My Little Ventrue Pt. 06 Ch. 02

The water-resistant lube was working well, though, so that was a huge plus. And, much as she whined every time he penetrated her there, she'd couldn't deny how good it felt, feeling the head of his length pressing up toward her belly, as she relaxed on his chest and abs. The heat of the water against her skin, and the pressure of his cock against her insides, was lulling her into post-sex bliss, while still having sex.

Matt chuckled down at her, and looked between her, and his phone. "Avery says the vamps are going to be putting together teams of three, to sweep the city. They want one of us to join each team." Not in the tub anymore, the bigger man was doing... something. She had a hard time caring right now.

"Each?" Art said.

"It... it's... a good idea." With a quiet whimper, she hugged herself as Art continued to gently thrust up into her ass, causing some of his cum from earlier to leak and coat him. "I knew the Prince... w-wanted to... take advantage of... your abilities." She reached down, spread her thighs, and slid a couple fingers into her trembling insides. The bliss of post-orgasm sensitivity. Just touching her clitoris was almost painful, but her insides were more accepting, and hungry, for stimulus. She curled her fingers up against her aching g-spot, and looked up to Art with a tiny smile.

The man grinned down at her, reached down, and pushed on her two fingers with two of his own. She mewled, and clenched on the man's digits; it didn't stop him. He pushed in his two fingers, and with his hand on top of hers, she couldn't remove her own. And unlike her, he was a bit less gentle with fingering up against her g-spot. Waves of bliss began to pulse outward from her depths soon after.

The private bathroom the Prince was letting her use had many amenities; particularly, a door she closed before they'd begun bathing. It was far easier to feel less shame and guilt about enjoying something this lascivious, this carnal, with the door closed. No one would sneak a peek at her cumming on her boyfriend, his length in her ass balls deep, and her butt snug and molding to his steel body, as he fingered her. Matt watching her cum with his gentle eyes and warm smile was enough to melt her twice over. So carnal, being watched like this, so naughty.

Mixing business with pleasure wasn't a very good idea, but inevitable, with how horny her two boyfriends always were. It was easier to give in and enjoy the ride, rather than try and pull their minds out of the gutter.

"D-Do... you... th-think you'll... help?" she said as she shivered. Talking, mid orgasm! God, she was devolving into more of a ridiculous vampire cliché every night. The pleasure sparks erupted outward from her pussy, up into her chest and down into her thighs and legs. Trying to talk during that was difficult, but there was something empowering about it. Antoinette probably did it all the time. And it wasn't like vampires needed to breathe; the endless panting was a reflex, not required.

Art eased up on his fingers, but continued to gently push up into her ass, earning more sighs and mewls from her. "Yeah I'm sure we will. It's a good plan, as long as people know how to do recon."

Right, Arturo was Irraka. Recon and stealth were in his blood, like a Mekhet's. He didn't behave like any Mekhet she'd ever met though, and she turned her head to nuzzle her cheek into his chest.

"As long as we can get along." Matt stood in front of the mirror, and looked around at all the black marble everywhere, shaking his head at the undoubtedly expensive extravagance that was the Prince's obsession with the building material. "And honestly, Avery will want your teams to answer to us, not the other way around. Vampires are good with managing groups of people, but hunting? Legit hunting something down? That's our world." He pulled out a beard trimmer, and started on his face, getting his facial hair down from too long, to nice and short. Gruff length.

Watching a naked man, a giant one of muscle at that, trim his beard, was delightful, and relaxing. The fact his friend was currently having sex with her butt, was a strange spice, that made her melt onto Art's chest again, and again, as she felt the rising heat of pleasure begin anew; and not from her fingers. She removed them, lifted them, and started to caress her hard nipples where the water gently rocked back and forth. She was going to cum, from anal sex. God, if Jessy knew, she'd tease her for eternity.

"Matt's right. Avery's going to make sure the teams know it, which means your boss and the Invictus bosses, and probably the Carthian boss, are going to get a dose of something they won't want to hear." Art set his hands on her hips, and started rocking her back and forth in time with his thrusts.

