My Little Ventrue Pt. 07 Ch. 19

"Carnal indulgence."

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~~Eric~~

"Man, looks like so much shit happened while we were getting shut down by Flow. Can't believe we missed it."

Eric raised a brow as he blinked at the woman. The two of them were in his apartment again, and Kat slept in the living room while they were in his bedroom. She was lying down on her stomach on his bed, and she had her laptop open and in front of him. It was clear she was working some slick software, typing in messages to various people, and speaking in code words Eric didn't know. Well, that made sense. A secret organization of high tech vamps probably did all the crazy shit he'd seen in spy movies.

"Um, yeah. Think you can focus on--"

"Eric, I'm a little busy. Just keep doing what you're doing. I'll be with you in a minute, or ten."

He frowned down at the naked woman underneath him, and gave her ass a rather harsh slap. The huge, firm mounds jiggled hypnotically, but she didn't flinch or react otherwise. She laughed, grinned at him from over her shoulder, and got back to typing.

Rolling his eyes, he eased his hips back, sliding his shaft out of her several inches, before he slowly sank himself balls deep into her ass once again. She had several pillows under her hips, putting her ass up in the air for him, and she'd insisted he fuck her while she did some work. And, well, he was horny. Can't blame a guy for fucking his girlfriend when she shakes her booty at him, right?

Somehow, despite the wholly unsexy situation, and despite having immediately jumped into anal sex with absolutely zero foreplay, he could feel some subtle wetness forming along the lips of her sex, as he ground himself into her ass until his hanging testicles nudged them. And that was strangely hot. She wasn't paying him any mind, and was looking through what looked like financial reports from Xnomina, and updates from other Kindred about secret things. Despite that, with each gentle thrust of his length into her well-lubed butt, he could feel her body responding. A wet spot was growing on the pillow underneath her slit, where her pelvis rested.

She had her legs almost completely together, and his were outside them, weight on his knees, so she was lying, and he was basically sitting on his knees and her thighs. A very casual, leisurely way to fuck. It was especially nice for him, cause with her ass in the air from the pillows, and him sitting around her legs, he barely had to do anything. With his hands on her hips, all it took was a little thrust, and he was treated to the most amazing sight in the world: a fit woman's large ass wrapping his length, jiggling with the soft impact, and pressing toward her back as he pushed his pelvis forward. Hell, several times he simply buried himself inside her, and ground into her, just to watch her ass and how its mounds pushed toward her lower back.

He sank his fingers into the meat of her ass, and massaged, working the muscles in with his thumbs, and earning a small groan from Jessy. Bingo. She squeezed her ass together, and he shivered as the ring of muscle around the base of his length gripped tight, before she released her grip on him.

"Jeeze, these reports are so dull. Jack and friends got to have all the fun. Everyone else in the city was quiet, except for a scuffle between Joe and Hella. Fucking Gangrels."

Eric laughed. This woman, good god. "You're a Gangrel."

"No shit! And I make my boss's life hell all the time. Now my Gangrel subordinates are making my life hell."

"She's your subordinate?"

"Eh, not exactly. I'm a Right Hand, so I have access to all the data the rest of the Invictus puts out. When someone does something super dumb, I might have to clean up the mess. So, subordinate, no, but I'll break her god damn skull if she stirs up more trouble with Joe."

He leaned down over her, and set a kiss on the back of her neck. Instant shivers. "We were causing trouble with Joe not long ago." More than trouble. Eric had transformed, Caleb had transformed, and the two of them had practically destroyed a building, until her sire interfered.

She swatted at him, wearing a comedic and exaggerated frown before she looked back to her laptop. "They started it, that time."

"But not this time?"

"No. Hella wanted some revenge, apparently."

"I see." Right, revenge. He was tempted to bring up Julias, about how Jack had killed Angela and had gotten his revenge, and see how Jessy reacted to it. Then again, maybe it was time he start putting his boyfriend knowledge to use, and see if he could read her.

What did Jessy do when she was feeling sad? The sadder she felt, the more outgoing she was, the harder she tried to be sexual, to be social, to distract herself. The last thing Jessy liked doing was thinking about things, and when Julias died, she'd tried extra hard to get Eric to come to the club with her, dance with her, and after the initial shock, fuck her. She was smarter than she let on, wiser, but she hated contemplating things. If she was contemplating, she probably had some unconscious tick telling her she was wasting her energy, when she could be having fun.

