My Little Ventrue Pt. 07 Ch. 24

He struggled to keep his thrusts slow, but the images they were painting were driving him insane.

"Or," Antoinette added, "I have many toys, some that would allow us to join and fuck each other, legs entwined."

Scissoring? Gulp.

"But then what will your precious boy toy here be left with?"

Antoinette leaned in this time, and mirrored what Elaine did moments before, kissing the side of her neck opposite of Jack, so he could see how their breasts squashed all the harder around his cock when she did. And of course, see the pleasure in Elaine's eyes as the Prince set a hungry kiss on her skin.

"He will be forced to content himself with our breasts, and our mouths."

The conversation, obviously meant to tease him into a frenzy, would have sounded utterly silly and dumb, if it wasn't for the situation. Not only were they perfectly willing to do the things they were saying, they said them while he was fucking their breasts. It turned the cheesy dialogue into a very real stimulus, mixed with enough heat and hormones -- fake, but still effective -- running through his body to make anything resembling a flirt sound intoxicatingly erotic. The fluttering of their eyelashes, the subtle up-and-down shifting of their chests, the husky, quiet moans, it was all a perfectly choreographed danced the two women had mastered centuries ago, to make people like him completely lose their minds.

It was working.

"Perhaps tomorrow night," Elaine said, "instead of you, you will let me wrap my legs around him?"

Antoinette's chuckle was gentle, husky, and obviously meant to sound sexy. God damn it, she was too good. "I have struggled to not let sexual addiction run our second lives, Elaine. I fear you will be my undoing."

Chuckling in the same way Antoinette did, husky, with pleasant moans thrown in, Elaine leaned backed in, and started to kiss along the Prince's neck. The kisses went higher, and higher, teasing along her neck and under her jawline.

"We have both known Kindred who literally had ghouls eating their cunts and devouring their cocks during Primogen meetings, Ann."

"Even we do not do that in Dolareido."

Jack suppressed his smile. Yeah, they didn't do that, but if the covenants got along better, they probably would.

"Then why the concern?" Elaine said between her kisses, each placed with delicate precision leading back down onto Antoinette's shoulder further from Jack.

"Because my poor little Ventrue here is soon to have his third orgasm, and knowing you, you will push it to six, or seven... or twenty." Antoinette nudged her cheek down against Elaine's, encouraging her friend to continue kissing. "You may damage his sanity, or turn him into a mindless addict."

"I can assure you, Delavon enjoyed his stay with us."

"I am sure he did, what he can remember of it."

"Twenty times?" Jack said, eyes shifting between where his glans poked up between the four breasts at the apex of each thrust, and Antoinette's teasing gaze.

"Oui, vingt. Elaine tied the poor man up, and being a young Mekhet, he could not escape." She laughed again, and pushed herself harder against her friend's breasts, trapping his cock in more slippery heaven. "Naturally, my cruel friend tortured every climax from him. It took the entire night."

"You enjoyed it," Elaine said. She matched Antoinette's pressure, and Jack did his best to keep up his rhythmic thrusting, as the two women squashed their bodies against each other, with him between them. "I expect to be in the city for some time. We elders do not travel often, Jack, as you can imagine." She grinned up at him, licking her lips. "I do hope we can do this regularly? These old stories stir such wonderful memories, and awaken urges I have not indulged in decades." Her eyes told a thousand stories with just a glance. They weren't eyes like Ashley and Julee, where each night was an explosive experience full of delightful flavors that threatened to overwhelm them. They were experienced eyes like Antoinette's, eyes that had seen tens of thousands of sexual scenarios, and had refined her taste over the centuries like an immortal wine connoisseur.

Two women, who'd had sex with each other hundreds of times, and sex with probably tens of thousands of other people, and now complete and total experts in the art, were bathing his cock in their breasts. It was enough to make his eyes roll up as the pleasure waves started down his swollen glans, into his pelvis and underneath, until he shuddered. He forced his eyes open and down, refusing to miss this, as he started to cum.

"I do believe," Antoinette said, grinning up at him for a moment before looking down at where his hard, desperate thrusts caused his cock's head to poke up between their jiggling breasts, "that my love and I would enjoy that."

A gush of cum rose over the splashing water, the heavy strand coating one of Antoinette's breasts, until Elaine raised her torso a few inches, causing her bosom to slide up along Antoinette's until the next gush of fluid landed on her breasts instead. Their up-and-down rhythm was subtle, just enough to occasionally alter whose breasts was coated in cum in between Jack's thrusts. Each thrust was hard enough to make the whole bed of supple skin ripple in the hot water, and bathe his length in the massaging pressure of their tits.

"I would indeed," Elaine said, also looking down, and smiling at the sight of his cum squirting up from the bed of cleavage. "Would you, Jack?" She pressed her body in as snug as she could, making sure each thrust was so, damn, fucking, good. Just the sight of their breasts, struggling to fit into the tight space they were making, was enough to have him melting. But the heavenly friction of their lubed, cum-soaked pillows surrounding his cock as he fucked the bed of cleavage, was almost painfully blissful.

