My Little Ventrue Pt. 07 Ch. 23

Tash smiled at that. It was true. Samantha had Jack's eyes, and their capacity to say a million words with a single look. Intense eyes.

"Jacob's outside, t-talking with her right now. Should... should I be worried?"

Laughing, Triss shrugged. "Uh, I'm not sure how to answer that. Jacob won't do anything to hurt her, if that's what you mean."

A tricky situation. Tash couldn't outright say she didn't trust Jacob to not do something to Samantha, but then again, it wasn't like Beatrice wouldn't already suspect Tash of suspecting that. How to play this, then? Antoinette could dance the Danse as easily as kine breathed. What would she do? She'd say something that committed to nothing, but held powerful subtext.

"Jacob... is a d-dangerous man," she said. "He makes p-p-people nervous."

Jennifer and Beatrice looked at her, and their eyes widened slightly. Her words were a hint, just a tiny hint, that maybe some people didn't like that Jacob was talking to Samantha. Antoinette didn't. Daniel very much didn't. And Jack most certainly wouldn't. The Prince and the sheriff were scary foes to have, but it was Jack that the witches had seen in action. It was Jack, that the whole city was now a little scared of. It was Jack, that Natasha was warning them about.

"He is dangerous, I'll give you that," Triss said, nodding. "But I'm keeping an eye on him. I can't imagine he's talking with Samantha for any other reason than because he thinks she's interesting. Cross my heart."

Natasha smiled, nodded, and looked around some more. Othello was nearby, and was sharing his ghoul with a woman, a vampire of the Carthians. The poor ghoul was completely naked, dark skin visible for all to see. But, instead of being fucked from the front for a very intimate Kiss, it seemed like she'd already been Kissed, at least a little. He was fucking her from behind, hands wrapped around her hips, her breasts bouncing and her large ass rippling as it collided with his pelvis. The Carthian stood in front of Madison, pressing her chest into the woman's bare breasts, and Kissing her neck, as Othello fucked her into what must have been a fifth or sixth orgasm.

"I don't understand," Sándor said, eyes squinting slightly as he glared around at the ever growing eroticism. "How can everyone be so comfortable with sex?"

Jennifer laughed and pat the man on the arm. "It's what happens when Kindred are at peace, and we have no need to fight for food. When we can enjoy the hunt and the pleasure the Kiss brings and gives, things get sexual very quickly. Combined with the Prince's natural Daeva tendencies, and her view that sexuality should be embraced as an art form, displays such as these are inevitable." After a moment, she tapped her chin with a finger. "Though, they don't usually get so... blatantly sexual. Kindred would normally indulge the kine, but not have sex with them. At least not here."

"I think it's the wolves' fault," Triss said, gesturing to them. "Just the smell of their horniness is bound to draw people in, flies to honey." The pack had spread out quite a bit, and at least half of the pack were sharing their blood with horny vampires. Well, the Uratha had spent many months in Dolareido now, and had made friends with various Kindred. It was only a matter of time before more vampires than Tash or Tilly got to sink their teeth into them.

"You can smell them specifically?" Sándor said.

The three women raised brows as they looked at him.

"You can't?" Jen said.

"No. I hunt by sight."

Ah, like an eagle or something. Well, he was a gargoyle. If it was his Horror's nature to stand on top of super tall buildings, and look down below for tasty targets, quality eyesight over smell made sense.

"We c-can smell it," Tash said. "And, if we can, the Uratha are p-p-probably--"

"Boiling in their clothes," Jennifer said, her evil grin now pointed at Natasha. She knew what Matthew and Arturo were going to do to her, the moment they were out of the party. Or possibly before they were out of the party. If Tash wasn't careful, they might grab her here and now, and fuck her where everyone could see.

Would that be so bad? It wasn't like she was as uncomfortable with sex and her body as she used to be. She'd had sex in front of Jessy and with her ghouls, before she even met Matt and Art! And now she was making sex films, because it was fun and satisfying. It was a project she could nerd-out on, obsess over, master, while also being super enjoyable, sexually speaking. And showing it to Jessy, and Eric, had been nerve racking, but also exciting. The result, knowing that it had been a very arousing watch for them, had been exhilarating, and validating. It felt good, knowing that people found her attractive, and it felt good to show off a little. Antoinette would have loved to hear her say those words.

