My Little Ventrue Pt. 05 Ch. 04

She motioned for him to lie down upon the altar. Holding the altar up as if it were a great weight, the skeletons underneath it, with their blue eyes and vampire fangs, greeted him with almost smiling gazes. Did they know what was about to happen to him? Had they seen it done to others? The altar was only a foot and a half tall, easy to sit on, or on this case, lie upon, while also long enough for the length of his body to sit cozy on the rich, black leather.

She came up to his head, and leaned over him. "To have you with me, dusk and dawn, has been a delight, my love. Do not think I find your unending desire for sex a bother; it is a joy." She reached down around the altar, and pulled up some more chains from around its base, hidden beneath the silk. Uh oh yet again. She took one of his hands, brought it down beside the altar, and set the shackle around his wrist. With very little slack on the chain, he couldn't get his hand higher than a few inches from the floor. It was comfortable enough, since the altar wasn't very wide, only a couple feet, so his arms could dangle gently, and he could rest his palms against the silk. But if he wanted to lift them, he was boned. And from the size of the chains, he could tell he wouldn't be able to break them with his strength. This wasn't a 'pretend to be bound' roleplaying situation. He was genuinely trapped.

"I'm glad, because... you're not dissuading me from being aroused every moment I'm near you." Cause, despite the growing shivers he felt dancing on his spine, warning him he was in danger, his cock only grew harder. Understandable at this point. His dick had the survival instincts of a dodo bird.

"Ah, little Ventrue, that is a comfort to hear. And, see." Walking past his waist, she let one of her arms hang, and ran her finger along his chest, down his abs, and against his shaft where it stood, pointing up at forty-five degrees towards him. She continued down to his legs, and pulled out more hidden chains, these longer, able to pull over onto the altar, and bind his ankles. "It would take a Kindred of great strength to break these chains, my love. A Daeva or Nosferatu of at least twenty years of age, would be needed. But one such as you, is helpless."

He squirmed a little, tested her theory, and managed a nervous smile up at her. His cock was already hard enough to hurt, and for some reason, being her captive was only making him harder. Any more and his dick was going to pop like some sort of blood balloon.

But then she walked over to his side, raised one of her long legs, and slipped it over the altar while reaching down to take his cock in her free hand; the other still held his leash, chain wrapping her hand and wrist. She tugged on the leash, pulling his head up a few inches, pointing his gaze to her, to her sex, as she eased her hips down, and devoured his cock inside her smooth, hot, soaked slit. He almost lowered his head as he groaned in bliss, but she tugged the leash again, forcing him to keep his head raised, and watch as her lips spread around his shaft.

Once her lips were pressing to his pelvis, himself balls deep inside her squeezing depths, she let her weight sink her body onto him until her butt molded to his thighs, her metal boots on the blankets around them. Grinning like the devil, she leaned over him, free hand pressing to the alter around Jack's head, while the other tugged on the leash yet again, up toward her and her breasts.

"I would have another orgasm, my love, my Ventrue. But do not move your hips, or I will punish you. No, you are infatuated with my breasts, and I would have you pleasure me with them." And, with her hand still against the altar beside his temple, she leaned down further, and pressed one of her enormous breasts to his lips.

The eight, black metal skeleton fingers holding her breasts in were large, but her breasts were more than large enough to justify the size of the strange corset garment. Plenty of her skin was still exposed, the entirety of her nipples and areola as well, so he had no trouble pulling one of the engorged, swollen mounds into his mouth, as Antoinette pressed her breast into his face. With her pushing down on him, he could let his head fall to the leather of the altar, and gaze up at her from underneath her, her tit burying most of his face.

Normally, her breasts were so large and heavy, they squashed onto him like giant teardrops, but her unique clothes kept them upright, firm, tight against her chest. When she leaned down more, instead of her breast gently covering and nudging onto his face, it pressed down on him, pinning his head to the altar. He couldn't lift his head. She didn't want him to.

She held perfectly still, and captured his gaze from where it poked out from around the huge curve of where her breast covered his mouth, chin, and nose. As he suckled on her, he saw her eyes waver slightly, half closing, her sighs of bliss coming through as she started to shiver, as her insides began to squeeze. The other hand still holding the chain pressed to her free breast, and he groaned into her skin as she began to caress her other swollen nipple. No movement, only the suckling and kissing of her nipples, and her insides responded with clenches, squeezes, trickling juices, and little spasms.

