My Little Ventrue Pt. 05 Ch. 12

He shrugged, set his head to rest on one hand, elbow to the pillow, while his other hugged across Jen's body. Fingers found her breasts, and he began to fondle the large tit. With Triss so close, it caused Jen's nipple to rub into her own. A pleasant feeling, but Triss was thoroughly spent. No more sex for her.

But watching her boyfriend and best friend have sex, while she felt her up, was a fun time nonetheless. Laughing, Triss leaned up and in, and Julias leaned in to match her, so the two could begin kissing. Oh yes, Julias was a good kisser. Being a royal slut for a century had bestowed the man with some amazing skills, and Triss's lips were still human enough for kissing action. Doing it over Jen's face, and earning some longing sighs from the observing Ventrue, made it all the better.

Better still, when Julias started thrusting again, and Jen let out a quiet moan. Triss pulled back, set her free arm on Jen's hip, and watched as the beautiful woman enjoyed a spooning from her man.

"Julias fucked me this way, the first time."

"Thanks," she said, "for letting me try it, then. It's... relaxing."

"I know, right?" Triss's hand slid down her hip, down to the woman's smooth belly, down her beautiful mons pubis, and then between her legs. Swollen clitoris, wet, and then a little past that, where Julias's cock was spreading her tight little cunt open. "You can just lie there, let him do all the work, and take it easy. Read a book."

"I sincerely hope you're a little more focused on enjoying the sex," Julias said, "than reading a book."

Triss laughed again. She hadn't actually tried reading a book during spooning sex, but she was definitely going to, now.

Sighing the same sort of relaxed, pleasant sigh as Jen, Triss put her other elbow to the pillow, and propped her head up, same as Julias. Her other hand continued to explore between Jen's thighs, and offered some gentle strokes of her clitoris. Nothing rough, not the point of the position, or Julias's aim. If he wanted to spoon, it was to relax, too.

Triss lay there, and watched. Jen's expression was melting away, each thrust from Julias bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, but never over. It'd take forever to cum this way; just the way Julias liked it. And, it was a good opportunity to take a moment, and admire just how god damn fucking hot Jen was.

No wonder her sire did what he did. Christ, what an asshole.

Eventually, the two Ventrue started to cum. Triss leaned over Jen again, found her love's lips, and made sure to give him a proper, long, mushy romantic kiss. Catching him mid-orgasm was fun, and bombarding Jen with the disgustingly tender display of her catching his quiet moans with her lips, was even more fun.

More fun than that, was lowering herself down to Jen's neck, and kissing the exposed skin. Poor woman's mewls turned into outright moans, and she gasped all the more as Triss pressed their bodies tight, and suckled on her jugular. Hickey time.

Except, not. Failure. Triss didn't have cheeks, but enormous crocodile teeth instead. Without cheeks, she couldn't create any suction. She could, however, use her long tongue, and lick the girl up like prey.

"Eeek!" Squealing, Jen pushed against her, but she had no strength. Not like a Ventrue could beat her in a competition of might anyway, but the busty lady was too busy cumming to fight much.

Laughing, Triss continued to hug her, hug Julias, and press against them as they came.

"Ya done now, finally?" she said.

Julias sat up, stretched his arms up over his head, and returned her smile. "Yeap."

Jen rolled onto her back, and closed her eyes as she sank into Julias's fancy bed. Everything the man owned was fancy, and the juxtaposition of all the sex and sin against the antique beauty of the mansion was a huge fucking turn on. Jen knew it too, as she spread her thighs, and reached between them to coat her fingers in the white cum leaking out of her, the master of the house's cum.

She trailed his cum up her stomach, and onto her breast closer to Triss, before looking up at her with expecting, hopeful eyes. Yeah, ok, there was sinful, and then there was this. But damn, Triss did like to get naughty. She leaned down, set her lips and long tongue against Jen's breast, and slowly licked up Julias's cum. The weight and pressure of her tongue was enough for the softness of Jen's breast to mold to the wet appendage, and Triss took advantage, causing the big tit to bounce against Jen's chest a few times, up and down, up and down.

"Sunrise is in fifteen minutes," Julias said, "much as I'd like to go again."

Forever the voice of reason. Triss rolled her eyes, but nodded, and jumped out of bed. Underwear underwear, where was—ah, underneath one of the kine. She pushed over one of the men, and slid her thong out from where it was sandwiched between him and one of the girls. Still clean, thankfully.