She whimpered, and kept her cheek against his chest, getting comfy along his body of steel, as she started to cum. The head of his cock kept pressing up toward her belly, hitting her deepspot again, and again, as the thickness of him pushed up toward her pussy. Every gentle thrust was euphoric, and sent pleasure waves through her body in time with the waves gently splashing against her breasts. A tiny squirt of her juices escaped her, just a little thing, immediately lost to the water of the tub. And another, and another. Something about that deep penetration got her so hot and shaking, each tender thrust rocking the pleasure waves working down into her toes as much as it rocked the water. Slow, gentle, and so very deep inside her.

A few harder thrusts earned a loud squeak, before Art stopped, and had his turn cumming inside her. For the second time that night.

She reached out, took his wrist, and guided it to her mouth. Just a taste! Just a small taste. To have a Kiss while riding orgasm aftershocks, and give the pleasure of it to her man, as he filled her insides? Only a vampire could do that. And she moaned onto his wrist as she bit into him. He returned the moan, and she smiled around his wrist as she felt the man's cock flex with almost desperate, small thrusts, coating her insides with his cum.

Matt smiled at her, and watched her in the mirror. "Think you'll be put on a team?"

"I... I um... m-maybe?" She was one of the few ancilla in the city, and very good at the Cloak of Night, or any aspect of Obfuscate. As much as Julias and Jessy used to be her partners, the three of them often worked alone, because they were strong enough to do so. "And if... I d-do, you know they w-won't let us go on the same t... t-team." She was getting better at it, talking, as the tingly waves danced up and down her limbs, along her swollen nipples, and down her legs.

Art let go of her hips, and hugged her. She looked up to him, beamed some joy his way, and relaxed as she felt his member start to soften. Finally.

The bathroom was a large, fancy thing, and it had a drain on the floor to handle both splashes from the hot tub, and the shower above. Matt took full advantage, turning on the shower — utterly enormous shower — and reached into the tub. She was far too relaxed to stop him, and she squeaked as he took her hands into his, and lifted her up. Smiling at her, he held her up and up, her arms over her head, and her feet dangling, as he held her under the shower head with him. He leaned in, held her at eye level with him, and kissed her.

She wriggled and squirmed, and did her best to ignore the feeling of cum leaking down her thighs before being washed away in the warm water. Grinning at her, Matt set her down, and she struggled to stay standing; legs muscles were still tingling, and did not want to work.

"You're right," he said. "I guess Jack will be involved, and try and find a way for all of us to get along." Grin unending, the big guy got a loofa, soaped it up, and gave it to her.

Right, right, they were supposed to be washing. She returned his grin best as she could, and set the loofa on his body. With Art's blood in her belly, she shivered as the warmth of it mixed with her fading tingles, and she let out a long, happy sigh, as she set the loofa onto Matt's pelvis. One hand for the loofa, her other took his cock, and she shivered again as she admired the weight of it in her hand. It was such a Jessy trait, to lust after a big, strong man, who was well endowed; or as Jessy would say, big man with big dick.

She smiled as she pictured her friend with Eric. Eric was lean and strong, but he wasn't a big guy, and lacked the dumbness Jessy was normally drawn to. Hopefully he'd be good for her, before she inevitably corrupted him.

"You t-two... b-be on your best behavior! Be nice, with whoever y-you get paired with."

"We'll try," Art said, sinking into the hot tub some more. The water got filtered, to clean itself of the mess they kept making in it, thankfully. "How are things going with you? With the Prince and the sheriff."

"I uh... n-not sure what you mean." Professional question, or was he prying for secrets?

"Just wondering what it's like to have a sire who's so old, and a boss who's so old, and have both of them be the only other people in your covenant." Shrugging, Art rolled in the water, turned to face her, and set his elbows on the tub edge so he could put his chin on his forearms.

Oh. That was an easier question to answer. Kind of a 'how was your day' sort of question. It was nice to hear that from her boyfriend.

"Daniel is... quiet. He d-doesn't talk much. We try and talk sometimes, b-but it's... it's always difficult." And she doubted she was much better. Two stones trying to talk to each other. Sighing, she moved the loofa around Matt's body, mind drifting as she soaped up his legs. "Antoinette is... a dragon, and a succubus. It's w-weird. One minute she's... d-doing Ordo Dracul things, that I can't t-tell you about, but they're very scary. The next minute, she's being so... sexual, about everything."

"Is she?" Matt said, eyebrow raising. "Example?"