Of course, there was a difference between the very controlled environment of a film shoot, and knowing only select people would get to see said film, than having sex in the middle of a Kindred ball, where the majority of Kindred would get to see her naked, and penetrated. Too much, way way way too much. Maybe in a hundred years, but for now, too much.

Tash spotted many of the Uratha, but Avery and Clara were gone. Avery probably left to find and have sex with her kine boyfriend, some random man she'd apparently become close with. Clara, she didn't know. Maybe she was still having sex with Jessy's ghouls? If Jessy was attempting to convert Clara into being as sexually open minded as her, it didn't seem to be working. Clara probably felt guilty, for giving into her hormones and having sex with four attractive men, rather than satisfied.

Maybe Tash should talk to Jessy about that.

Shaking out her shoulders a little, Tash adjusted her hair, and looked for her friend. "I'm going t-to talk to Jessy again. I'll speak to you guys later?" Sándor didn't say anything, and continued to look around him, bewildered by the growing orgy. Jen and Triss nodded, though. "And, uh... Sándor, um. I know it's... w-weird, in D-D-Dolareido. But, this is the happiest Kindred have been in... d-decades. This is how a lot of Kindred express that. Sex, and similar things. D-Dolareido is like that." She almost said 'you can enjoy it too', but didn't. It wouldn't be fair to push him too hard, considering what he'd lost. Hopefully Jen realized that.

It took a little while to find Jessy, but she found her at last. She expected to find her having sex with Eric, or at least groping him, but she stood with a glass of blood in her hand, still completely clothed, and not Blushing Life. The wicked grin on her face said a million words. While she was capable of ignoring her arousal, poor Eric looked around with flicking glances, not unlike an animal scanning for prey. The smell of sex, of lust, hunger, sweat, and blood, was driving him closer and closer to an animal frenzy.

"Tash," Jessy said, "those witches looking to fuck Sándor?"

"Um, I... don't think so. Jen's d-definitely trying to make him an ally, but I don't know if she's actively trying to have s-sex with him." Jen was young, and Natasha still didn't understand her very well, except that she carried the same confidence and directness most Ventrue did. At the last ball, she'd gotten her hands and breasts quite messy, pleasuring multiple kine for the feast. To see her take her time with Sándor was confusing. Then again, Sándor seemed to have more than enough self control to dismiss her if she pushed him too hard.

Beatrice was the reason. Jennifer liked Beatrice, a lot. Her behavior had changed because of her, and if Jennifer was trying to seduce Sándor, she was doing it because she thought it was a way to help Triss. The thought made Tash smile. Well, good luck to her, because Sándor looked like as hard a nut to crack as Daniel.

"Well, I hope they succeed," Jessy said. "Dude's fucking crazy strong."

Eric nodded. "Yeah, he is."

"And hot," Jessy amended.

Eric rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I guess he is."

Jessy laughed and thumped her boyfriend in the shoulder with her free hand. "Ha, gay." Politically correct, Jessy was not.

Tash smiled at Eric. "Um, how are you d-doing? Things are getting... p-pretty crazy."

The man shook his head, a hard shake meant to dislodge rising thoughts. "Even at the craziest parties I went to at the height of my fighting career, with people getting wasted and high in every corner of the room, snorting lines off tits and silver trays, people didn't start fucking like this." He frowned, scratched his neck, and looked beside him at how one of the waitresses, now completely naked, was still taking her tray of blood-filled glasses around. From the look on her face, and hardness of her nipples, she was just waiting for someone to pounce her and Kiss her. "Granted, they were a lot louder, and sometimes rowdier."

The beautiful waitress came close to Jessy, Eric, and Tash, obviously hoping for something to happen, but Jessy shooed her along, and the poor girl walked away. Natasha had no doubt someone would satisfy her before the night was done, though; Kindred only grew hornier the more they fed, not the other way around.

"I can see it," Jessy said, "a bunch of rich fucks, hanging out at a celebrity party, cutting loose after a fight? I wonder how many of them were just kids, barely eighteen, living the highlife on their parents' money."

"A lot of them. Way too damn young and stupid." No wonder Eric had a thing about wanting to clean up some of the drug abuse in Dolareido, if it'd been a part of his environment as a poor child, and then again as a rich adult. The werewolf shrugged, and took a sip of his wine. Probably not a good idea, considering that being intoxicated was why so many Uratha were giving themselves over to their arousal.

"I'm surprised you're... not... I d-don't know, groping Eric, or that waitress," Tash said, gesturing at the naked woman walking away with the tray.

