My Little Ventrue Pt. 06 Ch. 03

Indulging any romance with ghouls was often a mistake. The addiction and reliance on Kindred blood wasn't the issue, it was the way it altered the mind. Ghouls loved their masters, obsessively, and that didn't always end with a devoted servant. It often did, but Julias knew of Kindred who tried to turn living romantic interests into ghouls, and it not end well. Obsession never did, and love was dangerous at the best of times, deadly at the worst. Turning two people who loved each other, into devoted ghouls to a Kindred, definitely seemed like playing with fire.

Antoinette likely kept her two ghouls as friends, and made it clear that they would forever be only that. If he had to guess, she'd probably made the mistake when she was younger, romantic attachments to ghouls, and had learned from it.

"But this," Jen said, gesturing to Triss and to Julias, "is pretty damn close." Chuckling up at him, she kissed his neck again, a smaller, playful kiss.

"I know, right?" Triss said. "Love the feel of a big dick stretching me open."

Rolling her eyes, Jen set her hands on Triss's face again. "I meant that you two love each other, and you let me get inside that. Like, letting me in on a precious little secret."

"Besides, Triss," Julias said, "you got toys a lot bigger than me." He was a big guy, well endowed and happy to be, but Triss had an appetite, and the two of them had had fun trying to fit very large things into her very tight holes. And they'd succeeded, too. Joys of being a vampire, no aches to worry about for the next day.

Jen reached up and gave him a gentle pat on the cheek, and then a not-so-gentle pat to follow. Ow. "Yes, the sex was a big part of what made the fantasy addictive when I was a teenager. Then I got older, and realized it wasn't the sex I was craving."

"You sure?" Triss, peeking through the cracks in Jen's fingers, reached down for Jen's feet by her hips, and pulled them up onto her thighs, before she idly stroked and caressed the smooth skin. "You were getting laid more than I was, when I first joined the Circle."

"Sounds like everyone in the Circle embraces hedonism," he said.

Jen laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, you could say that. Othello and I in particular."

"Mmhm." Triss sat up and turned around, sitting on her butt and pulling her knees up to her chest as she scooted in closer to sit between Jen's and his legs. "Had a bunch of times where I was trying to talk to Jen, and she was in the middle of a threesome. And Othello, couldn't find him without his dick up some kine's ass. At least Aaron keeps it in his pants."

"Ah, Julias, you should have seen it. Poor Beatrice was struggling like a child in a candy store who made a promise to their mom to not touch. You should be proud of her, resisting us."

"Power of love," he said, chuckling. "I have to admit, I've been in a lot of sexual situations since I accepted becoming a Kindred, but never in an environment like that."

Nodding, Jen stuck her feet out, and Triss took them. Foot massage, for the pampered Ventrue. "If the Prince has her way, I'm sure that time will eventually come, and everyone will lock legs no matter where they are. The banquets alone are driving us in that direction."

That was very true. Even with all the shit befalling the city lately, the Prince seemed intent on pushing her agendas, both her personal ones and her grander ones. Maybe some day the city would actually legalize public sex? Probably not without a major reform of the country at large, but there were stepping stones he was sure the Prince was working toward, to make it an eventual reality.

"I... I was in complete control, the whole time," Triss said, nodding, and staring down at Jen's feet. Obvious to see she was avoiding eye contact, and she carried guilt on her face like a flag. "Come on! Othello's new ghoul is fucking gorgeous. The dark skin, the huge tits, and that ass, fucking god. And he was fucking her, in the ass, and with her pussy on display and everything. And he was doing it night after night after night, and... yeah."

Shrugging, Julias slid his hands down underneath Jen's breasts, cupping them and letting them spill over his fingers, before his fingertips drifted around to caress the heavy, silk teardrops.

"Just meant a very horny Triss showed up at my mansion nearly every night, demanding sex. I was pretty happy with the arrangement." Nodding, his fingers slid a little higher, offering slow, teasing touches along the underside of Jen's nipples, and she moaned quietly as she pressed her back into his chest. Triss was massaging the woman's calves too, doing her best with claws anyway, and she grinned at Jen, and at Julias and what he was doing to Jen's breasts. That was half the fun, playing with his fellow Ventrue's bust in a visually appealing way, so Triss stared, hypnotized.

