My Little Ventrue Pt. 08 Ch. 02

"Oui, that you did." Antoinette chuckled, a playful, husky sound, and held Jack's hand as he stood beside her while she remained seated.

"You two are utterly adorable."

"Are we not?"

"I could write romance novels about such a beautiful couple."

The Prince scoffed, grinning. "You do not have the artistic skill or creative mind to be a fiction author."

Elaine rolled her eyes and laughed. "Pretentious Daeva."

"Jack," Antoinette said, "would you mind if I asked you to leave until the Primogen meeting? I would speak with Elaine."

"Yeah, of course." He stood up straight, nodded to Antoinette in a very 'yes my Prince' kinda way, and looked at Elaine.

He still didn't trust her, not completely, and he knew Antoinette didn't trust her completely either. The difference was, the two of them were such old friends, they could become enemies and it wouldn't ruin their friendship. The fact they'd remained cooperative for hundreds of years seemed more like the exception, not the rule, as far as elders were concerned.

Antoinette trusted her enough to have sex with her, with Jack, and the ghouls. That may have sounded like a lot of trust for some people, but for someone like Antoinette, it wasn't. Hell, Antoinette and Elaine probably kept a bit of guard up, ready to strike out and fight each other, even in the middle of orgasm, despite their friendship. Elders were just paranoid like--

"On second thought," Antoinette said, smiling at Elaine, but speaking to him, "come, and masturbate for me."

He froze, blinking at the grinning Elaine, before slowly turning and looking down at the Prince. "Now?"

"Oui. I feel horrible for sending you away." Oh no she didn't. Her devil smile was in full bloom. "Come, masturbate, here." With her eyes on him, she undid the button of her black suit jacket, and then several of the top buttons of her white shirt, exposing the black bra underneath.

"Um... are you sure? The meeting--"

"Is not for some time. Now, come, enjoy yourself." Smile unending, she curled a finger at him and toward herself.

"What about Elaine?"

"I," Elaine said as she gestured toward herself with a loose wrist, "will watch, of course."

And, Antoinette knew Elaine would say that, judging from the wicked grins the two carried. These two women were so in sync, it was scary.

Maybe he should try something different, instead of just mindlessly following along? He certainly loved following along, cause Antoinette spoiled the shit out of him. But, maybe it was time he tried doing something he never did before.

He folded his arms across his chest, put on a surly expression, and looked away. "No."

"Non?" Antoinette said.

"No?" Elaine said.

"No," he said again, and he put a hint of whine into his tone. "I don't want to." A lie, of course. Just seeing Antoinette expose her bra was enough to have him craving her.

The two elders looked between each other, apparently shocked by his behavior. But, after the shock passed, they chuckled, and Antoinette stood up. Uh oh. She stepped over to him, devil smile growing, and set her hands on his shoulders. Before he could say or do anything, the powerful Daeva slowly turned him to face Elaine, while she slipped behind him, and pressed her breasts and bra into the back of his shoulders as she hugged him.

"I believe you do," she whispered.

"I don't." Resist. Resist, damn it.

"You cannot lie to me, my love." Her hands drifted down over his body, and she pressed her fingers against his abs through his shirt. "Or, perhaps, you would prefer to cum on Elaine's breasts?"

"Um, I--" He froze and stared, as Elaine instantly picked up on what Antoinette was saying, and started to undo her suit jacket buttons as well. "You don't have to--" He gulped as Elaine met his eyes, and started undoing the buttons of her shirt. Within seconds, the shirt was undone save for the bottom button, and she grinned up at him as she set her hands on the arms of her chair.

Like Antoinette, she was wearing a black bra, something obviously meant to be sexy rather than comfortable. Evidently, the two women had become immune to uncomfortable clothes, and wore whatever they felt looked best.

"My love, you would do me a great disservice, if you denied me." Antoinette hugged him tighter, making sure her huge breasts squashed against the back of his shoulders. "And, it would be in your best interest to listen to the Prince of Dolareido."

Ooh, a gentle threat. And fuck him, it triggered instant arousal. Something about a powerful woman threatening him was hot, and by this point in his life, he'd accepted it. He definitely had a kink for the intimidating, female villain trope.

Before he could reply, Antoinette guided him around the table, and up to Elaine. The blonde spread her legs, and Antoinette pushed him closer until he was standing between his great grandsire's knees.

