My Little Ventrue Pt. 08 Ch. 09

Elaine and Antoinette were an interesting pair. Damien hadn't expected the two of them to ride the same wavelength so obviously; not with the same synergy as Matthew and Arturo, but still, it was blatant that the two got along better than just friends. Best friends. The two women grinned at each other, then down at the small man half covered in supple flesh, and they chuckled more sultry, succubus sounds.

"There are d-different things we could do," Natasha said, "then obsess about sex all the time, right?"

"Agreed," Damien said. Finally, a voice of reason.

"I dunno," Jessy said, "we're a group of insanely hot people, in a club. Like Eric said, he's been in these kinda situations before, because hey, it's what people do."

Natasha shook her head. "Not true! We could... I d-don't know... play... poker?"

"Strip poker?" Fiona said.

"Not strip poker! Ugh, n-not poker then. Maybe we could... t-talk about our lives? Kine do that. They talk about who's seeing who, and sometimes they t-talk about who's getting married, or having kids."

"Former, sure," Eric said, "but the latter? Who's married and having kids? Not exactly a common topic in a club. And the music is usually too loud for anyone to do anything that needs details. Half the reason it's so loud, is to force people to talk with their bodies instead of their voices." He shrugged, and took a deep drink of his poison of choice. "And everyone's drunk. No one goes to a club for interesting conversation. They go to a club to shut their brain off, and jive either on the music, the dancing, or the sexual atmosphere; usually all the above. On the off chance you manage to find a place quiet enough where you can talk to someone, you'll get the most inane topics like fashion, misunderstanding tax brackets, or maybe where to score your fix for the week."

Damien listened and absorbed. Eric didn't talk much when others were present, likely because while the rest of them were quite familiar with the paranormal nightlife and the Danse Macabre, Eric's life had been far more normal, by Dolareido standards. If Fiona had been born in Dolareido, she'd likely have spent every night she could in clubs once she hit eighteen. Jack wasn't interested in that world before his embrace, and still wasn't. Only Eric had both lived as a human recently, but also spent time in the club scene as that human.

"Sounds pretty dull," Art said. "But who's seeing whom is always interesting." Natasha and Damien both looked at Art, eyebrows raised, surprised by his proper grammar. "What? I can speak good."

Natasha laughed. Damien laughed. The man was charming.

"My mom is seeing Jacob," Jack said, a scowl growing on his face. "So there's that."

Antoinette and Elaine both chuckled, motherly sounds, like they were used to the boy being silly. He'd probably spent a bit of time complaining to them about his mother and Jacob, then.

"Jacob is not a bad match," Damien said. Everyone stared at him, especially Jack, and Damien put up his hands in surrender. "Jacob is chaos incarnate, but he's no fool, and he's not all horrible. I'm sure he'll treat your mother with respect, and introduce her to many aspects of her second life. And, just like you and Antoinette, the differences between them, personality and age, might compliment each other." His voice quietened, and everyone leaned in a little closer as Damien found himself speaking barely above a whisper. "And Beatrice is a witch now. Surely you trust her. She'll keep an eye on Samantha."

The mention of Beatrice softened Jack's eyes, and he leaned back in his booth seat as his gaze dropped.

"Yeah... yeah, she will."

"Do not worry for your mother, my love," Antoinette said, and she leaned in to place a kiss on his head. "I have a close eye on the situation, as well." Everyone did their best to ignore how the Prince's nearest breast squashed against the boy's shoulder and chest when she leaned in, but it was obvious every was staring. And, naturally, the Prince also noticed, decided to indulge her audience, and guided Jack's chin up to her. They kissed, and everyone could see the tension in the boy melt away as Antoinette pressed her bust into him.

Elaine leaned in as well, getting cozy, and turned enough in her seat to fully face Jack, press both of her naked breasts into him, and reach out to touch his abs with her further hand. Good Lord, if this continued, they'd be seeing a lot more of those three in the next few minutes.

"Maybe," Jessy said toward Eric, "it's the tits? I could find us a girl with giant tits?"

"I'm an ass man," the man said, voice completely flat and smooth. It was enough to cut through the mounting sexual tension, and have them all laughing, including the elders. They stopped groping the boy, and grinned at Eric.

