My Little Ventrue Pt. 06 Ch. 02

They'd been on vacation all this time, so, there wasn't much to update. Still, any information was useful, and the Prince's network was secure times a thousand.

== Possible weakness for Begotten: banes. Banes appear to be something everything has. Spirits, werewolves, vampires. If ghosts are real, it's likely they also have banes; silver or iron or salt, or something related to their previous life. There may be a way to gleam a bane from this recurring thread. ==

It was a sad little entry, almost not worth writing.

"Vola," the Prince said. "How was your time away from your assignment?"

"It was n-nice! Spent a lot of time with the boys, and I l-learned a thing or t-t-two about the wolves. I m-mentioned the sweeps idea to them. They agreed with it, b-but they're worried it'll... um..."

"Cause tension." Sighing, Antoinette leaned back in her chair, picked up a tablet, and pulled her hair over her shoulder with her other hand to begin combing it. "It seems so absurd, when looked at from a distance, does it not? Why would there be tension between us and them. But, such things are difficult to understand or predict, with nuance and details hidden until such situations are created. And the devil is, unfortunately, in the details."

"I d-don't understand."

With a nod and smile, she set the tablet down. There was a picture of Dolareido on it, a blueprint. She'd been analyzing the city. "It is easy to describe how people act and react, behave and respond, and easy for someone such as I to attempt to manipulate the output of their interactions. But any entity with a soul will render such predictions inaccurate at the best of times, opposite at the worst. Sentience defies prediction in the strangest ways. For all my expectations that people will behave reasonably, mixing people with people, is mixing oil and fire."

"I... I still d-don't understand."

Laughing, the Prince smiled at her. She could be patient, when she wanted to be. It was good for Tash then, that teaching her philosophies about life, was something she enjoyed taking her time with.

"Even two logical people can be driven to anger, and blows, when situations filled with nuance and uncertainty arise. It is forever a goal of mine to lead and control, and I am forever usurped by this unpredictability. I fear that, if Avery agrees to sending one of her pack with each of our teams, that there will be tension, as said. The absurdity is that I cannot prevent it, no matter what I do, because people are... people. I cannot predict them perfectly, only mitigate their random impulses."

It sounded like she had a desire to control the human condition. Understandable. She probably wanted to control everything, and knowing that having Uratha with the Kindred would lead to arguments, arguments she undoubtedly considered stupid, grated on her.

"W-What do we d-d-do about it?"

"I am afraid there is little to be done beyond what I already do, except manage the fallout. Or rather, Jack will attempt to manage the fallout."

"Is Jack d-doing better? He... he must feel horrible, about letting Angela live."

Nodding, she got up, and started to pace around the experiments room. "He does. I wonder if his rise in ability is due to a natural skill, skill of his bloodline, or because he is forever thrust into such extreme circumstances."

"P-Probably both. Julias was always better than other Ventrue. But, horrible things didn't... d-didn't fall on his lap every month or so." Comparatively speaking, Julias and Tash had had quiet second lives. Or at least, that was true of her. Julias did have fifty years of his second life before Tash had been embraced, fifty years she wasn't too familiar with. "Was... was Julias involved much... during the Purge? Or b-before?"

"The Purge was my doing, along with some help from the Carthians. Avery's last visit, I do not believe Julias was involved much, except perhaps to observe Viktor's aggression with them. With Azamel though, I believe he had multiple dealings with the old monster. But, her violence erupted on her environment rather than others, and Viktor was the primary wall between her and the Invictus, regardless."

Right, Viktor. Always Viktor.

"I wonder... s-sometimes. About J-Jack, I mean."

"Oh?"

"He's b-been through so much, and now this hatred toward Angela... it's scary."

"Hatred?"

"I—" Oh! Oh shit! Oh no no no, Jack had said to not mention it to the Prince. Recover! "He... he's mentioned that the whole t-torture... thing... and that it's bothering him, and—"

Wham! Antoinette slammed her hand down on the table, hard enough to make their laptops, and the various priceless artifacts on the table, jump. If Tash was still alive, it'd have stopped her heart dead. The glare alone from the Prince was enough to borderline disintegrate her.

"I warn you, Vola, that while in matters of the city, of the Ordo Dracul, and anything you could consider official, I am a consummate professional. In matters of my love, I am a violent aggressor who will do anything to defend him." She leaned in, set her elbows on the table, and glared at her. "You do not hide your feelings well. Something is amiss, something to do with my little Ventrue, and seeing that you are not Invictus, you have no reason to not tell me. Speak. Now."