Much as a Kindred's Blush of Life allowed vampires to manipulate their bodies, and push them to some pretty absurd extremes, sexually speaking, he couldn't cum forever. But he did his best, and focused on keeping the part of the Blush that allowed, and triggered sexual desire, to keep going. When his orgasm finally started to fade, he gulped down at the sight of both women's breasts coated in cum, and finally stopped thrusting. Four breasts, each with several heavy strands of white cum, eased their pressure, and started to float in the hot water. But they didn't back away completely, content to keep his cock half buried inside the hot, heavy heaven.

"I... I think I would," he managed to say between pants.

"Wonderful," his lover said, and she stood up. Elaine did as well. The two of them looked at him over their shoulder, and without saying a word, or even looking at each other to confirm what they were about to do, they both raised their hands, and started to slowly massage his cum into their skin. Close enough so their breasts touched, they rubbed, caressed, and teased each other, their fingers overflowing with his cum, and soon his white fluid trickled down their stomachs, and along the undersides of their heavy breasts.

These two women really were going to kill him with sex. Ah well, it was a good way to die.

Chuckling, the Prince ran her fingers through the water to wash them, took his hand, and pulled him toward her as she stepped out of the tub. Elaine walked beside her, and the two of them laughed between themselves as Jack followed along, staring at the two women's asses, and the back contours of their jiggling, swaying breasts. They knew he was, and when they glanced back, they laughed again.

Antoinette was enjoying this, and that surprised him a bit. He knew she'd enjoy spoiling the ever loving shit out of him, because she really got off on watching him struggle to manage new, or massive amounts pleasure. But, she was really, really enjoying this. There was a bounce in her step, and he smiled as he noticed her glances occasionally jump to Elaine. Much as Antoinette was attracted to Elaine, those weren't the sort of glances she made when she was thinking sexual thoughts. Her glances to her friend were the sort of glances Jack and Damien made when they were having fun, or sharing a hidden joke.

The two elders were having fun. And, well, that was such a nice change over the past few months, he smiled. Yeah, the whole night had been a ridiculous indulgence of every fantasy a guy like him could have, and he knew Antoinette was doing it half just to treat him because of how rough his life had been lately. But, she was also half doing it because she found it fun.

Fun was good.

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He gawked as he watched Antoinette and Elaine. Either the two women were psychic, or they just understood each other on a strange, succubus wavelength that allowed them remain in sync, without saying a word. Antoinette took Elaine to her favorite shower, the large one of black marble -- always with the fancy black marble with the white veins -- and with a huge slanted split overhead that poured hot water like a waterfall. They slipped out of their thongs, exposing their smooth slits, and as Antoinette turned on the water, Elaine reached for the soap.

Jack stood outside the shower, naked, and watched the two women begin to lather each other. Not themselves, each other. Vampires didn't need to bathe unless they got something on them; in this case, very thick silicone-based lube. Jack, paralyzed, stood there and watched the two women soap up their bodies, specifically their coated breasts. Chuckling, they half looked at him, half looked at what their hands were doing, and began to wash away the soap under the falling water.

Part of Jack could tell he was standing there, five feet away, frozen and hard again. A much larger part was hypnotized, turning off all thought, and bound by the spell of the two women washing each other.

"I trust my quarters are prepared?" Elaine said. "As are the accommodations for my servants?"

"Of course." Nodding, Antoinette stopped washing Elaine's now clean breasts, and took Jack by the shoulder. Soon, he was standing with his back against Antoinette's stomach, and she, looking down over him from behind him, reached down, and covered his hard length in soap. "How long did you imagine you would be staying, dear friend?"

"Six months at minimum, but I am not sure. I would love to see your latest research." Without hesitation, Elaine stepped forward, her breasts nudging against Jack's chin and neck, as she reached down, and netted her fingers with Antoinette's. "Perhaps a year or two. Perhaps more."

"Year?" Jack said, gulping, and looking up. With a giant set of tits pressed against the back of his shoulders, and another nudging against the front of them, and the top of his chest, chin, and neck, it was very hard to think straight. He was literally being squashed between boobs. On top of that, both women were using both their hands to lather his cock, and he couldn't help but groan quietly as he felt expert hands massage and caress him.

"Elders rarely travel," Antoinette said. "It is dangerous. Elaine will not leave until she has made the trip worth it."

"Oh, right. That--" He sucked in a breath as the two women turned slightly, aligned the falling water, and washed his length free of lubricant and soap. The tingle of hot water on his swollen glans, along with four hands squeezing along and around his girth, was fucking heaven.

"And, as you have no doubt surmised, my great grandchilde, I wish to learn more of you and this curse. I am an Architect of Terror, a leading name in researching all that pertains to the Beast." Elaine stepped in a little closer again, until her breasts squished against his chin, neck, and shoulders. Her grip on his cock tightened. "I am not above trading pleasure, for information."

