My Little Ventrue Pt. 08 Ch. 09

He rolled his eyes, again. "No, but I'm noticing it's the women in Dolareido who are a little near-sighted with their sexual aggression."

"Hey!" Natasha said. "I'll have you know I'm v-very... careful, about what I do."

Jessy shook her head. "Then why did--"

"Because Art and Matt are assholes!" She folded her arms across her barely covered chest, and frowned up at the big guy on her left, and then the big guy on her right.

Damien raised a brow, and looked to Jack for explanation. The boy shrugged, confused as well.

"What can I say?" Art said. "You look great naked."

"So do I," Matt said. "But not as good as Natasha."

"What happened? Tell me!" Fiona yelled. Thankfully her voice didn't have enough impact to punch through the bassy music and reach beyond the top floor.

Matt glanced down at Natasha, who sighed and gave a very embarrassed nod. "Art turned on the laptop camera while I was having sex with her. Jessy watched."

Fiona groaned and bounced in her seat. Considering the environment he was trapped in, Damien figured it was only reasonable he noticed his girlfriend's large breasts jiggling in her tight dress as she expressed her frustration over not being included.

"Do ye vampires just, trade sexy things like that all the time? How come I dinnae get to see anything?"

"Probably cause you're dating a priest," Art said with a smirk.

"I'm not a priest. I'm a bishop. And the Testament of Longinus makes it clear that the word of God and His commandments are for kine, not Kindred."

Art raised a brow at that, before he leaned forward and set a single elbow on the table. A slightly aggressive posture, one Damien recognized from Jessy's playful side, and one he recognized from drunk men.

"So it's cool if Fiona sees what we show Jessy?"

Damien sighed, shrugged, and slipped an arm around Fiona's shoulders. "When in Rome, I suppose. I have no issue with Fiona wanting a peek." And it wasn't like he hadn't taken plenty of peeks in his second life with his telescope.

"Yay!" Fiona leaned up, kissed his cheek, and then climbed onto his lap. Not much room for her, between him and the booth table but she made it work, sitting on his lap and leaning forward over the table. She looked like she was about to say something, but took another drink instead.

Matthew put up his hands though. "Natasha's in charge of distribution. I don't mind being naked on camera, neither does Art, but Natasha--"

"It's fine. It's fine." Sighing, Natasha shrugged and gestured to the table. "We've all seen each other n-naked to some d-degree or another."

Art raised an eyebrow. "Damien--"

"Has spied on the city for fifty years," Antoinette said, a touch of cold edge in her voice that made Damien freeze. "I know he uses telescopes from vantage points, as well. No doubt he has seen many of you naked."

Jessy laughed and elbowed him, thankfully with less force than she did Eric earlier. "Bet you saw me doing all sorts of shit with my dudes."

"Yes, I did." Hopefully the disgust in his voice would get across that he did not enjoy doing that. Though, now that he was free of Lucas's suggestion, he had to admit, some of those nights had been intriguing. "If you do not wish to be seen, close your curtains."

Everyone laughed again, the elders especially.

"But," Jessy added, "the only person who's been seeing Elaine naked, is Jack and the Prince. How about you Tash? Boys? I bet you've seen the Prince with Jack, but seen Elaine?"

The three of them shook their heads.

Elaine laughed, a sultry sound, and met eyes with the Gangrel. "It is your turn to question, after all."

"Ha! Alright, truth or dare? Dare you to dare."

"Dare it is, child."

"Pfft. Take out your tits."

Jack winced. Antoinette chuckled. Damien and Natasha shared a glance that spoke volumes: this was not an environment for Mekhet. And yet, here he was, with a bubbly, fun, drunk woman who every much thrived in this environment, on his lap. Being here with her made it fun, despite the pains. Natasha was likely in a similar boat with her boyfriends.

Everyone's jaw dropped as Elaine, without hesitation, reached behind her, lifted up on the white strap hooked behind her neck, pulled it up and past her blonde hair, and let it fall to her waist underneath the booth table. Eric gulped and tried to inch away from her, but Jessy did the opposite, and leaned in closer to the topless woman, pushing Eric toward her. Those were some very large breasts.

"Jesus. Why can't Michael be as fuck-around free as you?" Jessy said.

"Because he is Invictus." Elaine shrugged, and Damien forced his eyes down from the sight of her enormous, pale breasts rippling with the motion. Fiona did no such thing. "I am sure the man sits on a throne with a dozen thralls kneeling at his feet, stroking his ego as much as his cock. But he likely does so in private."

