My Little Ventrue Pt. 05 Ch. 08

Matt hopped back onto the bed, lube in hand, eyes wide with hopeful expectations. They got wider when she peeked over her shoulder at him, and wiggled her ass a little.

"... p-prepare me."

The giant groaned, almost growled, and got in closer, leaning over her. So big, the bed threatened to sink into the floor; she had to adjust her knees to compensate, to stay between Art's so she could continue to plant gentle kisses on his long cock in her hand. Kind of a hard position to hold.

It got even harder, when Matt set one of his titanic hands against her ass, and drooled the cool lubricant onto it with the other. It warmed instantly, and she shivered as the beast began to rub it into the rose of her tiny butt. She'd gotten much more comfortable with anal sex, and at this point, happily embraced that vampires were forever anal ready. Of course, she'd never tell Jessy how much she was starting to enjoy it, or how much Jessy was right; the Gangrel didn't need anymore ammunition to tease Tash with.

It was when Matt slid a finger into her, spread open her muscles, that she started to tremble. Practice makes perfect, and she'd gotten good at letting her muscles relax, push out sometimes too, to swallow the penetrating digit. She mewled, louder than she wanted, and looked up at Art as she quivered all the more. Each quiver, each shake of her body, made the beast in her hand clench his jaw as he stared. He wanted to skewer her before, and now he wanted to fuck her into torpor, if his eyes were any indication.

Matt removed his finger, and she frowned at him, as she looked over her shoulder.

"D-Don't... stop. Keep... keep... fingering me, there."

The huge beast nodded, gentle face adopting a sinister smile, and he pressed his finger against her small ass once again. Two fingers scooped into her, large, deep, lubricated, filling and stretching her clenching ring of muscle. And as the man sank his digits into her ass, he pressed them down toward her belly.

God. Yes. Pressure, hitting that spot, those spots! Hitting the wall of her swollen, aching depths through her insides, through that thin wall of flesh; it made her feel so dirty, so naughty, so very much not like sweet little Natasha who was shy and meek. She whimpered, body struggling to keep from collapsing as the pleasure sparks spread outward from between her legs. She wanted to keep pleasuring Art, to keep his gaze locked onto her; keep him on that edge of animal need. Her lips found his swollen cock's head, and put another kiss on it, beside it, lower and lower, suckling and licking, gently, as she put her head beside his length. The long phallus stuck up beside her head, and a thick, heavy, slow drop of his precum started to dangle from his ripe glans, down onto her shoulder beneath him.

She put her hands into the blankets between his thighs, and collapsed. Her ass stuck up in the air, back arched, chest and face to the sheets, and she trembled like a squeak toy in a dog's mouth, complete with the squeaks. Matt pressed down, and down, and down, each curl of his fingers pressing along her depths, and forcing waves of tingling bliss through her pelvis, into her thighs and up into her chest. And, as her toes curled and her feet kicked the bed a couple times, a hard clench of her empty pussy caused a squirt of her juices to shoot out toward Matt. She managed to peek beneath herself, and found the giant had gotten close enough, knees out and her between them, for her cum to soak over his hard, awaiting cock.

Cumming, from anal, from someone filling her ass with fingers. Jessy would have teased her to death. The boys did not.

"You are so beautiful, it hurts," Art said. She managed to peek up at him, between the waves of sparks forcing her feet to twist. The hunger was palpable, and another drop of his precum dripped from his glans, onto her shoulder, a long strand of the clear, viscous liquid connecting her to him.

"... M-Matt... you c-can... enter me." Blushing until she was sure her face would catch fire, she peeked at the giant from over her shoulder again. He looked ravenous as well, precum building on his glans's opening, his eyes devouring her ass, his free hand holding one of her butt cheeks while his other slowly eased out of her.

She forced herself back up onto her hands, and again, began to kiss Arturo's cock. But, she wanted to do more, to keep drawing his eyes. With shivering lips, and eyes looking up at the man before her, she eased his thick girth into her mouth, guiding it further, and further. As she gazed up at the animal, the huge beast of muscle and need, she eased his cock down her throat.

