My Little Ventrue Pt. 07 Ch. 18

With a slow, teasing motion of her own, she ran her right hand down from her shoulder to her right breast, and trailed through the cum that coated her. Once her fingers reached her nipple, she teased her middle finger around and around her swollen, pink areola, where it jutted out from her large bosom. Instant sparks, tiny jolts of electric pleasure that danced from her large nipple, into her chest, and down to her core.

It was the combination of the gentle, playful friction of fingertips along the engorged skin, combined with the pleasing heat and wetness of her lover's cum, that sparked the greatest pleasure from touching her breasts. In truth, she craved it. Massaging her lover's seed into her skin, and drawing pleasure from her breasts and swollen nipples as she did, had become a regular aspect of their love making. All the better to masturbate with her breasts, as her man licked her sex and fingered her insides.

As she watched the boy between her thighs, she smiled. Jack had proven capable of suppressing the curse twice now, and that settled many of her concerns. It was still a great threat, but after last night, she no longer let it scratch at her thoughts all hours of the night. Jack not only had some degree of control over it, but the curse proved that it desired as other Kindred desired. Perhaps it would become another Viktor, or Tony, or Lucas, and she would be forced to deal with it and its rising ambitions. For now, it had climbed down her list of concerns considerably.

"Jack, my love," she said, talking smoothly, despite the rising pleasure dancing along her thighs, down into her toes. "I have been thinking of Elaine, as of late." Her climax was fast approaching, and she licked her lips slowly, putting on a display for her watching Ventrue. When her words stirred his eyes to open wide, she gently squeezed the whole of her right breast with her right hand, causing his cum to trickle out from between her fingers as she eased her cupping grip down her breasts, before her hand slipped underneath the heavy weight.

"Ou hav?" he said, words muffled.

She laughed. He knew better than to stop kissing her, unless she requested it, and she had not. But, just to remind him, she squeezed his head and neck with her large, curvy, hard thighs, and the boy's eyes went wide again for a single moment, before he resumed his suckling and licking with emphasis. Laughing once again, she released his skull from the death trap of her thick legs, and resumed teasing her breast.

"I have indeed. I cannot help but wonder what she will do, to attempt to draw you from my embrace. I trust her to not perform Disciplines upon you, especially now, considering your condition. And even if you did not carry the curse, she would not resort to such tactics, as you are mine. No, I expect Elaine to attempt to--" Jack started to finger her faster, and her breathing stopped for a moment. Perhaps he was annoyed with her, for teasing him so? His hand hooked about her hip pressed on her pelvis, a couple inches past her sex, and his other hand drove three fingers up toward it in a rapid pulse. Her engorged g-spot lay between the two hands, and the assault sent pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and released a single, precisely arranged moan, with a beautiful pitch and perfect volume, as her insides clenched. The boy ceased licking and suckling, and kept his tongue flat to her clitoris, holding still and letting the bliss spread as he continued to finger her slit. She arched her back slightly, jutting her breasts outward, and while she was making an obvious effort to show off for him, to put her body on display and let her lover drink in the sight of her beauty, it was also true that orgasm was coursing up and down through her. The delightful sparks erupted outward from her sex, earning drops of her juices onto the boy's face and fingers, as the bliss flowed down to her toes, and back up to her chest. She drew the pleasure further, massaging her breasts and teasing her soaked, swollen nipples. With his fingers pressing up against her depths again and again, as she teased her aching areola, massaging his cum into them, she had little trouble milking the pleasure to its fullest.

"I expect her to attempt to seduce more directly," she said, voice a touch softer, and a touch higher. Her climax was only just beginning to fade, after all, and even one as skilled as her could not keep her voice perfectly level, as orgasm aftershocks rippled outward from her between her legs. "She is Ventrue, after all, and does not do subtlety well." Better than a Gangrel, of course, but that meant little.

She relaxed her thighs, releasing them from Jack's head, and the boy lifted it. He kept his fingers inside her though, gently pushing up on her depths, in a similar rhythm to her milking grip on her breasts. Oh yes, she had taught him well. To milk the final sparks of climax was vital, after all.

"And, um, you're just going to let her?"

"Oui." With a small grin she knew her lover recognized, she leaned down for him, kissed him on the forehead, and slipped off the bed. Her legs and breast still tingled with orgasm aftershocks, but alas, she had several emergency meetings to arrange, after all, and could not wait much longer. "I look forward to seeing her fail. And, truthfully, I look forward to watching you squirm as Elaine makes Jennifer seem quaint." Both were terribly attractive Ventrue, and in typical Daeva fashion, perfectly content using their beauty to persuade and manipulate. Unlike Daeva, they did not care to guard themselves with pretense, or disguise their manipulations in any way.

"You really like watching me squirm, don't you?"

"Oui. Call it a guilty pleasure, my love, and punishment, for your rashness last night."

