My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 14

She blushed life for him, and kissed the air as she smiled for him. He blushed life as well, and pushed himself a few inches further up onto her lap. His head would have fallen off of her leg, if she did not slip her arm behind and underneath his head, to cradle it against her breast.

Her other hand reached across her chest, and tugged at the robe to loosen its hold, until the robe's bosom was loose about her sternum. She pulled the fabric aside to expose her breast nearest Jack's face, and held him snug to her as she leaned forward slightly so the softness of it pressed to his lips.

His gaze melted, his eyes closed, and he kissed the softness of her. More than kiss, he snuggled into her, against her lap and belly, against her arm cradling his head, and pressed his lips and nose to her as he took her nipple into his lips.

That was all it took, to light her body on fire. She shivered, perhaps trembled a little, as she watched her delicious lover suckle on her breasts, and gazed upon his small body, adorable, and yet defined with lean muscle, so terribly inviting. And she watched how he was relaxed against her, how he was vulnerable and precious, as he suckled and kissed her. To see him so was an utter delight, and she let out a quiet, gentle, long moan as the boy offered her nipple several roaming licks. It felt wonderful, little sparks of bliss that danced along her swelling skin, and tickled their way into her core.

She looked across the boy's body, his delicious, hard abdomen, and down to his rigid shaft. Hair trimmed to nothing, nothing blocked her eyes from admiring the sight of the veined girth rising, and rising, until it came up and over to nearly rest upon his stomach. She reached out for it, and almost mewled as she took its base into her grip.

With one arm and hand holding the boy to her breast, and the other gently encircling his cock, she again released a quiet, long moan, and began to stroke his length. Slowly, very slowly, each inch of his shaft she teased and played with, fingers circling and dancing along its underside as she played with her love. There was no rush, and tonight was about relaxing, melting, letting the boy fall into tranquil bliss as she took care of him. She wanted to take care of him, to let his pains fall away, to feel him unwind within her embrace.

But, as much as her intention was to pleasure her love, she could not ignore the growing heat in her body. His lips, circling her areola, bathing the swollen flesh in kisses and loving, tender licks, was all too pleasurable. Forever obsessed with her breasts, the boy played with them, massaged and caressed and kissed them at every opportunity. With time, he learned how to draw more of her subtle, hushed moans with his breast play, and she had encouraged it. And now, there was no denying that the sparks of pleasure were growing stronger, radiating outward from her breast and down her body until she felt the pleasure between her legs. She was wet.

"My breasts grow sensitive, little Ventrue."

He pulled away, and smiled up at her as he nudged his nose into the softness, until it spilled over half of his face. "Should I stop?"

"... no. Please, more." She reached out for his further arm, and guided his hand to slip past the robe, and to her other breast.

He needed little encouragement. Roaming fingers began to caress her, tender and exploring, each digit tracing gentle lines along the underside of her breasts. He cupped its weight, experimenting with how it overflowed his hand, and he massaged it with the softest touch as he did. But soon his fingers found her nipple, her swollen, puffy areola, and he traced its circular shape before offering it gentle tugs, and only the lightest of pinches.

The little rascal managed to crack open his eyes a bit, and smile up at her. Those green, beautiful eyes, melting away, closing once more as he snuggled into her, and suckled on her.

"Forever infatuated with my bosom, my little Ventrue. There is much more I could do for you, besides simply letting you kiss my breasts. Perhaps dance upon your cock, sheathed inside me, and rain delights upon you?"

"Maybe... later? Just, for now... just want to... regress a little, be childish, you know. And... your tits are so big."

She laughed, and nudged his lips back to her breast with her cradling arm. She did not want him to stop. Her skin was tingling with bliss, each minute the boy spent kissing her nipple filling her with rising warmth, until she could feel more than a little of her juices on her sex. All the while, she stroked his length, never enough to bring him toward orgasm, but more than enough to be pleasant, and soothing. The feel of him, his cock in her hand, his body snug to hers, was intoxicating, and she shivered as another spark of bliss filled her chest.