Jessy utterly erupted, laughing until everyone was, even Jack and Damien. Though, poor Jack, was doing his best to avoid looking at Elaine's breasts. Difficult to do, considering how massive they were, and how they hung as heavy teardrops and half nudged into his shoulder and chest.

"Come now Elaine, do not insult my Primogen," Antoinette said once the laughter was done.

"If your Primogen had joined us, I would play nice. But they are not here." Elaine grinned, lifted herself up a couple inches, and sat back down with impact. The jiggling effect was massive, and everyone, Jack included, watched the rippling of her bust. "And they are missing out. This is a fun game. It has been ages since a young Kindred has had the gall to be so forward with me."

"My girlfriend," Eric said, voice a half groan of something between annoyance and delight, "is definitely forward."

Chuckling, Jessy pushed herself into Eric's side. They were all already squished, but she squished him even harder, making sure her breasts pressed into his side, and that Elaine's closer breast pressed to his shoulder.

"Do not be so uptight, silly children," Elaine said. "They are breasts, nothing more. We all have them, men included. There is little to be embarrassed by." Well, she certainly had the elder outlook Antoinette had.

Art and Matt looked at each other, and without saying a word, both took off their shirts, set them on the table, and then downed more of whatever they were drinking. Jessy and Fiona both moaned openly, and Damien coughed before flicking his girlfriend in the leg. She giggled, reached back, pat his cheek, and pointed.

"Come on, they're so big! I have to look."

"You are utterly adorable," Elaine said, and she leaned forward enough for her huge breasts to press down on the table with their weight, as she grinned at Fiona. "How strange it is, for a monster of nightmares such as yourself, to be the most jovial of us all."

Fiona beamed, a big, bright smile, and Damien's annoyance with the whole situation vanished. Of course, Fiona being Fiona, and very drunk at that, didn't hesitate to slip her shoulder straps down and pull her dress's chest down to her hips, exposing her breasts for all. More giggles. She brought her hands up to her chin in tiny fists, pushed her breasts together with her forearms, and bounced a few times on Damien's lap, obviously trying to mirror Elaine's playful bounce earlier. And it worked. Everyone stared at Fiona's equally huge, jiggling breasts for a moment, Damien included. He probably should have been putting the drunk woman's dress back on, but, for some reason, he didn't.

"Is this the plan?" Jack said. "We strip? I--"

Groaning, Eric slipped out of his shirt, and set it on the table. When Jack looked at him, eyebrow raised and obviously disappointed, the man shrugged.

"When in Rome, right? Vamps pay my paycheck."

Jessy cheered and gave her man a hard slap in the chest. "Totally hot."

"Aye!" Fiona said, blushing when she glanced Eric's way. But before Damien could feel jealousy over that -- the two had dated, after all -- she grabbed Damien's hands, set them under her breasts, and leaned back onto his chest. "Hold these for me."

He rolled his eyes, but when Fiona turned and set a kiss on his cheek, he turned and returned it, without thinking. And, without thinking, he looked down over the small woman's shoulders, at her large, pale breasts, at how her freckles lessoned the further down he looked, and he shivered over how their bottom-heavy teardrop shape spilled over his palms.

"This," Jessy said, "is the best night ever."

"You're all a bunch of horny kids," Jack said, folding his arms across his chest.

"Agreed," Damien said, and he leaned his head over Fiona's shoulder a bit to offer his friend a smile. Jack returned it.

"Come now Jack," Antoinette said, and she leaned down over him to kiss his ear. "The freedom to express the body casually is something I have fought for in my city. It delights me to see these silly individuals be comfortable enough to disrobe." Her hands roamed over his chest, and undid a few buttons as seamlessly as a magician. "Besides, you have made great strides in controlling your curse. There is nothing to stop us from simply enjoying tonight, silliness included."

Jack frowned up at the woman, but didn't stop her. Soon the boy was left topless, and Fiona whistled appreciatively. Of course she'd seen the boy topless before, in battle circumstances, but there was no denying that Jack, despite his small stature, had the physique of an acrobat, or lithe warrior. A physique similar to Damien's, lean and defined, though Damien had half a foot of height on him.

