one hard nipple, and then the other, before tracing the snake tattoo. "Still... her tits were... really soft."

Oh my.

"Touched her, did you?"

"I... did. Sorry! Just, she was all over me when we were getting dressed."

"Did she cross a line?"

"Just a little. But she backed off. She... I don't know, really wants to get between my legs."

Maybe he could prod her a little, tease her. A little humor could go a long way to helping someone say what they wanted to say.

"Not attracted to me at all, is she? Seems she only wants you."

"What? She is! She plenty is, really. Sure she would do you in a heartbeat. Just really seems to have her eyes on me. Dog with a bone." She laughed again, and set her free hand on his chest to trace his muscles. "And... she uh, genuinely does want to be my friend. Friend with benefits."

"Is that so?" He grinned at her, and reached out for her shoulder. Licking his fangs, he pressed over and onto her, and then lay upon her, trapping her beneath his wider shoulders and body. All the while, still inside her, still gently fucking her so he could feel her depths stretch against the head of his cock. She liked deep, and he liked being deep inside her. And sometimes, it was nice to just bring the sex to a slow crawl, and stay that way for minutes at a time.

She smirked at him, one of those devious smirks, that made her look like an evil, seductive demon with her extra teeth. A moment later she had a pillow under her butt, and her arms around his neck and back.

"Sunrise is in, what, twenty minutes?" she said. "Hurry up."

"Fine." He feigned annoyance, groaning frustration, and it earned a chuckle from her. But chuckling turned into squeezing muscles, and she pushed her hips up to meet up as she purposefully clenched on him.

They hugged each other, melted into each other, and fucked a little faster, a little harder, just enough to cause the stirring warmth beneath his cock to build again. And this time, they kept the pace, until sweet release hit him and each clench of his muscles squirted the hot fluid into her soaked, squeezing body. He sighed, maybe even moaned a little, and she returned it with her own as she forced her hips up against him. A few strokes later, she was cumming, and Julias held her tighter as he felt her insides spasm and squeeze in random spurts, milking him until the pleasure was almost painful. Gentle, slow orgasms for the both of them, the sort that let them indulge in holding each other as much as the pleasure itself.

They held each other, hugged each other, and gently rocked their bodies back and forth as they each let the orgasm aftershocks work through their cores, their legs, thighs, and everything in between.

He sat up on his knees, and eased out his cock from her soaked, gripping lips. She had a tiny chain on her clit hood, dangling down half an inch, enough to tickle along her clitoris with every motion. And she mewled bliss as he rubbed his cum-soaked glans against it.

He rolled onto his back, lay beside her, and set his closer arm up behind the pillows so she could snug into the side of his chest. She did, and kissed his chest once, twice, and then nibbled on him a couple more times.

"Cumming at the same time? Ugh, so romantic it hurts."

"Been a long time," he said, "since I've had a woman I could do that with."

"Maybe... we could um... see if we could get a third person... in that rhythm?" Her attempts to be sneaky were so adorable, it almost broke his poker face.

"Like a kine on the regular?" he said.

"Um... no... come on you know who I'm talking about."

"The Kindred with the nice, soft breasts?"

"Yeah, her! She who shall remain nameless."

"Jennifer."

Her frown was so large he could almost feel its aura. "You suck at this."

He pulled her closer, so she had to slide up onto his chest a rest her cheek on his sternum, her arm draped over his body completely.

"Beatrice, I love you, and it's not because of the sex, amazing as it is. You want to bring Jennifer into the bed? Go right ahead."

"I know! I know ok, you just... need to convince me."

"Not like you to be so indecisive."

She whined into his chest, quietly, and knocked her forehead against his sternum a few times, hard, and not so quietly.

"You remember the first time we went out?" she said. "You said you didn't sleep with other vamps anymore. But you slept with me. And... I... I don't know. For me sex is more than just fucking. I like this connection we have."

His closer arm hugged around her shoulder, and his fingers traced along her back, her shoulder blades, before sliding up into her hair to comb it and massage her scalp.

"It's up to you. Jennifer can get in the middle of this, but she can't get in the middle of this." The former being sex, the latter of course being what they were doing right now, hugging, snuggling, talking about things with emotions laid bare, unguarded.

"I think she likes me."

"I think she likes you too."

Triss raised her head, set her chin on his sternum, and looked at him with her snake eyes, curious and wary. "Think maybe she's interested in me romantically? Cause that could get super weird."

"Honestly? I doubt it. But you'd be better off asking Jacob."

"Jacob... asking that snake about romance? Can't even begin to imagine how that'd go."

She'd never met Minerva, she didn't know what sort of man Jacob could be.

"I—" His laptop dinged. The joys of modern technology meant that, even down deep in the Earth, he had a computer connected to the internet via ethernet cable. And the unique ding sound was set up for one very specific person. "Shit."

"Shit?"

"That's the Prince." He sat up as Triss moved aside a little, and reached for the laptop. He couldn't let Triss see the contents, potential Invictus secrets and such, but she was smart enough to not peek anyway. "... Jack's missing."

"... seriously? Like missing missing?"

"Missing."

"Sure he hasn't—"

"He was supposed to go to the Elysium tower, both for Antoinette, and because it's going to be his sleeping den until the city is secure. If he's missing... shit. Shit shit shit shit." He jumped out of bed, and started to pace, naked and all. "Shit."

"It's like twenty minutes until sunrise Julias. We'll have to—"

He put the laptop down on the desk by the bed, sat down, and got to work. Twenty minutes until sunrise? More than enough time to have every thrall and ghoul in the Invictus looking for him during the day.

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~~Jack~~

Pain sucked.

Waking up from a hole in the chest was a weird sensation. But, there was no denying that's exactly what it was, a hole in his fucking torso, and enough awareness came to his groggy, pain-ridden mind to manage a peek at his chest to see the hole closing. And a moment later, more realizations kicked in. He could see his chest, which meant he wasn't in his suit anymore. Still had his pants and shoes on, but no jacket or shirt, so he was topless. He was sitting. It was dark. And, he couldn't move his hands.