My Little Ventrue Pt. 08 Ch. 10

She did a good job hiding that she was actually pushing Jack to guide him back out of the cave. Good. Part of him kinda wanted to stay and throw a few punches, and he knew that was a damn bad idea.

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"Thought you were going to let me do the talking?" Shaking her head, she gently elbowed him in the side as the two stepped back onto the Dolareido sidewalk.

"I was! I was. Just, fuck, I wanted to make sure the hunters weren't being treated like prisoners."

Jessy shrugged at that. "Yeah sure, but that doesn't mean you needed to burn that bridge with Isabella."

"Hard to not burn a bridge with that bitch."

"Ha! Agreed. But still, you're normally pretty good about this sorta shit. What happened?"

Sighing, Jack looked down and stared at the toes of his Invictus shoes as he walked. "That sort of shit always annoys the ever living fuck out of me."

"Yeah, I get that, but you didn't let it get the best of you, before now."

"I didn't have this curse back then. Now, I can... I can have Isabella on her knees with the snap of a finger."

Jessy raised a brow at that. "Damn, that's badass."

He snorted. "I feel like a kid who's found his dad's gun, a shitty pistol with a quick safety and hair trigger. One fucking mistake and I'm going to kill someone."

"Better be careful then."

"Yeah, I know. But fuck me, knowing I can tell an asshat to fuck off and get to work now? It's... it's like god damn fucking candy! Knowing that if I wanted to, I could make her drag her pretty ass into the Invictus HQ, and openly admit she's being lazy? Hell yes." He looked up at Jessy, and she blinked at him, apparently not really aware of the sensation. "You've never dealt with someone stronger or richer than you, and all you can think is 'fuck I wish I had the power or money to deal with you?' But you couldn't?"

"Eh, I mean I guess? Normally I kinda just... try, and get beat up for trying."

He blinked at her, she smiled a big dopey smile, and he laughed. "Not me. I just fantasized about it. But, now I'm the... 'big dog.'" He air quoted that, naturally. "I can tell an asshat to stop being an asshat. I can genuinely fix things." And he wanted to fix things. Christ, if he could just fix everything, his purpose in life would be complete. He could die happy.

"Sounding kinda like a dictator there, you know? Waving a big ole 'I know best, follow me' sorta flag over your head."

He winced at that. "I know. I'm not an idiot. I shouldn't just go around, bullying people into doing what I want them to do, because I think I know best. Setting myself up for a historically cliché fall doing that."

"Maybe a bit, yeah. But I'm a little more concerned about how things are gonna be after you get rid of the curse."

"Get rid of it..."

"Yeah." She nudged him with her elbow again. "You know, that thing you wanted to do?"

He frowned at the street beneath him. "Yeah."

"Ok, um, you sound hesitant, and that's kinda scary. Last I heard, this curse thing was horrible, you hated it, and you wanted to get rid of it?"

"I do, I do. But I've had it under control for weeks now, and... and it's easy to forget the horrible shit, and only remember the good shit." The power in his fingertips, for one.

"Well, whatever you do Jack, I'll back you. You've earned it. Julias chose well. But take it from someone who's burned a lot of bridges: don't burn a lot of bridges. If you do get rid of the curse, the fuck you gonna do if Isabella decides it's time to shove you around?"

Sighing, he shrugged and looked up at the Gangrel. "I'll... ask for your help?"

"Ha!" She clapped him on the back and laughed. "A Ventrue, ask for help when his pride is on the line? I'll believe it when I see it."

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~~Antoinette~~

"I think I have seen far too many naked bodies the past few weeks," Samantha said.

Antoinette laughed, and smiled at her childe beside her. The two sat in one of her vehicles, being driven by one of her thralls, a large vehicle, but not quite a limousine. Deliciously overindulgent without being gaudy.

"You spend much of your time with witches and warlocks, my childe. Expect to be surrounded with flesh and sin."

"It's not really the image I think of, when you say witch. I think cauldrons and warts and stuff. And warlock just makes me think of Jack, playing video games in the living room."

Again Antoinette laughed. Young Jack, a boy, indulging his growing mind with the rising media of the current age. Such an image, so at odds with the current reality.

"Then allow me to correct your assumptions, Samantha. Long ago, in the woods distant from nearby villages, Kindred of the Circle of the Crone would gather. Come the full moon, they would sit around a fire managed by their ghouls, and they would pray to old gods, gods of the elements, and gods of forces beyond understanding. Sometimes they would sacrifice an animal to the flame. Sometimes a person."

Samantha gasped. "A person?"

How silly her childe was. Antoinette had told Samantha all this already, but her childe was the sort of woman who needed to hear information many times, and in many forms, before it sank past her skull. With time, she would sharpen her mind, despite the natural inclination of her first life's habits. She would have to.

