My Little Ventrue Pt. 08 Ch. 17

Three minutes later, she was cumming. Her bounces slowed in pace, but increased in strength, and she continued to lean back with her hands on his legs as she milked her orgasm. Every couple of seconds, she lifted her butt off him, then slammed it back down, causing her breasts to almost jump off her chest before settling down, hanging with their mass. Her insides clenched once she devoured him, the lubricant allowing the skin to keep sliding. And her exposed pussy clenched on itself, causing more juices to leak out of her. More, and more.

Veronica gasped, and brought the camera in close, and close, until she was almost blocking Jack's view. She had the camera pointed straight at his cock, Elaine's trembly slit, and the juices leaking out of her. Yeah, vampires made a mess when they had sex. Not exactly the most ideal way for Veronica to learn that, though.

Elaine stopped bouncing, and instead slowly ground her hips back and forth an inch while keeping him buried to the hilt inside her ass. She grinned at him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her clenching pussy, and how the pink slit, a little spread with her thighs apart, leaked more juices. That was a hefty orgasm, and her body quivered with it, tremors working through her and causing ripples to dance along her thighs and heavy breasts.

"And," she said as she stopped shivering, "after the first taste of bliss, the following are always much, much easier to catch."

He managed a slow nod, but otherwise said nothing, just watched as the busty blonde grinned down at him.

"Perhaps my love would enjoy some poses?" Antoinette whispered. "Or, perhaps Jessy would?" She gestured idly to the camera.

"Ah, leave it to a Daeva to consider fashion at such a time." Shrugging and laughing, Elaine turned to her right a full ninety degrees, and set her legs out on the bed on his left side, beside Veronica. She folded one over the other, pulled up her knees closer, and sat up straight. "Perhaps, your love would like to cum inside a business woman? That must look quite tantalizing on film." If she'd been wearing her suit, she would have looked exactly like she was sitting in an office chair at work. And, her sitting on his lap, naked, with his length buried snug in her ass, made it a thousand times hotter.

"Hmm. Non. Something else?"

Elaine tapped her chin, thinking, and turned one-eighty, putting her legs on the right side of him. She leaned back over his left side, pressed both hands down against the blankets underneath her, and arched her back, pushing her breasts up toward the ceiling. Oh good god. Each position earned a tiny groan from him, and a louder one from Veronica, as she slowly panned the camera up and down Elaine's body.

"A swimsuit model, perhaps?" his great grandsire asked.

He almost said something, like 'yes fucking please', but stopped himself. It was a game, a game they played often. Tease him until he came. He loved this game.

The Prince shook her head. "Non."

"Picky, are you not?" Rolling her eyes, Elaine turned away from him, straddled him with knees outside his legs, sat up straight, and reached her hands up. "Perhaps, a voyeur, spying on a woman as she showers?" She ran her fingers back through her long blonde hair, elbows up and out, and ass gripping hard despite her very slow, sensuous back-and-forth hip motion.

He sucked in a small breath, and Antoinette chuckled.

"I think you have found it, oui."

"Ah. Your lover is a dirty boy. Quite reprehensible, to spy on a woman while she bathes. Something I am sure that harlot Jessy would gladly do." She turned her head enough to get a peek at him and the camera over her shoulder, but she didn't stop grinding her ass down onto him, and she didn't stop playing with her hair, either. With her elbows up and her back arched lightly, her heavy breasts were visible from behind, the outer curve of each jiggling slightly with every forward thrust of her hips.

And, of course, her ass was on full display. She was a curvy woman, like Antoinette, thin with the discipline of an athlete, and blessed with the genetics of a curvaceous goddess. So, like Antoinette, she had a great ass, and when he wasn't staring at the teardrop curve of each of her breasts visible along the sides of her torso, his eyes were locked onto her ass, and where his cock penetrated it.