Now, she'd literally just lain on his bed naked, and told him to fuck her, cause she was busy and had to take care of some work stuff. Of course he'd suggested they have sex later, but she told him that, after getting shutdown by Flowing Sanctuary, the least she could do to make it up to him was let him fuck her ass while she did some work. She'd even said don't worry about making her orgasm, cause she had to get her work done asap. Well, he'd make sure to surprise her.

So, boyfriend detective work completed, he came to a conclusion: she was happier. Not completely happy, and probably still grieving, but happier than she'd been, after learning that Jack had gotten revenge and killed Julias's killer. And that made him happy. God, that was a nice feeling, just feeling better because she was feeling better. It'd been forever since he felt that way.

"So there's a party, in a few days I think. A ball. You weren't at the last one, right? Should be a lot of fun. Wanna be my date?"

"A ball?"

"Mhmm. Shit load of vamps will be there, probably a bunch of the werewolves, and maybe even some of the monsters. I doubt Athalia will be there, but Fiona probably will be." She grinned over her shoulder at him again, and bounced her ass up and down for him a few times. The way it rippled was beyond hypnotizing. "Remember her? God damn, she was hot. Huge tits that shook like jelly."

"She has a boyfriend." Though, Jessy was right, Fiona had been terribly attractive, in that cute and curvy sorta way. Twice he'd almost had sex with her, and he was glad he didn't. Too young, emotionally speaking.

"Yeah, I know. She got her hands on Emo Boy." Laughing, she shrugged and got back to work. "Though Damien is pretty hot, I admit. That half buzzed head look, long black hair on the other side? Plus, I've seen him changing gear at the HQ, and he's built like a fucking ninja. Skinnier than you, but damn, those abs."

Eric rolled his eyes, and looked down at his own body. His muscles had grown a little since his awakening, and his body fat percentage had dropped a little as well, turning his abs into a rather chiseled washboard. No wonder everyone in Avery's pack were so fit. They were all on natural steroids, and now he was too. He'd always been a fairly lean fighter, but he'd gone up a weight class in the past year, despite having apparently lost a few pounds of fat. All muscle. He kinda liked it, and he could tell Jessy liked it as well; considering the size of her ghouls, it made sense.

"So it's a ball for paranormals?" A quiet groan escaped him, and he stopped his gentle thrusting as he felt the first tingles of a rising orgasm. Warmth grew between his legs underneath his testicles, and he breathed deep to calm his body. Eventually, the heat settled, and his glans no longer sent tingling sparks down his length. A couple moments after that, he was able to start thrusting again, nice and slow, each to the base so he could see the glorious sight of her ass pushing toward her lower back each time.

"Dude, just cum. You're a fucking werewolf, you can go like twice more."

"Doesn't mean I don't want to make each one last."

Chuckling, she tapped on her keys a few times, and used the track pad to bring up a picture of a building. "The Black Hall. The Prince's favorite building for hosting balls. No one outside can see inside, so it's a great place for Kindred to really indulge in what we do, you know? Last time, there must have been a hundred thralls or ghouls, probably more, being shared around. And at least half of them were naked and thoroughly drained by the end of the party. Drained in both ways, you know?" She sighed happily, and pushed her ass back into him as she recalled a memory. "So many tits out, and pussies being licked and fingered. So many kine dicks getting stroked and sucked. Orgasm makes the blood taste a little different, you know."

Wow. That definitely painted an image. "Really?"

"Yeap. Most of the young vamps aren't comfortable enough yet, but the ones with a couple decades under their belt were all over it. No Kindred actually did any fucking, but some of the girls had their tits out, to give the guy kine plenty of encouragement when they started stroking them off, or sucking them off. And while that was happening, Kindred took turns Kissing them, slowly draining them. Same for the girl kine. Never seen girls cum as hard as some of those ghouls, when they got surrounded by Kindred, usually dudes, and were fingered, choked, and Kissed." Jessy started pushing her ass back into him harder, some small moans of her own slipping into her words as she recounted the tale. "God, I love this city."

"Clearly." He laughed, but it faded quick as he started to thrust faster, and tightened his grip on her hips as he did. Each thrust was enough to have her ass shaking back and forth, a wave that met his rhythm with each lap. She squeezed on him in spurts as well, tight ring of muscle locking firm along his length as he worked himself in and out of her.

