My Little Ventrue Pt. 09 Ch. 01

"To imagine sweet Samantha engaging in such salaciousness. Please be a little more artful with my childe, Jacob? She is in a delicate stage in her second life."

He waved a dismissive hand. "I like her, Ann. I'm not just fucking her for kicks. And the Circle likes her."

"The Circle. That reminds me. I wished to ask of Beatrice. I..." How to phrase the question, without inviting Jacob's elderly instincts? "I worry about her, Jacob, and the path she may be going down."

"Well, don't. At least, don't worry enough to stick your nose in. Let Triss do the shit she needs to do, to learn hard lessons the hard way."

"Jacob, come now. I let you keep the Elen woman because--"

"Ann, you're not letting me keep her. I'm holding her. You really want to push me on this?" Her old friend smiled, but the playfulness was gone, replaced with challenge. "You can play your games with the others, but you and I both know this city is ours, not just yours. Run your experiments, I'll run mine."

Frowning at the man, she slowly reached out, and touched his closer hand. "Jacob. I am not your enemy."

Jacob pulled away, stood up, and donned his usual smile. Jack called it the Joker smile. Antoinette knew it as the man's favorite mask.

"Stay out of my way, leave me to mine, and we won't have any problems, Prince."

She almost said something, almost pointed out how Jacob's interference caused many of her current troubles. But he would doubtless retort with how he helped her plant the evidence that led Viktor and Tony on their goose chase; merely the latest in the ways her old friend had helped her.

"But," he continued, "I won't let Samantha get involved in any of that shit. You got my word on that."

Antoinette sighed relief. "Thank you."

Jacob's manic smile softened as he nodded to her. And before Antoinette could catch a glimpse of the man's true self emerging, he pulled up the hood of his robe, and left.

Antoinette sat in her office, alone, and leaned back in her chair as she combed her hair over her shoulder. She trusted Jacob with Samantha. She mostly trusted Jacob with Dolareido. She did not trust Jacob with Black Blood, and the dark rituals they might pursue. Would the man let Beatrice walk a deadly road, only to learn a painful lesson? Surely he cared for his student more than that. Witches taught with brutal methods, but there was a limit.

The dead were gone, and if Beatrice came face to face with that reality in the most gruesome method the universe could possibly provide, it might break her.

Antoinette groaned, a classic sign that it was time to set aside her troubles, and rest. And she knew how she wanted to relax with the remaining hours of the night.

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She shivered, and let out a quiet, soft moan, as her love sucked her nipple into his mouth, and bathed it in warm kisses.

Sat upon a large white couch, deep underneath her Elysium tower, she leaned forward a touch to help Jack have easier access to her body. She wore a simple black robe, and she had opened the chest to reveal her breasts. Jack lay upon the couch beside her right, his head and shoulders on her lap and folded legs, and the boy gently devoured her breast over her higher thigh. The boy was still in his suit shirt and pants, jacket over the back of the couch, and she had already opened his pants' fly to slip his hard length out from the hole of his boxers.

She set her left hand upon her lover's head, and lightly stroked his buzzed hair, while her right hand lightly stroked his girth. A gentle touch, far too teasing and soft to lead him to orgasm. Tonight was about relaxing, and relax they would.

"You and Elaine have been... different, my love."

He raised a brow as he opened his eyes and peeked up at her from underneath her breast. Laughing, she leaned back, lifting most of the heavy weight from his face.

"Different?"

"Indeed, different. You used to be nervous around her, and she treated you with a degree of... dominance, dare I say it. But, not long after Avery's attack, that changed."

Jack sighed and nodded. "We had a talk. Talked about some... personal stuff, really, about the curse."

"Ah."

"I'm surprised you picked up on it, to like... the exact day."

Chuckling, she squeezed the base of his length, and gently worked her hand up and down a single inch in a firm massage. The boy groaned, and she chuckled as she used her left hand to lift her left breast, and set it upon the boy's face again. He opened his mouth, and again took her swollen areola between his lips. Sparks danced through her, spreading from her breast into her chest, and outward, gentle sparks she knew to trust and let build.

"If it is personal, I will respect that. Though I do hope you will share with me some degree of detail in the future?"