Jessy laughed. "Eric thinks I'm a hornball with no control. I'm proving him wrong."

Poor, poor Eric. As long as Jessy didn't Blush Life, or feast on someone, her body would remain a lifeless husk, incapable of being physically aroused. Mentally was a different matter, and Tash could see Jessy's eyes jumping to the various sexual displays. She watched the naked waitress walk away, and then looked down at Eric's crotch. He wasn't erect, but he was getting there.

As if cursed by some sort of sex god, determined to make her life awkward, Matthew and Arturo joined Natasha. The two men stood behind her, leaned down, and each planted a kiss on her cheeks at the same time. So close, she could smell the hunger on them.

"This party," Matthew said, "uh... took off, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did!" Jessy said, raising a glass. "Finally. I'd heard stories about how sexy these parties used to get, back before my time. Glad to see people getting Kissed and fucked in the open like this."

"Because you want to corrupt everyone," Eric said.

"Yes, corrupt them with the awesomeness that is sex. The Prince knows what she's talking about. Everyone should get over their shit, and fuck in the streets."

Arturo laughed, smiling. "I don't think even the Prince and Invictus could suppress the news bomb of people fucking in the streets."

Fantasy ruined, Jessy sighed and lowered her drink. "Yeah. That sucks." Before anyone else could say anything, she smiled an evil smile and looked at Tash and her two boyfriends. "I look forward to more movies, by the way."

Natasha frowned, squirmed, and glanced up at the two men. They blushed, but barely. They weren't embarrassed, or at least not very much. They probably just didn't know how to take a compliment.

Eric coughed, and did his best to not look the two men in the eyes. "It won't be long before the Prince, or Jessy, has us all--"

"No no!" Tash said, waving her hands. "No no, no. T-Too much."

Everyone laughed, and then stopped, as Fiona dragged Damien past them.

"Up 'ere!"

"There's a way up to the roof from here, yeah."

"Then let's go! Ah want to see the roof!"

Tash coughed, and stared at Fiona as she guided the vampire up the stairs the way the Prince had gone. She was a very horny drunk, and apparently, very intent on fucking Damien. Poor Damien. If there was anyone in Dolareido who understood Tash's pain in balls like this, it was Damien, and now his girlfriend was dragging him off somewhere to likely have sex.

That said, Damien had a dark side. He was calm, collected, cool and quiet on the outside, like Daniel, but Tash knew better. There was an aggressive aspect to him, hidden underneath that cold exterior. If Damien could be coaxed out of his shell, he would probably be quite the sexual animal, same as Tash knew she was.

What kind of man was Damien, when he gave into arousal?

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~~Jack~~

Mulder and Scully flew down, and perched on a nearby power line. They didn't know who Elaine was, and until they did, they were probably happier staying out of immediate reach of potential attackers. He smiled up at them, but snapped his head back to Elaine a moment later.

"All this time, and you never told me Viktor was your childe?" Antoinette said. "And... and... contaminated by the Strix curse?"

"I did not want that stain to be a... a wedge between us."

"And yet you let him come with me to Dolareido, to help forge this city."

Elaine frowned at her, stepped up to her, and touched her arm. "I knew you could protect yourself. Daniel was with you, as was Jacob. And I did not expect Viktor to become an enemy."

The Prince sighed, but didn't step away from her friend. "And the curse?"

"I asked Sándor," Jack said, "if he could see the things I know give the curse away. He said she looks perfectly normal. She's not cursed."

Antoinette raised a brow at that, but Elaine cut in before she could say anything.

"I rarely ever deal with Begotten. I had no idea they could see the curse."

Jack nodded. "They can see the monster in everyone. They say it's difficult to pin down exactly what a Kindred's Beast looks like, except that they saw chains on mine and Julias's, and... and that mine has ditched the chains, and is now grown, and twisted. Infected."

The two women looked at him then, and the difference in their expressions was startling. Antoinette was stuck somewhere between pity and surprise, concerned about him, and shocked about the whole situation. Elaine's was stuck somewhere between intrigue and dismay, probably unhappy that he knew her secret and that she was forced to share it. Her intrigue, on the other hand, sent a little chill through him. It wasn't sexual, but her eyes were pointed at him. Intrigue in the curse?

"You should have told me, Elaine."

"Yes, well, surely you can understand why I wanted to avoid speaking of Viktor. The man quickly became a... cruel creature."

