My Little Ventrue Pt. 06 Ch. 06

Michael's phone rang. "Hello? ... you serious? Hold on." He covered the receiver, and looked to Maria and Julias. "Jessy's in the lobby, says some of the dogs want to get a peek at what's going on down here."

Maria, growling like an angry badger, lowered her eyes to her tablet. "Why?"

"Jess says they want to know what sort of weaponry we have. A show of good faith."

Julias groaned, not too far off from Maria's noise. "What could they possibly gain by knowing what weapons we have?"

The big guy shrugged. "Probably want to confirm, make sure we're not bluffing."

It was just an armament room, meant for standard loadouts. Of all the things Kindred were capable of, of all the things the Invictus were capable of, this was hardly the most dangerous stuff. Secrets capable of toppling massive corporations, experimental weapon designs that incorporated Kindred abilities, potential plans for hostile and non-hostile takeovers of various parts of Dolareido, and many of Xnomina's illegal activities, were found in different places in the building's data centers. Then again, knowing Uratha, they didn't have a hacker, or anyone who understood tech. The damn wolves understood violence, and only violence.

That was better than the Begotten understanding nothing but fear, he supposed.

"Let them in," he said. It was a power play, Avery proving that she could get her way when she wanted, because they needed her. She was right.

Michael nodded. "Jessy, let them in. Keep an eye on them... What? Why is he here? Fuck. Fine."

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~~Eric~~

The city waited to one side of him, the forest on the other. He sat upon a shore of pebbles of a small river, the same river where a monster had leapt from to attack him. Good enough reason to get away from the river, but instead, he sat there, and waited. It wasn't safe there. The monster might come again. Or not, if Fiona was right, and the strange barriers they burrowed through to reach him were damaged and uncrossable in his area. But, when he was dreaming, was he still in that area, where his body was, in a bed? Was his mind, or soul, actually outside of his body, drifting around and pushing against the boundaries of their world?

He didn't think so, before. In the past, he assumed dreams were just neurological hallucinations. Now, he was half convinced dreams were out-of-body experiences, reaching across... something, to somewhere, somehow.

He howled at the moon, as any wolf did. If the monster came for him, this time he would be ready for battle. This time he'd summon the gift given to him, and bite into the creature of nightmares, until it was no more. Clara had hurt it, in its nightmare. Maybe he could hurt it here, in his dream.

I need to be able to dream without worry of nightmare invasions, right?

Indeed.

Oh, it's you again. You vanished when a monster infiltrated my mind, my dreams. Left me to die.

I didn't leave you. I will never leave my children. I was blocked by that monstrosity of the human mind.

Children?

Your understanding of the world is so small, Eric Tanverson. If only you knew about the places, the worlds beyond, the things between, the eyes and teeth waiting for anything that dares to step beyond their boundaries. The steps I take to keep it all from collapsing, this Fallen World that struggles to exist... it is not important, not to you. But know that you are one of the Forsaken, Eric, as are your brothers and sisters. Do your duty, and keep balance between the Shadow and the Material.

You didn't answer my question, and you only add more. Forsaken?

Do your duty, Eric, child. Your predecessors broke the world, and you inherit the sins of your ancestors. And when the fury, or pain, or oceans of misery overwhelm you, remember: breathe. Center yourself, and bathe in its strength. I have gifted you power, and you are to use it. Or don't, and be lost to its madness.

He snarled as he started to pace the river, looking down at the reflection of the moon upon its small waves. The moon was talking to him, and he was demanding the moon answer his questions. Pretty fucked up.

And if I want to use that power for whatever the fuck I want?

There will be consequences. But it is up to you, what you do with the power of the spirit I have placed within you. Be warned though, if you continue to resist my orders, if you continue to avoid the duty of the Forsaken, I will strip you of many things. The spirit of the wolf will remain, and so too the hunger for violence and flesh, but there will be no more words from me. Cahalith no more, you will be.

And... if I want to use that power, to have strange sex with a real hot, fun vampire?

If a moon could laugh, it must have sounded like what filled his ears, and his dream. The wind spun around, the clouds whipped away, the river quivered, and the forest beside him twisted. The birds squawked and chirped, and the city beyond went silent, so the forest could make its sounds.

Be careful, Eric.