More drifting eyes eventually settled on Fiona, and Damien raised a brow before he looked down over his girlfriend's shoulder to see what people were staring at. It was obvious the three werewolves were aroused; he could smell it, and they squirmed in attempts to hide their erections. Fiona's arousal was even more blatant, with her quiet panting and engorged nipples pressing against his fingers. She leaned back against Damien, intertwined her fingers with his against her breasts, and stroked her areola with a circling finger as she half closed her eyes.

"I think, maybe we should end this gathering now?" Damien said.

"I vote against that," Jessy said, head turned and staring at Fiona beside her. "I want to see--" A balled up napkin hit her in the face, incoming fire from across the table.

Natasha frowned at her friend, though the frown melted away as Arturo leaned down over his girlfriend, and set a kiss on her head. And like Elaine had moments earlier, his hand reached across to find Natasha's tiny waist, only to drift upward and tease along one of her small breasts. Matthew, evidently sharing a psychic connection with Arturo, did the same thing, at the same time. Poor Natasha mewled, and tightened up her lips in an effort to silence herself, her frown never leaving despite the obvious joy her boyfriends sent through her.

She managed a quick, desperate glance to Damien, and he nodded. Yeah, this was a bit too much for any Mekhet to handle, way too much open, social atmosphere, and way too many people for them.

Damien sighed and pulled down Fiona's hands from her breasts. "Come on, I think maybe we've all explored our sexual boundaries enough for one evening?"

"Speak for yourself," Jessy said.

"I agree with the Gangrel," Elaine said. "And besides, this is nothing." With a returned evil grin, she leaned back in her seat, and cupped both of her breasts in her hands. And with a voice like she was telling ghost stories around a fire, she did the same thing Fiona was trying to do, and caressed her nipples. "You have not experienced indulgence, until you have a felt a hundred hungry eyes on you, while a dozen kine massage and fill every inch of you."

Fiona whimpered and tried to lift her hands back to her bust, but Damien held them at her sides, despite the two of them staring at Elaine, hypnotized. Everyone did. But after a moment, Antoinette reached out, and gently pushed her friend's hands down from her breasts.

"Come now old friend, not everyone here is as comfortable with this as you or I." Antoinette didn't have to say it. She was talking about Natasha.

Nodding, Damien slid Fiona's dress back up over her shoulders, despite her struggling, and slid out of the booth along with her. Back on his feet, he waited for the others to follow.

"I admit," he said, "the Prince has created a city with a sense of joy and freedom I hadn't let myself see, when I served Lucas. I... think maybe some people will take a lot longer to embrace as sexual atmosphere as this"--he gestured to the booth filled with topless men and women--"but I cannot deny, it is very appealing."

"Aye!" Fiona squeaked, and she immediately tried to slip out of her dress again. He stopped the drunk by hugging her from behind and pinning her arms to her sides.

More laughter from the group, and they filed out of the booth. Natasha smiled at Damien, her eyes screaming 'thank you', and she slipped her tube top back on before she and her boyfriends, now wearing their shirts again, left Bloodlust. Eric and Jessy did the same, though Jessy didn't bother reapplying her nipple covers; the see-through dress was better than being naked at least, Damien supposed.

Antoinette and Elaine both smiled at Damien, slipped their dresses back up and on, and slid out of the booth.

"There is hope for you yet," Antoinette said, and she looked behind her to Jack who was putting on his shirt. "Coming, my dear?"

"Uh, yeah, I'll be right there. Need to talk to Damien first though."

The two elders nodded, and departed. Damien could almost hear the crowd below grow silent in admiration of the two inhumanly gorgeous women. Little did the bottom floor of Bloodlust realize how close it'd come to both those women stripping naked and fucking Jack in front of anyone who had the courage to come upstairs.

Eventually, it was only Jack, and Damien. And Fiona, but the poor girl was hopelessly drunk, and he had to sit her back in the booth to keep her from falling.

"Quite the night," Damien said.

"Yeah, it was. I thought this might happen, when I realized who was coming. Jessy, and Fiona together? Recipe for a sex bomb."

"I think it was Antoinette and Elaine that pushed things over the edge."

He laughed and shrugged. "Only because Jessy didn't, because they were here. But, once everyone got comfortable, I'm pretty sure we were ten minutes away from things getting... uh... voyeuristic."

"Indeed," Damien said.

"Natasha seems like the kind of girl who'd prefer to keep a distance between herself and others, when sex is concerned. Good call stopping the party when you did."

