My Little Ventrue Pt. 07 Ch. 09

"You know what? It kinda does. The diligent protector dog look is a turn off, but a vigilante wolf is a sexy beast. When do you want to go, if not tonight?"

"To the Hisil?" He peeked around at the people walking around. This deep in South Side, it was loud and full of people, talking about meaningless things, and half drunk while they did it. Safe to talk in, he supposed.

"Let's go tonight! You got the night off, right? I'll call Natasha, and see if she can get Matt and Art to come over. They can show you how to... uh, do whatever it is to get over there."

"You really want to come with me?"

"Fuck yeah!" Laughing again, she broke her hug, and punched him in the shoulder, making sure both her and him hit the shoulders of people walking by. "Fuck." She pushed off some of the people, and they pushed her, creating a little zone of chaos for them to swim through before she got beside him again. "Course I want to come."

"Um, you sure? You've never been there, and it's pretty fucked up. And dangerous. And fuck me, I don't know what I'm doing."

"Matt and Art will be there. I'll be fine! And—" The ring of her phone stopped her, and she blinked down at it as she checked the message. "Ooooh. Natasha sent me something. She says to only watch this in private."

"Then we should watch it in priv—" She grabbed his arm, and yanked him into a small alley, barely wide enough for the two of them to stand side by side. It was well lit, this deep in South Side where there were lights absolutely everywhere, but there didn't seem to be anybody in this particular alley.

"Let's see let's see. Oh... oh!" She got in cozy against the wall beside Eric, shoulder to shoulder, and held up the phone so they could both watch. "Oh my god."

Eric stared at the screen and gulped, doing his best to keep his heart rate from jumping. But, there was Natasha, tiny, pale, skinny, dainty little Natasha, nude, sitting between two huge naked guys on the edge of a bed, and touching them.

"Jessy, um, you—"

"No one else can see, you big baby. And"—she jumped ahead in the video—"oh my god."

It was hard to not stare, hard to the point he gave up. Jessy was holding the phone in front of him, and he was being shown cute Natasha riding Matthew while Arturo fucked her from behind. And, it was hard to not stare at how, since Natasha was so utterly tiny compared to the two men, that she basically disappeared between them. Even more obvious, was how her tiny body struggled to handle that much meat filling her.

He pushed the phone down and frowned at his girlfriend. "Ok, I get it, you convinced her to make a sex tape."

"I did! I did. So proud."

"And she's ok with me seeing this?"

"Natasha may look meek and skittish on the outside, but inside, there's a sexual animal who dreams of being pinned down and taken by a group of rough men." Laughing, Jessy put the phone away, and grinned at Eric. Uh oh. "I'm sad she never let me touch her. Maybe—"

"No no, no. No swinging."

"Bah, fine." But when she rolled her eyes, he could see she'd never intended to suggest it. The vampire loved to yank his chain, apparently. "You gotta admit though, seeing little Tash plugged up like that was pretty damn arousing." She pulled up the video, and scanned ahead a little. Oh fuck, she was on her back now, and the two dudes were filling her up. All he could see of her was her ass, and her two legs sticking out from between their bodies.

He breathed deep, pushed her phone down again, and did his best to calm his body down. Breathe deep, right?

"You know, in most circumstances, most girls get jealous in this sort of situation, if their boyfriend gets aroused looking at another woman."

"Pffft, dude I am the best thing that will ever happen to you. The fuck do I have to be jealous about?" She elbowed him in the side, and kissed his cheek. "Maybe a little envious though. She's so god damn tiny, and those two dudes are so huge! She looked like she was going to burst." One of her hands started to roam his body, caressing his stomach through his shirt, as her lips worked on his jawline. "Love that feeling, of getting split in half."

"Yes, I've come to realize that." Oh no, he knew where this was going.

"And I know you like it, when you've pinned me down and you're stretching my insides until I'm ready to pop."

"I uh... yeah, can't lie."

"Maybe next time, we can see if you can sit back and relax when transformed; I'll give you a blowjob if you can. Sounds like a challenge, you know? See if you can resist pouncing me, while I pleasure you." Her roaming hand pressed against his crotch through his pants, or they did, until she stopped and looked up, digging up a memory. "Hey, Jack wanted to know, you know anything about something called Luna?"