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. This is what happens when you spend days doing nothing but fucking, fucking, fucking, and more fucking! Completely lost of her sense of professional control.

"He... he t-told me not to... to tell you. That... that he... w-w-w-would eventually..."

"How long ago was this?"

"Um, uh... when w-we found the first ritual."

"Almost four weeks ago, and he has not mentioned this thing to me." Frowning at her like she was going to tear her in half, Antoinette leaned in closer still. "The look in your eyes says this is important, Miss Vola, and after what Angela did to my love, I will have you tell me." Tash wanted to back up, but she was paralyzed. Antoinette looked angry, really angry, like, ready to hurt her angry. Daeva obsession screamed in her eyes. "The boy is too young to know what is best for him. I know better. Tell me."

Did she really, though? It was hard to tell if Antoinette was being hyper possessive like Daeva often were, or simply being wise and efficient, at that moment.

But, Antoinette deserved to know, if only because of how much she'd done for Natasha already.

"... J-Jack's... angry, with Angela."

"Are not we all?"

"Y-Yeah, b-b-b-but... he's... he's uh... really angry. Like... like... not natural anger. He's... it's... b-bad, he says. Like, b-b-b-blinding... murderous... rage... B-But, I think he's exaggerating... a little."

The fury in the woman's face broke, and her eyes softened. She leaned back, let out a long, slow sigh, and began using both hands to comb her hair down her chest.

"Jack is like you in a way, Natasha. Despite his best efforts, he wears his emotions and thoughts in his eyes. He does it differently than you; for him, it is a display of his soul, breaking through in his gaze, genuine honesty tearing its way to the surface. It is one of the reasons I love him." A snarl cut across her lips, and she glared down at the table. "Something has been bothering him, and I was waiting for him to tell me. I... am frustrated with myself, for being unable to wait and let him come to me on his own, and for being so direct with you, demanding you answer me. I apologize, Vola."

"It's... it's ok. You w-were just concerned."

"I did not respect his privacy."

"Um, it's not like y-you're... digging through his phone, looking for conversations with women you s-s-suspect him to be... cheating with."

Nodding, she sighed, and looked up at the ceiling. "I suspect, if this anger issue is as he believes, then I would not be surprised if he turned his eyes toward a potential cause. Introspective to a fault, that boy. Ventrue are prone to arrogance and pride, but anger? Jack has never struck me as the angry sort; a bit cynical and bitter, but only enough to add flavor, like dark chocolate, supposedly." She made a tiny shrug. No doubt the Prince had no idea what dark chocolate tasted like. "Julias has an edge to him, a quality, where I could see him unleashing his anger if circumstance demanded it. But... Viktor had a dark side. That monster used his fury as a weapon, like how Gangrel use the rush of the beast, or how Nosferatu use fear."

"Yeah, Mister Hon—Viktor, w-was... a monster." She shivered at the man's memory. Having him for a boss had been horrible. One wrong word and he was liable to stare you down, or cut you down.

"I can imagine those thoughts weigh heavily on my love's mind."

"About Viktor? You... think he's... afraid of... d-d-doing the things... Viktor did?"

"Do you not see traits in your sire and in yourself, you do not agree with? That, perhaps, you wish to break free of?"

"... yes." Definitely. She definitely wanted to break free of some the sheriff's mold she was growing into. She didn't want to die alone, lonely. She didn't want to be a stone that no one could talk to. She enjoyed privacy, solitude, and quiet, but Daniel took it too far.

"There are traits I witnessed within Tony, that I... confess, haunt me. It is easy to become obsessive, as I just demonstrated to you, about Jack."

"It's... ok."

Shaking her head, she leaned in toward her, and offered what Tash could only assume was an apologetic smile. "Thank you for telling me. I will... see what I can do, about Jack. To imagine the boy with anger, to the degree you describe. That is worth considering."

"It w-was... eating him up inside."

Oh no, the smile was destroyed again. Antoinette lowered her gaze, reached out to pick up the necklace again, the necklace that had summoned the secrets spirit, and sighed.

"It seems many Kindred have something eating them up inside, in these dark days."