And then another spark, and another. A short pant escaped her, just a soft little sound, before she set her hand onto his stomach, and let the pleasure fill her. Jack's eyes opened, but she had trouble meeting his gaze as her eyes half-closed in the bliss of orgasm. The warm sparks filled her chest, reached her sex, and pleasure flowed outward through her body, until subtle tremors danced upon her legs. She cradled the boy to her, and managed a smile during the bliss of it all.

"I am ashamed," she said. "Here it was my wish to ease your pain, and yet... you pleasure me." She sighed openly, almost loudly, and let out a groaning moan as another spark of bliss worked through her core and down to her thighs. For many, many months now the boy had pampered her breasts, and with each night she found them growing more and more sensitive to his play. Or, perhaps, the boy was simply becoming more skilled.

Jack stared up at her, shock written into his face. She came from her breasts, from her nipples, and he could see it.

"Whoa."

"Ah, do not stare so hard. Is it so shocking? You play with my breasts without end so constantly... it was bound to happen sooner or later." She almost blushed. Almost. Such sexual explorations were not new to her, but it had been a very, very long time since someone had brought her to climax from her breasts alone. Her whole body refused to stop tingling, electricity upon her skin.

"Can I... keep going?"

Another chuckle escaped her. She reached across his body to find his nose, and tapped it with her finger twice before setting her hand upon his pelvis. "Please."

And as she watched the small man's eyes light up, she smiled, and held him to her so his lips could envelop her nipple once more. She shuddered, the sensitivity of orgasm only just beginning to pass, and now replaced anew with more suckling.

Her grip upon the boy's cock tightened, and she began to stroke him in earnest. A drop of precum raised to the tip, and she sighed joy as she pressed a finger to it, and spread it along his exposed glans. Soon the ripe, swollen head of his shaft was coated with it, and she again resumed stroking his length, the new lubricant allowing her fingers to gently nudge and massage the base edge of the bulbous tip.

Through it all, his suckling continued. He started softer this time, perhaps to give her sensitive body a moment to recover, before he started to suckle harder. Lips pulled and tugged at her nipple, before drifting away to plant kisses along the contours of her breast. He came back to her areola, licked it, set more kisses upon it, as his hand began to caress her other breast once more.

A second orgasm did not take long. She cradled her man, held him close, and let go of his shaft to slip her hand about his waist and hold him tighter to her as again, she came. A tremble, a quiver, and her breasts shook, heavy weight and softness shaking against him, his lips, and his hand. She was so terribly wet, and it only grew worse as the boy kissed her breast while she came for him.

Stimulation growing a touch too much, she eased his head down so her nipple was out of reach of his lips by an inch. He smiled at her, and kissed the underside of her breast as she climaxed, each passing minute leaving behind more of the melancholy he had brought with him into her chamber. She returned his smile, and gently eased the boy off of her lap so he was lying upon his back in the center of the bed. She found one, two, eight pillows, and placed them about his arms and behind his back and head to lightly prop up his torso, so that he may relax, and watch.

She kept the robe on. Such clothes play was always a delight, and she laughed as she found the boy's eyes looking at how the robe hugged to her, its belt tight but its chest now loose so her breasts were free. All the better, as she crawled over him, set her knees outside his, and her hands along the blankets beside his shoulders. Her breasts dangled over his face, and she shivered as she leaned down enough to run the heavy, sensitive masses against his lips. He got the game quickly, and did not move his head even as he opened his mouth to kiss her breasts as she slid one over him, and then the other.

A silly game. It made her chuckle, and feel young again; he was good at that, her little Ventrue. She slid further back, lowered her body further upon his, and leaned forward so gravity pressed her breasts to his pelvis. His cock stood at forty-five degrees toward him when this hard, this aroused, and she exploited it, letting her breasts fall with their weight to encircle and bury the rigid shaft. With her knees still outside his and her thighs pressing his legs together, she had more than enough leeway to simply kneel there, ease her body back and forth, and let the angle of his cock guide its path within her bosom.

"Your breasts are so heavy," he said. She could see his body relax more and more, tense muscles easing into the pillows she set for him, his expression softening into an almost half asleep gaze. Perfect. To hold him at such a precipice of relaxation and arousal was her goal after all, to bring him to climax, while at the same time, letting him sink into comfort and tranquility.