He was cumming a minute later. And Elaine, chuckling the whole time, milked him, grinding and swaying and posing for him relentlessly, even as his hot cum gushed into her and soaked everything inside. Veronica whimpered, and slowly panned the camera up to his head where it sat between Antoinette's breasts, and then back down over his chest, his crunching abs, and where his cum trickled out of Elaine's ass down onto his pelvis. Elaine's muscles trembled, clenching in random spasms a few times, and warmth flowed down onto his testicles. She was cumming too. God damn, she really did enjoy this.

Elaine turned to face him again, without removing his length from her insides. He groaned as the movement reignited pleasure along his sensitive skin, and caused more of his cum to trickle down his length out of her. And of course Veronica groaned as well, and she leaned in so close she finally did block Jack's view, all so she could get a closeup of Elaine's pussy.

Chuckling, Elaine leaned forward, weight on her knees, and slid forward an inch, guiding his cock to press forward toward her pussy. Apparently she wasn't done. She smiled at the camera, at Veronica, and bounced. She raised her hands to her breasts, and played with them, squeezing and massaging, all the while driving her hips back and forth on Jack's body.

"I can be Antoinette," she said between a few planned, expert moans, "dancing for her lover." With a wicked smile, she slid her hands up to her hair and combed her fingers through it, elbows up and out again, except this time with her body facing him, and her hips moving seamlessly. And as Jack stared, she twisted her hips in a circular motion.

He recognized that dance. That was a belly dance, the slow, sensual kind. The Ventrue riding him slowly twisted her and shook her hips left and right, while constantly driving them back and forth. She slid her hands down her body, elbows still up, until her fingers found her breasts where she traced playful circles on the huge, rippling mounds.

She bounced faster, driving her ass back and forth, until she sighed with pleasure, and slowed. More juices trickled down her pink lips and onto his body, mixing with his cum still sneaking out of her gripping ass and onto his cock.

"You're not human!" Veronica said. "This is... just... oh my god, how you are doing that?"

Elaine and Antoinette looked at each other, and laughed.

"I think your new thrall has earned a taste," Antoinette said, and she ran her fingers down Jack's body, down his abs, and down to the wetness Elaine's empty, clenching slit dripped onto his pelvis. "I think Jessy will be satisfied."

Jack peeked over at Veronica. The poor girl was delirious with arousal. He could smell it, and so could the elders. Her face was red with embarrassment, but also excitement and desire. And she had earned it; she still held the camera up, pointed at Elaine, slowly working the woman's whole body.

"I think you're right," he said with a grin. Ok, yeah, this was fun.

Veronica gasped, and beamed at him. Her eyes melted with desire as Jack groaned, pleasure rippling through him as Elaine slipped off him.

Chuckling, Elaine grabbed his ankles, and pulled him off Antoinette and toward the bottom edge of the bed like he weighed nothing. She motioned for Veronica, and the girl bounced off the bed and joined them, standing before Jack. Elaine took the camera from her, sat down beside Jack, and helped him sit up as Antoinette also came to join them. The tall elder stood behind Veronica, and folded her arms across her chest as she watched, smiling, one of her fingers teasing a swollen nipple.

"She is yours, my love, your pet. Give her her commands."

Veronica, standing a foot in front of Jack, nodded excitedly. "Please, Master?"

He groaned softly, and licked his fangs. The Ventrue side of him almost came right there, with how his thrall, his pet, said 'master', and looked at him with doe eyes.

"Strip."

She mewled, and obeyed. Antoinette helped her, undoing buttons and taking her clothes as she shed them. Short, with pale skin, thin but soft, with large breasts that covered her ribs. The blue hair contrasted it perfectly. The three vampires each took a moment to admire the pierced nipples, the pierced belly button, and surprisingly, the tiny chain that dangled from her clit hood. When did she put that on?

"Am I... attractive enough?" she said, arms shaking at her sides, and eyes drifting back and forth between Elaine and Antoinette. The two elders chuckled quietly, but Antoinette looked at Jack with an obvious 'make her feel more secure' gaze.

Jack smiled at his new thrall, and held out a hand for her. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about fucking you since Elaine kissed you that first night, Veronica." Her eyes lit up. "Now, sit on my lap facing me, and take all of me, slowly."

