My Little Ventrue Pt. 06 Ch. 03

"Y-Yeah, but... I still wanna." Jack slid his length out from between her breasts, and once again set his glans upon her nipples. Smiling down at her, staring at her, drinking in her gaze, his eyes slid down to watch himself as he masturbated slowly, and took the time to rub his boiling hot glans around her swollen areola. "I... I think I... think I could use some practice with you, too. With my Disciplines, I mean."

The sparks hit her immediately, skin sensitive from orgasm, and radiating pleasure all the more as her love pressed down on each nipple, taking the time to half bury the head of his cock into the softness of each breast.

"I will take that challenge, my love." Chuckling, she pressed her soaked breasts together as she buried her nipples with her white-covered hands. "Again. And this time, keep your eyes closed."

"Um, yes ma'am." With a moan, he set his hands outside her breasts again to hold them in snug against his thighs and pelvis as he hid his cock between them. "Three times? Thought you'd want me to try and stop using my vitae so much to fuel sex."

"Three is not so large a number to worry over. And tonight is special."

"It is? Why?"

"I will tell you in the future." Chuckling, she lifted a knee and nudged it against the boy's back. "Eyes closed."

With a nod, he closed them, and began to gently rock his body back and forth, fucking the very well lubricated sleeve of flesh he made of her breasts. Perfect.

She looked Natasha's way, and smiled. The girl was still dumbfounded. Why were so many so shocked by sexual expression? There were cultures in the world that had sex in public as often as they ate their meals. The absurd notion that nudity and sex had to be kept behind closed doors bothered her to no end.

Antoinette could order her student to come closer, but that would be crossing a line. If Natasha wished to explore sexual boundaries, it was something Antoinette could only encourage, not force upon her.

The order to have Jack close his eyes bolstered the girl's courage, though, and the tiny Mekhet took a couple steps closer. Now, she stood only five feet away, in front of the couch, and her eyes were locked onto Jack. He was an attractive man, to be sure, and his defined muscles and lean frame were on quite the display as he worked toward his third orgasm. Slow, controlled thrusts, that had both women admiring how his defined musculature flexed with each motion, and how delicious a sight it was when he took a moment to keep his cock balls deep within the crevice of her breasts.

The Mekhet's eyes drifted down his body, and glanced Antoinette's way a few times with skittish eyes, before they stopped on her breasts. Jack was clutching them snug to his body, and large as they were, his hands had almost disappeared into their softness. Much of his inner thighs were covered in them, and so too was the entirety of his pelvis. It made the ripples his thrusts sent into her bosom quite blatant, and Antoinette made another purposeful moan, as she looked the body's flexing body up and down. As old as Antoinette was, with a long second life that had been filled with sex of every sort, there was something still terribly arousing about the sight of a man's abs, easing back and forth, and burying his cock into her sex; or in this case, her breasts. Arousing became carnal hunger, as she looked up to his face, to find his mouth dropped and head aimed downward, pleasure etched into his closed eyes.

No longer tingling with the blissful remains of climax, she set her hands about her large, cum-soaked nipples once more. As she began to masturbate with the swollen points, gentle milking motions that squeezed from areola toward her nipples' tips, she offered Natasha another smile. The little Mekhet was fucked with aggression, heat, mass, depth, and wild abandon, nigh every night by her boyfriends, no doubt. It was a joy to show the tiny creature that sex could be much different. It could be soft, gentle, slow, and focus on a man enjoying the unique softness of a woman's body, rather than the woman being overwhelmed with pleasure by hard, ravenous men. Instead of burning heat, it could be calm, soothing, and a quiet moment between two lovers — or more — wishing to indulge in nothing more than the tender touch of each other. It was sex that could last hours.

They did not have hours before sunrise, but Jack, perhaps psychic, decided to slow down anyway, and eased his thrusting to tempered speeds. He kept himself balls deep within the crevice of her breasts, and breathed deep as he no doubt focused on the silkiness of her wet skin pressed snug around his cock and its swollen, dripping tip. He inched his knees a little further forward, causing her breasts to rise higher up on his thighs, pelvis, and against the base of his abs, as if the boy were desperate to feel the weight of them upon his body.