"I know your desires, lover," the succubus whispered down over him. "Give into me. Do as I say, and I will make every night Elaine is with us a veritable feast of silk skin and wet heat." As she said it, her right hand began to undo his shirt buttons, eventually undoing them all, before slipping down onto his crotch to rub it through his pants. He wasn't blushing life yet, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to tease him until he did. Her left hand slid up, and he found her fingers wrapping his throat. "Deny me at your own peril."

Welp, he should have known better than to try and play the unwilling participant. Antoinette knew him so damn well, she could press every kink button he had like playing the piano. She'd trapped him between two powerful, deadly women, threatened him like an evil villain might, had her enormous breasts pressed against him, and was offering to pleasure him using another woman's set of huge breasts.

The fact they were all still in their business suits, just made it all the hotter.

He sighed as he gave in, and Blushed Life. Both women audibly purred as his erection immediately pressed against the insides of his boxers and pants. Elaine sat up straight, set her hands on his pants, undid his fly, and pulled down his boxers just enough to free his length from his clothes. But then she stopped. Still sitting up straight, so her propped-up breasts held up by her bra were only inches away from his pelvis, she set her hands down on the arms of her chair, grinned up at him, and waited.

Her grin melted into a happy sigh, as Antoinette inched him closer to Elaine, took his cock into her right hand, squeezed on the base of its length, and guided it down until it pointed straight toward her friend. His glans dragged along Elaine's bare sternum, before Antoinette guided the swollen head of his cock to the right, and into the side of Elaine's left breast.

"Give into me," the succubus whispered again. "I can make every fantasy you have ever dreamed of come true." Apparently, his moment of resistance earlier had sparked something in Antoinette as well. Without him asking, she'd taken up the mantle of villain, and was trying to corrupt him, as if he were the righteous hero.

Welp, if he was the hero, meant to resist the temptations of a succubus, he was fucked.

Her squeezing grip worked back and forth, and Jack shivered as heat began to build up underneath his testicles. Moments later, drops of his precum leaked out from the tip of his length, wetting Elaine's breast and his foreskin. Antoinette peeled the skin back, exposing the swollen, aching, tingling head of his cock, and gently rubbed it up and down along the inside of each of Elaine's breasts where the bra didn't cover them. Her grip tightened, and she worked her hand faster, knowing exactly what to do to bring him closer and closer to orgasm in record time.

"You could paint my old friend in your seed, my love, every inch of her, inside and out. You could fuck her, while my ghouls and I clean her with our lips, and tongues." Her grip on his cock tightened again, and stroked him faster. "Or perhaps you would rather fuck me, while Elaine massages your body with her breasts, her thighs, her everything. Or perhaps, you would simply prefer to sit down and watch my old friend and I drive each other to climax again, and again, and again, while my ghouls suckle on your length, and--"

The heat in his glans grew electric, and he moaned quietly as each stroke of his cock caused the sensitive skin to rub and sink into the supple skin of Elaine's left breast. Warmth gushed up from between his legs, up his length, and into the spot where Antoinette was burying his cock's head in her friend's body. White fluid squirted from him, splashing up and over the breast, some of the liquid slipping down between Elaine's bosom, some overflowing and running down along the outside of the breast Antoinette was rubbing with his cock. Elaine said nothing, but she moaned openly as she looked down, and watched his cum flood over her chest, and soak her bra.

"Delicious," Antoinette whispered.

"Indeed," Elaine also whispered.

"I uh... um..." He stared down at the sight of Elaine's bra and chest soaked in his cum. If he'd been human, his teeth would have fallen out from him being spoiled rotten.

Elaine leaned back, and idly ran a finger back and forth through the trails of his cum, as Antoinette pulled him back, and gave him a gentle slap on the ass.

"Now, off with you. Elaine and I have secret matters to discuss before the Primogen join us. Wait for them, and join them."

"Yes, Prince." He nodded, turned off the Blush, got dressed, and headed for the door. Of course, he took a peek at Elaine, who still had her shirt and jacket open, and was grinning as him as she continued to run the tip of her middle finger through the white liquid coating her skin.

So spoiled.