"And now, I confess, very sensitive." It was no lie. How she let gravity bury his cock between her breasts caused her rocking to lightly nudge her nipples against his abs. They were swollen, very swollen, engorged and tingling and filling her core with the sparks of bliss. She would not cum from anything less than the boy's lips and fingers upon them, but still, the act of massaging his cock with her breasts was tingling and pleasant as her nipples grazed his abs. Far too sensitive now, but once she recovered, she would want more.

"So I should... play with them more often?"

"My love, you cannot do more than always."

"I don't always... ok yeah I guess I do always."

More chuckles. She leaned a little further forward, and brought her chest down toward his body just enough to completely bury every inch of his cock within the soft confines of her breasts. More than large enough to spill over his abs, pelvis and sides, she trapped each inch of his length within the depths of her bosom, and kept him there. His glans was coated in his precum, and as she eased her body back and forth, more joined it, wetting her skin.

It took time to bring the boy toward orgasm this way. Without the proper grip or strength of her fingers or mouth or insides, only the heavy softness of her breasts pressing and surrounding his cock, spurred by gravity, the stimulation against him was gentle. Gentle was enough, enough to have the boy sighing bliss, moaning it, and for more and more drops of precum to coat her breasts as she edged him toward orgasm. Slowly, so ever slowly.

She shivered as she settled back, rested her weight on her ass against his shins, and looked down at where his cock poked out from her breasts. No motion, no more movement, she simply watched, and licked her lips as another drop of precum rose to the tip of his swollen glans. She did not touch it, but instead, let it build on its own, until soon the clear, viscous liquid dripped down onto his abs where they met her breasts. More, she wanted to see more. His body fought for stimulation, cock twitching and pulling toward his abs, begging to be touched, but she would not, and she smiled down at the delicious thing as more, and yet more drops of his precum leaked out of him. A small pool of it began to form near his navel, a testament to his need. Poor boy, gravity was enough for her breasts to squish against and tenderly caress his cock, but not enough to push him over the edge.

It was not until she leaned in, and began to suckle on the head of his cock, in much the same way he did her breasts, that Jack groaned openly, and came.

He flexed his core, and let out a more obvious moan as his eyes half-closed not with calmness, but bliss. And as he did, she lifted her head, and pressed her arms together against the outside of her breasts, so that they hugged tight to his cock. Now, each gentle rock of her body provided proper, tight friction against his cock as his cum gushed out of him, and into the valley of her breasts.

"That... is... perfect." If the boy had not melted before, he was certainly melted now. He struggled to keep his eyes on her, but she could tell he did not want to miss watching, to not see how with each gentle rock, more of his cum dripped out from the crease of her breasts and onto his abs. More, and more, warm, wet, the thick white fluid flowed into the cushioned valley she created for him, until she felt how his cum coated the entirety of where her breasts were squashed against each other.

She continued to rock her body, keeping every inch of him hidden inside her cleavage, until at last the final squirt of his cum coated her. Only then did she cease pressing her breasts together, and again resumed gently rocking her body back and forth over him, so only gravity let her breasts squish around his cock. Cum dripped from her, and covered the boy's pelvis as she swayed for him.

"Such a delightful mess." She shivered joy as she looked down, and admired how much he had coated her. Still hard, and the angle created a pleasant sight of his cock poking out from between her breasts, the wet pillows easing back and forth and spreading the mess. "Were Ashley and Julee here, I would have them clean my breasts as I sat upon your cock."

He quivered a few times, and managed to raise his head up from the pillows enough to look at her more directly. "Sorry, I drained them pretty good. Like... you just did me."

"Ah but you are still hard." She crawled forward, sat her dripping wet sex along his wet abs, and grinned down at him as she looked down at her cum-soaked breasts. "Perhaps instead of Ashley and Julee, I shall do it."

"I uh—oh... god."

She grinned at him, almost beaming with bliss at the sight of his pleasure. She slid back, and started to ease her soaked pussy against his equally soaked cock. Ah, the sensation of his wet, hard girth opening her, the unique texture of an aroused man's shaft, its hard body yet soft skin slipping into her, soaking her with his cum. She inched herself back slowly, until she sat upon his pelvis with the boy fully sheathed inside her. A favorite position of hers to be sure, to sit upon her love, hold him inside her, and control the pace of their love making. As much as Jack had become a talented lover, she was unrivaled.