His hands drifted over her bosom, and found hers. Ah, he wanted to use his thighs to keep her breasts together. With eyes still closed, he mingled his fingers with her own, found her wet nipples, and offered them small pinches, pinches she had long taught him to master with correct pressure and softness. And as he massaged them, caressed and teased them with his fingertips and his cum, she milked her areola from outside his touch, working her hands around in subtle circles, as she slid her grip in toward her nipple with gentle, squeezing hands. The tingling waves of bliss built once again, and she sighed joy as a tiny quiver worked down her body and into her thighs.

She came. With another perfected, practiced moan, she smiled up at the boy's shut eyes as she felt the sparks work into her chest, and down toward her dripping sex. She kept her eyes open, but only partially, enough so she could both watch the boy continue fucking her breasts with his slow, controlled motions, and so she could watch Natasha. As she teased herself, continued to caress her her nipples, careful to keep her touch light as the sparks of bliss danced along them and into her chest through her climax, she offered a gentle grin for Natasha. A student of hers, of the Ordo Dracul, and perhaps, if the small woman was open to it, a student of sexuality.

Not that she planned to invite Natasha to her bed, but with how the tiny Mekhet was staring, frozen, entranced, it was clear to see the woman was interested in sexuality and sexual expression far more than the old Natasha would have ever admitted. To see her watching, from only five feet away, eyes locked and body almost trembling at the sight of Antoinette masturbating with her breasts, was delightful. She would have to thank Jessy, for opening her new student to new worlds.

When a wave of white began to leak out of the crevice of her breasts, and flowed up onto Antoinette's neck, Natasha quivered, and stepped in a little closer. Her eyes were locked on both Jack's lean body, and down where his glans poked out a sliver with each gentle thrust. Each time it did, a heavy gush of his white cum flooded up onto Antoinette's neck, around her collar, and down around the top curve of her breasts.

She let go of her nipples, and instead used her hands to push her breasts together tighter, earning a groan from her lover as he continued thrusting. The friction of her breasts along his length and glans, wet and tight, was more than enough to have the boy cumming more, and releasing his fluid over her body with each thrust. It pooled underneath her throat, in the dips of her collar bone and shoulders, and between her breasts, before it overflowed and spilled past her shoulders and onto the couch. Natasha leaned forward, and stared down at the mess of cum that now coated the Prince's neck and shoulders, completing the coating of white, and painting her a heavy necklace. The boy's sex drive was vast, and his ability to use his Kindred body as a conduit for it, divine.

If she was not careful, she would have him addicted, as per the stories she had described.

She nodded toward Natasha; more than enough signal for the Mekhet to run away. The little creature slipped away, Cloak of Night masking her footsteps. Only once she was back out in the hall, did she peek around to look at them again. Smiling like a child who had stolen a cookie, she offered Antoinette a small finger wave, before disappearing. No doubt on a quest to find her boyfriends and indulge. Antoinette had expected the look of embarrassment to be glued to the Mekhet's face, not be replaced with a smile of wonder, awe, and mischievousness. Miss Vola had grown quite a bit, in mere months.

Antoinette sat up. "You may open your eyes, my love."

Jack's gaze looked up to her, and she met his green, deep, overwhelming eyes with her own. "Eyes closed? Was someone spying?"

Oh my. Perhaps she had been a fool to expect he would be oblivious.

"Indeed. Natasha was walking by, and I created the opportunity for her to witness our love making. Does that offend you?"

Laughing, he shrugged. "Nah. I think you've destroyed any shyness or shame I may have had." The boy slid off the couch, and spent a moment looking down at his body and the cum that coated his length, testicles, and pelvis, before he turned to look at her. Even as his length grew flaccid, he licked his lips as his gaze devoured the sight of her torso dripping with his seed.

"My love, only when you and I perform such an act in the center of one of my banquets, for all Kindred, and Begotten and Uratha, to witness, would I consider that true." And even then, she was sure there were more barriers to destroy, if they ever desired to. Chuckling, she ran a finger down her breast, from neck to nipple, trailing through the layers of cum, before she lifted the digit.

"I uh... m-maybe... in... decades?" The boy was hypnotized, staring at how his fluid connected to her, from fingertip to nipple in a long strand. So precious, her little Ventrue.