Everyone threw their clothes on in a hurry. In the past, they might risk sleeping in the bed. The mansion was secure, and the thralls in Julias's employ would keep them safe. But, half the thralls were out of commission, sleeping on the floor, naked and covered in sex. The other half wouldn't be a match for hunters; hell, all of them wouldn't be a match for hunters. That meant the three vampires were going to sleep in Julias's secure bunker.

They might fuck there too, when they woke up.

"When's the next primogen meeting?" Jen said as she slipped on a robe. Julias preferred to put on his suit, and Triss only had her typical shit, jeans and a tank top and army boots, but Jen liked the mansion and the mansion-y lifestyle. Expensive, soft robes called Jen's name, like moth to a flame.

"Couple nights from now. I do not look forward to it." Julias finished getting his suit on, but kept the tie off. Better in his pocket, or at least more comfortable.

With the three of them wearing clothes, or at least two of them, Jen in a robe, they left the room, and headed downstairs. Stairs down and down led to the much creepier, much more secure bunker room deep underground that no one was getting into without a nuke.

"Why not?" Jen said, once they got underground, and started down the long halls of stone.

"Garry has been a pain in the ass lately. He's not happy about the Mirrden situation. This hunters problem has everyone looking for hunters, but the council, Garry, and I assume the Prince and Jacob, are trying to play two games at once. They want the hunters dealt with, and they're working to plan out the futures of the covenants at the same time. Garry and Michael, in particular, are..."

"Barking at each other like a couple Gangrels." Triss shrugged, and stepped in beside him. "I can't blame them. They're elders, and they're good at playing the long game."

"True." Jen ran one of her fingers along the old stones around them, and let her eyes drift about randomly. Such an old tunnel had an almost romantic feel to it, like something out of a story or play. "But if they don't focus on what's in front of them, it'll kill them."

"I'm with Jen on this." Nodding, Julias opened the gates and doors, digital locks and all, to his underground room. "And I'm trying to make them see that. But to the Primogen, I'm just a young punk that doesn't understand how long life can be. They want to weather the tide. Fuck, even Garry does, and I was hoping he'd be in my corner for a little more aggressive action."

Yeah, Garry defied some expectations. He was the leader of the Carthians for a reason.

Once they were through the last gate, Triss waited for Jen to pass her, before she turned around, and slit her wrist.

"Um, Beatrice?" Superman said.

"Getting better at this." With a deep sigh, she let the pain fade away, and forced out some of her thick blood onto her fingers. She reached up, and painted the frames of the door with her blood, her vitae, and her will. A moment later, the blood began to fade, but it didn't turn to ash like usual. It left behind traces of black, almost invisible against the metal.

"What's that about?" he said.

Grinning all the more, she climbed onto the bed, and lay beside the man. "Witchy stuff."

"Witchy stuff..."

"Mmhmm." She kissed him, opened her mouth wide, and pretended to bite his neck with all her extra teeth. He shuddered, and she giggled. Such a lovely feeling, knowing she could still get a thrill out of him when wanted to. "Can't share the details though."

Blood of the crow. Crows were very observant birds, knowledgeable, wise, and with a know-how other birds didn't have. According to Jacob, that translated into something real, something in the animal, something that the beast could identify. Something that the Crone could bestow. Triss didn't know if she believed in the Crone or whatever, but she believed the beast in a vampire's gut was real, and more real than most Kindred believed; crúac saw to that.

If anything came near the archway she painted, the crow skull would warn her. How exactly it'd warn her, she didn't know. Would it speak? Burn her? Start glowing? It'd have to do something impressive, because unless it could wake her during the day, it wasn't terribly useful. Jacob insisted it could, and that she'd be more than capable of dealing with the intruder, despite the overwhelming exhaustion daytime brought with it.

Hopefully, she'd never have to find out.

"Sure you don't want your suit?" Julias said, sitting up on his elbows and looking to Jen.

"I only wear the suit because I know you like it." Laughing, Jen snuggled into Triss's side, still in her robe.

The Nos nodded. "She'd be naked twenty-four-seven if she could get away with it."

"Bah, you kids. You'll change your minds when you grow up. A suit is a man's — and woman's — second skin. Clothes make the man, you know."