The boy nodded underneath her. She nodded in return, and again stroked his hair, lulling her lover until his eyes drifted closed again. She trusted him, and despite the dangerous games she knew Elaine played, she trusted her as well.

A quiver ran through her body, and again she moaned, a precise little sound, meant entirely to stir pleasure from the man feasting on her. And naturally, it succeeded, and Jack groaned into her breast hard enough she felt the vibration. A drop of his precum rose to the tip of his glans, and while most of her hand remained wrapped around his length, she used her index finger to gently spread the warm fluid around and around the swollen head of his shaft.

"Veronica. Has she served you well?" she asked. He nodded. "And, has she tried to seduce you, without me present?" He chuckled into her bosom and shook his head. "Ah. I am convinced she would like to. Perhaps I scared her into submission?" He nodded, and it was Antoinette's turn to chuckle. "Good. Also, I have learned of another woman I think would make a wonderful thrall, for a Kindred like yourself."

Jack opened his eyes, and stopped suckling, pulling his head back. "You don't have to--"

"Nonsense." Her left hand pressed against the boy's head, and nudged him back into her breast, covering his mouth so he could not speak. "You have done very well with Veronica. I believe you have exposed her to too many elements of the Masquerade too quickly, but I am impressed nonetheless. She manages her new role well." She leaned forward a little, squashing her breast into her love's face so only his eyes were visible under her supple skin. "And it arouses me to no end, when you fuck her until she is nothing more than a quivering little creature, cumming over, and over, on your length."

Jack groaned into her breast again, and she smiled all the more for him. Her hand slid off his girth, and danced up his stomach and chest, deftly undoing buttons. With a wicked grin, she spread his shirt, exposing his delicious, tight little body of muscle, and slid her fingers down his abs before again gripping his cock.

"It has gone so well that I would suggest you acquire, perhaps, three new thralls?" she said. His eyes opened wide again, but she stopped him from moving, hand on his head keeping him firmly trapped underneath her breast. "An expedited schedule, oui. But warranted and earned. Your territory must be kept at high presentation, and your daily sleep well protected." She worked his length in more earnest, occasionally switching to a harder, massaging grip at the base, before raising it to work the whole length with a softer grip. "And I want to see more women succumb to your Kiss, and climax upon you."

Butterflies swirled in her chest as the boy groaned around her nipple again, and his cock flexed in her hand. A gush of his cum squirted high and landed against his abs, and she made sure to aim the following squirts to land in the same place. She caught some of the hot, thick liquid against her fingers, and spread it around his girth, allowing her hand to more freely slide over his skin so she could milk him, and earn another, and another splash of white cum over his hard stomach.

She leaned back against the couch, exposing more of Jack's face, but her breast was heavy and large enough he had no trouble keeping her nipple in his mouth. And as the tingling began to grow in her chest, sparking down toward her pelvis, she let go of his cock, cupped her other breast with her cum-soaked hand, and raised it to her mouth. She met his eyes and watched him, as she lifted her right breast to her lips, and suckled on her engorged, aching nipple.

She watched him watch her, as the two of them built the pleasure in her chest, until the pleasure sparks grew hard enough to make her muscles clench. The electric pleasure flowed outward from her sensitive areola into her chest and core, and down into her pelvis and legs, causing her muscles to lightly spasm in gentle orgasm. He recognized the signs, and they both eased the force of their suckling, settling instead into a tender rhythm of kisses and caressing licks, that teased the final sparks of bliss from her.

She let go of her breast, released a pleased sigh, and slid her fingers down through the cum that pooled in the indentations of his abs. Again, she took his cock into her hand, and now with wet fingers, gingerly stroked the whole of his length, while her other hand caressed his buzzed hair in the way she knew would lull him into heavenly relaxation.

"Natasha," she said, turning her head to look to the entrance of the breakroom. "You wish to speak to me?"

"S-Sorry! Sorry." The spying little creature squeaked, and stepped out from behind the archway. Jack turned his head enough to look at her, but Antoinette turned it back, burying most of his face under her breast again.

"Come now, Vola. You have both seen each other in the throes of passion. You have no reason to be shy with each other. Now, what did you wish to speak of?"

