My Little Ventrue Pt. 08 Ch. 16

It didn't bother her that he was missing a leg. Well, Vrall had probably seen a million worse things in her lifetime.

"You've fed on Fiona, and took deeply. You must be bursting." With her elbows outside his hips and on the blankets, she set one hand -- two long finger claws and one claw thumb -- along his covered stomach, while the other slid down his pelvis to his shaft, and with the smooth backside of a claw, guided it straight up toward her sharp chin, between her squashed breasts. Licking her small lips, she gently slid the claw up and down between her bosom, smoothly gliding along his skin.

"I..." He almost said something stupid, like 'only partly, because a lot of that blood is going toward healing the leg'. But the truth was, Fiona's blood always elicited arousal in him, and a lot of it. A lot lot. It made him want to pin her down and feast on her as he fucked her into a coma. The only thing that kept him in control now, was half the blood going to healing the leg, and being tied up.

Vrall chuckled, a quiet, whispering sound, and slid her claw up to his glans. "I'd be lying, if I said I didn't enjoy how large you are between the legs, Damien. There are things I can do, I couldn't do otherwise." Slowly, she traced circles around his glans, almost using the tip of her sharp claw but never quite. Little sparks of pleasure danced on the ripe skin, each accompanied by a small jolt of fear, and eventually, a small drop of precum. She let out a raspy groan, and he wasn't sure if it was because of his obvious arousal, or the fact that, despite all their time together, she could still scare him.

With his girth still between her huge breasts, she tilted her head down and down, and set a kiss along his glans. He quivered at the explosion of sensation, sparks dancing along his sensitive skin, and rippling waves of pleasure working down into him until the bliss spread outward from the base of his cock. Muscles flexed, and cum gushed up through his length, hot and overwhelming.

Vrall smiled, and gently kissed his glans, softly suckling as several gushes of his cum soaked her dark lips. It flowed down back onto his length, and onto her breasts, coating her dark skin in thick lines of white.

"Already? And quite a lot."

"It's... your blood, I--"

"And, I think, you occasionally prefer Vrall over Fiona. I think you rather enjoy being bound and helpless, on occasion." Before he could defend himself, she laughed again, and waved a single, huge claw at him. "She doesn't mind the occasional sharing with me. And I, her."

"I--"

She tapped on his abs through the spiderweb with a claw, shaking her head. "Relax, my love. I am Fiona, and not. There are no secrets between us."

Love? He hadn't really thought about Vrall when he told Fiona he loved her. But then, Vrall was right, she was and wasn't Fiona. He loved Fiona, so he... loved and didn't love Vrall?

Stop thinking, and just relax, like she told you.

Damien took a slow, deep breath, relaxed back against the mountain of blankets and pillows he was tied to, and watched as the beautiful spider creature nuzzled her chest toward his pelvis again. He had cum a lot, thoroughly coating his large cock that Vrall seemed quite enamored with. Chuckling again with her dark, raspy voice, she slowly shifted from side to side, nudging her cum-covered breasts around his length. The weight of her heavy breasts meant they massaged his girth with each motion, supple skin spreading his cum more.

She stopped, and smiled at him again before she leaned her head down, and took his cock's head into her mouth entirely. Her could feel the flat side of her fangs, four of them, pushed to the top and bottom of her mouth so they wouldn't hurt him. And he could feel her small tongue gently tracing circles around his sensitive skin, while her small mouth and tiny lips, barely able to fit him, massaged back and forth along the base edge of his glans. The suction and grip of her lips, were very, very tight.

Fiona, for all her unquenchable sexual desire, was relatively new to sex. Vrall apparently had centuries of varying sorts of experience, and if she wanted to make Damien cum a second time in four minutes flat, she could, and did. The right pressure along the base edge of the head of his cock, massaging tightness from her taut, wet lips, all while her tongue caressed and teased him, was just too much. He squirmed for a few seconds, before another hot gush of his cum flooded her mouth.

She smiled around his cock, eased her motion, but kept him inside her, even as she let his cum flow out from her lips. More streams of white coated his length, and the two breasts squashed between his thighs and onto his pelvis. With her blood filling him and driving his body insane with desire, his orgasms were always long and powerful, and he stared down at the spider monster as she milked him for more cum, until her breasts were coated.