God damn it. She may have been able to ignore her sex drive, since she wasn't Blushing Life, but he had no such barrier between him and the hunger she'd awakened. Rushing blood began to flow between his legs, and he had to breathe deep to calm it down.

"Luna? The moon?"

"I guess, yeah."

"She... she's been in my dreams a few times. I never really know if she's talking to me, or it's just a vision, or... I dunno. It's a Cahalith thing."

Jessy eyed him, squinting one eye. "I'm not so sure, based on the conversation Jack and I had with Avery a bit ago. You should ask him about it sometime." And, randomly, she clapped her hands together once. "Let's go see Natasha and her boy toys. But first, gimme a quickie."

"Again? We fucked just over an hour ago."

"Again!"

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~~Natasha~~

"W-Wait! Stop!"

They didn't stop. Grinning down at her, Matthew and Arturo held her down against their bodies, and fucked her. She was exhausted, utterly exhausted, and she wasn't sure she could cum anymore, but that didn't seem to bother the two beasts. Sweat dripped off her skin, rolled down her body, and onto the man lying underneath her, Arturo, who had one hand tight around her throat while the other pinned her hand to the bed.

Matthew, kneeling upright between her legs, held onto her waist, and thrust into her. In any other circumstance, him thrusting hard like this, and to the hilt, would be painful, but her whole body was on fire and didn't seem to care. When her insides were boiling, when pleasure-ripples worked through her thighs, when her legs stuck out and her toes curled until it hurt, the werewolves knew they had liberty to get rough with her. It got to the point all she could do was lie there, and try and hold on, as she came until she saw stars.

It really wasn't fair, that they could make her body do this. Ah well.

She reached up with her only free hand, and punched Matthew's chest, trying to get him off her. Might as well have been punching a tank. Her attempts to push Matthew away earned the opposite effect: he pinned the hand to his chest at the wrist. His hand was big enough, his fingers almost circled her wrist twice. His other hand continued to hold her waist, and worked her body back and forth with his thrusts. She was barely more than a toy for him to fuck, at this point.

The giant growled down at her, his usually warm smile darkened, and he leaned over her. His kiss was savage, searing, and it made her eyes go wide as his closed. Even as he kissed her, he didn't stop fucking her, each thrust sinking his ridiculously massive length into her small body until her insides were stretching inward, and it felt like he was hitting her stomach. He wasn't, but that didn't change the sensation, the feeling of being skewered, of being split in half, and no matter how much she struggled, the sensation was overwhelmingly addictive. She tried to mewl, but Matt's lips were locked onto her lips; and if Matt's lips didn't block her voice, Art's tightening grip around her throat would have.

She came again. Every muscle she had clenched and clenched hard, but Matthew and Arturo continued to thrust through her trembling, squeezing spurts of pleasure, until her eyes rolled upward. They kept going, and going, and going, until she started to feel herself going numb.

Faintly, she could tell she was being moved around, to a different position. The mattress sank under the weight of their bodies, and several soft things were put under Natasha's head and back. Pillows. She forced her eyes open, but it was hard, orgasm aftershocks coursing through her and demanding she do nothing but lie there and quiver. But she managed to get them open a crack, and she looked left and right up at the two boys, who were kneeling around her.

Oh, she'd been propped up by the pillows. Her two boyfriends were masturbating, each on a different side of her, and each close enough that they'd surrounded her back and sides with their knees. All around her, she was surrounded by walls of muscle, sweat, and hunger, as the two wolves masturbated. They rubbed their cocks on her body, on her breasts, on her stomach, and took turns rubbing their glans on her lips. With a little encouragement from Matthew, her mouth opened wider, and soon she had the enormous, drenched cock filling her mouth and pressing into the inside of one of her cheeks. Lubricant didn't taste good, so she was happy Arturo was happier rubbing his cock along her nipples. The wet heat of his length's tip, coating her nipple and areola in juices, sent sparks into her chest and down through her body, mixing with the bliss already filling her.

It was kind of nice, she had to admit, to just submit, and enjoy being the center of attention. When she cracked her eyes open a little further, and saw the hunger in the eyes of Matt and Art, she managed a small smile, and shivered as the two beasts growled louder. She recognized that growl. It was the sound of orgasm. She'd heard it already tonight, and she could feel the remains leaking out of her. The smell of sex was powerful, and in the moment, when the tingling waves continued to course through her, it was a wonderful smell.