Her whole body shook with adrenaline, and she took his shoulders into her trembling hands. He couldn't wait to Kiss her, and not just because of the effect adrenaline had on the taste.

The difference between Veronica and the two elders was instantly apparent. She whimpered as she lowered herself down onto him, eyes locked onto his abs and below. Antoinette and Elaine normally controlled their descents, and used subtle dancing rhythms as they devoured him. Veronica was struggling to not collapse with need, and every inch she took him was met with shivering muscles and hot, dripping juices. She'd been on edge for a long time.

Her groans filled the room as she took him to the base, and she stared down at her spread lips, and the tiny chain dangling from her clit hood. It rested against Jack's skin where cock met pelvis, only an inch long, and he smiled at Veronica as he looked down as well. That was an interesting sensation. That, was a fun sensation.

Elaine kept the camera pointed at Veronica's body, aiming it over Jack's shoulder so she could pan it up and down over the thrall, slowly but constantly drifting between her breasts, and to where her spread pussy soaked Jack. Antoinette stood behind Veronica, and set her hands on the thrall's trembling shoulders gently. The look in her gaze said it all: you're in charge of her, so have fun with her.

Now Jack understood why the two elders often had evil smiles on, cause he couldn't help but smile like a villain as he met Veronica's desperate gaze. She was so horny, so desperate for stimulation, so overwhelmed with the insanity of her situation, and so compelled by the Vinculum, her body was already a hair's breadth away from cumming. And seeing her that close, made him want to tease her.

"Happy?" he said to her.

"Yes, god, yes."

"And you want more?"

She mewled as she squirmed, desperate and boiling. "Yes, please."

"Then, hold still."

"What? Master, I--"

"Hold. Still." He set one hand on her hip, while his other reached down, and picked up the tiny chain by its end. And as he met his thrall's desperate eyes, he lightly jingled it.

"Nnnn!" She squeezed his shoulders, her jaw dropped, and her mewls turned into squeaks. Wriggling and squirming, she stared down at her clitoris, where it nudged against his pelvis whenever she involuntarily moved her pelvis forward, and moreover, how her piercing bounced along it. And she squeezed, hard, from even the smallest jingle, causing more of her juices to leak onto him.

There was only so much holding still she could do, before she started moving her hips. She tried to keep it hidden, but between all her mewls and whimpers and desperate squeezing on his shoulders, she started rocking back and forth. He didn't stop her. Her own attempts to stop herself, and simply being unable to, were delicious to watch.

She came, and her body turned into a writhing mess. Her muscles clamped down in spasms, and a new coating of hot juices trickled out of her as her insides milked his cock. He let go of the chain, set both hands back on her hips, and watched his thrall cum her brains out.

"Oh god, oh god!" Mewling, she leaned in closer to him, huge breasts pressed together by her elbows, hands still on his shoulders. She trembled like a leaf.

His evil smile grew, and he slid his hands up her sides, and up to her back. Antoinette let go and stepped back as Jack slowly pulled his thrall in closer, and the kine melted into him as he held her, her huge breasts overwhelming his chest in supple softness.

He breathed in her neck, the smell of life, of sex, of desire and sweat and juices, and hidden blood. He growled into her throat as he pressed his lips to it, and hugged her all the tighter, cock hardening until it hurt in anticipation. He was the predator, and she was his prey. His thrall. His, to devour and fuck and command.

He sank his teeth into her, and Veronica squealed as her whole body clamped down. Every muscle flexed and tightened, before relaxing into the bliss of the Kiss. Her warm blood flooded his mouth, and he growled into her more as he drank down the delicious liquid of life. And as he did, he grabbed her hips again, and forced her back and forth a couple inches on his lap. Not fast for either of them to cum, but more than enough to have pleasure building for them as the Kiss overwhelmed them with bliss.