He lifted his hips. Shit.

She lifted her breasts, and tugged on his chain until his head was jammed up between her tits, eyes blinking up at her. "Do that again and I will make you wait hours before I satisfy you, if at all. Understood?" Despite the smile on her lips, she had a touch of danger to her eyes. Dragon was becoming a better descriptor every night he was with her.

"Yes ma'am."

Chuckling down at him. She leaned back onto him, pinned his head to the altar, and buried his face with her breasts once again, the other one this time.

"And call me Prince, when you are bound, my little Ventrue. I am your master, your lover, and your Prince." She didn't give him the opportunity to confirm, keeping her breast squashed to his face instead. And, while he wasn't allowed to move his hips, she was, and she started to ease them back and forth, grinding her hips down toward him in a gentle flow, while he suckled on her.

He could tell, she didn't want to cum from the penetration, she wanted to cum from his lips on her nipples. God, the thought of that, of how her breasts had become so sensitive, she could cum from them, from having his lips on them, suckling, tongue licking and caressing, was enough to have drops of his precum leak into her. Fighting the urge to drive his hips up into her boiling insides was almost impossible.

She started to cum again. Like before, she didn't let it stop her, didn't let it force her eyes closed or her actions to stop. Instead, she kept up her slow grind on his cock, and raised her breast out of his mouth, while she grinned at him. Her insides squeezed, trembling, spasms of random muscle clenches joined by her juices coating him, until he could feel them slide down his testicles. Each rippling wave of clenching bliss sent pleasure down through his sensitive, swollen glans, edging him closer and closer to orgasm, but not into it, not yet. The throbbing was starting to grow painful, and each pulse of need earned another drop of his precum.

"I have been waiting to speak with you," she said, sitting up straight once more. "Natasha has suggested to me that, it may be foolish to try and separate our romantic life from our Kindred lives."

"You want to talk about work? Er, I mean, Jessy says I really shouldn't think about work and Kindred life as separate. I have to agree with her, now that I think about it."

"Then it is as I feared, and I am doing our relationship a disservice." Antoinette lifted a leg up and over the altar to join the other, and sat sideways. Still on his cock, still with him inside her, so every movement was a vise on his aching girth. She set both feet on the floor, on the silk blankets, and then folded one leg over the other, the closer leg, like she was about to enjoy tea on the balcony. He could feel it, feel how the position tightened her insides on him, feel her juices leak down his length.

"Y-You are?" Christ, she looked so fucking amazing, sitting there like she was sitting in her office chair. He was that office chair. Why was that so strangely appealing? Probably because she treated her office chair good, as she looked at him over her shoulder, and traced her free hand up and down his chest.

"Oui. I have been treating you as my boy toy, when I should understand that you are an adult, as I am. We should both speak of real things, and share our experiences with each other, support each other." Still sitting there, on his cock, legs off the side with one folded the other, she began to admire her fingernails, and took a moment to rub them on the chain in the other hand, as if filing them. "You may thrust now."

Thrust, with her sitting on him, all her weight on him, and his arms and legs bound. Before, she had a lot of her weight on her feet, but now, almost all her weight was pressing down on his pelvis through her ass. She weighed a fair amount, considering how tall she was, with a touch of muscle to her curvy frame, but he was a vampire, and could handle a little weight. And, god, he really wanted to cum.

He put his palms to the blankets underneath him, put some weight onto his shoulder blades against the altar, some onto his heels as well, and started to thrust upward.

Antoinette chuckled, deep, husky, and again began to trace the muscles of his chest, as she bounced on his cock. She didn't help, didn't grind, didn't move, simply sat there, the leash in her further hand, her closer hand caressing his chest, his abs, his chin, everything. Her breasts fought to escape the skeleton hands clutching them, but their grip was secure, and the softness of their squished shapes stayed put, mostly. And, looking at her from the side like this, he groaned openly at how amazing she looked, how terrifying and beautiful the black fantasy armor looked on her. God damn, she was too good to him.

"I... really don't mind, being your boy toy."