This boy, young man, her little Ventrue, had an angry side to him? It was difficult to imagine Jack, as he stood there with his deep, green eyes staring at her topless body with hunger and wonder, could summon such depths of rage.

But she did have to ask. Later.

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~~Julias~~

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Awwww!"

Julias and Triss looked over at the other Ventrue in the bed, and both rolled their eyes. The three of them were on his bed in the bunker, and despite Julias and Jen having been thoroughly satisfied, the two Ventrue had just finished making sure Triss was satisfied, too. Probably a good idea. She'd been ready to sink her claws into the two of them, if they didn't.

Now, he was spooning against Triss, holding her close to him, one arm pressing elbow down into the bed so he could hold his head up on his palm. His other arm hugged the scary woman to his chest, and a finger gently traced lines up and down her stomach, sternum, and around each pierced nipple. He leaned in, planted a kiss on her neck, earning a quiet mewl from her, before he lifted his head, and resumed smiling down at the amazing woman.

The three of them were under the covers, too, though they only had the blanket pulled up to their hips. No need to care about getting cold or uncomfortable, especially when the sun eventually decided to rise and knock them out. You didn't feel anything in torpor, except for the most extreme disturbances. But by the time you realized you were on fire, it'd be too late to do anything about it. Hence, the safety bunker.

Jen was on her side, facing them, big smile on her face, eyes filled with wonder as she watched Julias lean down again, and kiss Triss. He used his hand to guide her chin up to him, and she smiled before their kisses met; though she kept her snake eyes open a bit, so he could see the joy in them. Happy as a clam. And the sight of her being so damn happy, such a huge change from how she was just over a year ago, filled him with joy. Felt like a fluttering in his chest.

His fingers drifted down to her crow skull necklace, and he nudged it a couple times, appreciating the weight of it. "Creepy."

"You mean badass," she said.

Jen nodded. "Very." The Ventrue slipped in a little closer until she was almost touching chest-to-chest with Triss, before she leaned in, and planted a kiss on her friend's chin. "You need the necklace on all the time?"

"Just for the one ritual. Which reminds me." Sitting up with a bounce, Triss gave Jen a slap on the butt, before she hopped off the bed and walked over to the door. Both Ventrue sat up and watched her, though as she started working a knife on her hand to split the skin, Julias turned his attention to the woman beside him.

Jennifer Denver. Four secrets down. He smiled as his eyes drifted up her body, and took a moment to admire her heavy breasts hanging underneath her chest like teardrops, as Jen was sitting while leaning forward, elbows on her knees. Raven hair to her shoulders, like Triss's, and similar height. They could be sisters. Beatrice was the sister who went to beaches and worked out a lot, got a tan, abs, tattoos, and piercings. Jen was the sister that went to balls and banquets, and made friends with the rich and fashionable.

Two sisters. Was that one of his kinks? He didn't think it was, and yet here he was, sitting next to someone who looked quite similar to his love. It was so decadent and indulgent a fantasy, he almost felt guilty.

He slid back a foot, and crawled in behind Jen.

"Oh?" She looked over her shoulder at him, and grinned a succubus grin. Yeah, she'd get along with Antoinette, if the two ever tried.

He put his legs around hers, and wrapped his arm around her torso, while the two of them watched the naked Triss paint his door frame with her blood. She wasn't small, but he was a tall man, broad, and had no trouble putting his chin on top of her head as he squeezed her close.

"You seem to adore romance," he said. Every time he kissed Triss with his 'I love you' kiss, if Jen was nearby, and she often was, she made that 'awwww' sound.

"I do." Nodding, she leaned back, and rested the back of her head against where his shoulder and collar bone met. She offered him dreamy eyes, too, though he could see they weren't for him. They were for something else. Not someone else, but, something else. "Wanna know secret number five?"

"Hit me." If he had to guess, she was going to tell him about where she picked up her love of romance, and why she found it so intoxicating, despite not wanting it for herself. First woman he'd ever known like that.

"When I was a young woman, I read a lot of romance novels. It was good escapism. But, I always found the characters terribly idiotic."

"Same," Triss said, changing from post to post of the door frame. "So I stopped reading them."