"Two," she said once lifting her head.

Shaking as the climax settled, Damien gulped and forced his head up. "I--oh dear Lord."

Using her spider legs, Vrall lifted herself up, stood upright with blade-feet dangling in the air, and turned herself upside down, a slow rotation that took time as her spider legs stepped around and around the walls. Once completely upside down, she smiled at him again, before she descended onto him. One of her hands took his cock and pointed it up to her, while her other slid down her own stomach before slipping between her thighs. As she took the head of his length into her mouth again, she masturbated, and Damien stared as the strange upside-down position showed off her body in a way he'd never imagined. He could see everything, her flat, tiny stomach, her curvy legs, the underside of her jaw as her lips spread around his cock, and most hypnotically, her cum-soaked heavy breasts dangling upside down, and gently jiggling with her motions.

"Um, Vrall, you don't need the acrobatics to--" He sucked in a breath, and forced himself to keep his eyes open, gaze locked onto the underside of Vrall's jaw and throat, as she lowered herself down and down until her lips found the base of his girth. Again, a jolt of fear ran through him. She had four very long fangs in that mouth, and their flat, smooth sides slid harmlessly back and forth along his cock; they were bent out of the way, like a snake's. Fear melted away, or at least drifted into background noise, as he enjoyed to the tightness of her lips, and her throat.

Her slender neck bulged, showing how deep she'd taken him, and he shuddered as she again lowered herself until her lips kissed where his cock met his pelvis. With her large breasts hanging upside down towards her collar bone and shoulders, he had to look between them to see how her mouth slid up and down, and how her neck distended to fit him. They rippled with her subtle motions, and his cum trickled down them and onto his pelvis, and where the spiderweb held his abs.

Her hand between her legs worked faster. How she managed to not hurt herself as she masturbated, he had no idea. Spider precision. How she managed to not hurt him with her fangs, he had no idea. Vrall wasn't human, not even close, but damn, there was no denying how insanely sexy everything she did was. She swallowed his length whole again, her throat bulging as she kissed and suckled the thick base of his girth. Slowly, she nudged her head around and around in a small circle, and Damien outright groaned.

With her legs pointing up, and one hand caressing her clitoris, her other reached down and teased his testicles. Sharp, very very sharp claws traced along the soft skin, hard enough he could feel the sharpness, but not hard enough to hurt. She must have felt him clench in preparation for pain though, cause her throat clenched up as well; probably trying to laugh. Gently, she cupped and teased his cum-soaked testicles instead, caressed, and massaged them, sending pleasant, soothing waves up through his pelvis that felt very much at odds with what was happening. He was bound to a bed in a haunted, abandoned hospital, and a giant spider lady was hanging upside down over him.

He couldn't help but push his hips upward toward her as a third orgasm hit him. Vrall kept him buried, and made no effort to move. Based on what her hand was doing between her legs, she liked what he was doing, that he was struggling to fuck her throat despite being tied up. Struggling, wriggling, she liked it when he did that, and he couldn't not do that as her slender neck and tight throat milked him.

Eventually he collapsed, and the spider lady slowly lifted herself up, lips squeezing tight as she did. Gripping, warm flesh along his cock's tip in post orgasm was almost painfully pleasurable, and he moaned quietly as she eventually lifted herself off him. And when she tightened her lips even harder over his glans, he groaned loudly.

Chuckling, the spider lady slowly turned herself upside up again, hovering in the air over him. How she managed to smoothly adjust eight massive, long, multi-segmented, extremely pointy legs, without so much as making a sound, he could not fathom.

"Vampires are such wondrous children of the Dark Mother. A belly full of blood, and your hunger is replaced with desire. A belly full of my host's blood, and you're a slave to it. Exquisite." Slowly, she lowered herself, and set the little lips of her tiny slit against the underside of his cock, pinning it to his abs. Hot, and dripping.

He didn't believe vampires came from the Dark Mother, and Vrall knew that. But now was definitely not the time for a theological debate.

She slid forward, dragging her drenched pussy over his length, and without using her hands, arched her hips back and slid back, guiding his cock's head against and into her tight entrance. He shivered as the monster's gripping depths devoured him, and she wasted no time taking him to the base until he could feel how much he was stretching her.