"A guilty pleasure." Her lover frowned at her, but it was a weak frown, melting within moments as she grinned at him through the corner of her eye. "I'm never going to be as comfortable with all this sex stuff as you, am I?"

"Nonsense. With another century or two under your belt, I am sure you will be freed of all sexual... hangups, as people refer to them in present times." As she started touching up her makeup, Jack stepped behind her, and started combing her hair. The both of them were nude, and yet the boy no longer stared at her in unending awe; one of his barriers already shattered. Jack probably did not realize that, were he still human, he would now be comfortable on a nude beach. Mostly.

"I dunno. I don't think it's fair to really call it a hangup that some people just kinda prefer to be private about their sex lives."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. For a lot of people, privacy kinda increases the intimacy, you know?"

"Perhaps." It did not take long to finish; she had been perfecting her beauty for centuries. She smiled at her lover through the mirror, analyzing his expression. "I do not believe it is the literal act of sex where such intimacy is found, my love. I believe proximity is merely the bridge that allows two to connect their emotions, and that that bridge can be built in many ways." Chuckling, she turned around again, and set her hands on the boy's shoulders. Now, he was no longer able to hold his composure, and his gaze fell to her breasts several times before finally stabilizing on her eyes. "I could love you with all my soul, you damned fool, even with ten pairs of legs wrapped around you, and a thousand eyes watching. As long as your hunger, lust, and emotions were centered on me, and mine upon you, that bridge would form without issue."

Jack returned her smile, nodding. "I guess if I get as old as you, I'll be more comfortable with intimacy, or, I mean... well, you know."

"Oui. You will learn to not attach simple, physical touch, as the guiding force of romance." She tapped her chin at that, before she walked over to her wardrobe, and began to dress. "I would be remiss to not mention gender differences. Men, even elder male Kindred, are perhaps a little more limited to opening themselves so."

"Ha, maybe. But then, what about Natasha? Her relationship is pretty unique. I keep expecting to hear that Matt and Art have started fighting over her, and she has to choose. Typical girly paranormal romance trash, right? Instead, all I hear is that they both seem to like her a lot, and are good friends."

"Indeed. I did not expect her relationship to survive as long as it has, before devolving into something juvenile. I underestimated the emotional maturity of Matthew and Arturo." As she slipped on her bra, a black and uplifting thing, she turned to face Jack, so he could watch. He enjoyed watching her, and she enjoyed having his eyes on her. "Our relationship is simpler. We love each other, my love, and others who wish to partake of the sexual energy we create are welcome to do so."

"Are they?" he said, eyes locked firmly onto her body. "I believe you once said you didn't want other Kindred in our bed."

"That I did. Kindred are selfish creatures, that wish to acquire and control all they can. I said I would share our sexual energy, not release to another." She paused in front of the mirror for a moment, considering. "The relationship that has developed between Beatrice and Jennifer has also surprised me, though that is mostly a question of Jennifer, and her bizarre tastes." Grinning, Antoinette slipped into her business skirt, and made sure to display her curvy derriere in its full glory for her lover. "The only Kindred I would trust to respect our relationship, if they joined us, is Elaine." The boy sat up straight again, and she slowly licked a fang as she drank in his reaction. Shock, surprise, wonder. "Does that idea interest you, my love?"

"I uh, I mean, the last thing I want is to do something you don't want to do, Antoinette. And, I mean, I'm already having sex with three women on a regular basis because of you. I'm the luckiest guy on the planet! Last thing I need is even more... you know, women in bed."

"But?" She sensed a but, and she again smiled at the man as she slipped on her white shirt.

"But, um... I gotta admit, I am a guy. There's something alluring about, you know, having more women in bed. Kinda appeals to some lizard brain part of me, I guess? Gotta build my harem." He shrugged at that, as if admitting to tomfoolery. All she could do was laugh at his delicious self awareness."I do kinda like all these experiences you keep putting me through, too. Most of them kinda shock me at the time, and my reflex is to say no, but you put me through them anyway, and I end up kinda loving it."

One of the many reasons she loved her little Ventrue. Not only did he agree to do the things she borderline forced upon him, he was always happier for the experience.

"I am glad to have expanded your tastes, Jack."

"But, I don't know anything about this woman."

"Ah, of course." She came over, sat beside her still naked Ventrue, and set an arm behind him so she could rub his buzzed hair in that way he enjoyed. "Elaine, a tall and curvy woman, not dissimilar to myself. Wavy blonde hair, and exquisitely large breasts, almost as large as mine." Naturally, a comment about breasts was enough to grab Jack's attention, and she laughed as she stroked his buzzed head a little harder. It was a delightful sensation, the feel of such short hair fighting against her fingers, almost prickly.

"I uh, I meant personality, and history. Like, what sort of... things, have you done with her?"

Nodding, she leaned in close, and set her lips to her lover's ear. With slow, husky breaths, she slid her hand down from his head to his back, while her other reached out, slid down his stomach, and reached for his flaccid length. Her touch was signal enough for her surprised Jack to reignite his Blush, and she made one of her perfected, calculated moans for him. She Blushed as well, and licked her tongue along her teeth, preparing.