"Yes, I remember you introducing me to him, when he was still a neonate. A... hazy memory, but I remember his cold, subtle rancor." Sighing, Antoinette pushed her friend's hand away. Gently, softly, but still away. "Yes, I can understand. Tony became a menace, as I have told you."

"After embracing Viktor, and enjoying the pleasures that path in life took me, I realized how... problematic he was quickly becoming." Sighing, she shrugged, and started to slowly pace in a circle. But before she could continue, Jack jumped in.

"You got rid of the curse. I assume that's why? Because you saw the sort of person Viktor was becoming?"

"There were many reasons. And many were greatly personal, reasons I do not wish to divulge. Some of them are lost to time, and the haze that curses all elders."

He frowned. He needed details. Her avoiding giving them was a big red flag waving in the night sky. She should have been bombarding him with details, offering help, doing something to solve his dilemma, if she really was Antoinette's friend. Why wasn't she?

"I want this curse gone, Elaine," he said.

She raised a brow at that. "Do you?"

"Yes."

A small frown flickered across her face, before she strutted up to him. He did him damnedest to not stare at her breasts through the see-through dress.

"Why?"

"Why?" His frown only grew, even as hers disappeared. "Because--" He stopped, and looked to Antoinette. This was a conversation they should have been having in private, just him and his lover. He didn't like exposing this part of himself, especially to a stranger. But Elaine was his great grandsire. He had to say something to her, if only to try and get on her good side. She wasn't infected anymore, and maybe she could help him accomplish the same. "Because the curse is a sick and twisted thing. It crawls into my thoughts and... christ, it's fucked up, Elaine."

The flicker of pain on Antoinette's face cut into his insides. Elaine didn't show pain, just more of that intrigue.

"I can only assume," Antoinette said, "that the reason you have come to Dolareido this time, is a desire to interact with Jack, now that his curse has been unleashed."

Elaine slid behind him, and he struggled to keep looking ahead to Antoinette. If Antoinette was comfortable with Elaine stepping behind him, then she didn't think her old friend would suddenly attack him. Still, it made him nervous, and he glanced to the side to see how Mulder and Scully were reacting. They watched, like hawks.

It made him especially nervous, when Elaine set her hands on his shoulders, still behind him.

"Yes, I admit it. I have come to... bear witness, to this moment. I have come to document, study, and learn. I have come to understand this thing that my sire had sealed away from her, that I abandoned, and--"

"Susanna," Jack winced with the name. "Your sire Susanna."

"Susanna. I have... forgotten nearly everything about her, memories worn by the sands of time."

"Know what happened to her?"

"No. I imagine she is dead." Elaine stepped out from behind him, and leaned her ass against the railing beside him. "With her lust for carnage, I imagine someone has killed her. There is no way she could have survived all these centuries with no one knowing about her."

Antoinette watched, silent, analyzing. This whole thing had come as quite a shock to her, too, and Jack could see the frustration and pain hidden in her stone gaze. She felt betrayed by Elaine's secrets.

"How did you get rid of the curse?" he said.

"I do not know."

He turned to face her directly. "Um, what?" Well, that would explain why she wasn't bombarding him with details on what to do to fix his problem.

"It was centuries ago. I have... blurry memories to offer you, but I fear they will not aid you."

Sighing, he shrugged, and leaned his ass against the railing a few feet from her, eyes pointed down at the roof underneath them. "I guess it was pretty dumb of me to expect a... convenient solution to my problem."

"Indeed," Elaine said. "I am not here to solve your problems. I am here because I am a dragon, an Architect of Terror, with a need to know and learn of the Beast. That does not mean I will not aid you if I can. And..." With a quiet chuckle, she gestured to Antoinette, hand outstretched, and waited with open palm. "I wanted to visit my old friend, and this new lover she speaks of, this young man who has filled a hole left by that loathsome Tony. Knowing that it was my great grandchilde that has helped her, was a secret I was dying to share with her. But I did not know how, until you forced my hand."

With a heavy sigh, Antoinette walked over, took Elaine's hand, and pulled her into a hug. Seeing Antoinette hug someone almost as tall, and almost as busty as her, was a strange mix of emotional, and comical. Antoinette didn't normally let her guard down like that, but with Elaine, she did. The only people Jack had ever seen Antoinette be even half this open with, was himself and her ghouls. And it was funny how the two of them were too busty to actually get in a proper hug without things getting in the way. Funny, and erotic.