When his cum started to flood her insides, Jessy grinned at him again, rolled her eyes, and got back to work. "Finally."

"Hey," he managed to say, "I'm... just..." His words faded as he continued work his hips in motion, using the strength of his arms to make sure she didn't go anywhere, as he sank each thrust balls deep into her. He could feel his own cum coating his length inside her ass along with all the lubricant, and he shivered as each stroke sent powerful waves of bliss down his length, and into his core and testicles. And, of course, he could not take his eyes off the sight of her ass as he filled her.

"K, you keep going. I gotta finish a quick report here." And back to typing.

Luna bless Uratha longevity, he supposed. He could keep going. Paranormals may have had hard lives, but they were utterly spoiled for sex.

He started fucking her again, nice and slow, and he smiled as he noticed the wet spot where her mons sat on the pillows had grown quite a bit. What a sneak, pretending to be more into her work than she was. Or, maybe she really was focused on her work, and just knew how to do that while aroused anyway. Probably the latter, now that he thought about it. Well, he wasn't in any rush. The night was young, and he was perfectly content to keep fucking her while she finished up her work. He'd make sure she was satisfied after she was done, but until then, back to slow, deep thrusts.

Ten minutes later, she flicked her hand toward her laptop screen. "Oh my fucking god. Terra Den is going full hostile takeover on Xnomina. Fucking assholes. I'm going to have to pay them a visit."

"I could come, if you need back up. I still have bone to pick with them."

"Heh, I guess you do." That sparked her interest, and she looked over her shoulder at him, contemplating. "Yeah, actually, I think I will bring you. Jack or Damien will probably come, too. It'll be a proper conversation for the Right Hands. And--oh, speaking of, I need to call Natasha, and I see she's online. You mind?"

"Now?"

"Sure. I mean come on, we've both seen her naked, getting DP'd by her boyfriends. I seriously doubt it'll be a problem if she hears my cheeks clapping a bit."

He laughed again. God damn it, she was too funny, and utterly spoiling the mood. "Fine." In the past, he'd have been concerned something like that would destroy his erection; awkwardness had a habit of doing that to any man. But since the wolf spirit took up residence in his guts, it was the last thing he was worried about. The creature inside constantly begged for an outlet for his energy, his hungers and needs, and Jessy was content to take advantage, or in this case, placate. And, with all the things that'd happened to him since he'd met Jessy, phone call sex probably wouldn't affect him at all.

Nodding, she set the laptop out a little further from her, maybe two feet from her head on the sheets, and dialed Natasha on some app he didn't recognize. Probably something specific to the Invictus or Xnomina.

When Natasha's picture came up on the screen, and then started moving, Eric quickly realized it wasn't a phone call, it was a video call.

"Hey Jessy, I-oh my g-g-god! Eric, I... um..." Natasha threw her hands up to her eyes, covering them and most of her face with both palms. "Jessy, you d-d-dumbass!"

"Hey Tash. Wanted to ask about the ball. I assume you know more than me, what with it being your boss's party." Laughing, Jessy shook her head, and looked back at Eric so she could grin at him before looking back at her friend. "Oh come on, lower your hands. We've both seen that video you sent, and you know it. I think we're past the shy phase, right?"

Frowning, Natasha shook her head, refusing to lower her hands; except one, and just enough so Tash could get a peek. Eric squinted at the corner picture, which showed the video feed that Natasha could see. Yeap, there was Eric, and Jessy. Most of the picture was Jessy, weight on her elbows, breasts hanging underneath her, but the laptop was angled and off to the side just enough so Tash could see the way Jessy's back was arched down toward the bed, with her ass up in the air propped up by pillows. Eric, with his knees out and around Jessy's body, was on full display in the background of the video, though the actual penetration was hidden by Jessy's ass.

"That was a video! This is... l-live."

"Don't worry about it. Seriously, about the ball. Got any details for me? It's pretty sudden. A few days isn't exactly a long time to plan."

Sighing, Natasha spread the fingers of one hand enough so a single eye peeked out. "Um. Uh... Antoinette says she d-doesn't expect there to be as much... you know, kine b-being molested, this time. Maybe some? Jack's m-mom is going to be there, and--"

"Oh come on, really? That's the opposite of what she should do! The hunters are dead, and we should celebrate! Balls to the walls celebration. And Samantha's a Daeva. She's been to Bloodlust before, and I can just tell she's itching to fuck someone."