Triss rolled her eyes. No denying that there was something damn sexy about a suit, though.

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~~Jack~~

Waking up next to the Prince was always a thrill. No matter how many times, no matter how often, no matter what, waking up next to the deadly woman sent the beast in his gut into a panic. It only lasted a moment, as his guts came to the realization that he knew this other beast in bed with him. It knew the colossal, ancient, grand creature, and its immeasurable strength. Immeasurable patience too, considering all the shit that came at her, especially lately.

He scooted in closer to her, and watched her eyes open. He woke up with a jolt, normally, but Antoinette woke up slowly and gently. Those red eyes, god damn. And the way she smiled, sent a jolt stronger than the kick that wakes a Kindred for the night.

He got in closer, pressed himself to her, and kissed her.

"Ah, feeling bold this evening, are we?" She returned his kiss, and pulled him in close with her free arm, other trapped between her and the mattress. It was just the two of them, Ashley and Julee nowhere to be seen. So Jack was in the clear to slide in close to Antoinette, hug her, and simply let the world come to a stop.

"Can we... stay here?" he said. "Jessy's dragging me around the city to do some crap, Invictus crap. You'd think with hunters at our doorstep, we'd focus on that and only that."

"Unfortunately, my love, the world does not stop because hunters attempt to spoil it."

"It should! If we don't deal with this problem, we'll all be dead."

"Perhaps a metaphor will serve, in this instance. How familiar are you with chess, little Terry?" Her hand raised up to his head, and stroked the back of his skull. Mmm, fingers on buzzed head.

"I used to play it a lot, in high school. Decent player, I guess."

"I suppose you would consider this war we fight against the hunters to be similar to a game of chess, oui?" She leaned down, and kissed his forehead. The position forced his head into the crevice of her breasts and sternum, and he melted into it as she continued to stroke his head. This is what it must have been like, to be a puppy and melt into pets.

"Yeah, I guess I do. They're moving pieces, trying to control the board, and we're doing the same, trying to catch each other and poke holes in defenses." Sounded like a simple enough comparison.

"And while that is true, the game we play against these hunters is not of the grand scale I speak of. These hunters are a single piece on the board, and there are many others in their color. If we focus all our eyes upon that single piece, then we will surely be able to capture it, but we will leave holes in our defenses against the other pieces."

"I... I guess I am focusing a little much. Tunnel vision." It was hard not to, after what happened to him. "Who are the other pieces?"

"There is the Uratha, and the Begotten, each a single piece. There are the covenants, each a piece. And then there are forces beyond our knowledge or understanding. Spirits flirt with my borders, and test their strengths. And, as you know, there is something amiss in my city, something that threatens us all. A cliché for the ages, and yet, something very real that must be contended with."

"Nothing's a cliché when it's happening to you." Where did he hear that before?

"Too true. As for all these pieces, they are controlled by life itself, the opponent. We forever battle its whim, and if we do not control the field, defend against all the tools it may attack us with, we will be destroyed."

"Sounds stressful, trying to manage so much all the time."

She laughed. The feel of her voice, with his ear against her chest, was delightful, and he hugged her tighter as she continued to pet his head.

"It is. One of the many reasons Kindred often seek delights to alleviate their woes."

"Delights, you say?"

"Oh yes, delights." Chuckling again, she pushed against his shoulder, and slid onto him. The blanket slipped down her body, and Jack groaned as he watched her beautiful figure expose itself. She sat on him, his waist, his stomach, and smiled down at him as she reached her arms up to stretch them out. The tug of the motion on her breasts raised them, and caused them to jiggle with the subtle sway of her body.

No way she was doing that just because. She was doing that to arouse the ever living fuck out of him.

She blushed life. Yeah, definitely had a motive. He blushed life as well, and a moment later, his cock was pressing up against the crack of her bountiful ass.

"You got time?" he said. "Thought you had a Primogen meeting to prepare for."

"I have time, and the meeting is not until tomorrow night. If the worst comes, I shall tell those idiot children to wait. But it is not for some time yet, and I have done plenty to deserve time with my love."

She always called him 'her love'. Title of endearment, but also, how she felt about him. He didn't say it nearly enough.

