My Little Ventrue Pt. 06 Ch. 17

"You are more well endowed than your passive nature suggests, vampire. You hope to fit this into Fiona? She is a tiny thing."

Damien managed a small chuckle, but it was weak. He was too overwhelmed to be chuckling. A spider monster had trapped him in her web and was currently stroking his cock, gently bringing her soft skin back and forth along its underside. Circumcised, he shivered as her palm eased up along the swollen head, before slipping down to the base again. Sensitive as all Hell, the touch made him gulp again, and this time he gulped saliva, fueled by the Blush and craving.

So he was, perhaps, a little more well endowed than statistically common. Her words stroked his ego almost as much as her hand stroked his length, and he blushed red.

"I... yeah, I do."

"Then I shall tell you in what ways you could treat Fiona in bed, because Fiona is, and is not Vrall. We have different tastes." Nodding, Vrall pulled back, and hovered a foot away from him, giving him more than a perfect angle for him to admire her inhuman curves. She reached out, and began to slice his clothes open.

"Wha—hey."

"The Invictus will buy you new clothes, surely." Laughing, she sliced apart the shoulders and sleeves, and threw the fabric away, before doing the same to his pants, all with exact precision, and all within mere moments. She'd be an amazing surgeon.

"I know, it's just... how am I going to get back home now?"

"We will cross that bridge later." Nodding again, she grinned as she looked him up and down. "Fiona will love this. She will very much want it." He almost said something, but she came back in again, and lowered herself down, and down, until her face was eye-level with his shaft. "Vrall wants to ensnare you, Damien. Vrall wants you as you are, bound, helpless, free for me to take my time and enjoy my meal."

Calling him meal, and prey, was definitely making him nervous. It was also pumping his body full of fake adrenaline fueled by the Blush, and he found himself panting. Tiny bits of fear danced up and down his skin, as he realized he was in a nightmare, and a monster had him trapped in a literal web. When he first met her, he'd stumbled through this jungle, and was taken aback by how much it was a real jungle, smells, humidity, heat, noises, all included. She had corpses dangling about, some from Dolareido, many others far, far older, and Vrall had made it known she was an old creature. Killing a vampire like him, who was tied up and helpless? He knew Fiona liked him, but Vrall was another story. It certainly seemed like the monster liked him, but he wasn't completely convinced yet.

"But Fiona?" Laughing softly, she came in closer, and set her face against the underside of his shaft. She smiled up at him as he felt the angles of her oddly beautiful face nudge along the veins of his girth. "Fiona is a young woman, with the fantasies of many young women who are as nice as her. She wants a strong man, a dangerous man, to take her, and have his way with her."

"I... I'm not—"

"You are a dangerous creature, Damien. You have the body of an agile warrior, a history worthy of story, the skills of an assassin, and the determination of someone with resolve. Combined with your young face, and your... movie vampire aesthetics, a modern young woman is bound to fall for you."

"Movie vampire?" Arg, not the emo thing again. "I—"

The eyeless monster giggled once again, quiet, with a few small hisses, and she offered his shaft a slow kiss along its underside. God in Heaven. The beautiful creature looked almost regal with the array of horns on her head, how they curved backward and then out and in like a crown. The fact she didn't have eyes, but more horns coming up and out to join the crown, didn't rob her of her beauty; made her as scary as Lucifer, but didn't rob her.

"She wants you to pin her down, Damien. She wants you to take her, hold her down, and enter her. She wants you to wrap your grip around her throat, and make her squirm as she climaxes on your length. She wants you to bind her, and finger her until she squeals, as you drain her of blood." With a slow, gentle touch, Vrall brought her face up to the tip of his cock, and offered the swollen head a loving kiss. Immediate sparks ran down his length as he felt the warm, succulent, massaging touch of her lips on his glans. "Hug her, hold her, drain her, and force her to cum until she has almost passed out. And when she is defenseless, exhausted, soaking wet and shaking, she wants you to fuck her, hard. Or soft, depending. As long as she is weak and unable to stop you. A limp woman in your arms, insides trembling, juices flowing, that is what she wants to be."

"That... is..." A lot to process. Honestly, he'd almost done all those things, that time in the subway. If things had gone any further, he'd been liable to either Kiss her until death was a real possibility, or he would have spent every bit of energy he drained out of her, fucking her.

