My Little Ventrue Pt. 05 Ch. 21

It was no wonder, that in most cities with a strong Kindred presence, it was either the Invictus or the Lancea et Sanctum that ruled, with their obsession with rules and structure, and their many followers. The First Estate, and the Second Estate. Wherever the ancient groups had acquired those secondary names, she did not know, but they were infuriating to her. As if such archaic forms of governance could withstand the future. Idiot children.

"Clara's downstairs," Tash said. "She is... I think J-Jessy is... befriending her. M-Maybe trying to convert her to... D-D-Dolareido's ways."

Antoinette nodded, and considered. It was good if Clara found someone else to set her eyes on, though she imagined Jessy could teach Clara much about pleasure, and little about romance. Then again, if this budding relationship between her and the werewolf proved fruitful, perhaps Antoinette was wrong.

Sure enough, the werewolf came up the stairs to join them. Clara was a beautiful creature, but was not dressed to exploit such. Kine on the second floor raised their brows as they watched the woman in jeans and a t-shirt step up and walk toward her booth, undoubtedly thinking the same thing Antoinette was. How beautiful Clara would be in something more fitting. And it was not as if Clara was unfamiliar with the topic; Antoinette had seen her wear more feminine clothes before.

If Jessy was befriending her, then it would not surprise Antoinette if she was burying Clara in her typical interest: orgies. That could awaken a woman's sexual awareness quite a bit, as it had done with Natasha. But then, why the simple clothes? Guilt, perhaps? Of course, this was all conjecture, and not exactly worthy of Antoinette's spying efforts. Still, half a millennium of observation had taught the Prince many observation skills, and as the once confident woman squirmed in front of her, it was clear the werewolf felt self conscious about something.

"Clara," she said.

"Prince," she said, eyes lingering on her dress for probably a second longer than the werewolf meant to. "Uh, just wanted to tell Jack and Tash that I really appreciate what they did."

"Y-You're welcome," Natasha said, voice raising in pitch and volume. The girl did love praise for a job well done. Adorable.

"I'm glad you survived," Jack said. "You looked beat to hell."

"We all did by the end of it." Nodding, Clara watched Antoinette for a moment, and met her eyes. The werewolf was looking for something.

The Prince suppressed the urge to clutch her lover closer.

"I hope Avery recognizes the threat the hunters pose now," Antoinette said.

"Yeah, getting a monster on their side has definitely got her attention." Clara's eyes lingered for a little while longer, before she shrugged, and offered a small wave. "I'll see you at your next meeting, Jack."

And then she was gone, leaving a wake of awkwardness behind her. The kine didn't notice, the shadowed faces in their booths returning to their drinking and kissing, some fingering and fucking.

She looked down at Jack. He looked a touch mournful. From what she gathered of his past, from the things he told her, as well as Julias's insights, the boy had never been on this side of a crush. It was painful to lust for someone, to crave them, and be denied. It could be a strangely sobering and guilty experience, to be on the other end.

But she would not let such thoughts dwell in his mind for long. "My little Ventrue, I do believe I wish to make love tonight."

The boy shivered lightly, before smiling up at her, and leaning in to kiss her collar above her breast. "Oh?"

"Yes. I believe... another session in my display room. Farner Temperman's art is still set up, and I admit, such fantastical clothing and decor is fun to indulge." She kissed the boy's head, and leaned down further, so she could set a kiss upon his lips. "To dress as an evil queen, and force pleasure upon my slaves? Terribly amusing and enthralling."

"U... um..."

Ah, poor Tash, forced to hear. Antoinette looked over her shoulder, winked at her child, before resuming her kiss with her love.

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~~Jack~~

Back in Antoinette's deep labyrinth, and back in the art room, where she had said she liked to set up varying aesthetics for art... displays? Display wasn't the right word for what she'd created, a dungeon of black skulls and blue fire. The black skeletons, the dangling chains, the skull braziers of blue flame, the reaper statue, the throne, all of it reeked of macabre art, and Jack found himself staring at it all as he walked among the room. It was so damn beautiful.

He walked around the empty room, naked. The Prince had left him instructions to strip before entering, and at this point, he was under the impression she was going to make that request every time. Would she tie him up? Push on the leash? Something about being her sex slave, and utterly helpless to her whims, was a huge turn on, and he smiled to himself as he stood before the throne. She wasn't here yet.

