My Little Ventrue Pt. 05 Ch. 14

"Hot babysitter sexually satisfies young boy?"

"Yeap."

"Can't say I have."

"Didn't want some busty lady to introduce you to the awesomeness of sex, with a tender hand and soft tits, when you were going through puberty?"

"Oh, I did. Just, all my babysitters were ugly as balls."

She laughed, and set her elbows onto the back of the couch as she continued laughing. "Well, I'm your babysitter now, and your senior by a good forty years. And I'm a fox."

His turn to laugh. Damn this woman was brazen, bold, confident, and fun. Sheryl had been a lot of those things, but in hindsight, he wasn't sure she was ever fun.

"Get into Fiona's pants, yet?" she said.

He hesitated. Any other woman, and he'd be sure it was a trap, but this Jessy woman was different; not necessarily a good kind of different, but different. He was a one-on-one kinda guy, when in a relationship. He wasn't in one right now though, and neither was Jessy. But, that could change.

The thought of being in one with this playful tiger of a woman, was appealing though. She was fun, like Fiona, but instead of Fiona's young, girlish joyfulness, she had a mature bite to her. And she was rich, no denying the appeal in that.

"Almost. She visited me, and I had her quite satisfied, before it was my turn. Then Avery interrupted us."

"Ah, damn, nasty case of blue balls then. Jerk it out yet?"

"Heh, no," he said. Nodding, she reached down beside her hip, slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers, and grabbed his dick. "Whoa, hey!"

"Too sick for a quick jerking?"

"I... uh." What was he supposed to say to that? He felt like shit, but, as he felt his blood flow respond to her touch, it didn't make anything feel worse. "I guess. But, I'm not really feeling up to sex."

"Didn't say sex." She rolled her eyes, leaned back onto the couch, her butt on his stomach, and her closer arm with its elbow on the couch back. Her other hand continued to stroke him, her body blocking the view. He could feel it more than well enough, and he groaned a little as his girth hardened, filling her palm. "I'll get mine, later."

"Y-Yeah, ok." He could work with this. He needed to relax, clear his head, see if the grogginess and shit would fade with time. "Your ghouls?"

"Nah. You, when you're feeling better."

"Heh, thought you had a bunch of ghouls, for a regular orgy, with you as the center of attention?"

"I do. But, eh, been doing that sorta shit for decades. Sometimes it's nice to take it easy, enjoy a palette cleanser."

"Is that what I am?"

"Not sure. I can't turn you into a ghoul; don't think so, anyway. And yet, I continuously find myself wanting to fuck you. Isn't that strange?" She shrugged, stopped stroking him, and took a moment to toss aside her shirt, and then her bra. They went flying, the bra landing on Kat and her cat tower. Naturally, Kat didn't care, and looked at the bra sitting on her body, before looking back out the window. "There, some eye candy for you." Topless, she ignited something inside her, and his jaw dropped as he watched the difference manifest. Color came to her skin, and he could hear the dead heart inside her begin to pump.

Eye candy was putting it lightly. Like she said, she was a fox. As much as he loved Fiona's softer body and enormous breasts, Jessy's muscles, feminine but strong curves, plentiful breasts, and short blond hair, were all amazing. Reminded him of other fighters he met in his career. Maybe he should have hooked up with one of them, and not a spectator like Sheryl.

"It's pretty great eye candy."

"I know, right? Fuck, I am gorgeous." She put her hand on his cock again, and slid down his boxers enough so she could hold it upright and stroke it more readily. Her thick thighs blocked the view, but he could tell from her grip how familiar she was with what she was doing. Comfortable. Might as well have been his own hand, with how she found the right pressure and grip style, each stroke working the bottom of his length before working up and nudging against the base edge of his glans. He might last five minutes, watching the topless woman work her magic.

"Sure you don't—"

"Nah. Just stay there, relax. Hell, if I get into the mood, I might just masturbate and put on a show for you." She winked at him, grinning like a devil. "And I'll call Ganders, tell him you won't be coming in."

"You're being very nice. Trying to seduce me to work for the Invictus?"

"What? No, I told you to try and play the field, play all of us. Told you that cause I know, in the end, you'll work for us. Avery's too rigid, and expects you to step into line. Azamel can't provide you with anything except for protection, and she can't even protect herself, with these fucking hunters coming for her." Shrugging, she took one of her breasts into her palm, other hand still stroking him, and gently massaged the soft weight of her tit. Big enough to fill her palm, even overflow it slightly, it had Eric's eyes hypnotized as she bounced it with a couple fingers, purposefully showing off its natural size.