"Physical proximity, maybe. Apparently she enjoys making--"

Jack put up his hands. "Let's just, uh, ignore that fact." Sighing, Jack grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. "I'm kinda surprised the night went so well, with me here."

"You thought the curse would break free?"

Jack shook his head and leaned back until his butt rested against the table edge. "No. Elaine and I have been working on that. Meditation helps. We've got some other tricks too."

"The necklace?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Helps keep the curse quiet. But that's not why I thought people would be weird about this party. I figured... well..."

Damien sighed, and leaned back against the table beside Jack. "That night in the Great Below, that was... brutal."

"You staked me."

"I had no choice."

"I know, I know. I'm happy you did." The boy looked down, struggling to find the words. "Guess I'm just feeling ashamed of myself, for giving in like I did, and nearly attacking you."

"I spent fifty years, the first fifty years of my second life, hiding in sewers, only to raise a madman from torpor. I launched an assault on the Elysium Tower, and tried to kill your lover. I spend every night feeling ashamed."

Jack winced and shook his head. "Come on, you--"

Damien put up a hand. "It's behind me. My second life is infinitely better now Jack, and you're a big reason for that. And her." He nodded to Fiona, who beamed up at him. "So, this curse, it's a problem, and I want to help. Still want to help."

The Ventrue sighed relief. "I know I know. I guess... guess I just had to hear it."

Damien pat the man on his shoulder. "I've been looking into Maria's records like you asked, what she managed to salvage anyway. But I've yet to find anything."

"Yeah, didn't think you would. How many other vampires in history have managed to trigger this curse? How many vampires would be smart enough, or stupid enough, to write down details about it?"

"Only the dragons and the Sanctified would keep such journals, which is why I thought maybe you were onto something with your request. The issue is, most of the books Lucas had are in no way organized. Information, random, written as journals, without any sort of eye for detail or due process."

"Heh, yeah, similar situation with Elaine. But she's helped me a lot."

Damien frowned. "I don't trust her."

Instead of getting upset with him, Jack laughed, and Damien raised a brow at him.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone really trusts her. Even the Prince keeps an eye on her, though with her I suspect she'd probably think of any betrayal from her friend as an 'oh you silly goose' sorta situation."

"Those two are... an interesting pair."

"Do ye swim?" Fiona asked after a hiccup.

"Uh, swim?"

"In the tits!" She gestured to where Jack had sat minutes ago. "Aw squished together like that, ye could swim in them."

Jack raised a brow, and looked at Damien. "Don't let her drink anymore."

"I won't."

Nodding, Jack pushed away from the table, turned, and stepped away backward. "Once the curse is gone, things will be back to normal... ish. I can get back to regular Right Hand stuff. We can deal with Terra Den and Jeremy long, and the Carthians. Hell, we can see about getting you some more freedom for your Longinus stuff."

Damien laughed. "And your sister?"

"I... Mom and I will figure out something. It sucks just leaving her there, but no one lives there, so she isn't hurting anyone." Jack looked down for a moment, searching for the words, though he'd already shared them with Damien several times. It hurt him, badly, to have Mary back in his life as a ghost. It hurt his mother, too. The only reason the situation was manageable, and not driving them to the brink of insanity, was because they were vampires and already buried in a strange, supernatural world.

"It'll be nice to have things normal again," Damien said. He couldn't keep a little sadness out of his voice, like the idea was some lofty goal beyond them. It kinda was.

Jack managed a weak smile, but nodded, waved, and walked away. "I'll talk to you later."

"Later then." Damien nodded to his friend, and watched him disappear down the stairs.

Rolling his eyes, Damien stood up, turned around, and looked down at Fiona in the booth seat. She was busy reaching across the large, circular booth table, in an effort to reach some alcohol Natasha's boys had left. It didn't occur to her that she was too short to reach, or to scoot across the booth to reach from the other side, and she whined before looking up at Damien, as if he'd rescue her from her horrible predicament.

"You knew," he said. "You knew Jack and I were avoiding each other."

"Aye."

"And... and you knew, if you got us all here, we'd talk." Because, much as Damien and Jack were very different people, they shared many things in common. A dislike of social situations like the gathering they'd just had, for one.

"Aye!" She pushed up onto her hands on the table, and almost got onto it on her knees before Damien gently pushed her back down into the seat.

"You, are smart."

"I know!" Giggling, she wrapped her arms around him, and grinned up at him as she did. "Tits make everyone easier tae talk to."

