My Little Ventrue Pt. 05 Ch. 08

One of her hands took Matt's, and made it secure on her hip so she wouldn't go anywhere. The other, she guided up to her neck, and she melted onto the gentle giant's chest as Matt settled his titan grip around her throat.

"Ok, you t-two... can... fuck me. Gentle, ok?"

They both rumbled as she closed her eyes and prepared for the two beasts to pound her into a trembling mess. But, they didn't. Arturo leaned over her, his weight on his palms on the blankets as he put a kiss on her bottom lip, and began to gently thrust into her. Matt's grip on her neck stayed, and squeezed a little, but not as tight as he or Art often did. His grip was gentle, tender, and his motion under her body with his pelvis pushing upward just as gentle.

Instead of deep, rough-but-wonderful sex, she felt like she was on the ocean, in an ebb and tide of gentle, wonderful sex. Both men found a rhythm with each other, sinking themselves balls deep into her until she could feel the heads of their cocks fighting for room in her depths. Both of them, pressing against that spot so deep inside her, stretching it deeper into her until she thought she'd fade away. Her hands, with minds of their own, drifted back to her breasts, and she again began to massage them, fingers tracing along her nipples, gentle, triggering the delightful sparks along her breasts she was hungry for. And tracing Arturo's cum along her skin was heavenly.

She came again, and sighed bliss. Not a powerful, mind shattering orgasm, but something a little more controlled, a little more subdued, something she could open her eyes during, and smile up at Arturo as she clenched on his cock, as well as Matt's. The sort of orgasm she imagined Antoinette often enjoyed, a mix of pleasure, and control.

It may have been a little too much for Art. He pulled out of her, set his cock on her pelvis, and began to stroke himself as he rubbed the head into her belly. She raised her head, and blinked down at him, at the valley of muscle above her, and the grip he had on his cock, as he started to pour another wave of it onto her body again.

"I'm... going to be so st-ticky." She gulped, and stared on as the fat, swollen head of the man's cock rubbed along her already cum-soaked skin, and squirted another wave of the hot fluid onto her. And another. And another. Some of the harder squirts reached up to her breasts, and she gasped as it splashed over her fingers, getting between their knuckles. Hot, so very hot, and it smelled of sex and animal and... beast.

"Couldn't help myself," he said as he smiled down at his work. "Hope you don't mind?"

"... I... don't." She didn't, she really didn't. Memories of Antoinette's cum-covered breasts flirted with her mind, and she sighed again as she relaxed onto Matt's chest again, and rubbed his friend's cum into her breasts. So much of it, so much, and it was so warm. And, most of all, massaging her hard nipples with it was causing both wolves to rumble with primal need, her display bringing them both to attention.

But they stayed gentle with her, even as Art slipped his cock back into her soaked insides, and squirted a couple more gushes of his cum into her. These werewolves were unending waves of sexuality, life, hunger, aggression, and they came like fire hydrants. And, at her request, they were being gentle with her, as they both fucked her at the same time.

She whimpered openly, and reached out to hold onto Art's forearms again. He wouldn't mind the cum on her hands.

"... faster."

Art lowered himself closer to her, growled, the rumbling sound working through his body into her. Matt did too. So much vibration from their voices, filling her, announcing their new rhythm as they both started to fuck her. She held on, her voice fading away as Matt tightened his grip around her throat. They were both so into it, into holding her, touching her, staring at her, eating her with their eyes. The heat of them, the size of them, she was lost to it, and she shivered as they began to work together. Both in to the hilt, then one out, then the other, then both in again, like she was a cog in a clock.

Her little butt was filled with cum, and she could feel it trickle out of her, coating the giant's length as he eased a couple inches of himself in and out of her. Art had more to work with, his angle and position allowing him to draw himself back further, and bury himself into her with a little more impact. Each one would have earned a squeak, but Matt's grip on her throat stopped her. If she wanted to stop them, it'd be hard to, at this point. She was a quivering, shaking mess, and the pleasure was starting to build up again. At their mercy, as they pumped into her.

It was enough to bury her mind in waves of bliss. Sinking into pleasure, lost in the back and forth of giving over control at the last moment to these two rugged animals, so they could have their way with her.

She closed her eyes, went limp, and came. They continued, thrusting, pushing, burying. Somewhere along the line, Art lowered himself closer still; her body sandwiched between the two walls of muscle and sweat.

Did Art cum again? He probably did. She couldn't tell, drifting away on a cloud, or some silly cliche that manifested as cloudy, glowing images with blurry edges. Limp and exhausted, she managed some quiet mewls as they pumped into her, until at some point, they started to slow down. Slower, and slower, until she could at last feel their lengths soften, and no longer stretching her tiny insides to bursting.

Movement. Art picked her up, and laid her upon her bed beside Matt, before he lay beside her.

"I... I need to... get back t-to Elysium Tower b-before sunrise," she said. She did say it, right? It was hard to tell, voice soft and blending into the background noise of two werewolves breathing, and their heart beats thundering, before they too began to slow. "Um, let's... g... get a quick shower."

"... hey Tash," Art said, looking up at the ceiling, and raising a hand to trace invisible stars, "I don't want to put you between us and your job, but, you might want to talk to the Prince about this Black Blood business, with it and Jacob."

"She knows, about it, and, um, I'm sure she's d... d-doing all she can."

Matt forced himself up to sitting, nodded, and turned to look down at her. "Maybe. That Black Blood spirit is some sort of mutation, probably a Magath, and... and it's worse than we realized, if it's talking on the regular with Jacob. If it's possible, it'd save everyone a headache, and probably a lot of lives, if Antoinette could just stop the man communicating with it."

Convince Antoinette to get confrontational with Jacob, and stop him from continuing his private pursuits, directly. That was very much not a Kindred thing to do, and very much not an Antoinette and Jacob thing to do.

"I'll... I'll s-see what I can do."