My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 13

Hard to focus on the non-human element, when the very human, very beautiful half-naked woman was cumming again. So soft and curvy, her free breast jiggled and bounced, while the other in Eric's hand struggled to free itself of his grip as Fiona's trembling grew. He didn't let it. He began to caress it, massage it, two of his fingers circling her puffy nipple while the others held the large shape of her breast secure.

Fiona reached out, and grabbed Jessy's wrist with one hand, while her other pressed against Jessy's leg. "S... slow... doon..."

The vampire did, for a moment. But after a sinister chuckle, Jessy resumed fingering the curvy redhead, fingers thrusting upward hard enough to make all of Fiona's body shake against the booth, and for her squeaks to return. Squeaks, and juices. Even in the darkness of the club, Eric could see how wet Jessy's fingers were getting, and he could smell sex, smell the body and heat and need coming out of Fiona. The small woman's grip on Jessy's wrist was futile, and the vampire continued to finger her, despite her mewls and squeaks growing quieter, becoming breathless pants as the girl ran out of air.

He held her as she came, felt her heart beating a million times a second, and felt her soft body quivering in orgasm, while bouncing from Jessy's forceful fingering. And through it all, Jesy's dance on his cock got faster, shifting back and forth in a rolling tide. The impact of her arm was making her own body tremble, and Eric's eyes drifted to Jessy, her hard stomach, her smooth lips spread open by his cock, her shaking breasts, and her sinister grin. It felt good. It felt really good.

He was starting to get a picture of what these vampires were like. Maybe it wasn't a very accurate picture, given the few vamps he'd ever known, but this Jessy girl had so much confidence in herself and what she was doing, all Eric could do was watch, and let her shaking, dancing body work him toward a second orgasm.

Fiona went silent. Not because she passed out, but she simply had no air left. Jessy, perhaps feeling a bit lenient, slipped her hand out of the girl's body, and set her soaked fingers onto Eric's chest. The small woman's squeaks returned, as did her trembling, and she leaned her head onto Eric's shoulder as she shivered.

"God damn she's a firecraker," Jessy said. "Look at her, shaking like a leaf. And she drenched me." She traced Eric's chest with her fingers, drawing lines with Fiona's juices along his muscles. "Your turn."

"I—"

"No no, no talking. Just sit back, relax, and cum all you want while I get a drink." The vampire leaned in, grinning the whole way, and put her lips to his neck.

A part of him, the animal in him, wanted to push her off and fight her. She was dangerous, and that new instinct in him was feeling fangs on the neck, feeling vulnerable, feeling exposed, feeling like this dangerous animal might take advantage of him. But, the man in him was a bit too busy melting in a bath of pure sex to care.

When the fangs pierced him, there was a split moment of pain, so short he almost didn't notice it. And then, pleasure. Overwhelming waves of relaxation flowed through him, pouring up and down his body, his tense muscles, settling the pain in his knee and all the bruises. Pleasure amplified, turning the pleasant, massaging grip of her pussy around his cock into an overpowering bliss. Orgasm came moments later, and he let out a low, quiet groan as his cum started to gush out of him once again.

"Jessy, Ganders says we—what are you d-doing?"

Eric forced his eyes open, and looked out to the open space between the booths. Natasha stood there, hands on her hips and a chipmunk frown on her lips.

Jessy's head was on Eric's neck, between him and Fiona, so Eric got to watch Natasha stand there, tapping her foot and growing more and more annoyed. Eric, on the other hand, was doing his best to not pass out, as the vampire's suckling lips poured a strange euphoria over him. He couldn't focus on anything anymore, could barely see Natasha beside him, only aware on the relaxing waves working up and down his body. Each waved earned a gush of his cum, and he made another small groan as he felt the warmth of it coat the vampire's tight, soaked insides. And, as she suckled, her own juices joined his, her insides trembling and squeezing in random convulsions, milking him of his cum.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

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~~Natasha~~

Oh god damn it.

"J-Jessy, you... you're naked!"

The evil vampire woman chuckled, raised her lips from Eric's neck, and wiped a hand across her lips. She was shaking, in a way Natasha knew meant she was cumming. Right in front of everyone!

"God damn this fucker tastes good." And of course, not to be deterred by a conversation, the animal woman talked, and moaned at the same time.