"God... damn... Tash, you..." Arturo leaned forward, and set his hands on his knees, keeping his weight on them as if he was about to fall onto her. His lips were parted, almost drooling, and his eyes stared down at her as she looked up to meet his, with his cock filling her throat. Learning how to deepthroat in her personal time had been surprisingly easy; perhaps it was a Kindred thing? She smiled with bliss at the sight of Arturo's eyes.

Keeping eye contact turned nigh impossible, as Matt began to ease his cock into her ass. She didn't need to breathe, and keeping Arturo inside her was easy enough. The problem was keeping eye contact, not letting her eyes close or roll up too far, as the giant began to slip his shaft into her quivering insides. She managed some gargled groans, but if she wanted to talk, she'd have to lift her head off of Arturo's cock. But, with her lips around the base of him, nose nudging against his pelvis, she could see the man was hypnotized by what she was doing. She doubted she was the first woman to deepthroat him, but she was probably the first one who didn't need to breathe.

"Can I turn you over, Miss Vola?" Matt said.

She smiled around Art's length. Miss Vola. The man had caught on, in ways she hadn't realized she wanted him to. She pulled her head back slowly, let Art's long shaft ease out of her, before she looked over her shoulder at Matt. The beast had half of his huge shaft inside her, and still a long way to go. Maybe he wanted to see more of her as he entered her?

"Y-Yes." She expected him to pull out so she could turn over, but instead, he reached out, and simply, flipped her. Slowly, gently, but he stayed inside her, and she shivered at the weird sensation of his half-submerged cock rubbing against her walls.

On her back, she looked up at Arturo again, and reached out with her small hands to press them against the inside of his thighs. Both men were so close, their thighs created a cage around her tiny body. And both of them were staring at her, her belly and breasts, her smooth slit and swollen clitoris, and her black hair spread out on the blanket around her.

"So beautiful," they said, in unison. Too cute, it made her chuckle. They had to have planned that.

She opened her mouth a little, licked her lips, and nodded Art's way. More than enough body language for the man to get her meaning, press down on the base of his cock, and guide the long, thick, wet member onto her lips again. Now, the natural upright pull of its angle tried to make it press to the bottom of her mouth, and all she had to do was let it run along her tongue as she tilted her head into the blankets, and let the rigid flesh enter her throat again.

Something soft slipped under her butt. A pillow. Once Matt had her pelvis tilted upward, he again began to sink his cock into her ass, and she mewled onto Art's cock as she felt the fat head of his girth push up toward her belly. Those spots; sensitive, and begging to be pressed again, sent more waves of bliss through her, making her shiver, making her squirm.

Once Matt was balls deep inside her, so deep it made her head spin, he guided her tiny legs around his enormous waist and hips, nothing but hard muscle greeting her thighs as she rested her legs upon him. Both with their knees spread and around her, both staring down at her, both being so gentle with her. Art wasn't even moving, and she knew that man was the more aggressive of the two.

She reached up to her own body with her hands, on her exposed belly, and ran her fingers up and down her skin, before tapping their legs. Touch me, please.

She melted, vanishing, turning into dust and bliss, as both men set their hands upon her. Art was balls deep inside her now, and she giggled a little, throating squeezing his cock, as she felt his balls press to her nose and forehead. It was fine, she didn't need to breathe, and the feel of his growls rumbling through his body, into his cock, and into her throat, was making her shiver. And feeling his hands cup her small breasts, his thumbs caress her nipples through her nightie, his fingers massage the small mounds of softness, more than made up for the strange position. Matt's hands too, they ran along her smooth belly, teasing her navel, her thighs, her legs inside her long socks, her dripping folds, and her swollen clitoris.

"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," Matt said.

She expected Art to tease him about his poetic words, but instead, Art ran a finger up her chest over the soft fabric, up to her throat, and lightly caressed it, the delicate skin, the distension showing where his cock filled her.

"You... really are," he said.

She smiled, butterflies filling her belly. Compliments, while on her back in a spitroast, with two very large cocks penetrating her, one of them being in her ass. She expected compliments like 'you're so sexy' and 'arg I need to fuck you now' and such, more the sort of thing you'd hear in bad porn. But, with a little guidance, and a little request here and there from her, the pace of the sex slowed down to a delicious dessert.