Before Veronica passed out, he stopped. He licked her wound sealed, and let out a heavy, satisfied breath as he looked up at Antoinette. Even as he did, he kept moving his thrall back and forth on his cock, so hard now it might explode.

Antoinette grinned at him. "Have fun with your new pet, my love."

He growled into his limp thrall's body, picked her up, and set her on the bed behind him. She barely managed a squeak as he set her closer to the center of the bed, turned her over onto her stomach, and pulled her up onto her knees. He got on his knees behind her, aimed his cock at his thrall's dripping slit, and slammed into her, balls deep. The result was powerful. Veronica's body trembled, and her ass rippled with the impact, all while her depths clenched in desperate need. Her chain jingled against his testicles, undoubtedly teasing and torturing the poor girl's now overly sensitive clitoris.

Antoinette crawled onto the bed, slid closer, knelt beside him, and with a husky little chuckle, slapped Veronica's ass, hard. Jack froze as his nearly unconscious thrall whimpered, exhausted, but her insides told a different story. She squeezed harder than ever.

"Holy shit."

"Indeed," Antoinette said. "She is that type, as many are. Go, give into your more... masculine urges, my love. Fuck her until she bruises, spank her, choke her, she will love it."

He gulped, stared down at the extreme hourglass figure of his tiny thrall, and how her butt rested snug to his pelvis. And after a few seconds of hesitation, he slapped her ass. Veronica managed a squeal this time, quiet from how exhausted she was, eyes still closed, but her mouth was open with her constant panting, and her insides gripped him like a vise.

He growled, tightened his grip on her hips, and fucked her. Hard. Like a jackhammer, he pulled his hips back and slammed them forward, while pulling his thrall in to meet each thrust. Each impact was hard enough to shake the enormous bed, and earn desperate little mewls from Veronica as she quivered. A moment later, he slapped her ass again, hard enough the skin turned pink, and the woman came instantly.

But he didn't stop. Ignoring her whimpers, he pounded into her again and again, refusing to let up just because she was cumming. Her muscles clamped down in a desperate attempt to slow him, but he pushed through her drenched, boiling squeezes, and sank himself to the hilt again and again as fast as he could. A small part of him told him he should probably ease up, or the poor girl might get hurt. A bigger part noticed the wetness around his testicles growing, and growing, until each thrust made a splashing mess.

It only drove him on. He slapped her other ass cheek, earning more clenching spasms from the little thrall, and he fucked her hard again. And again, more of her juices splashed over his thighs as each slap of his testicles against her clit and piercing sent liquid everywhere. Her quiet whimpers and mewls grew quieter and quieter, but he continued, stopping every so often to give his thrall another good slap on the ass, drawing another hard clench out of her trembling insides, before he fucked her again.

Finally, as the boiling heat under his cock rose up and flooded his length, he slowed his pace. He thrust into her, and stayed balls deep inside her as his cum filled her. After a second, another hard thrust, testicles slapping her clit piercing, and more hot juices trickled down their skin, some of it hers, but now some of it his. He spanked her again, pulling a desperate, weak little squeak, and earning another little squirt of her hot juices onto his testicles.

And of course, Elaine filmed it all. She panned around, made sure to get Veronica's side and probably show off how great her profile looked with her ass in the air. But she spent most of her time beside Antoinette, looking over her shoulder, with the camera pointed down at Veronica's ass, and how her tiny pussy was spread around his cock and drenching it.

Just as Jack was about to pull out, Antoinette knelt behind him, pushed her stomach and breasts against his back, reached around him, and grabbed Veronica's hips. Second time in one night he got sandwiched between two women.

"Again, my love. Again."

He blinked up at her, up at Elaine, who just kept filming with a big grin, and he looked back down at Veronica. She was still awake, eyes partly open, but with her cheek against the blankets and mouth open, she did little more than drool and whimper. And her insides continued to spasm, silently begging him for more.

With his lover pressing her body against his back, Jack set his hands on Veronica's hips along with Antoinette's hands, and fucked his thrall again, and again. They kept going until she couldn't squeak anymore.