The men began to coat her body in more of their cum. Matthew soaked her lips, slid his glans down onto her chin, neck, and down onto her chest, leaving a trail of the warm fluid. Arturo was cumming a moment later, and he masturbated onto her other breast, rubbing his boiling glans up and down along her nipple and drowning it in white. Soon, both beasts had coated her pale skin to the point it was trickling down her body, along the underside of her small breasts, down her ribs, and down her tiny stomach.

Never, never ever ever, did she think she'd be into this sort of stuff, once upon a time. But being taken like this, filled with cum, and then coated in it, sent a tingle through her body she couldn't deny. There was something to it, something about being helpless and dominated like this, until she was literally covered in cum, that had her fake heartbeat skyrocketing. And now that a camera was on her, recording her getting covered until she looked like a Jackson Pollock, the thrill was doubled.

Matthew slid off the bed, walked over to the laptop, and stopped the recording. "Well, if you were worried about looking too shy in the last video, I don't think you have anything to worry about in this one."

Arturo, grinning down at her like the evil bastard he was, helped her sit up. "If you showed anyone this video without context, they'd think this wasn't entirely consensual, you know?"

She smiled at that. Ok, so, that particular fantasy was creeping up in her imagination a lot lately, of her two boyfriends getting even more aggressive with her, pinning her down and taking her, without her consent. It was a harmless fantasy! And it was fun to act it out. Besides, it wasn't like Arturo and Matthew didn't often go further than she planned, and did basically ignore her when she begged for them to stop. She was glad they didn't.

She slid off the bed, looked down at herself, and shivered. The last tingles of pleasure gave the sight and feeling of cum trickling down her skin an electric sizzle, hot and very arousing. A Kindred body meant she could keep going if she wanted, especially if she took a drink of either Art or Matt. But at a certain point she had to stop having sex, and get back to being a Kindred, doing vampire things. She let the rippling pleasure of her previous orgasms fade away until her thighs no longer shivered, and as she did, the thrilling sensation of being covered in cum, and having it drip out of her insides, turned into a strong need to bathe. She was filthy! Shower time.

"No one's g-going to see it... who d-d-doesn't already know you're my b-boyfriends." And she knew Jessy would eat up the rape fantasy like an addict. Sending sex tapes to her friend was a bit weird, and being excited to do so even more weird, or at least it'd have been weird anywhere else. In Dolareido, she supposed it was a part of how some people explored the fun of sexuality. Fucking on balconies where people could see, in clubs, in pools at expensive hotels, Dolareido really brought out the sexual side in people.

Antoinette had succeeded in creating a city where even quiet nerds like Tash could let loose. And maybe the world needed more of that, like, a revival of the seventies again. Except with condoms this time, for the kine.

She got a towel, did her best to deal with the mess, locked the laptop — no way was she going to risk someone seeing those files — and scooted off to the shower. Matt and Art followed, and they hopped in once she was done. Maybe she could move the camera equipment to the Elysium Tower? Antoinette had many showers in her tower's underground labyrinth, and they were much bigger than her apartment's, so it wasn't like she couldn't do shoots there. And, Antoinette probably had better camera equipment, and all Natasha would have to do to have access to it, was ask.

"Is this going to be a regular thing?" Art said, sitting on the toilet, but not using it, while waiting for his turn as Matt hopped into the shower. "I mean, I got no issue. This is fun. But if we're gonna be putting out these videos regularly, maybe we should set up an account with some reputable online porn services? We could make good money."

"That..." For a second, just a tiny, dirty second, she looked at herself in the mirror wearing her towel, and considered the idea. Then she grabbed a facecloth and chucked it at the man. "P-Pervert."

Rolling his eyes, Arturo set the cloth aside. "I think that ship has sailed, on calling us the perverted ones."

She gasped, brought a hand up to her sternum in feigned shock, and turned to face the man. "... really?"

"Really. You've crossed most of the lines that can be crossed."

"I d-dunno. I mean..." Jessy fucked her ghouls in front of her window, a full wall window, where everyone in the city could see her. And of course, she was fucking a werewolf when he was fully transformed into an enormous beast, can't forget that part. "I'm rich already. N-No need. This is... it's fun. It's just for fun."