She slid her free hand down his abs to her closer butt cheek, and pulled up on it beneath the thigh, helping to expose some of where his cock was spreading her open. Soaking wet. "Yes, but, I also want something more. Do you not?"

Didn't even have to think about that. "Y-Yes, very." So close, it was making talking difficult. Every thrust was causing waves of pleasure to surge through his cock, until the tingling waves were coursing up and down its length.

"We have love, and intimacy, and sexuality, but we lack the back and forth of shared support. I—oh my." She smiled at him, that devilish smile, as he started to cum inside her.

Finally, release. He shivered and trembled, and his thrusts slowed, as he felt the glans of his cock grow hyper sensitive, so each tiny movement sent powerful pulses of bliss through him. A quick first orgasm, but damn it, the whole situation was filling him with thrills, tingling up and down his spine. He was tied to what might as well have been a sacrificial altar! And the queen necromancer was sitting on his cock, like he was a piece of furniture... that she really liked, and let fuck her while she sat on it. No idea, no idea at all why that was such a turn on, but it was, and he shivered as he felt the heat of his cum drip out of her lips and onto his pelvis and testicles.

"Quick today, non?" Laughing, she stayed as she was, and again lifted up on her butt cheek and thigh of the closer leg to examine where his cum was leaking out of her.

"Sorry... just..."

"Oh, silly boy." She tugged on the leash, causing his head to rise, so her other hand could caress his chin and nose. "Again." God yes. He started thrusting up into her, forcing her to bounce, until she laughed, closer to a giggle, and tapped his nose. "Slower this time, mon petit."

Sighing, but understanding, he pushed his hips up into her slower, no longer making her bounce, but the motion causing gentle, shifting friction of her tightened insides nonetheless. Milking the aftershocks of his orgasm with her tight, dripping insides, was divine.

"As I was saying, before I was interrupted," she said, and tapped on her chin with the leash-wielding hand. "I hope to... explore, perhaps, a more adult relationship with you. If you do not mind, I would speak to you of things I normally avoid speaking of, things about the city, about my own strifes. And I hope you will do so for me as well."

This whole scenario was proving to be an interesting dichotomy. He was bound and helpless, but it was her asking him the vulnerable questions.

"I'd love to." He knew she loved to protect him from that sort of shit, but, this was better. He wanted what she was offering. Maybe, someday, he could tell her about the weird shit going through his head, since escaping Angela. Maybe.

Her smile grew, dark in the blue light, and she unfolded her legs, only to refold them, other leg this time. And with him inside her to feel every shift and clench of her muscles, he groaned. She set her hands onto her higher knee, both of them, legs still off to the side with one foot to the blankets. A comfortable pose, one someone might use when chatting with friends while sitting around in the living room. And, he couldn't help but thrust a little harder up into her when she got settled; she didn't even blink, despite how her insides clenched on him.

She lightly bounced her one leg where it was draped over the knee of the other. "Faster." Groaning again, he started pushing up into her harder, so her bouncing leg bounced higher, and her delightfully large butt jiggled with the impact. "Your meeting with Avery. Please, tell me more, whatever the Invictus do not deem secret, whatever you felt you needed to trim down for the Primogen meeting."

"I uh, she seems sincere about... trying to right some wrongs from before," he said. God damn it, she was bouncing on him, soaking him in her juices, but her voice didn't waver, no stutters or pitch changes or gasps or moans. She watched him, gaze steady, almost as if she was uninterested in what he was doing to her. But her hot, drenched insides didn't lie, each thrust forcing the squeezing flesh to massage his swollen girth.

"That... is good to hear. I worry about the Uratha and their violent tendencies."

"She also told... t-told me, and showed me... some spirits."

"Did she now? I am most definitely intrigued," she said, raising a brow as she looked at him. "I... oh." A long, warm, glowing sigh finally escaped her, and she set her free hand onto his chest, as she started to cum. Her insides, quivering, unleashed a host of spasms, tiny random convulsions of heavenly tightness around his girth. She squeezed tight, very tight, wrenching his cock and almost crushing it with the power of her depths, until he was wincing, and her juices were leaking out of her, dripping down and mixing with his cum. "Please, continue." Back to normal, back to status quo, despite the continued trembling in her pussy. God damn, how did she do that?