As Art stayed balls deep within her mouth and throat, Matt began to push against her ass, gentle strokes using only slow, deep thrusts of his hips. Art's hands massaged her body, her neck, her breasts, teasing the skin with dancing fingers, and she returned his affection with a playful tongue, lightly lapping at the thick thing filling her esophagus. Or at least, she tried to, but as Matt continued to gently, deeply fuck her butt, pillow insuring his cock hit toward her pussy again, and again, and again, his fingers also started to play with her clitoris.

Fingers caressing, gently circling and teasing her clit; the final drop of water that broke the dam. Her muscles clenched down, and her hands reached out to press against Art's knees, as she began to tremble. The man eased his cock out of her throat, and met her teary-eyed gaze, almost awestruck, as she raised her head, and looked down along her body, to Matt. A tiny squirt of her juices shot out of her, and splashed against the man's lower abdomen, her cum coating his steel abs. Another splash came as well, and this one forced her head to collapse back to the sheets as her voice broke down into whimpering mewls.

She came again, and it wasn't because of the fingers on her clitoris, at least not mostly. A wild beast was between her legs, a giant wolf man, and he was tenderly fucking her ass until she came on him, came hard enough to squirt onto him. So naughty, so... utterly... naughty.

She reached out for Matt, and made grabby hands at the air. "... p-pick me up, and... and lie down."

Matt beamed a bright smile, saluted, and reached down. Enormous hands took her small waist, and he pulled her up onto him as he lay on his back. A valley of muscle, with touches of sweat on his massive pectorals, his stomach, his arms nearly as thick as her body, and wet lines of her cum between his abs. Soon she was straddling him, staring at him, and gulping as she shivered, orgasm aftershocks still working through her and making her ass clench on his cock.

But then, she turned around, shivering again as she felt the turning of flesh inside her. Once she was straddling the beast, but now facing away from him, she motioned for Art to come closer.

"Cum... on my breasts." As she said it, she met the man's hungry gaze as best she could, but she knew she was giving him begging eyes, giving him 'please fuck me now' eyes, no matter how hard she tried to put on Antoinette's seductress eyes instead. But despite that, the hungry animal, rumbling deep in his chest, came closer, and closer, until he was kneeling upright in front of her. With her sitting on Matt's pelvis, her knees out to the side, her bare pussy dripping juices down onto his testicles, she had to look up to meet Art's gaze as he pulled up on her nightie, and gently lifted it off her body.

Now she was completely naked, only in her thigh-highs. And that, apparently, was enough to have Art almost shaking with hunger. But the man put a hand on her shoulder instead, leaned down, and kissed her.

She melted away, hands reaching out to hold onto the man's waist, and gently run her hands up and down the solid meat of his body. He kissed her more, and more, and pressed his cock into her breasts, his kneeling upright position putting his pelvis at level with her chest; he had to lean down quite a bit to reach her lips. His other hand took his cock, and began to stroke it, his hips nudging forward gently to press his wet glans against her naked, small breasts. With one hand still on her shoulder, he had the freedom to have a little fun, and slide his cock from side to side along her chest, drawing lines of moisture on her pale skin, until he stayed on one of her nipples. His large, hot glans circled it, leaking warm precum onto it as he masturbated, hand working his length while his hips gently eased him back and forth.

Matt's hands found her hips, and she reached down with both hers to hold onto them, letting go of Arturo. Another man, holding her, his fingers caressing her waist, her back, as the other man masturbated onto her breasts. If Matt had started thrusting, she'd have cum all over again, she was boiling so much. But he seemed content to let this play out, and she was thankful, because kissing Arturo while he started to masturbate faster and faster, was turning boiling into a scorching inferno.

A warm squirt of fluid earned a squeak from her, and she broke the kiss to look down at where Art was rubbing against her breast. After all the teasing she'd done to him, it was only natural he was going to cum a lot. Three squirts. Four. Five. Heavy strands of white splashed against her, up along her alabaster chest and neck, onto her collar, while much of it poured over the subtle curve of her small breast, coating it in the viscous liquid. So much of it, it ran down her petite frame and flat belly, catching onto her hips and thighs.

She met Art's gaze once more, absorbed the mix of hunger and bliss she found there, and lay back upon Matt's body. Turning her head to the side and craning it up to look at the giant, she reached up for his neck, and offered his jaw, his shoulders — arg, so massive, so hard — and his lips some gentle caresses, before she looked back to Art.

