My Little Ventrue Pt. 07 Ch. 01

Sighing, he put his shoulder to the frame of the door to her closet room, and watched her slip off her shoes, still in her dress.

"Do you trust me?"

She stood up straight, now barefoot, and looked up with a slightly raised eyebrow. As she met his gaze, her eyebrow lowered, and her eyes grew heavy with realization.

"I... I find it difficult to ignore, little Ventrue, that you are not entirely you, anymore."

"You're telling me." He tilted his head so it rested against the door opening as well. Door wasn't really the right word, considering it was a hole carved into the fancy black marble. "I can feel it lurking. I mean, every Kindred's Beast lurks, right? And Begotten have their nightmare horror thing, and Uratha have their... wolfish spirit thing, I guess. But this curse, it's different."

Antoinette nodded, and turned her back to him as she reached up to slip off the neck of her dress up over her head, to let it fall forward from her.

He came up behind her, and set his hands on her hips, hands stopping her dress from falling down her legs. She must have heard him coming, but she still shivered a little when his fingers found her, and not the good kind of shivers.

"This thing inside me, it's... it's not trying to take me over, or trick me, or trick you. It's deep down, and under control. You... you don't have to worry. It's not going to attack you, or the city." It'd attack the hunters, or maybe get a little overzealous in abusing its power, but it didn't seem to have any desire to harm Kindred.

"It is not me or my city I worry for, my love. It is you. This entity affects you."

"It... yeah, it does. But it's different now. It's... its own thing, its own entity. The rage I felt before, the weird, disturbing thoughts, I can feel them, but they're not mine." He leaned forward, and pressed his forehead against her naked back, right underneath her neck. So tall. "I'm... I'm still me."

She nodded. Standing there, unmoving, she set her hands on his where they sat on her hips, and she caressed his knuckles lightly.

"I am sorry, my love, for keeping you at a distance. That night, where another person's eyes looked back at me through yours, was...painful. For a brief moment, I felt as Beatrice does now."

He flinched. Ouch.

"It's not going to change me, or take me over, or anything like that. The worst that'll happen is it makes an appearance when it's time to fight the hunters. Otherwise, it's just me."

"... Promise?"

"Promise." You hear that, monster? You're just a passenger in this car.

The monster said nothing. He knew it could hear him, his thoughts, but it seemed content to lurk, its desires and urges dormant. And Jack was thankful. Not so much thankful that his Beast seemed to have obtained sentience, or fake it somehow, but thankful that, in the end, all the horrible thoughts he'd been having before weren't entirely his. It wasn't him that was going mad with bloodlust and wanton rage every time he thought of Angela, it was the curse creeping around inside him.

Well, maybe some of it was him. Who wouldn't get overwhelming, royally pissed at the sight of someone who'd basically become their mortal enemy? That, he could accept was him. The desire to rip off her head and dance in the blood squirting from her neck? Thank god, thank fucking god, that wasn't him.

And he was eager to show his lover that it wasn't.

"Do you trust me?" he said.

"Of course, mon chéri."

He smiled, and lifted his head up a bit so he could kiss between her shoulder blades. Instant reaction. She shivered, and this time it was the good kind. Much as Antoinette liked to act like the suave, seductive succubus, she craved sex as much as any young man did; or older woman, heh.

"Want to prove it for me?" He stepped away, hands slipping out from under hers, and off her hips.

She turned around, and exposing her devilish smile, as she stood before him. She was wearing only a thong, a black thong, and it hugged her wide hips hard enough he could see the light pinch it made in her soft skin. Leaning on one leg and hip, she looked him up and down, smile showing through all the more once she met his eyes. It was tough pulling his eyes away from that thong for a moment so he could meet her gaze in return, but it was worth it.

She knew his eyes, and he knew hers. Intimacy, familiarity, comfortable and divine at the same time. The fact she visibly relaxed when looking into his eyes also undid a knot in his stomach that'd been tightening for days. She believed him.

"Very well, my little Ventrue. What would you have of me?"

A devil smile of his own sneaked onto his face, despite his attempts to hide it. He was so bad at poker.

"Sit on the bed with me, and let me do whatever I want to you."

