My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 14

"S... stop... please..."

Immediately the boy let her breast go, and his head relaxed onto his pillow. "Sensitive?"

"Oui. Very." She leaned in closer, squashed her breasts to his chest and neck, and craned her neck down to kiss the much shorter boy's head. "I shall let you feast upon me more, soon. But for tonight, please, lie back, and relax." She leaned in closer still, until her weight was fully upon him, and her tall body covered his in shadow, her lips by his ear. "Relax."

The boy's breath came in pants, excitement filling him, and she chuckled as she kissed his ear.

"I said to relax, mon amour." She started to grind her body against him, pressed her breasts to his chest as her hips began to move back and forth. Wet, so deliciously wet. And the boy was nearing orgasm as well; she could see it in his muscles that refused to completely relax, and his expression that refused to ease.

"Relax, yeah..."

There. All it took was a little coaxing, a little guidance. She planted more kisses upon him as she slowed down yet again, kissed his ear, his buzzed hair, and squeezed her pussy upon his length to edge him closer to orgasm, without ever crossing it. Each stroke brought him pleasure, and with each stroke, she ran her hands up and down his arms, his neck, his buzzed hair, always slow and gentle. Tranquility was the theme tonight, and she milked the boy with total serenity, until he had no choice but to relax into the blankets, and go limp.

Only then did she start to work her hips faster, and only then did she sit up so she could bury every last inch of him into her. She danced upon his cock, set her hands upon his chest, and began to thrust harder. Certainly not rough sex; in fact, she kept the pace quite slow, only barely faster than before. But that was fast enough.

As orgasm danced in the distance, coming closer and closer, she pressed her hands to Jack's chest, and used him for leverage as she drove her hips back and forth in deep thrusts. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with the impacts, and Jack stared at her as she fucked him. His arms were no longer holding her thighs, now limp along the blankets between her legs and the pillows. His head was much the same way, except now it bounced lightly against several pillows with each of her thrusts.

Delightful friction, her swollen clitoris pressing to him with the forward angle. But she wanted a stronger orgasm, and brought her body a touch more forward, so the angle of his cock pointed it toward her navel. Perfect. Delicious pressure, each drive back of her hips causing his cock to hit that spot, to send pulses of pleasure out from her pelvis, and again build the growing warmth of orgasm.

"If you ever feel weary my love, please, come lay beside me, and let your troubles fade away as I tend to you. Let me care for you with the softness of my body."

"You're uh... starting to sound like a wife in the 1930s." He smiled as he said it, again struggling to keep his eyes on her as they drifted half-closed. "Very 1930s. Think I read something like that on a vintage poster, one of those colorful, super sexist ones."

She laughed, and reached up to jut out her breasts once more as she combed her fingers back through her hair. "I was alive in such a time, my love. Women were to be seen, not heard. It was a man's world, and it was a woman's job to please him." She rolled her eyes. Such games she and the boy played, and they both chuckled as she again combed back her hair, except this time emphasizing it with dainty swishes of her fingers, as women in such times were encouraged to do. "But I do not lie. It brings me joy to see that I may ease your pains. Great joy."

"... thank you." His eyes, renewed with weight, but weight of a caring nature, of a sort where she could feel the openness of his soul laid out for her to drink from. Eyes of love.

Oh, her little Ventrue, how those eyes stirred her. She brought hands back down to the blankets around his shoulders, and arched her back as she picked up the pace. His eyes closed once more, but opened yet again, just a crack, just a sliver, enough so he could watch her as she bounced upon him. And, as he began to fill her with his cum, his eyes raised into his eye sockets, and waves of pleasure at last forced them closed.

She needed only three more strokes, before she too was upon climax. As the tingling waves filled her, curled her toes and forced her thighs to squeeze around the boy between them, she leaned herself down upon his small frame. Again she squished him beneath her breasts, and as his eyes drifted open, she kissed his forehead, and continued to ease her hips back and forth. Each gentle sway of her body earned a gush of his cum to fill her, and each clench of her insides earned a wave of her own bliss to join it.

A perfect, utterly perfect way to climax. She held her man, buried him in her softness, and milked his cum until she felt it join her own juices where they connected.

"My insides quiver, little Ventrue. How does it feel?" To talk mid orgasm? Another fun game, and she smiled as she forced her bliss to continue, more clenching of her muscles spurred by her efforts. Each, no doubt, stimulated and caressed the cock inside her, and Jack trembled as her play earned another gush of warmth to leak out of her.

"... just want to... lie here... forever."

"One of the few joys of being undead, my love. Forever is within our grasp." Her orgasm began to fade, as did Jack's, but through it all she held him, pressed her body upon him, and planted several more kisses to his forehead. Only when the random convulsions of her muscles upon his member ceased, did she sit up straight, and grin down at her little Jack.

"You offering me eternity here, in your bed?"

"You did say you wished for it." She reached behind her, set her hands on her plentiful ass, and pushed forward on it to bring her hips forward. The angle of course pushed out her breast, but that was also a part of the game, to slay the boy with her body, visually and with its touch, as she began to dance upon his cock. To drag out those last few tingles of orgasm aftershocks was a skill she had mastered, both for herself, and for her love.

"I did..."

The boy's words sent her withered heart into a flutter, and she stopped her dance as, slowly, gently, the sexual energy of it all drained away, replaced with an overwhelming need to hug her love.

So, she did. She slid off of his softening member, and lay beside him upon the blankets and pillows. Still in her robe, she pulled the boy close to her, and turned him enough so he could face her.

"Such words are dangerous, little Ventrue, and women are particularly vulnerable to them."

"I—"

"Non non, no words. We have eternity to test these waters. And, I do sincerely hope, my love, that we will spend that eternity together."

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~~Jack~~

He wasn't sure what he did to have deserved such an amazing woman in his life. Was this how Roger Rabbit felt? He'd always envied that rabbit when he was younger, when his mom showed him that movie. Jessica Rabbit woke some strange feelings inside him.

The amazing body Antoinette had was only the tip of the iceberg; though, he did have to wonder about it. She was very tall, and the white hair and red eyes, along with her early-thirties complexion, were a weird mix, biologically. People from Europe at that time period didn't look like that, not even in the slightest, from the height, to the tight waist and massive breasts, to the particularly unusual hair and eyes. She was Ordo Dracul, known for their experiments and search for secret knowledge of what vampires were on a grander scale, so maybe that had something to do with it? When he'd first talk to her and had asked, she said it may have had something to do with Dracula, or something.

But, yeah, tip of the iceberg. It wasn't the ridiculously awesome body she had that was making him relax into her, it was how she wanted to hold him, embrace him, and give him a place to rest his head that was melting him. God he needed that. May not have been the manliest thing, to need someone's shoulder to lean on, but he didn't give a shit. He couldn't imagine a better place to be right now, then in Antoinette's loving arms, and how accepting she was of him. An intelligent, wise, confident woman, who'd never say anything as absurd as 'man the fuck up' or 'walk it off' or any of that shit. Someone he could just be a young guy with, who was having a really fucking hard time.

She cradled his head, and held him to her as he hugged her back. He didn't cry; one step away from it, but crying wasn't really what he needed right now. He needed a soft, safe place to rest, and she wanted to give him that. It was perfect.

They held each other for an eternity; or, twenty more minutes. Still perfect, relaxing, and he took a deep breath as he let the tension fall away. He shivered a few times, some trembles as the body struggled to let go, but, as Antoinette stroked his head and rubbed his back, he melted into heaven.