"I've... s-seen her... having sex with J-J-Jack... in the open."

"Must have been a sight," Art said.

"She is... s-so beautiful. And..." She held out her hands in front of her small breasts, far away enough to suggest Antoinette's size. "And they just... jiggle everywhere."

"Jealous?" the bastard in the tub said, evil grin on his face.

"... a b-bit."

Matt shook his head, and got down on his knees. "Don't be. You have the most amazing body. So petite, and your breasts are amazing. And good god, this," he set his hands on her hips, and turned her around, before he pressed his thumbs into her butt cheeks, "is the most beautiful, tight little ass to ever walk this city."

She rolled her eyes, and turned around. It didn't stop him from continuing to play with her body though, and he pulled her close into a half hug as he massaged her butt. She was still standing, so him on his knees was good for her to wash more of him, though it was hard to do, with how much he was sinking her fingers into her ass.

"You b-both are just like her. Always thinking about sex."

"Something tells me she thinks about other things too," Art said.

"True." Tash got the shampoo, and got to washing Matt's hair. Shoulder length hair was fun, and she enjoyed running her hands through it. "She... she controls the city, and tries t-to... to consider the future in all things. I've n-never known a boss to think so far ahead." The man probably had no idea how to properly take care of hair; not that she could judge much, since her hair was eternal. But his wasn't, and could do with some shampooing and conditioning.

"How far ahead?" Matt said, staying on his knees for her. No way she could wash his hair unless he stayed down.

"She's t-talked to me about... about space travel, before. What will it be like f-for Kindred, when we start colonizing space? Who knows? Will... w-will we be able to survive off the planet? We fight each other all the t-time, get in each other's way. B-But... that's not even the biggest concern. What will happen to us, if we go into space, and... and night and day are no longer things?" Nodding, she got a good lather going in Matt's hair, before she guided it back under the falling water. "She thinks about... about a lot of things, that other Kindred d-don't, b-b-but should."

Art whistled. "That is thinking ahead. I wonder if Kindred go into space, you'll just go to sleep? Or maybe, the lack of day or night will cause you to devolve into monsters, mindless, bloodthirsty, and any spaceship or station unlucky enough to have a Kindred or two in their midst will find they're now in a scifi horror story."

Both Tash and Matt looked at the evil bastard in the tub, Tash's jaw dropping.

"Th-That... I... that's horrible!" Lovely. Now her dreams of the future were nightmares.

Matt threw the loofa at him. "Asshole."

Laughing, Art ducked, before peeking his eyes up over the tub edge. "Hey, I don't know what'll happen. It's impressive she's thinking that far ahead, though. I suppose issues like these hunters are just a bump in the road for someone as old as she."

"She really five-hundred years old?" Matt said, looking up at her, eyes wide with intrigue.

Shrugging, she leaned in, and put a kiss on his nose. "It's d-d-difficult f-for elders to know. Memories can blur and fade, and... and it's hard to trust their old journals and t-tomes. But the Ordo Dracul handle the long t-torpor better than other covenants. Somehow, they... they know... ways to m-make it not so hard on the mind." While the Prince's works in Dolareido were primarily in pursuit of arcane secrets or whatnot, generally about spirits and other ephemera beings, she knew the Prince had delved into more vampire-rooted experiments in the past. And others in their order, that the Prince only rarely contacted, were far more devoted to experiments seeking to understand the strange life cycle of the vampire, she said.

"Jacob must be. Fucker kicked our asses like it was nothing." Sighing, Art slid onto his back in the tub again, and stared up at the ceiling as he hooked his hands behind his head. "Then he saved our lives, with a fucking Incarnae,"

"W-What's Incarnae mean?" she said.

"Spirits come in tiers," Matt said. "Sort of. When they get powerful enough to be... gods, basically, we call them Incarnae."

"Gods?"

"Mhmm, in the classic sense. If you went into the Hisil in certain places, you'd find grand beings so powerful and defined, you might think of them as... say, a bear god who resides in a mountain. Or maybe a god of change and destruction, who rests inside a volcano. There are larger things than Incarnae, but we've never had to deal with them, thankfully."

"And... and B-Black Blood? What is... it?"

"Something old," Art said. "Far as we can tell, it's been around for ages, centuries, longer than Jacob's been in Dolareido. It's good at hiding its nature. Doesn't let us know exactly what it's about, which makes finding its bans or banes such a pain."