"Ah, this game. We have played it before, have we not?" She walked past him toward the bed, and as she did, she Blushed Life. So well timed, it sent a fire into him in seconds, and he groaned as he Blushed Life as well. "I submit to your will, oh mighty, regal Ventrue."

There's nothing in the world like watching a woman walk away; or in this case, walk away and toward the enormous bed in the back center of the room. She knew how to emphasize each step, making her large, shapely ass sway. And the black thong, worn to match the revealing dress she no longer wore, looked perfect against her alabaster skin. As she walked, she raised her hands, elbows up, and ran her fingers back through her hair, showing off her figure. Her breasts were more than large enough that he could see the sides of them from behind, overwhelming her chest and lightly jiggling with her catwalk.

It took a lot of willpower to not sprint after her. Forcing himself to walk, he stared after her, drinking in the sight of large, shapely things, rippling with gravity and her exaggerated, fashion model runway walk. Once she reached the bed, she climbed up and crawled along the black silk sheets, prowling, arching her back down so her breasts swayed underneath her with each forward motion. Once she reached the center of the massive bed, she rolled onto her hip and sat there, legs out to her side, one hand to the sheets to keep her torso up straight, other hand resting on her legs.

He slid out of his suit, and threw his clothes onto the floor, literally. No way he was going to hang them up like she usually insisted; she did hate wrinkles. But he had to have her, now.

"Most unbecoming a Ventrue of the Invictus."

"Sorry." But not sorry. He climbed up onto the bed after her, and knelt in front of her, eyes looking her up and down. Fifteen days of no sex might as well have been an eternity. "Sit against some pillows for me?"

Smiling all the more, she grabbed some of the many, large pillows, and set them atop each other, against the headboard. Once done, it'd made a slope of pillows, and she was free to lean back against it, sitting comfortably on her butt, her legs out in front of her on the bed. It made it easy for him to crawl over her legs, reach down for her hips, and begin the hypnotizing journey of sliding the tiny piece of black fabric down her milky skin. She leaned side to side, helping him get the fabric past her large buttocks, and then raised her legs a bit so he could finish the job.

"You said you trust me, right?"

"Oui, mon amour."

"Alright. Get comfortable for me. Lean back, relax, spread your legs, and play with your nipples." His words earned a raised brow, but a smile a moment later as she did as he said.

With a relaxed sigh, she snuggled back into the pillows holding her naked body half sitting up. Slowly, she opened her legs, alabaster skin spreading to reveal the pink of her labia, the mound of her mons, and its complete smoothness. As she exposed herself, she set both her hands on her flat stomach, one higher and placed up onto her breasts, so she could begin circling one of her large, pink nipples with her fingertips. It swelled, slowly, but Jack was more than willing to wait a minute or two simply watching her touch herself.

As the busty goddess fell into a hypnotizing rhythm, her pussy clenched a few times; he was kneeling between her thighs, and could see it in close detail between her lips. He scooted his ass and legs back, lay on his stomach, and got up between her thighs. A kiss for the left one. A kiss for the right one. He offered a few suckles, sliding his lips down closer and closer to her sex, as he enjoyed the way her smooth inner thighs felt against his lips and nose. And, taking his sweet time to actually reach her awaiting lips, meant she was getting more and more turned on as she masturbated with her nipples.

This long without sex? Last thing he was going to do was rush it.

Once his kisses tickled along her vulva, only grazing along her lips, she moaned. A quiet, little thing, but her noises were always quiet and controlled. Earning one was a big deal, an indication of her arousal, and a kiss on her pussy proved it. Wet.

He slowly encased the whole of her pussy in his maw, burying it, covering it with his lips and making sure to encompass the top of it deep into his mouth. Like this, it was easy to bury her clitoris with his tongue, and provide it slow, long, massaging licks, without ever having to stop kissing her body.

Antoinette let out a long, pleased sigh, and reached down with her free hand to tease his buzzed hair. "Jack, if you were concerned I did not trust your lips to remember what I like, then you are silly indeed."

He grinned up at her. "No. I was worried that you... might not trust me when you're so vulnerable."

Before the weight of his words had a chance to damage the sexual heat, he set his lips back onto her body, and resumed massaging her clit, a little harder now. He offered a small groan onto her flesh, causing her to shudder a little, and for her heavy breasts to ripple against her chest.