"Indeed. Consider the myths you have undoubtedly come across, about some of the more barbaric acts performed by the occult, hundreds of years ago. Many such stories are simply tales of the terrible things the Circle has done, worshiping ancient gods or pursing dark magics. And, as you know, many such stories are filled with sex."

Samantha looked down and shivered; a shiver of delight, not fear. "There's definitely been sex."

"I am sure that Jacob, in his younger years, indulged in carnal delights of a similar nature to my own past. Though, some key details would be different. I preferred walls, and beds of silk. Jacob would have undoubtedly preferred fur rugs."

"Yeap, there's fur."

"And he would have included members of his family."

"F-Family?"

"The Circle of the Crone embraces an ancient tradition, sometimes called the Family. Kindred are given roles, such as Mother, Father, and others, such as the Maiden or the Whore." The details and purpose of which evaded her. She was no stranger to secrets; such was the way of the Ordo Dracul. But the secrets of the Circle were far more infuriating, as they rarely wrote what they believed or acted. A culture propagated either by frustratingly cryptic scripture, or through verbal story. "I am sure many in such a tribe would have joined in, and engaged each other sexually during some of their rituals."

"I... uh, haven't had anything crazy like that happen to me."

"Yet."

"Yet." She shivered again and smiled as she looked up to her. "But honestly, I think it's a little easier to, um, open up, sexually speaking, in that environment I guess? Beatrice and Jennifer are so nice, and they've got their legs around each other all the time." She put her hands up to her cheeks and shook her head, as if the very images going through her mind would condemn her. "Triss, she uh... Jennifer likes to... put her whole fist inside her! And not in her, you know, vagina, but in her..."

Antoinette could not help but laugh. "And that startles you?"

"Kinda, yeah. She gets really deep, and you can actually see her fist pushing up against her insides! And Triss cums and she absolutely soaks Jen, and--"

Antoinette leaned forward, and grinned at her silly childe beside her, causing her to freeze solid, an infant caught with hand in the cookie jar.

"You have watched them. Several times."

"I... um... yeah. I didn't mean to! But they have sex with their little cubbyhole cave open so I... can't help but notice, when I come or go." Sighing, she looked out the window at the passing houses, and ran her fingers back through her hair. "Aaron doesn't seem to be interested in doing that sort of stuff, but Othello..."

"Ah, Othello. I enjoy the man, as one Daeva to another, but his mind is perhaps on the other end of the spectrum from mine, or any dragon's." If the man had a mind at all.

"He. Is. Gorgeous." She giggled, and Antoinette raised a brow at her, but did not stop smiling as she leaned back and watched her childe be a child. "So much muscle! And Madison, she's so pretty, and..." More giggles. "Her poor ass."

"You have not had anal sex with Jacob yet?"

"Antoinette!" Her giggles disappeared, replaced with shock. "I... I uh..."

"As I am sure Madison has made abundantly obvious, anal sex can be quite enjoyable for those with the proclivity. I never much fancied it, despite many efforts to. Alas." She shrugged. "You are a vampire now, sweet childe. Any and all concern with which orifice you indulge should be dismissed."

Trying to indirectly convince her childe to have anal sex with Jacob was a hilarious topic, but Antoinette kept her face smooth and calm. It was obvious Samantha was indulging her rediscovered sexual desires with Antoinette's old friend, and that was a connection Antoinette found value in fostering.

"I... I suppose that's true, isn't it? Every time I see Jen and Triss have sex, they're so... free to um... use any part of the body."

"Indeed."

She giggled again as a thought struck the sweet childe. "Not sure how Madison keeps herself clean for Othelo all the time, but she does. And she... she really loves having sex with him. Is it because of the Vinculum?"

"With the blood bind, a ghoul or thrall will be forever wholly infatuated with the master, unless steps are taken to break it, such as months without either contact or vitae fed to the ghoul. Such a bond could lead to sexual arousal, but it is no substitute for sexual skill. If Madison enjoys anal sex with Othello frequently--"

"Very frequently. Like, almost every night." She squirmed and wriggled as more dirty thoughts ran through her innocent mind. "She cums and soaks him too, just like Triss."

"Then I am sure the man has the skills and knowledge to earn such pleasure."

Samantha leaned toward her, as if sharing a dark secret only to be shared among close friends, women sipping wine around a table in the living room. "One time, Madison was giving him a... blowjob. Triss and Jen sat with him and watched. And... and I did too! Even opened my blouse for him." She cupped her cheeks in her hands again. "I showed him my breasts, and he stared at them, and came in his ghoul's mouth! Ugh, I felt so... hot, and guilty! I told Jacob later. He just laughed and said next time, I should give Othello a strip tease."

"Of course he did, childe. Though I suspect he would not want you to partake, at least not without his presence."