Oh, oh, information! "Bans? Banes?"

"Bans are what rules a spirit has to abide," Matt said. "They're not people, they don't have souls, they're direct manifestations of things and ideas, and have to play by whatever rules their manifestation represents. A fire spirit, maybe one that's been born in a city from buildings burning down, might be unable to cross a firefighter's water hose." Shrugging, Matt held out his hand, and Art tossed him back the loofa. "And banes are the things that hurt us."

"Silver for us, and fire and sun, for you," Art said, pointing at him and then her.

"Am I a sp-spirit?" she said, tapping a soapy finger to her chin, before washing it under the falling water, and reaching for some conditioner.

"Werewolves are, partly," Matt said.

Werewolves were part spirit? That was worth noting. Nodding, she started working the conditioner into the ends of his hair.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the Begotten had banes as well," Art said.

Banes she had been looking for, though not under that word. It was difficult to learn anything about the monsters because of how unique each one was, but if the werewolves did that on a regular basis for the spirits they hunted, maybe they'd know what to do?

Her priority was dealing with the hunters. Secondary was trying to find a way to deal with Azamel and the other Begotten, if it came to that. Investigations into spirits and the other side of Dolareido weren't on her to-do list anymore; which was a little frustrating, because with Matt and Art right here, it was one of the easier things for her to learn about.

"Slut City is rubbing off on everyone," Matt said. That was random, and she raised a brow as she looked at him. "Carter says Clara's been getting visits from four rather horny ghouls."

Ah yes, Jessy had texted her about that, in good faith; but if her boyfriends knew about it already, she could talk about it. It was nice Clara was getting to have a bit of fun, with Jack being out of her reach.

"I'm... h-happy for her. It m-must suck, if she w-wants someone, but can't have them. If Jessy's ghouls can... you know, make her a little happy f-for a while, that's good," she said. The two boys looked at each other, and smirked. "W-What?"

The man in the tub laughed, and climbed out to sit on its edge, facing her. "We know Clara. Once she sinks her teeth into something, it always comes back to haunt her."

"W-What do you mean?"

Matt shrugged, and stood up again. "She seems to like Jack. It's kinda been a thing in the past, that when something interests her, she sorta keeps going after it, even much later. Even when she knows she probably shouldn't." Smiling down at her from his tower on high, the gentle giant took his heavy cock into his hand, and began to stroke it. Slow, deep strokes. Uh oh.

"Props to Jessy for trying to make Clara a full-fledged member of Slut City, but she'll swing back around to what caught her attention first. She always does." Art, watching, started to masturbate as well, full, leisurely strokes that had his girth swollen with need in moments.

They were aroused, again. She tried her pouting face, as if that might stop them; it never did. Art got up, walked over to her, and as he continued stroking his cock with one hand, he set his other on her head, and gently pushed down.

She managed a weak whimper, and complied, getting down onto her knees. Both boys started to masturbate faster, growing to full hardness, as they each pressed their exposed, swollen glans against her cheeks.

With another little whimper, she put her lips onto Matt's cock, and offered the engorged head a long kiss, engulfing the whole of its pink flesh in her lips, before pulling back, and doing the same to Art. Long, slow kisses, lips wrapping tight around the edge of the glans, before drawing back with suckling pressure to the tip. While she kept her hands on their thighs, the two boys took turns, guiding their cocks into her mouth, and her doing her best to satisfy them both, one boy rubbing his glans into her cheek while she suckled on the other.

She should have known they wouldn't be satisfied yet. And from the heat growing in her body, she wasn't either.

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Ok, enough sex for now. Not that getting on her knees and giving both of her boyfriends blowjobs hadn't been terribly arousing, and the fingering and licking they'd given her after terribly satisfying, but sex all night every night since the Prince had given her a vacation was warping her mind. Time to get back to work.

Antoinette frowned, and typed a few things on her laptop, before looking back to the strange necklace. The tiny loops of string, each holding a small, smooth rock, yanked her attention like a pile of bills due might; the necklace that had summoned the spirit of secrets. Angry Prince was not a Prince Tash wanted to interrupt, so she let the Prince sit there and write whatever it was she was writing, while Tash took a moment to update her own reports on the shared networked.