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~~Antoinette~~

Antoinette smiled at her old friend as her lover left, and settled in her chair as Elaine wiped Jack's cum off her breasts with a napkin. Unnecessary. It would fade into the faintest hint of dust in minutes, but, it was easier to have a conversation without the distraction.

"You overindulge him," Elaine said, her weak reprimand joined by a smile.

Antoinette buttoned up her shirt and jacket, and chuckled. "I do. For over two years now, I have spoiled him almost nightly, and it never grows old."

"I hope I will get to join you, frequently."

"Judging by how my love has reacted so far, I am sure that can be arranged. Perhaps not every night we make love; we do enjoy our private intimacy from time to time."

"Of course, but..."

"But, since you have only just arrived, I am sure we can convince Jack to invite you to bed with us tonight. And tomorrow night."

Elaine smiled and nodded. "Wonderful. But onto the business at hand. As I asked before, what am I allowed to share with your Primogen?"

"Nothing, I am afraid."

"So your quest to bring the city into cooperation continues to fail?"

Antoinette frowned slightly. "Perhaps. The peace I obtained since the Purge has continued, but as we speak, the Carthians and Invictus prepare themselves for inevitable confrontation. This is of course compounded by the chaos of the arrival of the Uratha and the Begotten."

"Much has happened to your city, these past two years, since Jack was embraced."

"Indeed. And what's worse, Maria both pushes to revive the Lancea et Sanctum, but also..."

"Also?" Elaine asked, tilting her head to the side.

"After my love killed Lucas, I found several hints to suggest that someone is... up to something."

"Up to something? Awfully vague, Ann."

"Indeed. But I have spoken with spirits from across the Gauntlet, and they insist that Maria has been in communication with other spirits who are related to Black Blood in some way."

The name Black Blood drew a shiver from the old Ventrue. Antoinette did not share all her secrets with Elaine, but she did share many. Black Blood had been a thorn in her side for over a century, and she had spoken with her old friend about the blasted spirit before; if it truly was a spirit.

"Why would she do such a thing? And, how does she even know about the creature?"

"I do not know. Perhaps Jacob spoke with her. Perhaps... perhaps it decided to speak with her on its own. I do not know. But I do know that both Black Blood and Jacob have tested their abilities in pursuit of resurrection. They have failed, but, that does not mean they would not point another onto the path."

"Why would Jacob help Maria?"

"I do not know. Perhaps she made a deal with him." Sighing, Antoinette shook her head. "I will find out eventually. For now, pay attention to those two, and listen for potential clues as to their motives." No easy feat. All Primogen were masters at saying less than they knew, while simultaneously misdirecting; well, except for perhaps Garry, but only a fool would underestimate the young elder.

"Alright, so, assume the two Nosferatu are up to no good." She laughed, shrugging. "Nothing new."

"And the two Gangrel bark at each other," Antoinette added. "A precursor to inevitable confrontation."

"Gangrels being Gangrels."

"And, the details of my experiments continue to be secret."

"To me as well. You have not told me of most of your experiments or intentions there in, Ann."

The Prince smiled at her old friend. "I have told you more than anyone except my sheriff. Even my new student, and especially my new childe, remain ignorant to the scope of my goals."

They shared chuckles. It was such an old game, elders sharing only parts of their secret agendas with even their closest friends. They shared perhaps a third of their secrets, implied another third, and left the other third completely unknown to all. And so the game would continue, with only Daniel as a truly trusted confidant.

No doubt, that was part of Elaine's attraction to Daniel, to learn more about Antoinette's experiments. She could not blame her friend for it, either. At their age, the hunt for knowledge was as reflexive and enticing as any Beastly instinct.

"And what do they know of Jack?"

"That a Strix curse has awakened in him, and that, while it is dangerous, Jack seems to be in control." Something the boy had proven, and yet, Antoinette was not convinced.

"And his lineage?"

"Jacob knows, undoubtedly."

"Oh? Viktor and I never met him while the two of us were a pair, or in a context where he could deduce such a thing."

Antoinette shook her head. "Jacob is Jacob. If he did not manage to piece together the puzzle on his own, his blood rituals will have."

With a heavy sigh, Elaine leaned back in her chair and frowned. "You should have killed him by now."

"I will not kill him, Elaine. Jacob is an old friend, and for all our disagreements, he has value. And besides, I... made a promise to Minerva. I will not kill the man without just cause."