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~~Beatrice~~

They went back to Julias's place, washed off the blood, and put their proper clothes back on. But, that was stupid. All of them had a buzz going, something tingling up and down their skin, something that made them feel special and powerful and fucking badass.

They grabbed the first servant Julias had, and drained him dry. Triss and Jen smooshed their bodies against him, buried him in boobs, and Kissed him. Before he passed out, Julias got a quick taste too. The joys of owning a mansion, lots of money, thralls for servants, and being able to do whatever the fuck they wanted.

Now, they had two buzzes going. Some blood in the belly, and the knowledge they'd fucking sacrificed a chicken in their depraved, witchy witch ritual. That went double for her. The others, they didn't know what it felt like to have Crúac flowing through the veins, filling the mind. It was scary, strange, overwhelming, to have the beast so close to the surface, to have its roar and purr in the ears, as something inhuman reached across from where-the-fuck-ever to work its magic. Her magic? The Crone? Something was out there, something that existed, something that spoke to the beast in Beatrice's gut, communicated, worked with, and used, to create the insanity of Crúac.

Christ that was so fucking awesome.

The three of them started the walk down into the bunker where they'd been sleeping most nights.

"Think Jacob minds us sleeping in the enemy's basement every night?" Triss said.

Jen shrugged. "Maybe a little? Fuck him."

"Hey now, the Invictus aren't your enemy." Superman rolled his eyes as he walked behind them, until they got to the next gate, which he opened for them, before they passed through first.

"Don't ruin my 'sleeping with the enemy' fantasy." With a big grin, she looked over her shoulder at her lover, before coming up behind Jen, and hugging her. Of course, she made sure her hands landed on the girl's breasts, and she squeezed them through Jen's shirt, massaging and kneading; no way she could judge Jack anymore, cause big tits were addicting to play with.

"Instead, you could think of it as, girl seduces billionaire?" He opened the final gate, and motioned toward the bed.

Jen chuckled and shook her head as she moved forward with Triss. "Bah, you're a millionaire, not a billionaire. It's just not the same if there isn't a few more zeroes on the number."

Laughing, Triss pushed Jen onto the bed, and crawled onto her. Straddling her helpless victim, Triss reached down, and started undoing the buttons of Jen's shirt. Julias whistled at the sight, and she laughed at him, winked at him, and returned to her work. Tonight was a good night, and she was going to have some fun. Fun at Jen's expense, of course.

"Superman, get the lube!"

"Yes ma'am." Chuckling, the big Ventrue stepped around the grand bed, and fetched her box of toys. Read her mind, knowing she'd want more than just lube. He set it on the bed, started to undress, and sat on the edge of the mattress, watching. His patience and desire to see Triss do her thing was such a fucking turn on.

"I—"

Shaking her head, Triss put a finger and claw on Jen's lips. "You've been taking charge a lot in the bed these days. Tonight, I'm in charge. I'm the queen, and you'll do what the queen says."

Jen blinked up at her, before laughing and nodding. "Yes ma'am."

Julias laughed at the mirrored affirmation, and tossed aside his clothes. Well damn, he sure got naked quick. Lying on his back, the man turned on his side, elbow to the bed so he could prop his head up on a fist, and casually began to stroke his cock.

Damn, her man, masturbating, watching her. The fire lit up inside her in seconds, and she shivered as she started working faster. It was hard to look at Jen though, when Julias was right there, big, broad, strong Julias, hand around his dick, his confident smile on display, and his eyes looking right at her. She had to look at him, and Jen, and her mind struggled to focus; if she didn't, she might stab her friend with her claws by accident, trying to unbutton her shirt.

Buttons undone, Jen helped her toss the shirt, and Triss sighed with joy at the sight of her naked torso. No bra despite the large breasts, because the damn woman was a slut. A very, very attractive slut, that had Triss staring at how her large breasts flattened and pulled to the sides of her chest with their natural weight.

Groaning as she felt heat build up between her thighs, she put her weight onto her knees on the bed, and pulled up on Jen's arms, to slide her along the sheets. The woman chuckled, but otherwise did not move, as Triss edged her up further on the bed until her head found a pillow, and Jen was lying next to Julias on her back.

Triss threw off her tank top with no fan fair, and sighed bliss as Jen's hands reached up, and caressed her torso. From neck, to shoulder, down across her breasts and hard, pierced nipples, down her abs, and down her waist. Jeans blocked Jen's fingers from finding more, and Triss kept it that way, inching down along the bed, and kneeling between Jen's knees.