"Fuck you, too." Groaning, Triss switched Jen's legs, throwing him glares when she managed to pull her eyes away from Jen's bosom. The girl was such a tomboy; damn, he loved her. "I visited Damien. Apologized for feeding him some of my blood." Julias and Jen both raised eyebrows, and Triss shook her head. "Don't worry about it, it's not important. All's good. What is important though, is Maria came by, and... and I don't think she likes me."

"She doesn't like anyone," he said. "Don't take it personally."

"I don't know. I can understand universal dislike, but this felt personal. Like, she hates me because of... well, cause I got people like you." She gestured toward them before resuming her massaging. "A guy who loves me and my Nos freaky shit. A friend who wants to fuck crocodile mouth, too."

"In terms of your Nosferatu features not being too invasive," Julias said, "yeah, you have a step up on most Nosferatu. Liliana still hides out in the tunnels with Bob, and their deformities really hit hard." Bob looked like a classic Nosferatu from fiction, with the pointy ears, pale skin, bald head, fucked up sharp teeth, the works. And Lil had extra eyes covering half her face. "That said, they were both in good shape when they were embraced. I think they overestimate the impact of their features. Liliana could wear a Phantom of the Opera mask without too much trouble. And Bob probably looks fine naked; pale as fuck, but if he finds a girl — or guy — with a kink for the creepy fangs face, he's set. And he could wear a mask, too."

"And Maria, how would she deal with her deformities?" Triss said.

"She... can't." Julias shook his head, and let go of Jen's breasts. Dark, somber mood now, not the time to be fondling. He set his hands on her arms instead, thumbs stroking them as he looked at Triss. "Don't mention it to her, don't bring it up with her, don't even look at her like you might be wanting to talk to her about this. Only two people she'd be willing to talk to about this are Tash and Damien." If them at all.

The Nosferatu set Jen's leg down, and sighed. "And Lucas. And, that's part of why I'm bringing her up." Leaning in, she looked left and right, as if checking for eavesdroppers. Secure as Julias's bunker was, especially with Beatrice working her ritual magic, there was always the chance a paranormal was eavesdropping somehow. "There's more rumors going around about Maria, and that she's doing something... something."

Sighing, both Ventrue nodded, and Julias raised a brow as he glanced down at Jen.

"Yes," he said, "but I don't know what it is. People know, a lot of people by now, that she's up to something, but no one knows what. I know some people are thinking she's trying to revive Lucas, but I have no evidence. I can't act on that rumor. And besides that, have either of you known anyone who's ever been, done, or seen, or knows someone who knows someone who's done a resurrection?"

Triss lowered her head, like it'd grown heavy on her, weighed down by something. "No, and... I suppose if it was possible, Jacob would have succeeded by now."

"Succeeded?" Jen said.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't have the slightest clue what he's done with that goal, but I assume it's a goal of his. Maybe it isn't? Maybe he's given up. But if I was a fucking ancient vamp with all sorts of knowledge about the dark arts, and my white knight died? Yeah, I know I'd do whatever I could to bring him back."

He winced with her words, but nodded. It was a painful thought, being separated from Triss. As Invictus, he'd just assume she was dead and there was no fixing that; and likely would suffer the extreme depressions that came with losing the one you loved. If he was a witch in the Circle of the Crone, if he sacrificed animals and his own blood to some mysterious godly entity, if he flirted with forces beyond his understanding, then yeah, he'd pursue that outcome too.

"Minerva died decades ago," he said. "I'm going to assume Jacob has given up on that pursuit."

"Maybe." Frowning, Triss climbed over the side of Jen's legs, came around behind Julias, and hugged him from behind, sitting high on her knees so she could put her chin on his shoulder. Feeling a bit clingy with the subject matter, maybe. He was, too. "Lucas didn't die decades ago, though. I wonder what sort of shit Maria's doing, because he died so recently. She's damn old, too, and I assume she has the patience and drive of any other elder."

"Except, shit's different now," Jen said. "We have nightmare monsters in our tunnels, and a pack of werewolves. Both groups know how to do strange things. And Black Blood..." The woman shivered in his arms, before she turned around, and pushed on Julias.

Like dominoes, Triss fell back and sat on the blankets, while Julias fell onto her body, head resting between her breasts. Triss had to spread her legs wide to fit him. With a sad sigh, Jen climbed onto Julias's stomach and chest, and lay there, cheek on his chest and face toward him.

"Worried?" Julias said.