"Is this not to your liking?"

"I'm not sure. I... I..." It wasn't a part of him he normally ever indulged, the desire to be aggressive, overpower, and penetrate. But, that time in the subway changed that. The sight of her, panting, exhausted, helpless, soaking his fingers in her cum, it'd sent an overpowering desire into his guts to have her, take her, and do things to her.

"Imagine it." Again, the spider woman kissed the head of his cock, and he groaned louder, above a whisper now, as the pleasure ripples continued to build. "Fiona, sitting in your lap, her hands tied behind her back. She is exhausted, whimpering and mewling, her legs hooked around your waist, and your length buried inside her. She is too tired to do anything, so you grab her hips and force her back and forth, all the while your teeth are sunk into her neck, and letting her blood flow into you. She trembles, squeezing on you, and her juices flow down your cock again, and again, until yours join them."

As her intoxicating story finished painting a vivid picture he couldn't deny he wanted to taste, she began to suckle on the whole of his length's head. His breath caught in his throat, and he gazed down at the spider monster as she slid his length between her spread lips, back and forth, slow and tight. He could feel her spider fangs, four fangs that curled back in her mouth, so only the flat side of the front of them nudged against his glans. It was her lips that shocked him to stillness. Her kisses had been gentle, but once she'd slipped them over the whole of the sensitive skin, he struggled to manage the sensation.

It had been a long, long time since he'd had an orgasm. Decades. And never, ever, had he experienced the touch of another. The overwhelming sensation shook him to the core, literally, abs squeezing and cock flexing upward in her mouth as he struggled to handle the onslaught of bliss. Wet, warm, soft, and tight. Smaller groans and pants managed to escape him, and his eyes closed as he felt the building heat between his legs.

And then she stopped. He forced in a useless breath, and gazed down at the beautiful woman and her royal crown of horns.

"I... uh... wow."

Vrall chuckled, and gave his cock's head a quick kiss, before she hovered up a little higher. Once her breasts were level with his length, she took his girth into a palm, and guided it onto her right breast. She held it, aimed it forward and pressed it into her soft, dark nipple. Gently, slowly, she massaged her breast with his cock, and he shivered as she acquainted his glans with the texture of her skin, her swollen areola, and the engorged tip.

"Vrall, on the other hand, prefers her men in the opposite situation."

"S... Sounds like... you're her other half."

"It does, does it not?" Nodding, enormous crown moving with her, she slid his length down, and pressed it up against the soft, heavy underside of her breast, so the silky weight overflowed it. She rubbed it from side to side, sending more pulses of growing bliss along his length, but not strong enough to bring him to orgasm. The edge of bliss, a pleasure he hadn't felt in so long, he was almost afraid to experience it again, afraid it wouldn't live up to the paltry memory.

"I um... I don't know if—" Another shudder, and his eyes went wide as he looked down, and the found the spider woman suckling on his glans again.

"You will do as I say for Fiona. She craves it, and you crave it."

"I do?"

"Oh yes." Her lips slipped down further, and she set a kiss along the underside of his cock, and another, and another, peppering its whole length with them. "You want to. I remember the animal that awoke in you when you tasted her. I saw it in your eyes. A hint of the Beast rose to the surface, and you embraced it."

"I—" His eyes closed again as she started to suckle his length's head again, all of it. It was the sensation of her lips sliding back and forth along the base edge of his glans, at where the bulbous shape connected to his length, that filled him with rising waves of bliss and sensitivity. The monster knew what she was doing, and he was helpless to control the waves of warmth flowing up from underneath his shaft.

His jaw dropped, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open — half successful — so he could watch the beautiful creature suckle, as he came into her mouth. Her suckling grew softer, slower, and he sighed relief as she kept the pleasure from crossing into painful. Each flex of his insides sent a wave bliss up through his cock, and a gush of warm fluid came with it, landing on the tongue teasing his girth.

The pleasure was staggering. Small grunts escaped him as his insides flexed, lungs crushed by muscles as he struggled to handle the waves of pleasure. She continued to suckle, easing her lips back and forth again and again, slow, tight, milking him of his cum, and gulping it down with quiet moans. The vibrations of her voice on the sensitive skin was euphoric, and his eyes eventually closed as he melted into her suckling kiss.