Gulping, the little Mekhet came over, and stood in front of the couch facing toward Antoinette, perhaps ten feet away. She did not sit down, choosing instead to squirm and wriggle on her feet.

"P-Prince. I wanted to ask about your... your um..." The tiny woman's eyes ran down Antoinette's body, her exposed breasts, and to Jack's face, or what little she could see of it.

As usual, Jack's face was mostly hidden when he lay in this position. The weight of her breast and supple skin on his visage both soothed him and aroused him, she knew, so she ensured it buried his lips, his nose, one eye, and all of his chin. And from underneath the heavy softness, her little Ventrue set a kiss upon her, despite Natasha being so close. Finally, the man was beginning to accept her way of thinking.

Perhaps obtaining his first thrall was the first step to the man's sexual awakening? The young vampire likely already thought himself awakened, considering the pleasures Antoinette bathed him with. How adorable. He would understand eventually, when a dozen thralls and ghouls, all at his command, washed him with their naked bodies.

"Yes, Natasha?"

"I w-wanted to ask about, if someone was going t-to talk to Avery, about... relations."

Antoinette sighed, gentle and sad. It was a delicate situation, and she had to handle it gracefully.

"Jack, my love, this is your area of influence." Or delegate it, like a true manager.

Sighing, Jack turned his head enough so his features were no longer covered by her breast. But she did not pull back either, content to let its weight sit on the side of his head and face. The situation was oddly amusing, and she found herself enjoying teasing the two of them.

"I sent Avery a text not long after the incident. Told her I'd pay a visit once everyone was feeling healed up."

Natasha looked down, frowning. "I know. I was wondering if... I could come?"

Antoinette could not see Jack's face very well, except for the tip of his nose, but she knew he would be smiling.

"Yeah, sure, I--" The boy's voice cut short, and a shudder worked through him, as Antoinette resumed stroking his length with her right hand. Wet as it was, she settled her grip along its center, high enough so her index finger could massage the base of his glans. "Uh, yeah, sure. But neither of us are on good terms with them. You really want to go?"

"I do. I want... t-to see how bad those terms are."

Antoinette watched Vola as the tiny Mekhet struggled with her internal torment. Now that her relationship with Arturo and Matthew was damaged, she did not know what to do about it. Antoinette had given her advice, but ultimately Natasha already knew what to do, intellectually. Emotionally was another matter, and only time would give her perspective.

"Then yeah, sure, come along, but it won't be for a few weeks."

She sighed and nodded. "I can w-wait. It'll be good... to..." Her eyes roamed back down Jack's body, to his cum-soaked abs, and to his shaft as Antoinette stroked it faster. The Prince knew how to make her love cum in minutes, and now, with his friend watching, it was a prime moment. A tight, massaging grip that worked most of the length, while using the top of the hand to work his own cum into his skin and glans, had the boy quivering in moments.

Antoinette released a pleased sigh, and Natasha stared, wide eyed, as Jack turned his face back into the Prince's breast, and came yet again. Thick waves of white fluid gushed onto his hard stomach, and both women watched with delight at how his abs, flexing in spurts as the boy quivered with orgasm, were soon covered in a second layer of cum. Enough fluid that it pooled into the indentations of his muscles, and rose and fell with each flex and fake breath.

"I must apologize," Antoinette said to Natasha. "Poor Jack is forever forced to entertain my... kinks." With an evil smile, Antoinette slowly milked more cum out of the shuddering man in her lap, and Jack exploited his Blush of Life to prolong his pleasure. Only once his abs were drenched in white did his climax relent, and Antoinette softened her grip.

"It's ok, r-r-really. I mean, after... all the making and trading tapes and stuff. It's... nice." She smiled, shivered a little, and fingerwaved at Jack. "A few weeks then. B-Bye."

Antoinette nodded to her student, Natasha returned it, and Jack managed a weak wave with his dangling left arm. Natasha laughed softly, and took a few extra seconds to admire Jack, and Antoinette as well, before finally turning.