He was in a better mood, definitely. The whole rescue mission had been a painful failure, and yet a resounding success. The duality of it was strange, and he was struggling to let it go. Angela's face, the strange way she'd almost looked happy when he was about to shoot her, was scarred into his mind and wouldn't go the fuck away. If he'd still been human, still had a heartbeat, he'd take up drinking in exactly one of those heartbeats, anything to suppress the memories, drown them, blur them.

But, Damien, Antoinette, Julias, even Jessy and Tash and the others, supported him. A recent meeting with the council showed Maria and Michael were, while unhappy with the situation, ultimately satisfied with his performance given the circumstance. No one was too happy about having to rely on Jacob and his outside aid, but the only person who'd have to pay that piper was Julias. Poor guy.

And Clara. He'd been devastated when he thought she might have been dead, but the moment he realized she would be fine, he shut right up and played it cool. Platonic. If Jessy was helping her find happiness elsewhere, than—

No, no no, no contemplating the shitty situations befalling him and everyone else. Vacation time. Don't think about any of that crap, about the Begotten or Uratha, about the hunters or Angela. Don't think about your family, Mom and your sister. Don't think about the Invictus and your position as Right Hand. For a few more days at least, don't think about it, and focus on the good things.

Jack turned around and looked at the strange pile of blankets and pillows, the ones surrounded by the black skeleton hands that jutted from the floor. The altar where Antoinette had fucked him last time was gone, and instead, the pile of blankets and pillows took their place. It was basically a giant, circular bed.

Some giggles caused him to raise his head, and look to the giant reaper statue. Two delicious-looking ballerinas stepped around it, and Jack smiled at the sight of Ashley and Julee, each girl beaming joy. They must have been fed by Antoinette recently, with how they were glowing and grinning.

While their skin glowed blue in the one-color light, each girl was wearing what looked like some very tight thigh-high socks, tight enough to lightly pinch their toned-but-thin thighs. Damn. They were striped, too, little white stripes circling them several times above the knee. No shoes, and Jack smirked at the sight of their feet in the socks on the floor. But his eyes raised, and stared, at the sight of their flexible, lithe little bodies, and the black thongs they were wearing, hugging their thin legs and pert butts tight enough to barely be visible.

They wore nothing else, and Jack licked his lips as he looked them from the feet, up their gymnasts legs, tiny waists, perky breasts, and to the collars on their necks. The same collars they had on last time, with tiny skulls of black, and a few blue jewels. From behind the collars, chains dangled, and Jack looked between them, to see the woman behind them.

Tall as ever, Antoinette stood more than a whole head above her two ghouls, both long chains in her hand. In her other hand, another chain, looped and dangling from her fingers, along with a collar. Jack's collar. She herself wore only two things: a see-through silk robe, colored black in the blue light, and the skull crown she wore the last time she was in here with him. The robe, combined with the skull crown, made it look like she was a necromancer on her day off, enjoying her kinks. Totally fine by him, he always had a thing for necromancers and vacation days. Corsets on work days, silk robes when relaxing.

The fact that the already see-through robe had no belt, and was open so it left the front of the woman's body exposed, robe spread by her breasts, sealed the image.

The three women stepped over the black skeleton hands that circled the enormous pile of blankets, and the two ghouls giggled as they threw themselves onto the softness. Plenty of slack in the chain, and the chain itself was thin and light. His though, was bigger, thicker, heavier, and Antoinette smiled a devil's smile as she curled a finger at him.

He gulped, stepped onto the pile of blankets, and joined his lover. No words needed, Antoinette gave him the large collar, and he put it on, the heavy chain now dangling off of it in front of him. The collar wasn't uncomfortable, built for comfort and control, not pain, and the heaviness of the chain was meaningless to a vampire. It dangled over his chest, and Antoinette gave it a tug, pulling him to her so she could lean down, and give him a soft kiss.

God damn she was so fucking beautiful, it was painful.

"Ashley and Julee have been neglected, I feel," she said. "And they are, perhaps, a bit jealous."

The two girls looked up from the pillows, and smiled, before Ashley began to crawl across the floor toward him. She made sure to sway her tight butt behind her as she prowled, arching her spine downward to emphasize every exaggerated motion.