Jen nodded, and rubbed her cheek into his chest. "Very. I just want the hunters gone, and everything back to status quo. Even if the monsters and werewolves stick around, fine, we can live with that. But I want things to go back to normal otherwise. Not being able to walk the streets anymore is..."

"It's what a lot of other cities have to deal with," he said. "And we'd still be fine to do that, if it wasn't for Azamel."

"Still blaming her?" Triss said.

"... I guess I am, a little. But, then again, if I was her, and I knew there was a city that had other paranormals, in a better position than others, I'd probably go to them for help, too." He groaned and shook his head, shrugging as he looked up at Triss. "Except, I'm not that person. I'm the person that has to clean up her mess, and it's a giant mess. People are going to get killed."

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~~Eric~~

"Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me."

Eric blinked over his shoulder at the woman. In his apartment, she'd stripped, gotten under the covers with him, and was pressing her body against his back. For a second, he'd thought she was angry about something. But, nope, she was literally asking him to fuck her. Again.

"Looks like you're the big spoon here. You fuck me."

"I don't think you understand how sex works. Unless you were looking to get a strap-on up the ass." She set her chin on his shoulder, and tilted her head enough to look down at him.

"Not my thing."

"Yeah, Vincent didn't like it either."

"Oh Jessy, you didn't."

"Hey! He is my ghoul, and I can do whatever I want with my ghouls. They're always happy to oblige." Rolling her eyes, she grabbed his shoulder, and yanked him over onto his back, before sliding her body onto his and pressing her chest down onto his stomach, head hanging off onto the blankets. "I mean, I still managed to make him cum, but I got the impression he'd much prefer cumming a different way."

"Me too." He'd never understand the strange relationship between vampires and their ghouls. It was brainwashing, and clearly a form of control. But was it unwanted? Did Kindred turn the unwilling into thralls and ghouls? Probably. Did any in Dolareido? He had no idea, and he was afraid to go down that rabbit hole.

He'd yet to see a ghoul or thrall that was unhappy with their owner, and it certainly seemed like Jessy treated hers well; surprise pegging aside. Did being brainwashed mean all ghouls and thralls were automatically happy? Again, no idea. And again, a little afraid to tug at that thread.

She punched him in the leg, gently. Loved her buddy punches. "Well, if you don't want it up the butt, why you always looking to stick it up a girl's butt? We both have butts."

"You're the one asking for anal," he said.

"Yeah, cause I like it. It's awesome, and my ass is amazing. But, I mean, guys everywhere, always wanting to stick it up the pooper, but the moment you propose sticking something up their pooper, they get all grossed out and shit." She rolled over. He oofed with the less-than-gentle impact of her throwing her self onto her back, draping herself over his body, her back on his stomach and her body perpendicular to him. Like a god damn cat. "A guy can cum buckets from a good prostate massage, especially if you're sucking him off at the same time."

He wrinkled his nose. "I dunno. Just, doesn't seem like something I'd enjoy."

"Well, you're a prude." It took her a few more flops and flomps, before she finally settled on a position on his body, lying on her back on his chest, her head hanging down over his shoulder beside his.

"You think everyone's a prude."

"True." She reached over, picked up Kat from her eternal slumber on bed corner, and held her up in the air. Kat didn't care. She meowed a couple times, and Jess laughed as she dipped the cat from side to side. And as if that wasn't cute enough, Jessy started making vroom sounds, and dipped Kat further from side to side, like she was an airplane.

"... you should buy a cat." If she'd also used her feet, and put them under Kat's belly while lifting her into the air, he'd have suggested she adopt a child instead.

"I'm afraid they'll hate me, like my last cat did after I changed. Kat here is clearly brain damaged, or somehow high on catnip all the time. So this is much better." She brought Kat back down to her chest, and squeezed her, earning a meow and purr from the lazy freeloader.

"Yeah, I got lucky with her."

"And you named her Kat."

"I did."

"Were you trying to be ironic or funny?"

"I... just named her the first thing that came to my head."

"Then you clearly have an empty head." She set Kat down on the corner of the huge bed by their feet, before she rolled over, and straddled him. Naked girl, straddling his stomach. Half a second was all it took, half a second of looking at the gorgeous woman, before he felt some blood start shifting toward his dick.

Kindred could 'Blush Life', or not, and keep their arousal under control. He, on the other hand, had no such defensive mechanism against the manipulations of a beautiful woman, especially not a naked one straddling him.