Yeah, I know. When I'm in that form, the urge to fight and feast is overwhelming, but channeling that into sex with Jessy is—

Be careful, Eric. This forest of metal and concrete will become a fissure, and things beyond reckoning will crawl up from the depths, clawing at the cracks opened for them. If that comes to pass, no words will be able to describe the hell wrought.

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Yeah, his dreams were weird. He was talking to some sort of alien entity, except it was in his head, and their back and forth wasn't words so much as intersecting thoughts. Forsaken? Children? The Fallen World? The fuck was any of that?

Groaning, he reached over for Kat, and stroked her around the ears. Purring like a motor in seconds.

"Kat, don't ever... get crazy on me, would you? I can only handle so much crazy right now."

More purrs. If there was one thing he could trust in his life to be consistent, reliable, and loving, it was Kat.

As the sun started to set, he stepped into the shower. Another night at Bloodlust, another night wondering what the fuck he was doing with his life.

That kid, Jack. His mom was in the same hospital as Eric's dad. Unlike his dad, she'd been put there for legit reasons. It almost made him feel embarrassed to visit his old man, when other people were dying in there because of real problems. Getting stabbed an absurd amount of times? A real problem. Refusing to take care of yourself and giving up on life? Not a real problem.

Christ, he needed to let this go. Course, doing that would be difficult while he put in the money to keep the old man alive.

He turned on the shower, took a breath, and let the hot water wash over him. No matter how many reassurances he was given that thralls were watching this building like a hawk, with snipers and multiple levels of digital surveillance, it was hard to feel completely comfortable. His territory was safe, but only relative to other places in Dolareido. Maybe he should find a hole in the ground to sleep in? Jessy said some Kindred did that, found random places to dig in and bunker down for the day.

Don't do that. You don't have any practice in that sort of shit. You're a city boy, through and through. A forest of metal and concrete, right? More like a jungle.

Groaning louder, he set both palms to the wall, and let the water flow over his naked body. Jessy didn't fuck him last night. First night in a while he didn't have an orgasm. Honestly, he'd been happy for the break. Learning about the kid's family had yanked the sex mood out of him, anyway.

Knocks at the apartment door. He stood up straight, but rolled his eyes as the door opened, hinges giving away how quickly, and how far; it was Jessy.

"Yo Eric!" she called out. "Ah, shower. Awesome." And in to the massive bathroom she came, no hesitation, no warning.

It made him smile.

"Hey."

"So, I'm heading out to do another sweep of North Side with Hella and Jonah. And I want you to come with."

"Figured you might ask that." Time to see how this relationship was going to work, when her vampire life started to affect his. "Why should I do that?"

"Oh, hardball? I get it." Winking at him, she threw off her blouse, and Blushed Life as she took off her bra with all the grace of a bulldozer.

"Uh, not looking to trade work favors for sex favors." God damn it, she knew his weakness. Not that it was a secret, that men had a second brain, one in their dick, and this brazen woman was going to delight in exploiting how stupid that second brain was. Lemming off a cliff.

"Not trading. This is gamesmanship." She tossed aside her suit pants and underwear along with her socks, so she was completely naked. The abs, the large breasts, the curvy and muscular legs, tiny waist, the extreme hourglass figure of an athlete meets model, it was too much. And while some guys didn't like muscle on their girls, to him, she looked fucking amazing.

Winking at him, she got down onto her knees, in front of him. His second brain kicked into overdrive immediately, pulling all blood out of his first brain, and moving it into his penis instead. God damn it.

"Gamesmanship?"

"Yeap. It's like bribing, except less blatant. Besides, you think I don't enjoy this?" As the water flattened her beautiful, short blonde hair to her head, she smiled up at him as she set one hand on his thigh, and wrapped his cock in the other. "The look on a man's face when a girl goes out of her way to give him a blowjob? It's like I can see Christmas morning in your eyes."

"Yeah, it's definitely a gift I can't imagine a guy ever getting sick of." He let out a long, slow sigh, as the deadly vampire set her lips onto the swollen head of his length. Ten seconds and he was hard. "You're ruining your make up."

"Meh. I'll touch up before we leave." She slid her lips further along his glans, and as she started to work her kiss back and forth along the base edge of the bulbous shape, she worked his length with her hand, squeezing and massaging. He wasn't going to last long, at this rate.

"Still think I'm leaving?"

"Mhmm," she said, still sucking him off.