"Y-Yeah, but still. In that cave, I could... I could walk into that cave, strip, and ask everyone to have sex around me, while they watched me. And... and they would!"

Oh Jacob, what have you done to her sweet, innocent childe? Not so innocent anymore. Antoinette laughed, finger against her cheek, and she smiled at Samantha as she pondered.

"Be careful, childe."

"I know I know. Don't wanna put myself in that sort of situation, buried that deep with the Circle, and suddenly--"

"It is not that, Samantha."

"No?"

"Non. If you wish to become very close friends with the Circle, then by all means, do so." And by all means, share every detail with your sire, sweet little Terry. "If you want to swim in the flesh and fluids of the witches and warlocks, by all means, do so. Enjoy yourself. My concern is that you remain aware that you are Daeva, and Daeva can often become obsessed with their passions."

"I never really thought of sex as a passion of mine."

"And yet..."

Samantha sighed, dreamily at that, and smiled at her. "And yet, I look forward to seeing Jacob, half because I enjoy spending time with the man, half because the sex is so damn good. Is that shallow?"

"Not at all. As you said, you enjoy talking to the man."

"I do. He's... he's fun, in a strange, chaotic kinda way, you know?" Another longing sigh. "He makes me feel young."

"You are young, compared to my old friend."

"Heh, that's true, isn't it? But he seems young too. He laughs, makes jokes, actually funny, witty jokes. He's smooth, you know? Really... suave, and smart." She squirmed some more. "And he's really, really talented."

"Go on," Antoinette said. Samantha always needed a small nudge, to be let out of her shell to share details of her love life. And she wanted to share them, otherwise Antoinette would leave her to her privacy. But Samantha, young and inexperienced, was unaware of her own desires, despite how simple it was to read her. Antoinette could, and Jacob could.

"Last night, at Bloodlust, after the others left, he was kissing my neck, and then he... slid his hand inside me." She avoided eye contact with Antoinette, horribly embarrassed, but the sheer joy radiating from her helped her push through. "But then Othello and Madison came back, and when they realized what was happening, Madison sat down beside me, and Othello beside her. And Othello, he started doing to Madison what Jacob was doing to me." Again she buried her face in her hands, this time while looking down.

"It sounds like a delightful time. Othello's ghoul is beautiful." Antoinette leaned in a touch and whispered. "How many times did you climax?" After a small quiver, and while still looking down, Samantha kept one hand to her face to hide it, while she held up the other with three fingers high. "Oh my."

"I don't know what it is!" She threw her hands up as she sat up straight and lifted her head, exasperated. "Jacob gets his hands on me, and I just... melt."

"The man is ancient, my childe. He has slept with countless women, and from what Minerva told me, he enjoyed using his skill."

"Ancient. Kinda like you..."

Antoinette smiled, but kept it gentle. "I see where your mind wanders. Oui, what Jacob does for you, I have done for Jack."

Samantha managed a half grin. "And you enjoy that? The sex being so one sided, I mean."

"Oh, immensely. To share my skill with him? To please him? Jacob feels the same when he is with you, I am sure."

She smiled at that, and started to curl her hair around a finger. "He's spoiling me. And that... that makes me kind of nervous, honestly. If I was still human, I'd think maybe he was just a horny guy saying and doing all the right things to keep me in his bed. But, he's a vampire! He could have any human in his bed, any he wanted. A few drops of blood and a kine is enthralled, right?"

"Correct. Three servings. Every Kindred with power is spoiled for choice in my city, sexually speaking." Antoinette tilted her head to the side and raised a brow. "Are you concerned Jacob is unhappy with you?"

"I was at first. Thought maybe he was just getting close to me, so he could... I don't know."

Ah, perhaps Samantha was not as naive as Antoinette thought, if she considered Jacob's interest in her to be a way for him to manipulate Antoinette.

"Kindred will forever look for ways to better control wherever they roost, Samantha. Jacob undoubtedly took an interest in you because you are my childe, as a possible means to influence me. Do not hold it against him. I would have done the same." And she currently did so, in a way. "But since then, you have made it clear he is quite interested in you."

"All the sex--"

Antoinette put up her hand. "It it not the sex, Samantha. You have made it clear he is interested in you, because of the topics you have shared with me. Jacob does not speak of Minerva lightly, and yet you have told me that he has, indeed, spoken of her to you?"

"Y-Yeah, he has."

"He's spoken to you of his tastes?"

"Yeah. He likes jazz."

Antoinette grinned and relaxed back in the car seat. "Oui. He does."

The two grew quiet as the large car drove along. The street grew darker as they grew further from the entertainment and business districts of South Side, and quieter, the crowds eventually vanishing. Soon, the car came to a stop at the end of a driveway, and Samantha's old home awaited them.

"Are you ready?" Antoinette said.

"I... I am. Let's go."