Chuckling, she lifted her human-ish legs, set one of them on his chest and over his left shoulder, and then folded the other leg over it, also setting it along his chest and over his left shoulder. He froze as those razor sharp legs settled an inch from his left ear. The spider monster didn't have feet. Instead, her long shins came to razor sharp points, similar to her spider legs, and if she wasn't careful, she'd stab him.

Of course, Vrall didn't have to use two arms or two legs to do anything. Her eight spider limbs lifted her up, brought her forward a couple inches, and pulled her back and down in a circular motion, a fucking motion. And she watched him as she did, keeping her two legs where they were, crossed at the knee, gorgeous thighs pressed together, while she hugged herself, arms under her breasts. Chuckling, she traced the blunt side of her claws along her breasts, drawing lines through his cum toward her dark, swollen nipples, all the while she bounced back and forth on his cock, controlled by her spider legs.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew Antoinette probably did this with Jack, sit on him like she was getting comfortable on a chair or couch, and fuck him in that position. But Vrall had an advantage, with her spider legs allowing her to bounce on him without needing to use any other muscle. She truly was just sitting on him, like he was furniture, or helpless prey ready to be eaten, but either way, it was strangely arousing. It was strangely awesome.

He'd never stop wanting to feel Fiona squirm, struggle, beg, and cum when he was in control, but he had to admit, there was something terribly alluring about a powerful woman in full domination mode.

"Who is tighter?" Vrall asked, voice steady, smile wicked. "Fiona, or myself?"

"I..." That was a trick question if there ever was one. "You're both quite tight?"

She laughed again, and ran one of her claws up along her horns, not unlike a woman running fingers through her hair. Vrall had no hair, but the myriad of horns were fascinating and marvelous, and he stared at her as she combed her claws over them.

His eyes closed as her insides clenched, and wet heat trickled over him. The spider monster let out a raspy groan, and slowed her bouncing. Eventually she came to as stop, still sitting on him, and she smiled at him when he finally opened his eyes.

"Oh, not four?"

"Um, no, not yet."

"Well, close your eyes, little fly, and enjoy. I aim for five. Or perhaps, six?" Grinning, she started bouncing again, and Damien groaned as his eyes closed again her soaked, squeezing insides milked him with expert control.

Vampires could get addicted to sex, with the Blush of Life letting them do some pretty interesting feats of sexual endurance. And with Vrall exploiting how strong and strange Fiona's blood was, and the effects it had on him, he didn't know that that sort of addiction was a very real possibility.

"And," she continued, "I think we will have to continue this treatment, several times a week at least."

He melted into the bed, and gave into the spider monster. Of all the things to be concerned about, getting on the good side of his love's monster half wasn't one of them. He already was.

"I can agree to that."

"As long as you treat my host well," she said, "I will treat you well, vampire. I have not even begun to share with you the pleasures I am capable of." He winced as the woman clenched on his length hard, and she chuckled on him before letting out some more raspy groans. Her juices flowed over him, almost boiling hot, and it wasn't long before his joined them. "There. Four. I think I will aim for six. And you will not be going anywhere until they are had."

Lord, protect him from sexy horny monsters.

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~~Antoinette~~

"Wait here, Daniel."

The man sighed, a quiet and subtle thing, before he sat within one of the pews. Which surprised her. Daniel shared much of her hatred for the Lancea et Sanctum, from centuries of conflict dealing with their absurd beliefs. The Ordo Dracul valued knowledge. The Church valued faith, and if they discovered knowledge that cast faith into doubt, they destroyed it.

Simply standing within the cathedral that once represented their existence in Dolareido had rage bubbling underneath her skin.

Daniel adjusted his glasses, and nodded toward the cross far above the pulpit.

"Sometimes," he whispered, "I have to admire their faith. Sometimes, I wonder if, perhaps..." He shook his head, and straightened his spine. "If something happens, I'll hear it."

She nodded, and continued down the isle of the nave. Despite her desire to simply ignore everything about the cathedral and its contents, she could not help but stop and look up at the cross. A symbol of faith, of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ and his Father. But to her, it represented nothing but frustration, an enemy, the banner hoisted by fools who would cast the world back to the dark ages with their fear and self loathing.