She closed her eyes, melted into the pillows, and continued to play with herself, fingertips teasing and rubbing her puffy areola, with both hands this time. That's what he wanted, to see if she'd close her eyes, give into the moment completely, and not let worries get in the way of sex. Fear of damaged intimacy melted away, and he grew a little more forceful, burying her clit with his tongue as he could feel her pussy's juices begin to leak out of her.

He suckled on the small nub, and pulled a quiet purr from his lover, as one of his hands began to press at her entrance. Fingers slipped between her smooth lips, caressing along them and finding her juices mixing with his saliva, before he pushed a finger against her clenching slit. Her wet, pink flesh spread around the digit, squeezing in spurts as he sank in a knuckle, and another, palm turned upward so he could curl the finger toward him, and toward her belly.

Pressing against her g-spot, while he suckled in and bathed her clitoris with his tongue, was one of Antoinette's favorite ways to cum. Knowing what pleased her, knowing how to set her body on fire, was a wonderful form of intimacy. Knowing, that when he sank in his second finger, and started probing up against her g-spot in a fucking rhythm as he kissed her clit, she wouldn't take long to cum, was delightful.

He watched her with hungry eyes, drank in the sight of her teasing and masturbating with her enormous breasts, and smiled against her clit as her breathing quickened, causing her breasts to rise and fall blatantly. It only grew more enchanting when her depths started to clench and squeeze, and he had to fight against her to keep fingering her. She hadn't cum yet, but she would soon. It was the signal to start fingering her faster, and begin pumping his fingers upward harder, while burying her clitoris with his mouth.

She closed her eyes, let her head sink back onto her pillows, and wrapped her hands around the undersides of each breast to keep them snug to her ribs, as she started to orgasm. Her voice disappeared, and her body arched, jutting out her breasts — that still rippled despite her attempts to keep them contained — while her insides squeezed. Muscles clenched like a vise, and juices leaked onto his palm as he forced his fingers up against her g-spot harder.

He lifted his head, and watched her cum. She didn't like having her clit touched when cumming, but her insides were fair game. He continued to pump his hand up and down, hard but not too hard, a decent rhythm that made her body ripple and her pussy leak a few more drops of her hot juices. Only after a few more moments of fingering her through her orgasm, prolonging it, did he stop, keeping his fingers inside her to enjoy the aftershocks, and how each spurred random spasms of her warm, tight insides.

"That was delicious, my love," she said. Letting go of her breasts, she raised her head, and looked down the valley of her body.

He grinned at her from between her legs, and set his lips back onto her clitoris. Instant clenches, and a surprised gasp. He kept the touch light, and only for a second, knowing she'd be sensitive, but he did keep it there, keeping her on edge. Her eyes widened a little, and she raised her eyebrows as she looked at him and the grin he wasn't able to remove.

He sank his two fingers deeper into her, deeper, into the final knuckle and then some. He pressed them up toward her belly, up against her deepspot, and started pushing.

"Jack, I—"

He pressed harder, and her voice cut off as she clenched. She liked this spot, a lot, a spot way in the back of her depths that he could hit if he curled his fingers up toward her stomach. She'd taught him well, but normally she didn't sit back and let him do things to her. This was a rare opportunity, and he wasn't going to waste it.

He eased his fingers out of her, earning a quiet groan, before he forced in three.

"Jack!" she said, blinking down at him. Another kiss on her clit turned her surprise into a small mewl, and she fell back onto her throne of pillows as he fought to sink in the three fingers against her clenching muscles. Her insides really were like a vise, and he had to fight to get the three of them in to the final knuckles so only his thumb and pinky finger weren't inside her.

After few more gentle kisses on her swollen clitoris, he started pressing up against her insides with the three fingers, stretching her pussy upward in the sweet spot she'd taught him. The result was powerful, and almost painful, with how tight she clenched on his fingers and hand. Once the shock of it had passed, she managed a smile at him despite her trembling, and she hugged her breasts to her body, crossing at the wrist so her hands could tease her swollen nipples of the opposite breast.

He started to pump faster, making her thighs shake around him, and her large ass jiggle against the bed near him. He started to lick her clitoris harder too, never quite going as hard as before, but instead using his tongue to gently massage, while his fingers got rougher, and rougher.