"She... she brought me to a sex hole, in one of the brothels in Devil's Corner." He started thrusting again, trying to keep himself from going too fast. The quick orgasm from earlier kept the next one a decent ways away, for now. "People there were being... possessed, I guess. Avery told the spirits to expose themselves, and they came out, and they were these... sex spirits. Pink, very sexual."

"I knew wonders and terrors were hiding in my city, but I did not realize an aspect of it had manifested in such an interesting way." She folded her arms under her bust, with her chain-wielding arm bending at the elbow to bring the hand to her chin, and tap on it a few more times thoughtfully. "Normally, such mysteries remain hidden to all, but these Uratha can bring secrets to the foreground."

"It was pretty... interesting." More groans sneaked into his voice, and he forced himself to slow down. And he could use a break, some fake sweat starting to bead on his body from the blush of life. "One of them... called me sexual." No need to bring up that Clara was there to see that.

The Prince laughed, loudly too, and with a long, slow, drawn out motion, slid her leg off its sister, and brought it around, up, and over to the other side of the altar, so she was facing him again. Legs spread, he shivered at the sight of her smooth slit spread open around his cock, and her alabaster skin, now ghostly blue in the lighting. She leaned forward again, set both her hands down onto the altar around his head, and buried his face between her bound breasts.

"You are a sexual creature, little Ventrue, more than most. And, so am I." She kissed his forehead, and pressed down on him with her breasts, hiding his mouth and nose between them while pinning his head to the altar. "Now, make love to your Prince, Jack. Hard."

He moaned into the softness of her bosom, and started pounding his hips upward, hard enough to have her whole body bouncing. At last, he managed to earn a proper moan out of her as he drove his hips upward, slamming them up into her, and causing her breasts and chests to shift back and forth along his face and chest, all while she smiled down at him. Much as he was able to pull some moans out of her, her expression remained unfazed, and she cooed down at him with her seductive, inviting huskiness. The bouncing caused some of her long, flowing waves of white hair to fall over her shoulders and around his face, painting the beautiful woman in pale blue, like a majestic painting, as she started to cum again.

He stopped thrusting as fast, slowing down the pace but keeping the strength of each impact, so she continued to bounce on him, and let out tiny moans through her shivering body, as she clamped down. More of her juices soaked him, leaking down his testicles, wetting his thighs, his pelvis, all while she clenched and squeezed on his cock, until it was ready to burst.

But he stopped before he came. Took everything he had to stop, but he did, and forced down the rising pleasure underneath his testicles. So close, one more thrust and he'd pop, but he wanted this to last.

"Oh, my love, resisting me, are you?" She sat up straight, and then stood up, his cock slipping out of her drenched folds, before it stood upright and pointed slightly toward him. It was hard enough the veins on it were bulging. And with her standing over him, armored boots to the blankets around the alter, a couple drops his cum, and several more of her juices, fell from her folds onto his abs.

"Trying..."

"If I had known being bound and helpless like this, truly and terribly helpless, was so arousing for you, I would have done this sooner." She knew the other times he was bound, it was games, roleplaying, nothing he couldn't break out of. This time it was different.

She reached up, brushed back her waves of hair with both hands, adjusted her skull crown, and stepped over the altar to stand beside it. And, with another playful, long sigh, she got down onto her knees beside the altar, leaned over it, took his cock into her hand, and guided it up to her breasts. Soaked in juices and cum as it was, she didn't bother with lubricant, and instead, pressed the swollen glans of his cock into the crevice of her breasts near her corset. Easing herself down, Jack groaned openly at the sensation of her breasts, so very, very tight around his girth, from how the metal skeleton fingers kept her tits compressed against each other.

He lifted his head, and stared down his body at the sight of her two breasts completely burying every inch of his cock inside her cleavage. Not a single inch of his tingling girth managed to poke out of the bed of tight, silky pressure of her bosom. And, looking at her, at the corset and its skeleton hands holding her tits, at the wrist guards and bicep guards, at the beautiful black skull crown on her head, he moaned. It only took a few gentle, loving sways of her chest back and forth, side to side along his pelvis, to cause the bubbling sparks of bliss beneath his legs to send his cum gushing up his length and into her cleavage.