And yet...

Sighing, she continued on, and stepped down the path into the depths of the Earth, to Maria's den. Once it had been Lucas's, before the purge, and now it belonged to Lucas's lover. Following the purge, there had been an unspoken understanding between the two women that, as Maria did not interfere with the purge, the least Antoinette could do was leave the cathedral standing for her. It was an agreement she did not intend to cease, but the following conversation could change that.

At the first gate, she frowned at the destruction and the shoddy, temporary repairs. Bent bars, ripped apart and destroyed by large hands with claws. Feats of strength Antoinette could accomplish now, but not during her neonate years. Even during her ancilla years, bending such massive bars would have required great amounts of vitae. To werewolves, they were minor obstacles.

An elder Daeva or Nosferatu could surely overpower a werewolf of any age, but only with the might of centuries under their command. Neonate and ancilla Kindred would have a much more difficult time managing the insane power and strength Uratha came to almost immediately upon their first transformation. A pack of werewolves, all with such power? A threat to any elder, to her, to Daniel, and to Maria.

Antoinette waited. No need to knock, not with Maria's elite guard standing within the long tunnel. Soon one of the ghouls came to her, bowed at the neck, and opened the gate. Antoinette returned the nod, and said nothing as she followed the ghoul to the next gate, where yet another ghoul opened the path. Four ghouls, four gates. Four more ghouls waited within the great dome, and Antoinette was not so confident as to ignore the threat they posed. One of them was armed with a flamethrower.

"Prince," Maria said from within her coffin. The large, black coffin sat upright against the back wall of the dome, and the pale woman stood within, leaning back lightly against its soft, white lining. It matched her dressed. After meeting Antoinette's eyes, Maria looked to her nearest ghoul. "Go, and take the others to the first gate. Wait there until the Prince leaves."

The ghoul nodded, and took her companions into the dark of the long tunnel.

"Madam Turio," Antoinette said, and she stopped twenty feet from the armless woman. "You know why I have come."

"Yes, I imagine I do." With a heavy sigh, Maria stepped out of the coffin. Antoinette almost stopped her, but Maria would not let an injury as blazé as losing her arms keep her from standing tall and proud. "I do not envy your dilemma, Prince."

"You refer to the curse."

"Yes. Jack the Ripper, as predictable a name as that is... is far more horrendous than I imagined. Mister Terry described its power and its desires to us before, but I couldn't have imagined."

Antoinette held her poker face, but the conversation had moved in a direction she did not expect. And Maria knew it. Was this how it was to be, then? A jousting game, until the conversation eventually reached its inevitable topic? Very well.

"Twice, I have seen this curse's power first hand," Antoinette said, "and its grotesque personality. My love's measures to keep it under control have proved successful, but they limit him. I understand he engaged the Uratha without those limits, and in the chaos, the curse was unleashed."

"Correct. I... appreciate what Jack has done for me, Prince. He knew the risk, and yet he went to war for me." The woman stepped around a nearby desk, sat, and motioned toward a nearby chair with her head. "He is a valuable asset to the Invictus. And he is valuable to the Lancea et Sanctum, in a way."

Antoinette smiled, grabbed the nearby chair, and set it near the desk to sit. As infuriating an idea as it was, that her lover had helped the Sanctified, Maria recognized it. But that was not the reason Maria would not wish to kill Jack. No, Maria's reason to spare the boy would be far more personal. All Antoinette had to do, was get the bloody woman to admit it. Easier said than done.

"My love has surprised us all, time and time again. But it is not his prowess that draws me to him, Madam Turio."

"Oh?"

"The boy is unfalteringly honest, down to his soul. He strives for fairness in all things, and will pour his everything into any task he deems necessary."

The Nosferatu smiled at that, and looked down at her desk. "Yes, quite true."

"And... he does not needlessly engage in violence. He's committed to the city, to the Invictus, but also to his humanity. He spares those he can, when he can."

Maria's smile faded, betrayed by a frown. "Who is he to cast judgment, on who deserves to live?"

Antoinette leaned closer to Maria, forcing her to look up, and she met the woman's eyes. While Maria may have been expecting a harsh glare from her, Antoinette instead softened her gaze, and offered her fellow elder a piece of her genuine side.