Elaine rolled her eyes. Yes, it was a conversation they had had before. But there were reasons to spare Jacob's life, more than simply her promise to Minerva that she would give the dead woman's lover the benefit of a doubt. As Elaine said earlier tonight, she agreed with some of Jacob's views on their second lives. There was wisdom to be found in the old bastard's brutal, animalistic view of the world, and she refused to ignore or dismiss him simply because she did not agree with, or enjoy those views.

"Very well. Be aware I will not let the old snake try and control me with knowledge of my lineage. And besides, since Jack is aware, I expect the information to spread."

"It is hardly harmful information." There was little anyone could do with the secret that Elaine was Jack's great grandsire. If anything, people would fear her, now that Jack himself had become infamous.

"I suppose not. And the Begotten, and Uratha?"

"Jack has spoken with them, and will relay information. But they know little of my experiments. Avery assumes I am seeking to harness ephemera as means of power, the deluded fool."

Elaine smiled at her. "I thought that too, once upon a time."

Antoinette returned the smile. "I know. It was to my advantage to continue such a facade, even with you, old friend."

"Ah, I see. I cannot be trusted."

"Naturally."

They smiled at each other again, each turning a little more devious than before, before Elaine put her hands up in surrender. "If I did not know better, I would think you trusted me less than before."

Until Antoinette knew more, she could not tell Elaine of the unknown entity, roaming within her city. There were simply too many possibilities, too many ways for such a revelation to backfire. She shared much with her friend, and even trusted her to touch her little Ventrue, but when it came to such a strange, volatile, and potentially dangerous secret, she would not share it without reason. Hopefully Jack knew to do the same.

So, for now, she would let the old Ventrue believe Maria was to be suspected, as many did. Antoinette, however, was not convinced of the Nosferatu's potential ill intent.

"I trust you, dear friend, with much. But we both know--"

Elaine flicked a hand to the side, dismissing Antoinette's explanation. "Do not fret. I am just... annoyed, I suppose. Annoyed with myself, for not having told you of Viktor, or the curse." Before Antoinette could console her, Elaine laughed and shrugged. "I can still remember being utterly confused, when he agreed to join you on this ridiculous quest to build a new city in a new land, specifically for vampires and such."

"Yes. I was a touch surprised myself. But, despite what Viktor evolved... or devolved into over the years, as Tony did, they provided value as I built this city. Do not think that he was a thorn in my side from day one. And if the curse affected him, it did so differently than it did Julias, which I find unlikely. Viktor is to blame for his attitude, his actions, same as my childe Tony."

A touch of relief crossed Elaine's face, and she nodded again, before the two of them turned to face the door of her office. The Primogen walked in, followed by Jack and her sheriff.

Time for yet another hour or two of needless barking, and daggers in the dark.

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~~Damien~~

Damien raised his sword, and did his best to follow the sheriff's movements. Borderline pointless, but not completely. He managed to get in a block as the larger man brought his own sword down toward Damien's head, and then another block as Daniel brought his massive sword around to swing for Damien's side. Like the sheriff, Damien had adopted a longer sword some time ago, but unlike the sheriff, he didn't have the skill to use it. Or the sheer strength. Mekhet didn't take naturally to bursts of pure physical power, but given enough centuries, even they could summon strength enough to punch holes through concrete. They may not be able to throw a bus like an elder Daeva or Nosferatu, but still.

The third strike hit Damien hard. Daniel was just too damn fast, and brought his sword around to hit Damien's exposed side. Crack. Ribs broke, and Damien fell to the marble floor, grunting in pain.

"There is a reason," Daniel said as he stepped back, "that people don't use swords this long." With gloved hand, he gestured to the long sword in his right hand's grip, and the similar sword in Damien's.

Both swords were dull, and not their actual swords. Approximations, meant for training.

"Slower," Damien said.

"Not that much slower. The blades are light, after all. The issue, is control, like a dog trying to carry a very long stick."

Natasha giggled at the simile, despite the worry in her eyes over his injury, and Damien offered the little woman a small frown.

"For example," the sheriff continued, "do this." Daniel put his weight back on his right foot, pointed his left palm at Damien, and with his right elbow drawn back, pointed his sword at Damien so it nearly touched his left hand's palm. "Look."