"Seriously though, you're asking me to risk my life hunting down—"

"Hunting down some fuckers who want to kill you, too." Pulling off of him, she leaned down underneath his cock, and set it along her face so her lips found where his testicles connected to it. Letting the weight of it press on her face, her other hand still holding it, she gave it a long, slow lick, drawing paths with her tongue, before she started to kiss and suckle the underside of his cock's head. Ok, maybe she did want this to last a little longer than two minutes, if she was going to start teasing him.

"That is true, I suppose."

"Besides, this is networking. You gotta at least know what that is."

"How is this going to be networking?" He struggled to keep the groans out of his voice. But, god damn, she was an expert. As she stroked him, grip snug and firm at the base of his length, her lips engulfed the whole of his glans again, and her sucking kiss worked back and forth along the sensitive, swollen skin. The sparks were already starting to build.

"Cause I'm taking you to Xnomina. You'll meet some of the other Kindred, and get to know them. Make some friends, even." Nodding with the infinite wisdom of her words, she slid her face under his shaft again, kissing and licking his engorged glans from underneath. With hot water pouring over his body, flowing down over his chest and abs, the splashes hit her and his cock, but the heavy drops of his precum were thick enough he could see them. Thick, almost clear, and heavy, oozing from his ripe glans and down onto her lips.

When she slid her lips back over his cock, spreading his precum around the dark, aching head of his length, the heat began to build between his legs, matching the hot water of the shower.

A moment later, he was cumming into her mouth.

"Ach! Ugh, gross." Rolling her eyes, she laughed as she leaned back, let his cum fall out of her mouth, and spread across her chest and breasts, before she started sucking on his cock again. This time, she stayed to the side, keeping the tip aimed at her cheek so the streaks of white fluid ran down over her jaw and neck in the hot water, as she suckled on his glans. "Should tell me when you're going to cum."

"Sorry. Kind of distracted by the babe who waltzed into my bathroom and decided to give me a random blowjob, at—" His eyes rolled up for a moment, and he struggled to keep down a groan, as a wave of sparkling bliss rolled up and down his length. She was so damn good, milking him with her grip, as she suckled and licked on his swollen tip.

"Well, I can't swallow werewolf cum, or anyone's cum for that matter! Can't digest it. At least with a vamp's, it fades to dust before it comes an issue." She didn't stop pleasuring him as she spoke, and he shivered as she kept his cock snug to her lips so each word was said into the sensitive skin, lip movement included. "K, there, satisfied?" She stood up with a bounce, pushed him back so his back was to the wall, and she stepped under the falling water. With an obvious, manipulative smile on display, she ran her fingers down her neck where water hit her, helping wash his cum off her skin.

"I, uh, could go again."

"Bet you could. Christ, being a werewolf agrees with you, horny as fuck all time." Even as she said it, she cupped both of her breasts in her palms, and bounced them, hard nipples pointed at him. "But, you should finish up."

"I'd like to, but a rather hot woman is in my shower, showing off her huge rack."

Laughing, she leaned in, and set a quick kiss on his lips, pressing her breasts into his chest until they were squished. Soft, large, with the firmness of muscle behind them. "All vamps are fucking beautiful and sexy, aren't we? We only embrace the gorgeous. You must feel spoiled rotten." She set her lips onto his neck, and let her fangs come out just enough so she could pierce his skin a little. And as she did, she wrapped her hand around his cock again; still hard.

"H-Hey, gonna suck my blood? Thought we were heading out."

"Just a quick nip. Payment, for the blowjob and the handjob."

"I—" Nope, couldn't talk. Hell, he could barely stand, when she sank her fangs into his neck, and started to jack him off with a good, fast, firm rhythm any man with a history of self-loving was familiar with. A perfect rhythm, to work toward a quick orgasm.

"You taste so fucking good." She groaned onto his neck as she stroked him, pressing her body into him at the same time, making a blatant show of rubbing her breasts into his body. Nipples that could cut glass.

He wanted to say something, but the feel of the Kiss relaxing his muscles, sending pulsing pleasure through his being, and exciting his nerve endings so his member flexed in her hand, was overwhelming. He set his hands on her hips, and did his best to stay standing, as she brought out a record speed second orgasm. And to make things even harder for him, she made sure to press his cock's tip along her skin, her thigh and hip, and rubbed it against her abs. Painting her own skin with his cum, and making sure his orgasm sent waves of pleasure through him as she rubbed the swollen, dark skin against her own.