"... I love you." It almost sounded forced and unnatural to say it like that. She didn't care. She blushed a touch red to her cheeks, and leaned down, pressing her hands to his shoulders until her lips found his.

"Merci." She gazed into his eyes, and he let himself relax into the bed as she shifted her hands onto the blankets above and around his head. As she began to gently grind her pelvis down, and rub her clitoris against his body, her heavy, enormous breasts swayed over his head.

He reached up for one, only for her to take his hands, and pin them down to the blankets, a foot over his head. Fine by him. He opened his mouth, and let her guide one of her nipples down onto his awaiting lips.

The feel of her tensing for a moment, and then relaxing against him, as he began to suckle on her, was amazing. How could such an ancient creature enjoy sex this much? Blew his mind, every time. He pushed his head up into her breast, and let the softness completely bury his face, as he sucked and licked. Her areola swelled in his mouth, half with her arousal, half because he sucked on it, drawing blood to it. And when he could tell he was getting a little too rough, he eased up on any suction, licking gently instead.

Antoinette let out several, long, heavy sighs, as she ground her body against him. She was getting wet. A small trail of damp warmth ran along his skin, above his cock where she ground herself. It used to have trim hair, but now it was perfectly smooth skin, at Antoinette's request. No rough hair to bother her, as she rubbed her clit against him.

"I hope you are keeping your Right Hands friends close," she said, smiling down at him. "After the incident, I must insist you remain safe at all times."

He nodded, let go of her breast, and moved his head over to the other. She helped, leaning her other breast into his face, so he could pamper and bathe it with his lips and tongue, same as the other.

"How does your position in the Invictus fair, my love?"

He shrugged, and managed a smile with his eyes, before resuming sucking on the most amazing thing in all of existence: breasts.

"I suppose it is a mostly stable position now, is it not? You work with your fellow Right Hands, and are one of the primary drivers of prosperity for your entire covenant." Her eyes looked up, and her shoulders came down lower, smooshing his face in the whole softness of her tit, so he couldn't see her anymore. "In one so young, it must be quite the thrill. Have you any plans on how to spend your new found wealth, or perhaps enjoy your new power?"

At last, she let go of his hands, and sat up. And to his surprise, she pulled him up to sitting as well.

"Not sure. With the money, I figured I'd get a penthouse suite, or something? But I really like it here. And... and honestly, I haven't thought about it too much, since the incident with Angela."

"And I enjoy having you here, little devil." With an exaggerated sway of her head, showing off her long, flowing white hair, she hooked her legs behind his lower back, while lifting her ass so she could sink her pussy down onto his length. Hot, squeezing, and god damn heaven. Antoinette didn't so much as moan, as she buried him to the hilt inside her clenching muscles, and got comfortable between his legs, hers now crossed behind him over his hips.

She was so much taller than him. Sitting on him, on his thighs and pelvis, it put her breasts at head height, and he melted into her chest as she guided his head back to her body.

"Do not fret, my love. As much as these hunters, and the other troubles on our doorstep, are a thorn in my side, our side, it is also true that such things will pass, if we are diligent. As long as you do not let fantasies of how to spend your wealth blind you to present circumstances, I see no fault from indulging." She started to grind herself back and forth, eyes closing, head drifting back and letting her hair dangle behind her.

Jack was just along for the ride. Course, they'd been having sex for many months now, and he was starting to get more comfortable being proactive with her. She didn't like having control taken from her, and it wasn't like he could actually take it, even if he tried. But, she did like it when he followed her lead, and slipped into the groove of her rhythm.

He started shifting his hips with hers, back and forth a couple inches. Nothing crazy, nothing to push either of them to orgasm, but euphoric nonetheless. Each motion she made, she squeezed on his cock, and forced the vise-grip of her soaked insides to massage the hard girth of his length, and its swollen tip. The pleasure sparks came in a consistent, gentle rhythm, and Jack made sure to go slow, to hold off orgasm as long as possible.

It was damn hard, as Antoinette squeezed her curvy, toned, and fucking amazing thighs around him, nice and tight. As she did, she leaned back even further, and let her head dangle behind her completely, so her hair rubbed against the blankets and his knees. Leaning back so far, her breasts were no longer reached by his lips, and instead, were put on display, jiggling and flattening against her chest for the few minutes she hung back, her hands on his shoulders. Up and down, up and down against her chest in slow waves, like a tide.