"Mistress says her love could use a relaxing night," she said as she got onto her knees in front of him. "She says, we should be gentle tonight, and help you relax." Beautiful, lean creature, wearing nothing but thigh high socks and a thong, beaming up at him from her knees. God damn. Relaxing would be tough.

"I, um..." His dick sprung up, hard, pulsing with fake life, but very real arousal, and both the ghouls giggled, evidently quite happy at the reaction their bodies elicited.

Antoinette set her hands onto his shoulders, and pushed down on him, gently. The nudge guided him down onto the blankets next to Ashley, and the creature giggled joyously as she reached out to help him down onto his back. Julee came over as well, knelt beside Ashley, closer to his legs, and blushed as she nuzzled into Ashley's side.

The two girls looked up, and watched with hungry eyes as Antoinette eased her tall body down. The Daeva sat on her knees with both legs out to the same side, creating a slanted slope lap. It wasn't the first time she'd sat in such a position, and same as last time, she reached out for him, picked him up like he weighed nothing, and set his back against the slope of her thighs, so his head rested against the higher leg.

Her heavy breasts were big enough that the one his head was closer to pressed against the side of his face, despite how high the tall woman sat above him. The open robe meant there was nothing between his skin and hers, and he nudged his nose and lips into the soft weight squishing against his cheek. With a long sigh, he relaxed against her body as she began to stroke his buzzed hair with one hand, and her other hand set upon his abs to tease and caress his muscles.

Him, lying down, head on her lap, while she massaged him. They did this many times, and every time, he felt the stress in his body melt away, as her fingers did magic on his skin.

Both ghouls aww'd, and Jack glanced their way through the corner of his one uncovered eye. They were blushing and smiling, but with eyebrows raised, like they were watching the climax of a romance.

"Ashley and Julee, as I said, have been feeling neglected." The busty demoness smiled at her two pets, before she returned her gaze to him, licking a fang before she resumed stroking his head. Buzzed hair, fingers, melting. "They should be witness to our love, not just our lovemaking, perhaps a little more often than we have let them."

"I... didn't realize." Craving the sex, he could understand; the living had a habit of cumming their brains out, when Kissed during sex. But the romance? It wasn't exactly a typical romance, with a manly man sweeping a lovely woman off her feet. Not like you found many romance novels written about this sort of stuff.

But both Ashley and Julee scooted in a little closer, and smiled so bright, it was almost painful, like staring into the sun.

"Mistress doesn't tell us much," Ashley said, "because it'd be dangerous. But she tells us some, and... and that it's been hard for you." The topless ballerina slid in closer, her knees touching Antoinette's underneath his back and shoulders. Her hands reached out for him, grabbed his closer hand, and brought it onto her lap, palm up. "But you're only our age! Even younger, really."

Julee managed a small nod, and after Antoinette made a subtle gesture to her with her hand, the other ballerina crawled in between his legs. She got in close, very close, and sat on her knees as she leaned over his cock. His shaft was pointing up at forty-five degrees toward him, but once Julee slipped her hands around it, she pointed it straight up. She didn't stroke him, didn't work its length or massage it, but held it still, encompassing it in all her fingers with a gentle grip.

It was enough to earn a quiet moan from him. He was surrounded by beautiful women, and being buried in their heat and touch.

"It's—"

"It's bad!" Nodding and glaring, as if declaring her anger to the gods above, Ashley pat him on his chest, his other hand still in hers on her lap. "You know what Julee and I do all day? Whatever we want. We spend Mistress's money on fancy clothes, fancy meals, and fancy lessons for fancy hobbies from fancy trainers. Though, lately, Julee and I have been forced to rely on each other for sex, because—"

"Hey!" Julee frowned at Ashley, and Jack winced as the angry woman squeezed his dick, unaware.

Ashley stuck her tongue out Julee, before leaning in over Jack, and smiling down at him from above. "Because Mistress and her love have been getting on without us, or Kissing us before we can have some fun, too. And, I think I can be... you know, womanly, and soft and all that, and be... soothing." She giggled again, and moved her head over his chest, where she leaned in closer to Antoinette, until the ghoul's chin was touching his sternum, and her lips and nose were nudging into the Prince's other breast, where it hung like a giant teardrop over Jack's chest.

Antoinette said nothing. She continued to smile down at him, and her ghoul, and stroked his head while caressing his stomach. Jack could feel the nipple, half buried against the top half of his cheek, start to swell, though. The Prince was growing excited. That got him excited, and he flexed his cock with need, earning a squeak from the ballerina still holding it.