"I'm pretty sure tits make it harder for people to talk to each other"

She shook her head. "Yer wrong!" Giggling again, she reached up, pulled down on his neck, and kissed him. She smelled of life, joy, and alcohol. "Now, come 'ere."

"I am here. I--" His mouth froze, and he stared at her, jaw hanging, as she again slid the straps off her shoulders. Before he could say anything, she giggled, climbed back onto the table, kicked off her shoes, and slid the dress off her legs, leaving her completely naked. No underwear. "Uh, Fiona, you..." Damien gulped, and looked over to the other booth. In the darkness, he could see the werewolves and vampires grinding, touching, fondling, drinking. In another booth, two vampires were lip locked, bodies barely able to fit between booth and table.

Fiona grinned at him, and reached out for him. He approached, and once he reached the edge of the table, she sat up, inched forward toward him, and set her hands on his pants.

"Here?"

"'Ere." She slid her hands into his pants, found his length, and teased it. He wasn't Blushing Life yet, but that didn't seem to bother her.

"There's... people around."

"Doin' the same thing I want tae be doin'. Blush for me."

He sighed, and smiled down at the very drunk, very beautiful, very naked busty little redhead. "Fiona, you're drunk."

"Ah am."

Lord, give him strength. "And, we just spent a few hours with some--"

"Giant tits!"

"I was going to say beautiful people."

"Aye, very beautiful. Natasha is so tiny, but the Prince and her friend are so tall! Tall, and busty, and... and wow. The Prince's tits are just... mmmm!"

Why was it so extremely hot when a woman showed obvious sexual interest in other women? He rolled his eyes again, more at himself than anything, and smiled at the naked woman trying to break him.

"They're breasts, Fiona. We--"

"But they were huge!"

He laughed. This woman, his polar opposite, swimming in sin and alcohol without a single hint of shame or concern, was changing him. She continued to massage and fondle his soft length, eyes gazing up at him, and he drowned in her golden gaze. She squeezed her breasts together with her biceps, licked her lips, and placed a kiss on his stomach.

Lord, forgive him. He gave in, and Blushed. The smell of her, the taste of her, he had to have more. Even in this place, this very public place, he had to have more.

She moaned with a squeak as his length hardened in her hands, and she stroked it while she beamed up at him.

"In case you didn't notice, Fiona, you also have really huge breasts."

From the little Damien knew about women, telling a girl she had huge breasts wouldn't normally be met with overflowing giggles of pure joy. In Dolareido, the women -- and men -- were a bit more vain, sure, and a compliment like that might fly better. But Fiona took it like he'd struck some sort of magical chord that resonated with her whole being, something that made her feel beyond happy.

"Nae as big as the Prince's."

"No, but I don't think anyone thinks her body is natural."

"Fake tits?"

Damien laughed. "More like, she probably did something to herself a long time ago. The white hair, red eyes, extreme height, and breasts?"

Fiona tapped her chin at that, before nodding. "Yer likely right. But, there wasnae any plastic in there! A lass always knows." Nodding sagely, as if admitting to some sort of ancient, secret wisdom, she let go of his length, and cupped each of her breasts. With enthusiasm, and absolutely no subtly, she bounced each breast in her hands, one then the other. "Big as Elaine's?"

He rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that night, leaned down, and kissed her. "Yes. And because you're little, your breasts look utterly massive on you. Jessy says you're half boob." The compliment was ridiculous, but he knew it'd work. Fiona was like Jessy in a strange way, with similar social sensibilities. No wonder they got along.

Giggling like a maniac, she kissed him back, and slid further back along the booth table, until she was far back and between the curve of the booth seats. Shadows covered her, but Kindred eyes could see through the minor red lighting and the pulsing white to see the naked, curvy, beautiful redhead as she laid her body out on her back. One hand slid between her legs, and she masturbated casually, as if she was in the privacy of her apartment. His Kindred nose knew she was dripping wet; she'd been aroused five minutes into the party, like the werewolves. Finally able to release her pent up arousal, she wasted no time touching herself.

"Come 'ere, 'n treat me like one of those kine at the ball!"

He chuckled, a sound he was starting to re-familiarize with the more he spent time with her, and he slid into the booth seat. Concern for people who might see them, gone. Concern for watching his back, gone. Concern for his appearance, and not looking like a proper bishop, gone. There was a meal on his table, and he was hungry.