"... f-fuck me. Gently... I... I like rough, but when you go too deep, it can hurt a little."

"So don't go all the way?" Art said as he came in closer to her.

"Um, n-no, please keep... getting... as deep as you can... j-just don't thrust too hard when you do that. You c-can still go rough! Just, not when so d-deep. Ok?"

The man nodded, his smile softening as he leaned over her. "Done."

"And, right... r-right now, I... I want... gentle sex."

She almost squealed when she felt Matt let out a long, deep, rumbling growl. Was he frustrated? She turned her head again to peek up at him, and shivered all the more as she met the gentle giant's gaze. Not frustrated, just terribly aroused. Poor man had been inside her for a while, and had yet to cum.

Art got over her, set his cock on her clitoris, and rubbed against it a few times, before easing it down lower. He had to squat around the two of them to make the position work, awkward and hard on the legs she was sure, but Art didn't care. Soon her legs were hooked around his hips, pink socks up in the air, and she stared up at the man as he got onto his knees, and sank his cock into her.

On her back like this, she managed to look down her belly, along her naked breasts and cum-soaked skin, to where the man was stretching open her tiny slit. Not a hair to be found on her body, the little budding clitoris between her petite folds stood up, announcing her extreme arousal almost as well as her shivering body and whimpering moans did. Deeper, and deeper, he forced in the thick, hard girth of him, fighting for space inside her with Matt already filling her up. It made every inch tight, made every inch cause his flesh to press and rub against her spots, made every inch send shivers through her body. Eventually his cock reached her depths, and she gasped, putting her hands to his chest. Arg, so much hard muscle, and blood, and now some sweat, and she could smell wolf, beast, sex and need with every breath. Please go slow, please go slow.

As she had asked, Arturo gently eased in the last two inches of this long member, and stretched her inward with a soft pressure. She sighed bliss, relaxed her head onto Matt's chest, and let her arms roam up and over Arturo's body, his thick arms pressed into the blankets around them, and soon, onto her own body. Cum, werewolf cum, hot and thick, all over her. She ran her fingers through it, and giggled between tiny whimpers, as she remembered Antoinette riding Jack, with her enormous breasts covered in cum. Tash didn't have the breasts, but she had the cum, more than, considering how much these beasts came. And as she trailed lines through the white liquid on her nipples and subtle mounds of her breasts, both the men stared on, Matt's head raised on a pillow so he could gawk at her actions.

Both of them were staring at her, her doing lewd things, just like Antoinette had done with Jack. She could do more. Flexing her muscles and bracing her hands against where Art's were pressed into the blankets, her fingers squeezed his enormous forearms, and she pushed her hips upward, before letting gravity pull them back down.

Rumbles flowed through her, the two wolves making that purring sound that filled her with butterflies. They liked what she was doing. Managing her best determined gaze — weak and silly, but better than nothing — she picked up a proper rhythm pushing her hips up against Art, before pushing them down toward Matt, devouring and rubbing on them both a few couple inches.

It only took a few more strokes to earn a quiet sigh and groan from the gentle giant underneath her. He must have been on edge for some time, because of her. Men, eating out of her hand, like Antoinette said. She giggled, and looked up with a turned head to smile at the beast beneath her, and where his head was propped up on a pillow. And as she smiled up at him, she continued to move her ass against him, and clenched on him in time with the rhythm. Each sway caused the friction of the two cocks inside her to rub against her sensitive flesh, sending more tremors through her, but she wanted to focus on pleasuring Matt for now.

"Feel... good?" she said. The man was cumming inside her, pouring his hot fluid into her, and she could see the rapture on his face.

"God yes," he managed to say. Twitches, a few shivers, and some hard flexing of his muscles signaled each wave of his seed gushing into her.

She continued to dance on his cock, each driving upward motion of her hips causing her ass to clench tight on him, and meet Arturo's length until she'd managed to take him to the hilt, his length stretching her inward. God, that spot, deep, sensitive, but when he pressed against it like that, slow and filling. It sent the pleasure sparks tingling up and down her body again, and she collapsed onto Matt as she lost energy. She wasn't cumming yet, but was getting there.