He groaned as he watched, and shivered as he felt his precum wet his glans. The growing warmth of cum pooling underneath his testicles, getting ready to erupt, caused his length and glans to grow more and more sensitive. Pleasure sparks grew, and grew, until it went into his core, causing his abs to flex underneath the woman's ass.

She smirked at him. She knew he was going to cum, and make a mess on the very, very expensive couch; she didn't seem to care. Her grip shifted higher, squeezing the more sensitive top half of his cock, as one of her fingers reached up to cover the hole of his glans. And as the first gush of his hot cum squirted from him, she gently blocked its flow, so it flowed back down onto his cock, and her fingers.

"Don't worry about the couch. The help will make sure it's clean."

"N-Not sure I... like the idea of... of a maid in my apartment."

"Heh, you will." She continued to stroke him, far more gently, but consistently, milking another wave of his cum from him, and another. Soon his own fluids coated every inch of his hard, veined girth, and she massaged it into his skin with her soaked fingers. It was hard to not groan louder, as his cock grew sensitive, and she continued to stroke it with slow, firm grip, sliding fingers along his skin with his cum. "If I'm going to be over here on the regular, making a mess with you, you'll be a problem. I'm a vamp, I leave no traces behind. But you? I'll be coating this place in your jizz, and that'll definitely get stinky. Poor Kat." She glanced back over her shoulder at Kat. Lazy animal was content to stare at the window from her cat tower, looking down over the huge city of lights. Probably felt like a queen.

"This... going to be a regular thing?" he managed to say between more quiet groans, as she pulled another wave of his cum, and another. God fucking damn, she milked him, squeezing him at the base and working it for a few strokes, before sliding her soaked grip higher, to draw out another few drops of his cum.

"Definitely. You're the kind of asshole I like. Fiona likes assholes too, like Damien, but he's a different kind of asshole, doesn't do much for me. You though, I like." She smiled at him, and blushed.

It was the first time he'd ever seen her blush. Stripping in a night club? No blush. Fondling another girl while riding him, in public? No blush. Admits she likes him, blushes. It was so god damn endearing, he couldn't help but smile.

She started stroking him again.

"Oh..." He let out a long breath, and fell back, relaxed onto the couch.

"Tash tells me a little of her exploits with her two boyfriends. You guys can go two, three times easy. Sometimes four. Least I can do is jack you off a second time." Laughing, she used his cum to gently massage the sensitive, exposed skin of his glans, making sure to use a soft but consistent grip along the base edge. Girl knew how to please him better than he did. "I asked her if her boys had ever fucked her while transformed."

"Transformed?"

"You know, that big form you guys got, Gauru I think it's called? The big, huge, scary war form."

"I can't imagine that's safe." He melted into the couch, and struggled to keep his exhausted eyes on the topless woman. The subtle back and forth sway of her torso, with her up and down hand movement, made her far too hypnotic to not stare at. And her free hand reached down to his chest, where she caressed his muscle, his collar, and soon the front of his shoulders. He could fall asleep, right now, if she wasn't also sitting on his abdomen.

"Probably not. But, fuck me if the idea isn't really, really hot."

"You into wolves?"

"I'm into the idea of a nine-foot-tall werewolf monster thing, with enormous hands fighting to tear off my clothes, and a giant dick rearranging my insides." She stopped blushing. Talk of very, very kinky sex was as normal to her as breathing was to him.

"Are... you asking me to do that?"

"Just putting that out there. I wouldn't say no if you tried." Chuckling, she looked down at her stroking hand, and took some time to work the base of his shaft, squeezing harder on the tougher part of his cock, and spurring some heat to build between his thighs. "Well, except for, you know, the begging and pleading 'please no, it won't fit, oh please don't hurt me, oh god you're splitting me apart' sort of stuff. If you hear any of that, pay no mind. It just means you're doing good. Oh!" He eyes lit up, and her smile grew; he could almost see the fantasizing in her eyes. "Especially if I try and get away, and I'm all shaky with orgasms, and dripping cum everywhere and stuff? And I'm begging for a break? Arg, pin me down and just have your way way with me." Nodding to herself, eyes drifting upward, she licked her fangs again, and shivered.

This girl, was insane.

"I... I could really hurt you, you know."