"Elaine has joined my bed enough times, that we have touched every inch of each other's body, my love. We have locked our legs together, and rubbed our slits against each other's until juices were literally dripping." The boy went rigid once again, as did his shaft in her grip. "I have had a dozen kine paint our breasts in white, and we have rubbed our bodies against each other until the seed was spread and massaged into our skin. I have kissed away the cum of men, and the juices of women, from her breasts, as she has mine. I have held her close and delighted in the sensations of her climaxes, as she was fucked by several men, and women, at once."

"Good... god..."

Laughing, Antoinette pulled Jack up onto the center of the huge bed, light as a feather. She spread his legs, and the boy's body went limp as he submitted; his shaft did anything but.

"I would never invite another Kindred into our bed without your express permission, my love. It is a threshold, a border I would not cross lightly." She lowered herself down onto him, and set her lips to the already wetting head of his cock. Her story had elicited a strong reaction in him, as she knew it would. No doubt he was imagining himself now, painting her breasts with his seed, and watching her rub her body into another curvy woman's bosom. "But, as I said, I trust Elaine, and we know each other well. Something tells me you would enjoy having me sit on your girth, while my friend caresses my body until I climax upon you?"

"I really do wonder why"--his own moan interrupted him, as she slipped her lips around his glans, and began to lick and suckle--"why you enjoy having sex with me so much, with a history like that."

Without removing his cock from her mouth, she rolled her eyes, grinned her succubus grin, and sank her head down onto the naked man's length. Once every inch of his shaft was buried inside, with her leaning down over him between his legs, and Jack lying on his back, she reached out, pressed her hands down against his hard stomach, and bathed his length in bliss. She had done this hundred of times with her lover, and as the boy said, she had quite the history. It took four minutes to bring him the orgasm.

Jack, panting and shaking for the moment with the sheer brute force of the bliss she had forced upon him, managed to push his weight up onto his elbows, and gazed down at where her lips were still locked around the base of him. She knew how to milk him, how to best draw out the final sparks of pleasure, before she at last lifted her head. Swallowing was not necessary. He had cum down her throat, and within five or ten minutes, his seed would fade into nothing more than the faintest trace of dust.

Once she lifted her head, she offered him her succubus smile again as she pat him on the chest lightly. "We have discussed this before."

"I know, I just--"

"Jack, as one becomes well versed in any particular thing, skill, hobby, they go through phases. Excess and indulgence is one of those phases, but with time, it passes, and instead, the practitioner learns to enjoy quality over quantity." She stepped off the bed, found her work shoes, and slipped them off. "The way your eyes sparkle as I bring pleasures to your door, entices me to no end, little Ventrue, in ways no orgy ever could."

The boy sat up, and scratched his head in that wonderful way, as he watched after her. "I'm uh, glad you like them. I grew them myself."

She rolled her eyes at the hilariously poor attempt at humor, but chuckled nonetheless. "And, I admit, your body delights me as well." Standing at the edge of the bed, she leaned over him. Her hands found his abs, and she traced the chiseled lines, the subtle indents at the bottom that hinted at the famous 'eight pack' she knew men -- and women -- craved. His pectorals were equally as defined, with small indentations that ran outside them, and his shoulders, and along his legs. He was a short man, small, but that simply made it easier for her to fit him in her embrace when she wished to.

"I grew that t--"

She slapped his chest, hard, enough to earn a loud slap sound, and send the boy into groans of pain. Exaggerated groans, but groans nonetheless. He enjoyed playing her games. She loved that he did.

"As for Elaine, she has grown to appreciate more refined and specific tastes as well. No more does she bathe in the seed of two dozen men as a weekend treat." Nodding as she dug through her hazy memories, she cleaned the dust from several, and marveled at the sheer excess she and Elaine had once enjoyed. "She once played the proverbial Jezebel, and danced the streets of England centuries ago, pretending to be a whore, and luring men into sexual situations that... damaged their lives, in a way. Once, she had a banker and the owner of an esteemed company fighting each other for her affection. First, with currency, then with fists." Antoinette could not help but laugh at the memory, and the joy of which Elaine told her of her manipulations. A Daeva would have delighted in the obsession of her adoring doters, but Elaine delighted in the skill of which she used to control them. "Another reason to be careful with her, Jack. She does oh so enjoy to manipulate, as most Ventrue do."

"Whoring in England? Like, a prostitute?" Jack sat up, and looked up with thought. Something had sparked a memory in him, and he dug through it, not unlike her. "She, uh, does sound kind of dangerous."

"Indeed. Dangerous, but my oldest friend, save for Daniel. And she is a member of my order. We may trust her, mostly," she said. Again, the boy's eyes looked up, hunting for something in his own mind, but unable to find it. What was he searching for?