"But," Ashley said, "Mistress is the best at it, being soothing. Cause, I mean, these are so... soft and..." Closing her eyes, Ashley pushed her face against Antoinette's other breast, and began to kiss her nipple, capturing it in her lips.

Only inches away, a beautiful girl, was sucking on his lover's breasts. Kissing, licking, suckling, all the things he loved to do to her. The reaction from the Prince was immediate, and her eyes drifted half closed, as her nipples swelled. Her lips softened in a gentle smile, and she let out a long sigh as she leaned forward a little, and pressed her breast into Ashley's lips.

Jack groaned at how much more of the Daeva's massive breast covered his face. A slight turn of his head toward her was all it took, to guide her swollen, puffy, pink nipple into his mouth. Her alabaster skin overwhelmed his face completely, and he closed his eyes as he quietly moaned into the heavy softness.

And everything went silent, except for the sound of two mouths softly suckling and kissing Antoinette's breasts, the Prince's subtle moans, and the quiet jingle of metal chains.

Jack couldn't see anything anymore, but when Julee removed her hand, and another took its place, he recognized the longer fingers and more confident grip, Antoinette's grip. And most of all, he recognized the feel of lips kissing, then slowly enveloping his swollen glans. Not Antoinette's lips though, Julee's lips.

"Slowly," Antoinette said, "I do not wish for my love to cum yet." Her voice was smooth, husky, confident, but there was a hint, a telltale tone change, that announced her arousal. Having both of her nipples sucked was making her rock her chest back and forth slightly, nudging against Jack's side, and pushing the softness of her breast into his face.

Julee nodded — he could feel it around his cock's swollen head — and began to caress his glans with her kisses, keeping it in her mouth and easing her lips up and down the base edge of the bulbous tip. Sensitive, ripe flesh, sent a wave of pleasure sparks down his length, each and every time her hot, wet lips worked up and down the edge of his cock's head. Her tongue pressed against its underside, and licked him, in much the same way he was licking Antoinette's hard, engorged nipple. The center at first, before he swirled his tongue slowly around her the puffy flesh, and Julee did the same to him, swirling her tongue around his cock's tip, before returning to gentle strokes along its tip and underside.

Through it all, Antoinette's hand around his cock squeezed with perfect pressure, though she didn't stroke him. She wanted it to last, and as he felt his precum drip onto Julee's tongue, he knew he would, if only because Julee kept the stimulus at that perfect level of frustratingly pleasurable but not enough to push him to the edge.

"I hope I do soothe my love's soul," the Prince said. "Do I, little Ventrue?"

He nodded, smiling into the softness hiding his face.

"Bien. I may be Prince, and though people think me too far above them to notice, I have heard whispers of what some people have described me as." Her hand around his cock left him, and took the chain dangling along his chest and stomach. With a small tug, she pulled him out from under her breast, and Ashley backed away to let her pull on the leash. Jack blinked up at the Prince, and pulled his head back a bit as the Daeva leaned in. "I once heard whisper, that someone referred to me as a... cold-hearted bitch, I believe was the term."

Everyone gasped, but Jack had to do his best to hide his grin. Antoinette seemed like she was made of ice, on the surface, depending on the situation. In political matters, she was definitely cold and ruthless, and had to make equally cold and ruthless decisions from a distance when governing the city. In person, though? Especially during things like banquets? She was a teasing succubus who enjoyed drowning the city in sex. Cold-hearted bitch seemed very short sighted. But then, he was pretty biased, at this point.

And she was wearing a crown and hair ornament thing that was a giant, black, metal skull. There was that, too. Her extreme fashion, combined with her confidence, white hair, red eyes, and alabaster skin, probably painted her as some sort of ice queen to those who didn't know her.

The Prince kissed his forehead, and let the chain slack, until his weight was back on her lap, shoulders and head resting on her bare, lovely thighs. The chain hand let go, and took his cock back into her grip, to offer it slow, gentle squeezes, while her other hand, reached under her breast over his head, and guided it, the heavy mass spilling over all her fingers as she set her wet, puffy nipple against his lips. Ashley wasted no time getting back to the other breast as well, and Antoinette released a very controlled, very purposeful, and very intoxicating moan, as both Jack and Ashley started sucking on her again.