"I'm a vampire, dumbass. I'll be fine. Besides, you won't hurt me, not in any way I won't like, I mean. You like me too much."

As if to prove her point, she started to stroke his whole length, and quickly. Lubrication made it easy, and her firm, consistent grip, made sure each stroke sent a powerful wave of bliss and pleasure sparks into his thighs and core. A few seconds later, the tingling of heat underneath his testicles announced itself. A few seconds more, and a gush of his cum squirted into her palm. She shifted her grip higher to encompass the whole of his swollen glans with her grip, and used his cum to keep her touch dripping hot and heavenly.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, as he melted into the couch.

Laughing, she stroked him for a little while longer, and squeezed out a few more drops of his cum, before she let go at last. "Look at this." She showed him her hand, fingers spreading and pressing together. "Tash was right, you guys cum buckets." Strands of white, thick globs of it, coated her palm, her fingers, and a few drops dripped down her wrist. That was a lot, far more than he would cum in the past.

"You talk about that sort of stuff with your friend?"

"Girls talk about everything. Hell, Tash and I have a system. If we go too long without talking to each other, we know something's wrong." She shrugged, and got up. He breathed a sigh of relief; nice to not have her sitting on his gut, no matter how amazing the sight was. "If we were gonna go again, I'd give you a proper show, and masturbate with this hand, get your cum inside me." Winking, she played with his cum in her hand again, pressing her fingers together and making a fist, before she walked to the kitchen. "I'll clean you up. You, relax."

"Yeah... ok." And he was. The rippling bliss of orgasm aftershocks continued up and down his cock, and he looked down at the cum-soaked phallus, before letting his head fall to the couch arm again. Exhausted for two reasons, now. "Were you always this sexually aggressive?"

"Nah." Whatever she was doing, she opened a few cupboards and drawers until she found what she was looking for, and got the water running. "Aggressive, yes, but not sexually. It took a few years as Kindred, before it really sank in."

"What sank in?"

"Just how fucking hot we vamps are, and I was a dumbass for not indulging."

He coughed on a laugh, before his body relaxed into the couch again. "How so?"

She returned, a wet rag in hand, and she sat down on his gut once again. He shuddered for a second, as a hot sensation covered his flaccid cock, and then, sliding texture. She was cleaning him, and still topless. If he stared at her too long, he'd get hard again; his new sex drive was proving to be insane, almost as much as the woman sitting on him.

"Well, as you can see, I'm a fox. Getting down to this low body fat percentage, as you know, is brutal. But as a vamp, all the issues with being super lean are gone. No more chronic hunger, or being cold all the time, or energy issues, or mood swings. I get to keep this amazing fitness model body, without any of the downsides."

"That is pretty great." Women did a number on their bodies, getting as lean as Jessy, for things like bikini bodybuilding competitions. Not healthy, or fun. He'd had it rough too, staying lean for his career, for photoshoots, but not as hard as a woman for sure; and his new body made it easy.

"Yeah, I cut down as part of my grooming. Hated it, but Michael assured me it wouldn't be a problem after the embrace. He was right." She took some time on his testicles, wiping them clean, and grinned at him as she did. "There's a lot of other things too. Can't get pregnant, or diseases, so no reason to ever use a condom."

"I have to admit, cumming inside you is wonderful."

"Damn straight." Once done, she aimed the rag, and threw it into the kitchen from her seat on his belly. Based on the sound of impact, and the smile on her face, she'd landed it in the sink. "Sexual endurance is another big plus. Gimme a meal and I'm insta-horny. Let me blush life and I can cum until I've soaked you. And I haven't taken a shit in fifty years, so, this ass is one hundred percent for quality anal and nothing but, at this point."

He raised a brow, and looked at the ass currently sitting on his abs. A very large, toned ass.

"I know, right?" she said, and gave her ass-in-jeans a good slap, hard enough to make her breasts jiggle for a moment. Woman knew exactly what she was doing. "But, you know, that's all kind of secondary to the biggest change."

"What's that?"

"The overwhelming majority of Kindred don't fucking care. Fuck everyone, fuck no one, Kindred just don't fucking care. Got a high sex drive? Have an orgy with a dozen kine. Got no sex drive? No one will bat an eyelash if you never fuck a soul. Whether you're a prude or a slut, no one fucking cares anymore, and I god damn love that. Do whatever the fuck makes you happy." Sighing, relaxing, she leaned back on the couch, and put both elbows onto the couch back. Still topless meant her breasts were on display, but he was sure that was half the reason she was sitting like that, to give him a treat. The other half was, she genuinely didn't seem to give a shit.