"You know," Triss said, as she started undoing the button and fly of Jen's suit skirt, "maybe we should find Jacob a girl?"

Julias raised a brow. "He's not over Minerva."

"That was a long time ago. Besides, there ain't nothing good pussy can't fix." Nodding like she had found the secret to infinite wisdom, she yanked off Jen's skirt, and licked her crocodile teeth with her long tongue at the sight of Jen's lingerie. But, off with that too, no time to dawdle. Well, there was time, Triss just didn't want to wait any longer.

"You're sounding more and more like Jessy," Julias said.

"Am I? Think I've said three words to do her my whole second life." Shrugging, Triss tossed Jen's panties away onto the floor, and got onto her knees between Jen's, before scooting down the bed, so she could get onto her elbows and stomach. Jen's delicious thighs, toned, but not as hard as Triss's, smooth skin and lightly tanned. So delicious. Triss offered the soft skin some kisses, as she slowly eased her head down closer toward Jen's equally smooth pussy.

"I think," Jen said, "that Triss is right, and the man could use a woman in his life. Some—" The Ventrue gasped, and let out a long, sultry moan, as Triss set her lips onto her slit. Triss may not have had cheeks, with crocodile teeth there instead, but she still had a normal mouth with normal lips in the front. And, she had a really, really long tongue. "Someone to soothe his aches, and—fuuuuuck..." Jen lifted her head, and stared at her, as Triss forced her tongue a couple inches into the woman's clenching cunt. "Someone to... do shit like this for him. A blowjob could do the man some good."

Triss nodded, lips still on Jen's slit, and as her long tongue fought against her friend's squeezing insides, she made sure to bury and suckle on the girl's clit. Jen may not have been the absolute horndog Triss was, but she was still a sensitive creature who aroused easily. A few licks, and the woman's insides began to grow wet, juices joining Triss's lips and tongue.

"I admit, blowjobs can do wonders for a man's disposition." Julias scooted in closer, pressed his body to Jen's, leaned over her, and began to caress her breasts. Head still propped up by his other hand, the man was clear to watch and admire how the woman's huge tits molded to both his hand, but her chest as well, the weight and natural softness of them causing them to flatten slightly.

"I seem to be the center of attention," Jen said.

The bigger Ventrue nodded, and winked at Triss, before he leaned in, and kissed Jen's neck. Oh, those were good kisses, he was good at those. Jen, predictably, melted in moments, and craned her head to the side, exposing more of her neck, as the man placed gentle little kisses up and down its length, from jaw to shoulder. Triss smiled around Jen's slit, watching her man at work, and continued to force her tongue into the woman's pussy. They'd only just started, so it wasn't like Triss was going to push for an orgasm yet; she kept the depth shallow, a couple inches, enough to press up against the woman's g-spot, while her top lip buried and massaged her clit. The tongue was long enough that it came up in waves, and some of it reached high enough to rub against the woman's swollen clit, while penetrating her at the same time.

Once Jen was panting and squirming, getting more into it, warmed and ready, Triss sat up, and smiled down at the sight of Julias working his magic. He knew how to place every kiss with purpose, and his hand caressing Jen's tits knew to explore, to roam, to run along their undersides, before teasing around her areola, until her nipples were swollen as fuck. Only when the nipples were puffed up and begging to be touched, did Superman begin to caress those as well, fingers offering gentle pinches between deep massages.

Triss grinned at the sight of Jen's cunt clenching, leaking, begging, as Julias's expert touch got her boiling. The bastard did love to do that, get a girl's body just screaming for it, before he got to fucking. And Triss had just done that too, so, poor Jen was boiling twice over. Good.

Triss reached for the box, opened it up, and got digging. "Talk to Aaron or Othello lately, Jen?"

"No, other than them telling me they won't be coming to tonight's ritual." Jen tried to sit up, but Julias didn't let her. The man rode Triss's wavelength without her having to explain a thing, so awesome.

"I wonder if they'll notice how much you two have changed," Julias said.

Triss raised a brow. "Oh?" Aha, lube. She set the bottle by Jen's legs, and went back to digging. Different kinds of lube, different kinds of jewelry, different kinds of toys. She had some giant dildos, the big ones, a bit rough to fit but fun. Not what she was looking for right now though. Right now she wanted something more practical for the position she had in mind.