As Natasha stepped away, Jack resumed his suckling, harder, and Antoinette closed her eyes as she melted into the touch. With her free right hand, she cupped and caressed her free breast while her lover insisted on devouring her left breast with increasing vigor. Her swollen nipple, bathed by the boy's loving tongue, sent sparks through her chest again, and she shivered as she let them build. Let soon evolved into encouraged, and she melted into the boy's kisses all the more.

Natasha, now completely hidden behind the archway leading out of the room once more, poked her head in yet again, enough to get a peek. Antoinette smiled at her, winked, and lifted her right breast up to her lips again. With Jack massaging and licking her other swollen areola, Antoinette had but to set a couple kisses on her other breast, for the orgasm to spark. The small jolts of bliss spread out from her nipples into her chest, and she melted back into the couch as she indulged the pleasant sensation.

To climax from her nipples lacked the sharp power of her clitoris, or the rolling depth and waves of having her insides pleasured, but it was pleasing nonetheless, tiny, electric shivers that spread out from her chest into her limbs. Jack knew to ease his kisses, her nipples growing painfully sensitive as the pleasure spread, and she purred bliss as the boy set only soft kisses on her breast underneath her nipple instead.

Antoinette smiled down at her lover as she leaned back, and set her right hand on his naked stomach. He continued to nuzzle his face into her breast, but instead of suckling and licking her nipple, he set the gentlest kisses on her pale skin, and smiled into the softness. With a small turn of his head, he managed to smile up at her from underneath her breast with his eyes, and she returned it as she caressed his scalp.

"Relaxed?" he asked.

"Mmm oui, quite. And you, my love?"

He laughed, and nuzzled his nose into her breast. "Yeap. Just want to stay here forever."

With his eyes blocked again, Antoinette risked a peek to Natasha, and offered her a knowing smile. The look on her face said it all. That Antoinette could orgasm from simply having her nipples kissed and caressed surprised her, but also, that their way of relaxing struck ache into her. She missed her boyfriends.

Antoinette offered her student a small nod, and slid her right hand up to Jack's chest, where she began to tease the indentations of his pectorals, as her left hand continued to stroke his buzzed hair.

"Jack my dear, have you spoke with Matthew or Arturo?"

"Nope. I've been avoiding the Uratha as a whole, really."

"I think, perhaps, you should speak with them, before you speak with the rest of the pack."

"This about Tash?" He sat up, considered thoughtfully, laid upon her lap once again, and re-hid his face under her breast. A far better place to be. "It'll be an awkward conversation." His voice, muffled by her body, earned a chuckle from her.

"Undoubtedly. But, I believe you have the delightful ability to disarm people, my little Ventrue, and help them see situations in a new light. Matthew and Arturo are trapped under the rule of their leader, but, perhaps you can help them... bypass such a limitation?"

"Uh, you're asking a lot."

"Am I?" She gave his chest a gentle, playful slap. "You know I would violate my role in the Ordo, if it meant saving our relationship. I know you would do the same against the Invictus."

"But you wouldn't sacrifice the city to save it, would you? Throw away millions of lives for us? And hundreds of paranormals?"

Ah, a painful truth. "I would be tempted, by love. But no, I would not."

"I think this is more about Matt and Art trusting Avery so much, they figured she had to be right about saving lives, that there was no way she could be wrong."

Sighing, Antoinette nodded. "Oui. But then, they let the situation escalate until they had no choice but to detain Natasha, my love. They handled the situation poorly."

"Yeah, they did."

"And," she said with a deep, huskier voice, and she leaned forward, purposefully squashing Jack's face under her bust, "we would never betray each other's trust. If my city were in such terrible danger, we would be discussing it, at length, long before such measures were necessary."

He grinned from under her bosom; she could feel the muscles flex. "I know, but that's also cause we trust each other enough to get into arguments about stuff. Rock solid relationship, right? We love each other." All muffled, of course. "They--"

"They love Natasha, I am sure of it. But even though their goals are not so dissimilar, they went against Vola in favor of Avery, because they are wolves, and follow their leader. You, my love, could help show them the folly of their ways, the folly of such blind trust."

"Sure, I can try. But, don't you still have a punishment to hit those two with?"

"Oh yes, and one will be given. And I believe my student has one in mind."