Eventually, she relented. He managed to open his eyes again, and he stared at the spider woman as she grinned up at him.

"Your first?" she said.

"Y... Yeah."

"The first time you have cum at the hands of another, and it is a monster's lips." Laughing, Vrall hovered higher, enough so her breasts nudged against his thighs. With a lick of her lips, she pushed her body into him closer, enough so his cock rested between her breasts, and she stayed there, grinning up at him. "Still aroused?"

"I... I..." He blinked, gulping, panting, and continued to stare at the sight of his length sitting along her sternum. His testicles pressed to her tiny stomach, and when she pushed her shoulders and biceps forward, it pushed her breasts forward, squashing the mounds to his inner thighs and pelvis, and burying much of his length between them. The softness of them molding around his shaft felt heavenly, and relaxing, compared to the extreme stimulus of lips on his glans, and he managed a small, exhausted smile, as he gazed down at the sight.

Her shoulders were moving slightly, and had been before, he only just realized. And looking at her now, he could see why. She was masturbating, one of her claw hands underneath her doing something he couldn't see, but it was obvious now that he was looking. Of course, he was bound to a web, and could only look down, not actually give into his cravings and maybe help her out. Despite himself, despite trying to hold still, he inched his hips forward, and sighed bliss as he felt her breasts fight to keep his body and cock where they were.

"I will take that as a yes." Her shoulder moved faster, and her breasts began to jiggle lightly, ripples working through them and into his pelvis. Her mouth parted, exposing her spider fangs, and quiet, girlish moans mixed into the sounds of the jungle, as she played with herself. He did not know how long she'd been masturbating before, but it must have been a little while, as her body started to move faster rather quickly. She was already on the edge.

Over the edge. She shuddered, made a few hiss-filled groans, and pressed her breasts harder into him, smiling up at him as she trembled. He felt it, felt her quivers through her body, and how they caused her squashed breasts to jiggle and bounce where they were pinned to him.

After a few moments, she let out her own long sigh, and hovered upward again until she was eye level with him. One of her claw hands reached down, took his cock, and guided it toward her own sex, a smooth, hairless pelvis that looked basically human, except for the dark metal color. Her sex's lips sat beneath, and she smiled at him as she slid herself in closer, and pressed his glans against the folds.

Soaked. Wet warmth enveloped his cock's tip once again, except this time it wasn't from her mouth. It was soft along her folds, between her thighs, and she eased herself back and forth a couple inches, enough for his cock to slip along the almost dripping lips. Her cum coated him in moments, and he shivered as he struggled to keep from thrusting his hips forward.

"Fiona wants to be taken, and protected. Beauty and the Beast." Nodding her head of horns, Vrall angled her hips back a little to aim her sex more toward him, and began to push toward him. His engorged glans pressed to her hot, clenching slit, and Damien froze again as the soft, hot skin of her insides began to spread around his cock. Soft, but tight. Very, very tight.

With a hearty chuckle, the creature lowered herself down onto him, inch by inch, and she leaned back as she did. Her hands took his shoulders, and she licked her fangs as slowly but surely, she devoured him, sheathing every inch he had into her depths, until she was pressed snug and firm to his pelvis. She leaned back far enough she was almost horizontal, and he could feel the upward angle of his cock press toward her belly button. And, with how she leaned back, her breasts flattened and spread against her chest.

Tight. Extremely tight. He clenched on his jaw and flexed his core as he felt her insides squeeze, and he let out a quick pant or two as she squeezed harder still. He had not expected it to feel like this, not at all. No wonder every man in Dolareido did everything they could, to have sex as often as humanly or inhumanly possible.

"But I am the Beast this night, and you are bound, helpless." She let go of his shoulders, but her many spider legs emerging from her back remained attached to the spider web. They moved with precision, subtle and silent, and he stared at how they adjusted on the web, some reaching out far, others staying close, to keep her snug to his body as she held herself horizontal as if lying on a table, and then down a little further. Leaning back and down as she was, it drove his cock upward toward her belly harder, and he shivered as she clenched again. Hot juices dripped down onto his testicles, mixing with the humidity of the jungle, and he gulped as he looked down to see her tiny slit spread wide and taut around his girth.