Before Jack could say anything, Antoinette laughed and shook her head, her long, wet, white hair nudging against his back. "Above? You enjoy it."

"That I do. And I openly admit that you were correct, Ann. Your love's eyes are... utterly... entrancing." Slowly, Elaine lowered herself down, and down, dragging her breasts against his chest, his stomach, his hips, down his pelvis and cock, and down until she knelt in front of him.

"You're, um, being awfully honest about your intentions," Jack said. He squirmed a little, but froze again as his great grandsire set a succulent kiss on his cock's tip. She looked up at him as she did, her blonde hair flattened to her head like a swimsuit commercial.

"Yes, well, I had planned to tell Ann about our lineage someday, and after learning about you and how you awakened the curse, I knew now was the time. Better late than never, I can only hope." She set another kiss on his glans, and another, before she leaned forward, and set the whole of his cock's engorged head in her mouth. She smiled up at him, watching his gaze as she slowly ran her tongue around and around, while her lips inched back and forth along the base edge of his glans.

She was too damn good. Just like with Antoinette, he really had no chance of lasting any longer than two minutes, if she wanted to make him cum quickly. Apparently, she did. Worse, was that while Elaine set her hands on his legs for balance, Antoinette continued to squeeze and gently stroke his cock at the base, while Elaine gave him a blowjob.

He was so spoiled, it was painful.

"I would not let her do this if I thought her intentions ill, my love," the Prince said. "I trust her, and I trust she will aid you in removing your curse."

"She--" He sucked in another breath as he felt the pleasure waves start to build underneath his testicles, and his glans grow sensitive with the sparks of pleasure her lips and tongue milked from him. "She, uh, says she doesn't remember what she did to get rid of it."

"Elaine is a dragon, like myself. I am sure she has records she can search through. Do you not, my friend?"

Elaine nodded, and lifted her head from his cock, just before the pleasure jolts would have tipped him over the edge. God damn it, she'd never even seen him before tonight, and she could already read him well enough to know when he was about to cum.

"Poor records, but I did record a few things, and I have retained a few, hazy memories that may be of use. I wish to learn about the curse, now that it is unleashed, and I am sure that there will be hints within my records that could be useful to you."

Again, before he could say anything, Elaine put her lips back onto his shaft, and bathed the aching head of his cock in slow, sensuous licks of her tongue, while her lips slid back and forth in a tight suckle along the base of his glans. As much as he was utterly obsessed with breasts, breasts couldn't provide the delicious, wet, tight friction of lips and tongue. Combined with Antoinette gripping the base of his length, and jerking him off into her friend's mouth, he couldn't hold it any longer.

His lover's grip slowed, but remained firm as she started to milk him. Elaine's mouth did the same, and her eyes gazed up at him with delight as he filled her mouth with cum. Each gush was a hard jolt of pleasure from his engorged cock's head, down through his length, and into his pelvis and thighs. He did his best to hold still, hands at his side, but holy fuck, with one woman stroking and squeezing, and the other licking and sucking, he couldn't help but gently ease his hips forward toward Elaine, and sink another inch of his cock into her as he came. A subtle rhythm allowed him to softly fuck her mouth, as the two women drained him.

"Now," Antoinette continued, "do not tell Elaine everything. Dolareido secrets should remain with Kindred of Dolareido." Before Elaine could pull back and say something, Antoinette reached out with both her hands, cupped the back of her friend's head, and at the same time, pushed her own hips forward. Elaine arched her spine backward, leaned her head forward, and created a straight line of her neck, as she was forced to deepthroat Jack.

He stared down at Elaine, who didn't break her smiling gaze, as he squirted the final drops of his cum straight down her throat.

"But," Antoinette said, hands still on Elaine's head, and keeping her buried balls deep on his cock, "the mystery of your curse is one I want solved. It is dangerous. As Prince of Dolareido, consider it an order, my love, that you and Elaine should work together to be rid of it. In return for her aid, answer whatever questions Elaine may have for you, regarding the curse."

Jack gulped, nodded, and stared down at his great grandsire as she gently nudged her head around, while her tongue bathed the underside of his cock. The two women had no issues discussing business, and making business decisions, while having sex. Antoinette had told him in the past that she tried to avoid letting sex dominate her life to the point it seeped into her work, but Elaine seemed to bring out some naughtiness in her. And the idea that someone else could make Antoinette even more naughty, was scary.

Finally done, Elaine stood up, and smiled down at him. The way she looked at him now was not the same as when she'd look at him on the roof of the Black Hall. Whether she'd been faking it or not, he couldn't really tell, but now, there was something else in her eyes, something he'd only seen hints of before.

She was plotting something.

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~~Author's Note~~

Sorry about this chapter, but sometimes, I just wanna write about boobs for 10k words. I'm weak, forgive me!