And like this, she could indulge her vanity. She grinned down at him, his starstruck gaze, and raised her hands to her hair. Arching her back, she jutted out her cum-covered breasts, little droplets of it running down their curves and onto her stomach, and she combed her hair back with her fingers. His trembles told her how enraptured he was, and again she chuckled as she slowly, teasingly, brought her hands down to her breasts.

She cupped their heavy weight, let the size of them spill over her palms, and guided one of them up to her mouth.

"So I just sit here and... watch you be the most erotic and beautiful thing in existence."

"But of course." She grinned all the more evilly with her eyes as she ran her tongue along the surface of her breast. Pleasant tingles returned, and she lightly squeezed on the boy's cock as she felt the pleasure return. With several drops of his cum upon her tongue, she captured the boys eyes, held them, his green into her red, and swallowed down his seed.

"You're going to kill me."

"Oh? Whatever do you mean?" Again, she ran her tongue down what parts of her breasts she could reach; which was much of the mountain of softness. And with each lick, she kept his gaze, and grinned her succubus eyes at him as she eased another wave of his cum into her mouth. There was no avoiding how her chin and lips pressed to her breasts with each lick, and soon much of the white seed was on her jawline and neck. So much, enough to almost be dripping off of her chin.

Jack set his hands on her thighs, and stared.

It was only a Kindred's seed after all, and it would fade into the tiniest traces of ash in five, perhaps ten minutes. And for that time, she could play with the boy's arousal, bring it to bursting once more without so much as a thrust.

She brought her nipple into her mouth, and suckled, holding her breast with one hand, while her other hand massaged her free breast, trailing lines through his cum and caressing the warmth into her hard nipple. And as she smiled down at the boy, she continued to suckle, and kiss, and lightly lick around her engorged areola, swallowing his cum and letting much of the white fluid coat her lips. She felt the tingling return, the sparks of bliss from having her nipples pampered, caressed, and teased. The pleasure worked through her, filled her chest, and as much as she had planned to hold still during the visual feast for her lover, she started to eased her hips back and forth.

It was almost embarrassing, how quickly she felt the pleasure start to build again. She forced herself to slow down, used her many years of practice and patience to bring the joys to a crawl, to bask in the boy's wide, entranced gaze as she played with herself, and tasted his cum and her skin. There had been many times in the distant past she had enjoyed her breasts on her own, massaged her nipples, kissed them, brought herself to near orgasm, and sometimes into it. Hazy memories from a time long gone. Seeing the look in the boy's eyes as she masturbated with her breasts though, perhaps she should enjoy it more often.

Soon his cum started to fade, and she at last let go of her breasts as she found herself so close, so very close to climax. To be on the edge, to feel her inner muscles squeeze on the boy in need, to feel her juices soak his cock, and to feel her thighs press to him in anticipation, it was all so perfect.

"My breasts are clean once again," she said, and she ran her hands along them to prove it. "And... I am... so very close, my little Ventrue."

He held out his hands for her.

She sighed openly, lovingly, and let her body fall forward toward him. Her hands found the pillows he rested upon, and she put her weight onto them as she let her breasts dangle underneath her, the heavy weights becoming teardrops over his face, each teardrop larger than his head. Jack opened his mouth, and where she had once been suckling, he began to suckle, pulling her nipple into his mouth with more force than before. One of his hands found her other breast as well, and began to massage her other nipple, pinching it lightly, but not so gently anymore. Enough to send those sparks of bliss through her breasts and into her chest, down through her core and into her pelvis, where bliss flooded outward and down her legs into her toes.

She began to orgasm, rocking waves of bliss working through her as she trembled over Jack. Not a sound from her, only pleasure, her pussy squeezing his length like a vise until she could feel more of her juices leaking from her. She forced her eyes open, but she could only manage a tiny crack through her eyelids. Enough, it was enough to gaze upon her lover as she came upon him, enough to see his closed eyes, his face awash with relaxed joy. He devoured her, suckled upon her, massaged and caressed her, and she melted into his touch.