He really liked that. Sheryl liked to pose, and be sexy too, but the moment things winded down, she'd cover herself up. Terrified to ever be seen without make up. Terrified to ever let out a fart. Jessy, she'd probably fart right on him, if vamps did that.

"I suppose," she said, "I should tell you the other reason I'm here."

Ah shit. "Really would prefer... you didn't spoil... the mood." He struggled to find a little venom or bite to put in his words, but he was too exhausted. Despite what was turning into a pleasant evening, he still had trouble seeing straight, and every part of him felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. He would never get up from this expensive couch unless he had to.

"It's important. Last night, only a bit before sunrise, Jack sent me a message. Another ritual has been found."

"The weird one with the symbols and picture?"

"Yeah. Except this time it wasn't Jack's face. It was yours."

He forced his head up, and stared at the woman. Zero tact, off like a bandaid. He could appreciate that, usually, but knowing a bunch of psychopaths had his face, a little easing in would have been better.

"My face."

"Yeah. Jack thinks it's a connection with Azamel."

"Azamel? I talked to her once! I—" The memory slammed into him, and tore through his eyes until he shut them. Fuck. Fuck fuck. "The... in the dream... I was being chased by some sort of monster. And, and it said... Jeremiah wanted me."

"Fuck, that doesn't sound like a regular dream." She slipped off his stomach, and got dressed. "Try and get some more sleep, maybe sleep off some of whatever's been done to you. I'll watch over you for a few hours."

"... done to me?"

"Uratha who's wrecked like he's been binge drinking, had a dream where a monster says Jeremiah's looking for you? Yeah, I'm guessing something's been done to you." Shrugging, she reached down, yanked his boxers back up over his bits, and reached out for his hand. Of course, she didn't bother to wait for him to brace himself, and instead yanked him up onto his feet with all the grace of an ox. "Come on, up and at 'em."

Dizzy as fuck, his weight fell onto Jessy, arm hooked around her shoulders. But she handled his weight easily, and guided him to his bedroom. Kat followed, offering a few concerned meows, and rubbing against their legs as Jessy dragged him.

"It... it was a dream. It meant nothing."

"Wish I could agree, but see all the scary shit out there I have, and you start being a little more open minded about ridiculous shit. Describe the monster."

"The monster? It—" His voice caught in his throat for a moment as Jessy lifted him, and threw him onto the bed, borderline literally. "It was... at least twelve feet tall, dark skin like leather, and... and four arms, and four wings."

"That sounds... pretty rad, actually."

Rad. Good god, the woman really was from an older time.

"It had a tail, and glowing red eyes, and... it's a blur. I think... think I can remember its face. Mostly human, except for... sharp teeth... and horns."

"Sounds like some sort of dragon. Well, leathery skin? Oh, a human-looking face you said. Maybe some sort of really big demon or gargoyle thing," she said. He could tell she was saying these things with an air of sarcasm, but at the same time, her eyes fell a bit after she said them. Fun to joke, but not so fun when those were genuine possibilities. Christ, his new life was fucked up.

"It did have claws, and talons." He remembered those all too well.

"I'll give Fiona a text, see if it sounds familiar to her."

He tried to sit up, but his body might as well have been upside down. The strength to move was there, but every attempt to use it made his brain disagree, like some sort of extreme vertigo that was convincing him he was heavier than he was.

"Think it was a Begotten?"

"Could be, right?" She shrugged, pulled out her phone, and got texting. "You were asleep, and those monsters can fuck with your dreams."

"But Jeremiah is hunting Azamel, and vampires, and werewolves too, if he's after me. Is he working with a Begotten?"

"Could be. I'm not coming to any conclusions yet. I'll get Jack and Damien involved, and we'll evaluate."

It'd be damn weird, if those hunter psychos were working with a monster. Weird was normal at this point, though, so maybe it was a good idea to consider that. Either way.

With Jessy's help, he got under the sheets. On his back, he stared up at the ceiling, and looked over at the vampire woman.

"Wake me in a few hours?"

"That's the plan."

"What'll you do?"

"Figured I'd watch some TV in your living room."

"I—" Kat hopped up onto the bed, nudged against him, and found her usual spot beside the pillow. "I don't know how I feel about that."