Jack had apparently acquired a necklace. Damien didn't recognize it, and while the others probably thought it was a fashion choice, he knew his friend better. No, if Jack wore a necklace, it was either because Antoinette wanted him to, or it served a purpose. It looked to be made of string, thin, black, and quite subtle. Damien glanced down at it and caught Jack's eyes, and the boy mouthed 'later'.

"Your turn your turn!" Fiona turned around and got to work on Damien's clothes. Of course, unlike Antoinette, she fumbled with every button, and Damien eventually relented and helped her. Out of the suit jacket, out of the shirt, he set the clothes on the table, and frowned at his equally topless girlfriend. "Mmm. Can ye drink me? Right now?" She turned as much as she could on his lap, bringing her knee in until they were touching Jessy, and she pressed her breasts into his chest as she suckled on his neck. Her nipples were hard, and swollen, and everyone at the table knew it.

"In a little while," he said. But, he didn't stop the very horny woman from kissing his chin and neck more. He hugged her, held her close, and as he looked over her red hair at the rest of the table, he couldn't help but smile. The moment he found the situation too annoying, the damn woman in his lap had him smiling.

After everyone had gotten a good look at Fiona's soft, heavy breasts, all eyes slowly turned to look at Natasha.

She frowned, especially at Matt, Art, and Jessy, but after her frowns failed, she sighed, and pulled down the tiny tube top to her waist. The three she'd been frowning at all groaned together, and each stared longingly at the tiny woman's small breasts and tight frame. She may have been extremely short, below five feet, but that didn't change that her petite shape was feminine and alluring.

"Oh my god! So pretty!" Fiona bounced on Damien's lap again, and gestured to Natasha. "She's tinier than me! 'N ye make movies! With these jimmies? Ah have tae see that!" Her accent grew thicker proportional to how drunk she was, evidently.

Damien had to admit, as he watched the tiny woman squirm between her two massive boyfriends, that it would be interesting to see her squashed between them. He'd seen Natasha naked through his telescope before, but a proper video was--

Oh good God, it was happening. It was just a matter of time, he supposed, but he didn't expect it to come this way. Dolareido got him. He was now so comfortable with sexuality, that being topless and holding his topless girlfriend, among a bunch of other topless friends, merely registered as strange, instead of insane and utterly unreal.

Before he could say anything, Fiona snuggled her back into his chest, grabbed his hands again, and set them under her breasts again. Her swollen nipples pressed out from between his fingers, and he struggled to not caress them. Lord give him strength.

Everyone turned to Antoinette.

"I suppose you all expect to see the Prince of Dolareido strut about naked, like some common pleb?" she said. They all raised eyebrows as they looked at each other, but she laughed and nodded. "I am sure many of you wonder why I do the things I do, or why I have built Dolareido the way I have. Many of the decisions I have made are seeds, planted and prepared with centuries of care, knowing full well centuries more are required to bear fruit. I have a vision I wish to see into reality, and I do not expect others to understand the road I have paved.

"But, one piece of that vision, is to simply remove absurd barriers of shame and taboo over physical bodies." Slowly, she slipped one of her straps off her shoulder, and then the other, but she used her hands to keep the loose chest against her bosom. And, earning a shiver from the whole table, she very gently, very slowly massaged each breast as she held her dress to them. "Our bodies are beautiful things, temples, to be cared for, shared, and flaunted." Slowly, in a far more sexual way than anyone else had stripped, Antoinette slid the fabric down her breasts; it was a long journey. Bit by bit, she exposed her large, pink nipples, and the pale skin they sat upon. Slower again, she brought the fabric underneath her breasts, causing their mountainous weight to press down on her hands as she gently brought the fabric down further and further until it sat on her lap.

She let go of the dress, slipped one arm behind the very stunned Jack's head, while the other teased up her stomach until the hand cupped her further breast. With a wicked devil smile, she gently bounced her breast in her palm, and the whole table shivered again as the enormous pillow rippled.

It wasn't like people didn't know what Antoinette looked like naked. Considering the clothes she usually wore to balls, nothing had been left to the imagination. But there was something a whole lot different between wearing flimsy ball gowns, and actually being topless, and bouncing one of her breasts in her hand. Everyone at the table knew it. Matthew did his best to not accidentally press his body into hers, probably to avoid Natasha's wrath, or the Prince's, but also to not block anyone else from seeing what he was seeing.

"Fiona," Jessy whispered, but loud enough everyone could hear, with her eyes still locked on Antoinette, "this party, was the best idea ever."