A few minutes later, and his lover was cumming again, and harder. She clamped down, and both her hands grabbed the sheets around her as her body arched, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway against her torso like water as she quivered. Going deadly silent, her eyes closed, and her pussy began to squeeze in random spurts again as pleasure worked up and down her legs; he could see them tremble, and a glance back showed her toes curling.

Before she started to calm from the obvious bliss coursing through her, he crawled in closer between her legs while sitting up without removing his fingers, and putting his knees between her thighs. Now sitting between her legs, he had a much easier time seeing the busty goddess quivering with his fingering, and he gazed at her breasts and how they flowed back and forth along her ribs, dipping to her sides and bouncing about. Hypnotizing.

It only grew more hypnotic when he set his free hand against her lower abdomen, pressed the palm down toward the fingers inside her, and started to finger her again. Hard, like a piston.

"Jack you... d... devil..." She managed a short look to him before her head pressed back against her pillows, and her eyes closed.

As her insides squeezed unendingly, fighting to get him to stop, her body arched all the more, pressing her hips toward him as he fingered her hard enough to make her ass bounce against the sheets. Her hands squeezed on the blankets, and her head turned to bury half her face in the pillows as she came again, hips rising to try and match the speed of his fingering. The hand pinning her kept her down, and let him drive his fingers up against her depths with each upward slap of his hand.

The sounds, already a carnal mixture of wet flesh, became utterly salacious as Antoinette started to squirt. A small gush of her fluids splashed over his palm, quickly sent outward in all directions by his pumping hand. The small splashes hit his wrist, arm, his stomach, and both their thighs. Antoinette's cum, coating him, instead of him coating her like usual.

God, that was hot.

He started pumping her harder, and immediately another gush of her cum landed over his palm. And then another. He grinned down at the sight of her tight slit spread taut around three of his fingers, alabaster skin smooth, and pink lips opened wide around his hand. It was all soaked. And he wanted more.

"J... Jack... nng!"

He knew she wanted to say something; probably to ask him to stop. Losing control during sex wasn't her usual bag. But she had lost control, and she was cumming so hard she was drenching him. Her body was on fire, and as long as he continued assaulting her, she could do little but cum again as her increased sensitivity left her defenseless. She might be angry—well, not angry, but she'd undoubtedly get revenge on him later for being so rough with her. Until then, he was going to indulge.

He stopped fingering her for a moment, only to start up again when it looked like her orgasm was calming down. Her legs spread, her insides clenched, and her juices flowed out onto his palm as she squirmed, eyes still closed and head against her pillows. Her breasts swayed freely, flowing around and around her chest in circles. Her hips tried to push toward him again, or away from him, and he didn't let her, keeping his other hand pressed hard down against her pelvis. It was too good, to hold and trap the great dragon, the deadly elder Antoinette, in the middle of a forced orgasm. A long, long, very long orgasm.

Only when her hands let go of the sheets around her, going limp, did he stop finger fucking her hard enough to make the bed shake. He eased up, and eventually stopped altogether, smiling down at the sight of her body as it shivered in orgasm, and the way her control had shattered. Her legs continued to quiver, and her torso relaxed with exhaustion against the pillows. She was spent.

He, on the other hand, was dying for release. With a small, animal growl, he eased his body in closer, sneaking his knees under her thighs. Soon he was close enough, and his growl grew as he took his cock in his soaked hand, and set his glans against her trembling folds. Precum was already leaking from the swollen tip, making it easy to peel back the skin and expose the engorged, red head, big enough he felt like it was going to burst.

Easing his shaft into her leaking, quivering pussy, as the exhausted elder vampire continued to tremble, was oddly exhilarating. For sure the ancient, deadly creature was going to do something to him later as punishment for this, but good god, it was too inviting. Seeing her lying there, shaking, breasts rippling gently on her chest, pulled to her sides with their enormous mass and weight, was beautiful. It was a glorious sight, and he drank it in as he pushed his cock into the vise-grip of her slit, fighting against her clenching spasms. Tight enough, if she'd wanted to, she could have squeezed hard enough to prevent entry entirely; or break off his dick. But she was exhausted, and her insides were absolutely soaked. It was almost like she was defenseless to stop him.