"Ok, two down. Should be enough payment for a bit of blood, right?" Panting, smiling, she stepped back, and grinned an evil grin as she lowered her hands to her stomach, and traced her fingers through his cum as the water washed it away.

"Y-Yeah, sure. I... fuck, I'm gonna need some food before we leave."

"So you are coming!"

"Fuck, I guess I am." Shit. Shit shit. He was weak, controlled by sex like a typical man. God damn it. But, he didn't really disagree with her original proposition either.

He shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and started drying himself. She watched. For a moment, he felt like a slab of meat on a plate, like the one he was about to fix himself; a sexy slab of meat at that. That look in her eye, a hungry look, was almost enough to get him hard again, and he was sure if he walked up to her, and started to touch her, he would be. Two orgasms and a cup of blood gone, and a part of him wanted to pin her down and do things to her. This was insane.

And she knew it. No hiding that his new body came with an appetite, an insatiable one.

He threw the towel at her. "I can see you're horny too, you know."

"I know, right? Always been that way. Just a touch, and my skin lights on fire. And after a Kiss? Wet and ready to fuck." Winking at him, she put on a very blatant pose, sticking one smooth, toned leg out, and ran the towel up and down its curves. "And I look more fucking amazing the hornier I get."

"Yeap, you definitely do." He should be walking back to his room to put on some clothes, but there was something too sexy about watching a woman dry herself off, especially when she was blatantly aroused. Her nipples were top hats. "You don't want... some help with that?"

"No time. If you're gonna get me off, I'd want to go for a good while." She shrugged her shoulders back a few times, and like magic, stopped Blushing Life. Her nipples flattened to her large breasts, her already small waist sucked in a little more, and her skin, beige with life, turned a few shades whiter. Her cheeks sunk in, just a little, and her nipples and lips turned a few shades darker.

Still fucking gorgeous, but the animal in him could tell she was now, officially, a walking, talking corpse.

"Wish I could turn off my arousal with a finger snap."

"And I'm glad you can't. If you could, I couldn't do this." She started drying her breasts, and she made sure to bounce each of them, several times, so the softness of them rippled with impact against the towel. Naturally, he stared, blinking, eyes locked to the sight. "Girl's gotta use what she can to get ahead."

"... you sound like a city girl trying to sleep her way into Hollywood."

"Ha! I know, right?" Shrugging, she threw the towel back at him, and slid into her socks and pants. Without skipping a beat, she walked up to his mirror, pulled a kit of makeup out of the drawer, and got to work. "Just fixing up a bit. Hurry up, eat something."

He laughed. He didn't know she put her makeup kit in there. Sneak moving into his place.

"Yes ma'am." He watched her for a little while longer. Beautiful woman, touching up her makeup in his mirror? The fact she was wearing suit pants around her large, curvy butt and thick, powerful legs, while standing there topless with her breasts hanging underneath her while she leaned forward, was perfect. If he had a camera, he'd be tempted to take a picture.

Opening the bathroom door led to an assault of meows. Jessy's arrival had summoned Kat, but she'd been quiet and patient, waiting outside the bathroom. She offered the vampire a 'hello' meow, as per usual, before she started following him as he went to his bedroom.

"What am I wearing?" Might as well ask her.

"Whatever you feel most comfortable fighting in."

"You assume we'll be fighting? You went on a sweep last night and found nothing, right?"

"Yeah. But I got a feeling we'll find something soon. Maybe not the hunters' main group, but something worth tussling over." She followed after him, fully dressed again, and squatted down to pet Kat, though without picking her up. Didn't want hair on her suit, no doubt. Understandable. And Kat seemed to be picking up that suits were a no go for rubbing. Thank god she wasn't like most cats, who considered things they weren't supposed to do, a God-given challenge to always do. "You strike me as a regular pants and shirt kinda guy."

"Yeah, that's true. Sheryl used to dress me up fancier, but, I never enjoyed it." He fetched some simple light blue jeans and a white shirt, one with buttons, and some dark hiking boots that fit nicely under the pants. If there was going to be lots of walking on a regular basis from now on, dress shoes didn't really make much sense. "So, I'm going to help the Invictus out, I guess."