"Aye!"

Elaine was the first to laugh, and she leaned in toward Jack as she too hooked an arm behind the boy. The two busty women leaned in toward him, and considering their height compared to the boy's, their huge breasts squashed to his shoulders, spilled over them, and pressed to his ears and cheeks as well as his chest and sternum. It was a very succinct way of summarizing the sort of sexual treats the boy was treated to, likely near every night.

Everyone looked at Jack when they realized, and the boy managed a tiny shrug -- jiggle jiggle -- and small grin. He was getting into the spirit of things, too.

"I really didn't expect things to go this far," Jessy said.

"It is just skin," Elaine said. "Though I admit, with the amount of skin on display, this night seems to have some sprung from some young man's mind. Yours, perhaps, Jack?" Elaine tugged on the boy's body, causing his head to bounce gently against her closer breast.

"Uh, I was perfectly content for us all to just sit down, catch up, maybe talk a bit about work? Last I checked, Avery was getting kinda uppity about Maria, right? So--"

"Avery's... giving m-me a little more time to look into things," Natasha said. Her eyes had wandered from Antoinette's bust, onto Jack's defined body, and then to the boys beside her. Arousal. If she'd been Blushing Life, she would have been ready.

Natasha and Damien were similar, in many ways. As much as the horribly awkward situation left them feeling terribly out of place, their arousal was undeniable. And, unlike the vampires, the monster and three werewolves could do nothing about their growing arousal. Everyone could smell sex slowly saturating the air.

"There, you see mon petit? Let us relax and socialize for a night."

"With our boobs out?"

"Indeed," Elaine said. "Antoinette wanted to prove to me how successful her Dolareido petri dish has been. I am convinced. Though I had hoped to see perhaps one more covenant join us tonight."

"Wait," Jessy said, "we're all just... fungi in your petri dish?"

The Prince smiled. "Oui." She said it without hesitation or stutter or waver.

"I'm not sure how I feel about being treated like a lab experiment."

"Feel free to challenge me for reign of my city then, young Gangrel." Antoinette made a small shrug, before she half turned, and pressed her body into Jack even more, half hiding his upper body behind her bare breasts. "But it is my city, a city you have indulged in, have you not?"

As much as Antoinette -- and Elaine -- were making it clear that they were here to goof around, and not be powerful, important elders for the night, they weren't exactly being entirely truthful. No matter what happened tonight, it'd be impossible for the two women to spontaneously forget how powerful and important they were. They were doing a pretty good job, up until now, but Antoinette's question struck a chord that made Jessy hesitate. And Jessy never hesitated.

"You know," Eric said, "when I was fighting professionally, I went to a lot of crazy parties. I've done the topless thing in a booth, with a bunch of topless ladies. I've done the topless thing in a hot tub, with a bunch of topless ladies. Drugs, alcohol, the whole nine yards. And, uh, I don't think any of those nights ever really hit the... dangerously hot factor tonight has."

Elaine and Antoinette laughed again. The rest of them laughed too, but the two elders evidently found the man's strange compliment the perfect balance of words, because they beamed big smiles at him.

"I have heard Uratha taste wonderful," Elaine said, and she half turned to face Eric. Which of course, squashed one of her breasts into his arm, and he froze; likely more because of the elder and the power she radiated, not because of contact with her chest. "May I?"

Jessy snarled, a half serious, half playful sound, and she cuddled into Eric's other side. "Hell no. He's mine. And he's not really into the orgy thing, despite my best efforts."

"Eric is a gentleman," Fiona said, sounding off with a strange bit of triumph in her tone.

Eric looked over at the redhead, smiled, shrugged, and leaned his body into Jessy. "I don't know about gentleman, but I guess I just never really got the appeal of having three or four or ten people in the bed."

"The appeal," Elaine said with an authoritative voice, and she turned back to Jack, "can be found in many places. For those such as Miss Vola, perhaps it is simply that new forms of romantic intimacy can be found with three, where it cannot be found with two. And for those like my good friend Antoinette, it is a way to introduce avenues of pleasure that can only be found with more limbs, more fingers, and more mouths, than two people can have." She squashed her breast into Jack's side again, overflowing his naked shoulder and chest, and nudged the closer breast against his shoulder. As she did, Antoinette did the same yet again, and the poor kid gulped as the two women buried him in softness.