"D-D-Don't drink too much! He gave Jack some b-blood, remember?"

"Yeah yeah. Still, seems he's got a good amount of blood. I'm pretty happy with him." Jessy raised her hands, then leaned back as she ran fingers down her breasts and abs, little orgasm tremors still working through her. "Mm, nice and full."

Natasha stepped around a little closer. Yep, suspicions confirmed. Jessy wasn't just drinking the man, she was fucking him. Natasha couldn't help but stare at how her pink lips were spread over the man's dark skin, and how... utterly delicious that looked. And then they drifted over to Fiona, and Natasha squeaked as she realized the redhead had her dress down, legs spread, skirt hiked up, underwear pulled down a couple inches, and looked exhausted.

Fiona was only four inches taller than Natasha, which barely put her into the five foot range. A small girl like her, but wow, Fiona had large breasts. The Mekhet smacked herself in the forehead, and shook herself out. Now was not the time to get drawn into Jessy's insatiable sexual appetite.

"Sat-t-tisfied?"

"I'll have you know, I am. Since you won't play with me anymore, I've been lonely! The boys have been lonely too. Needed to spice up my life a bit."

Right, cause sleeping with four ghouls, at the same time, and on a regular basis, wasn't spicy enough for Jessy. As if to prove that true, Jessy started to work her hips back and forth, hands holding the table behind her, and moans escaping her fangs.

Natasha watched her for a few too many seconds before she reached out, and flicked the naked woman in the shoulder. "Come on, get dressed! And... cleaned up."

"Fine fine." Jessy slid off the man, slowly, teasingly. Natasha again couldn't control her eyes, and watched as Jessy's pussy slid off of Eric's cock, and the thick phallus fell loose against his abs. Traces of juices, and white cum, joined its veins and girth. It was enough to have Natasha craving some alone time with her boyfriends; thank god she wasn't blushing life. Jessy reached into her purse for a wetnap, and wiped away all the sex that had accumulated all over them, in mere seconds at that, her decades of practice showing through. Nice of her. She half expected Jessy to force the two exhausted victims to clean themselves up.

Fiona and Eric were still conscious. Fiona was understandable, but for Eric to still be awake was surprising, given how much blood he must have lost, feeding two Kindred, and how one Kiss was normally enough to pull a kine into a blissful sleep.

"S-Sorry about her, Eric," Natasha said. "She um... she's... she's a slut."

"Hey, don't poke the bear. Think I don't got some juicy stories I can share about you?" Shrugging, Jessy stood up on the floor for everyone to see, slipped on her thong, and then her dress. She made a show of it too, offering a few enthralled viewers a wink.

It probably was best to not poke the bear. Jessy could easily begin a tale of Natasha's sexual exploits with the Gangrel's ghouls, and all the kinky things she'd done with them. Apparently, all a precursor to her new sexual life with two werewolves, that Jessy had somehow orchestrated. She was dumb brute of a woman, and yet, frustratingly intelligent and manipulative when she wanted to be.

Jessy cleaned up Eric, pulled up his boxers and pants, and did them up to hide his privates. And then she began to do the buttons of his shirt, smirking at the bouncer with each one.

"You ok there, man?"

"Yeah, just... very... drained."

"Ha! Yeah, Kiss will do that." Jessy pat the exhausted man on the hand, and then walked around the booth to slide in with Fiona. And just as with Eric, she helped put the girl back together. Fiona had not been Kissed, and yet, she looked spent, as if someone had forced a dozen orgasms on the girl; no doubt Jessy had. Well, Fiona had wanted to experience the sexual side of Dolareido, a side she said she'd seen a lot of, but had never actually partaken of.

A first time with Jessy was like learning how to swim in the deep end.

Natasha smiled at Eric as the man struggled to regain his composure. "D-Don't... be embarrassed, ok? This sort of stuff happens here in Bloodlust all the... t-t-time. In fact, um, if you're single, I suggest you... enjoy it."

"Aye!" Fiona shouted, earning a small jump from Natasha. The girl had a bottle of some alcohol, and she poured herself some more of it to drink. "Ah think ah will!"

Oh no, Jessy had corrupted her.

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~~Author's Note~~

Don't worry about Fiona and Eric, I don't plan to have them do nothing but fuck random people at the club all the time. I did feel like they deserved a little fun after all the shit they went through in MLV Part 4 though.