"Definitely fun," Matthew said as he stepped out of the shower. "So we're gonna film us again? Cause we could try some more fantasies."

As Arturo stepped into the shower, Matthew came up behind her while she turned around to look in the mirror again. The enormous man stood directly behind her, so close his body touched hers, and he leaned down. With a dark, evil grin, he watched her in the mirror as he lowered himself until his head was over her shoulders. One of his hands sneaked around her neck again, and she froze as she felt the power of his grip circling her throat. His other plucked at the towel wrapped around her, sending it to the floor, and soon his enormous fingers were cupping one of her small breasts until it disappeared in his grip. All the while, he kept his dangerous, hungry, and animal gaze on her eyes in the mirror.

It was a good thing she wasn't Blushing Life anymore, or he'd have lit a match under her until she was boiling.

"Arturo and I will be villains. You'll be locked up in our mansion, where we have our way with you every night. We'll tie you up so you can't get away, and we'll take you again and again. And again." The gruff man, normally all gentle smiles and gentler touch, squeezed on her throat. She would have mewled, or whimpered, or moaned, but she couldn't with the firmness of his grip blocking her windpipe.

Choking kine was different. If you wanted to choke someone so they could enjoy it during sex, you didn't squeeze on the throat to block breathing, not normally. As far as her now unneeded porn habit suggested, choking was done to put pressure on the throat's contours and restricting some blood flow, but not outright block breathing. That wouldn't work with Kindred, and the werewolves knew it.

So, as the enormous man squeezed her throat, until she could feel the sheer power of his arm, and see the muscle flex and veins bulge in the mirror, she trembled, and did her best to not let her eyes roll up. Why did it feel so good? Why did the sight of this man's giant body burying her in his shadow, and how his arm flexed as he gripped her tiny throat in his huge grip, make her shake?

"We got pretty rough with you tonight," the evil, bizarro Matthew whispered, "but if you wanted to really indulge a fantasy, Art and I will happily tie you up, and—"

"Matt!" Art stuck his head around the shower curtain, frowning, shampoo foam spiraling around his dark hair. "Dude, you read too many shitty romance books, written by eighteen-year-old girls."

As if someone had doused him with ice water, Matt let go of her throat and breast, and stood up straight. The dark hunger she saw in his eyes vanished instantly, and the kind Matthew remained. Chuckling softly, he reached down, handed her back her towel, and smirked at the man in the shower.

"You read romance?" she said.

Matt shrugged, but she could see a hint of blush as he put his hands on her shoulders, still looking at her through the mirror. "I uh... I mean, occasionally? You see those movies making waves, and sometimes you try the books, and then you kinda get sucked into a rabbit hole."

She knew of the movies he spoke of, the ones that did a bad job of exploring BDSM, or the ones that glorified kidnapping. But hey, as long as it was done by a billionaire, all that was perfectly fine, right? Laughing, she walked out the bathroom as she adjusted her towel again. It wasn't fair to judge kinks, and that's all those movies and stories were, exploring kinks.

Matthew followed after her, and she threw his boxers at him as she sat down on the edge of her bed.

"I know w-what you mean. I read a lot of b-b-bad romance novels too. They're... bad, so b-bad, but how else is someone like myself supposed to... explore sexual things, right?" She held out her arms for him, and he got down on his knees in front of her. Kissing his forehead, she squeezed the giant muscles bulging out of his shoulders. "It's cute!" She leaned in, and rubbed her nose on his. "And, um... if you really want to... you know, b-b-be... mean, and... pin me d-down, and tie me up, and... stuff... we can do that."

A twinkle sparkled in his eyes, and he kissed her, a quick peck on the lips, before he stepped back and started dressing. Arturo came out, and he also had a twinkle in his eyes, along with an evil grin. Yeah, he heard them. Vampires had good ears, but werewolves were something else entirely.

"Did you hear back from Jessy about the first video yet?" he said.

"N-Not yet, but I'm sure she'll—"

Knock knock.

That was unusual. The only people who knew she was in her apartment were paranormals, and they wouldn't just drop by randomly without a text. Well, the werewolves probably would, but she doubted any of them would drop by randomly, unless they needed Matt or Art. Then—

Bzz bzz. Natasha scooped her phone off the nearby nightstand. ~Hey Tash, it's me.~