"I didn't." Nodding, Jen leaned back as she set her legs straight out on the blankets between his, and nudged her nose into his jawline. "I always found it magical, enchanting, and addicting, to read about two people falling in love. But, I never put myself into the shoes of whoever I was reading about. I don't know why, honestly, stupidity of the characters aside. I didn't want to be the princess rescued by the knight, or the college girl who discovers love with the college boy. Didn't want to be the cold business woman who finds she'd be happier in the arms of the poor guy. Didn't want to be the queen who seduces a demon, falling in love by accident."

"Some of those sound specific," Triss said, finishing up with the door.

"Yeah, I was addicted, and read a lot of those trashy books. Then I discovered erotica, and those quickly replaced most of my romance novels." With a long sigh, she pushed her back against him a bit more until he was sitting a bit straighter, and then she guided his hands off her arms, and onto her breasts. He should have expected that. "And, there was this one particular story, that turned me on so god damn fucking much."

He smiled down at the Ventrue in his arms, still with her head in the nook of his shoulder and neck. Triss crawled onto the bed, and lay on her back between Jen's legs, head resting on Jen's pelvis so she could look up at them. The smile on her lips grew to a grin, as Julias started to gently massage the heavy, soft pillows filling his hands. The three of them had spent a long while having sex and satisfying each other, and now was a good time for relaxing; Jen just happened to like having her breasts massaged, and her nipples caressed, when she relaxed. Pampered princess.

"What story?" Triss said, staring up at Jen, green snake eyes wide and waiting.

"It was about a king and queen, and a slave girl. In the story, the king and queen were a loving couple, running a nice kingdom, in a medieval world. They didn't know a slave market existed under their noses, and when they found out, they dismantled it and saved the slaves. The girl's parents were dead though, so the king and queen took her into their service. And as the story progressed, the girl, a very young woman by this point, sort of ends up in their bed." Sighing again, eyes closing as she waltzed through her memories, she reached down for Triss, and started caressing her neck and shoulders. "I was fifteen when I read that book, and it awoke my sexual appetite like an erupting volcano. Something about a loving couple with a healthy sex life, pulling in someone inexperienced into their bed, someone young and impressionable, someone like I was then? I masturbated the whole day away first time I read it."

Laughing, Triss reached up and poked the girl in one of her breasts with a claw. "Not sure Julias and I really fit that description. Or you, for that matter, slut."

Jen slapped her hand away, and set both hands flat on Triss's face, covering it. "Back then, I was an innocent flower."

"Uh huh," Triss said from underneath her new finger prison.

Julias smiled down at the woman as he continued caressing her soft skin. This was an aspect of a Kindred-on-Kindred relationship he rarely experienced. Talking about their pasts, coming to terms with who they used to be, and who they were now? It was a powerful topic for Kindred, comparing who they used to be and who they had become, a topic lost to them as they got older and their memories blurred.

He said nothing. Jen could remember her past in great detail, young as she was, and he wouldn't rob her of the opportunity to talk about it.

"I don't know why I never wanted to be the couple, to be the queen or wife or girlfriend or whatever. But when the story described the young girl, a virgin and terribly uneducated in the ways of sex, getting caressed and fondled by the king and queen, it was like a fire lit inside me." She leaned a little higher to kiss Julias on the neck, before she slid her hands off of Triss's face, and one idly plucked at some of her crocodile teeth. "I remember a scene in particular. The girl, sitting, leaned back against the queen's stomach, head between her tits. In the story the girl was really tiny, so when the king started to penetrate her, the author took the time to describe in excruciating detail every aspect of the very large man penetrating the tiny woman. And as she's slowly getting penetrated by this enormous cock, her hole stretched to the limit, the king's being super slow and gentle the whole time, while the queen's caressing her body, teasing her nipples and clit, and being very affectionate." The woman shivered in his arms, kissing his neck and jawline again as she groaned with the memory. "First time I'd ever read a romance story where I wanted to be one of the characters."

"Surprised you never found ghouls who were a couple," Triss said. "Lot of couples in Dolareido you could ghoulify, and maybe indulge that fantasy with."

"I didn't think I was strong enough for ghouls while I was a Carthian; and it took years to develop the courage to make some. And in the Circle, I figured it'd be a bit... awkward, to indulge that fantasy, with ghouls."