She Blushed Life, bringing color to her once pale skin, and filling out her body with more of the width caused by blood flow and functioning organs. Grinning at him, heart beating steady and confident, she reached down to her sex, and started to lightly stroke her clitoris. Yeah, no defense. He was hard in seconds, cock rising and pressing against the back of her ass, fueled by werewolf vitality. It was almost unfair.

"Talk to Azamel or her goons lately?" she said. Her hand on her clit eased down further, and underneath her as she leaned forward to take his cock. But instead of pointing it up at her, she flattened it against his abs, and sat on it. Grinning down at him, she started rocking her body back and forth, rubbing her soft pussy lips against the base of his shaft, while avoiding touching the swelling head of his length.

"Just that quick visit I made with Jack, earlier tonight." Sunrise was soon, and he'd gone to bed after returning from that trip. Jessy had showed up not long after that.

"Ah yeah, he texted me the result of that." Laughing, she set both her hands onto his shoulders, and started rocking herself back and forth faster. Wet, warm juices coated in his shaft in no time. "I still think you should play all the fields. No one's forcing you to pick one group and work only with them."

"Yet. No one's forcing me yet."

"Good point."

"I'm still—" His jaw dropped as he watched the woman turn around. Straddling him reversed, she guided his cock up toward her slit, and lowered herself down onto him. He quivered for a moment as her clenching insides enveloped him, squeezing him with far more force than was legal, and he stared at the sight of her large, toned ass pressing against his pelvis and hips as she got comfortable. "I uh... still trying to... figure out the politics."

"I mean, I know they'd all prefer you only stick to one group, but they're not forcing that situation; probably afraid to, in case it makes an enemy out of you. I say fuck em, do whatever you want. S'long as you're working at Bloodlust and keeping an eye open for hunters, I'm sure I can convince the council you deserve your salary." She looked over her shoulder at him, and grinned an evil grin, when she noticed he was staring at her ass. Slap. She gave her butt a hard enough slap to make it ripple with the impact, and he groaned as he watched.

He was surprised she didn't ask for anal, considering the conversation. But, lubrication would have been required, and awesome as anal was, it didn't make for quick, spontaneous sex.

"Everyone else seems convinced the groups can't get along." He reached out, and set his hands on her ass. Fly to honey. The girl was built like a lean Colosseum gladiator, and that meant the sight of her back, the defined-yet-feminine muscles that highlighted her shoulders, was intoxicating. The slim waist against the large ass and built shoulders and spine made her hourglass figure almost ridiculous, and he gawked at the sight of it.

"Things are different this time. A lot different, with Tony, Viktor, and Lucas dead. And Jack, the little twerp, is a great at keeping everyone happy." She leaned forward toward his legs, grabbed his shins, and started rocking her body back and forth, each dip an opportunity for her to grind her hips down toward his legs, and then grind her ass toward his abs. Holy shit.

"I... guess I'll try and be friends with everyone. For now."

"Sounds good to me." Nodding some, Jessy lifted her ass up a few inches, and slammed it down onto him, hard enough it landed with an audible, quiet slap, complete with a momentary jiggle. She grinned at him over her shoulder again; damn woman knew exactly what she was doing, and what he was hypnotized by. "Everyone's cooperating with the sweepers idea. What'll you do?" Without skipping a beat, she clenched on his cock, and started dipping her hips side to side, dancing on him.

"I... I think I'll... take a visit to Avery's, I guess. Learn a thing or two about Uratha, before I"—she clenched on him, and he winced as the woman started rocking faster—"before I see about helping out. And I would like to help out, before that fucker tries to kidnap me again."

"I hope he does, so I can tear that fuckers throat out."

He smiled at the salacious beast riding him. Yeah, he didn't doubt it.

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The beeping of the heart monitor was slower. Drugs had a habit of doing that, apparently.

Eric looked over the bed, past the curtain, and out to the sunlight. His father's chest rose and fell, adjusting the blankets ever so slightly with each slow breath. Wake him up? Nah, let the man sleep. Better to let him have his rest when he got it; maybe wake him up before you leave, so as to not waste the visit.

Did he want to waste the visit? It'd make things easier, if the old man was told Eric had visited, after he'd already left. Something like 'sorry sir, he visited but didn't want to disturb you.' Nah, that wouldn't work either. His father would just get angry at him next visit for not waking him up. Then again, his father would get angry if he did wake him up, for having the nerve to do so. No winning in this situation.