The head of his length was pressing against her depths, and Fi—Vrall moaned as she pushed herself in toward him harder, causing his length to fill her, and for his glans to rub against the furthest reaches within her. Good Lord. The sparks of bliss that her insides sent down the sensitive skin were enough to make him gulp.

"How does it feel?" the spider said. Before he could answer, eyes locked onto her spread sex and her extreme hourglass figure, she lifted her two human legs, and set them on his shoulders, the blade-like points coming up past his head and his ears.

"I... it..." No words could describe the combination of stimulus. The tightness of her depths, the heat and wetness that combined into a massaging grip that worked every inch of his length, it reignited the sensitivity and bliss her mouth had minutes before.

She used her spider legs to ease herself away a few inches, and pull her back in with a soft impact, making the webbing shake, all while keeping her two human-ish legs up and on his shoulders. Back and forth, each stroke a slow motion, and she timed her squeezing muscles with them. Rolling waves of pleasure flowed down through his length, and he found his whole body flexing in surprise at the overwhelming sensation of the friction of her insides on his cock's tip.

The fact he got to watch her body as she slid back and forth in the air, heavy breasts jiggling up and down on her chest with each thrust, was making it excruciatingly difficult to keep his pleasure under control. And as the almost painful, delicious minutes went by, the spider made it a thousand times harder, as she started to squeeze all the more. Her movements came to a halt, and she kept herself balls deep, as her hands roamed her body. She raised herself a little so she was horizontal again, and she smiled up at him as she squeezed her breasts, causing them to spill over her long, sharp blade-like fingers, as she quivered. Her insides gripped him in random spasms, milking, massaging, leaking her juices onto him until a couple drips fell from his testicles, onto the awaiting dark jungle beneath.

"It has been so long," she said, sighing with long, heavy breaths, each causing her breasts to rise and fall, "since I have felt another inside me." With a quiet chuckle that almost disappeared into the sounds of the jungle, she sat up further and further as she hooked her legs around his hips. Her hands took his shoulders again, and she came in close, doing her best to keep him fully sheathed inside her as she brought her face in to his, and pressed her breasts to his chest. "These may be firsts for you, Damien, but for Vrall, these are ancient pleasures I once bathed in."

"B... Bathed... in?" He struggled to breathe. He was on the edge of orgasm, and he could still feel hers, her insides trembling around him, clenching in spurts, and her panting body pressing her breasts tight to his hard chest. Air was unnecessary for a Kindred, but the Blush of Life looked for it anyway, and the few panting sounds he didn't manage to suppress earned smiles from the regal creature sitting on his cock.

"Memories, faded, buried in time from centuries of sleeping in the nightmare. I was once worshiped by the people of the jungle. They feared the spider, and sacrificed to me. Some did more than worship." Sighing, she set her lips to his, but only just, skin grazing along his chin and cheek. So close, his eyes were left looking at the enormous horns that came straight up from her face before curling back; it was almost like a mask, hiding where eyes should have been. "I enjoyed those nights. I hope you have enjoyed this one."

Even as she said it, she nudged her lips into his, and ground her hips forward, rubbing her clitoris into his pelvis as she clenched on him. She'd become so much more eloquent since he first met the monster, as if she was becoming more and more used to Dolareido. Still a bit of that Portuguese-ish accent coming through, making him wonder how much Vrall adapted to her other half's environment.

His wandering mind came back to the moment as he felt his cum start to build up once again. Trying to think about anything — and normally he never stopped thinking — was impossible, as the spider creature clenched her depths on his cock, and began to milk him. The sweet, blissful friction of her slit, dripping around him as its depths massaged his length and glans, was euphoric. No words, no thoughts, only pleasure, as the spider woman started to work herself faster.

He was helpless to do anything but stand there, arms and legs out, held by the web. It was sort of freeing, not being able to do anything, but he did try to thrust a bit. The webbing was flexible enough that he could drive his hips forward, and the small whimpers he earned from Vrall were intoxicating. It was a sound he'd heard women make before, in his nightly hunts, but never one he'd ever heard from so close, or one he'd helped a girl make. And it felt so very different, when he could hear it from so close, be part of her, indulge in her moans as he thrust into her a little harder.