"N-No no no. Jessy, not every D-Daeva is like that."

"Bullshit." Shrugging, Jessy slid the laptop further to the side, and then more toward her profile. Now, while Jessy was still the main focus of the video, her large breasts were hidden by her left arm, where her elbows were propping up her chest and shoulders. It wasn't her breasts Jessy wanted her friend to see, it was the arching body of the athletic woman, and how Eric's thrusts were making her ass jiggle back and forth.

If he'd told her to turn it off, Jessy would have turned it off. She may have shocked him by making it a video call without telling him, but she wasn't so mean that she'd keep making him do something he didn't want to do. He really liked that about her, the fun balance she had, being aggressive with her ideas and her wants, but also leaving room for him to say no. Natasha would certainly understand if he did.

The only thing stopping him from closing the laptop was, he was kinda enjoying this. It was obvious Natasha wanted to watch, and was trying to not. Both hands were still on her face, but both had also spread her fingers enough that she was watching anyway. Damn it, Jessy had corrupted the both of them.

"Daeva," Jessy continued, "are hornier than anyone, all the time."

Her friend shook her head. "That's, um... racism?"

"Ha, it's not racism. Daeva -- at least the ones in Dolareido -- obsess over sex, and you know it. Samantha will give into the Prince's 'sex for everyone, anywhere, anytime' philosophy sooner or later. I mean come on, look at who her sire is."

With an exaggerated and obviously not truly serious groan of annoyance, Natasha lowered her hands and glared at Jessy. "She's d-depressed! Bad things have happened, Jessy. And now, thanks to J-Jack, maybe she can start to... heal..." Her eyes ran down Jessy's body, and landed on Eric's.

Eric moved his left arm off Jessy's hip, and set it on his own hip. It let the tiny vampire see his body. He didn't even think to do it, he just did it, showing off for the crowd a bit like he did back in the old days when he was a fighter. The last thing he expected to do tonight was put on a porn show for someone, but considering how much he'd seen of Natasha, and how close Jessy and Natasha were, he probably should have. And, despite himself, the old thrill came back to him, the joy of having an audience, of having the people in their seats focused on him.

MMA fighting was a spectator sport, after all, and he'd been drawn to it because... because of a lot of reasons, really. He liked being in shape, he liked the skill of fighting, and he liked money. But damn, he'd forgotten how awesome it felt to have people watching you, their attention focused on you, as you did what you did. Back then, the thing he did was kicking ass. Now, because Jessy was an evil woman content to corrupt everyone around her, it was fucking her ass.

"You know what heals? Sex! Sex heals. Sex, with the Kiss, is a concoction that will soothe her soul." Jessy turned her torso over, propped her head up on her right fist with elbow to the sheets, and reached out with her left hand to start working her laptop again. Surprising that she didn't start doing something a lot more blatant, like playing with her breasts and putting on an even lewder show. But, she was serious about having work to do, and she pulled up another app on the screen with her left hand, and scrolled through blocks of information. More stuff about Xnomina. Looked like receipts for purchases of things Eric couldn't understand, ID codes likes XEMR233 and FRTE421.

"M-Maybe, but--"

"Jesus Christ, have you seen these reports, Tash? Terra Den is royally screwing with us."

"What? N-No, I haven't seen them. I'm not an Invictus anymore, remember?"

"Ah, right. Figured you might have been spying on Xnomina's purchase history or something, you know? Guess you wouldn't be allowed to tell me if you were."

"And are you... w-working?"

"Yeah."

Natasha's frown returned all the meaner. "You're having sex, right n-n-now! P-Poor Eric."

"Poor Eric? Dude's getting treated to the best ass this side of the planet." She reached behind her with that left hand, and gave her ass a good slap. It rippled with the impact, a large ripple that faded quickly. Large as Jessy's ass was, it was mostly muscle, and damn firm.

And of course, Natasha's eyes went to Jessy's ass. They stayed there for a while, and Eric could see from the mirror video in the corner of the screen, that the tiny vampire could see a bit of Eric's cock as he eased out of Jessy, before sinking back into her. It wasn't long before the vampire was looking at him again, his abs, his ass, and frequently looking back to where he was penetrating his lover. The angle made it obvious which hole he was fucking.