My Little Ventrue Pt. 09 Ch. 03

Oh god not another one.

"You c-could ask her yourself, any time. She's completely, t-totally shameless."

"I could, I could. But she's, um, a little intimidating."

Tash giggled. "Jessy's just very upfront ab-bout what she likes." Shrugging, Tash pushed Elen's strange book aside. "Another one for storage."

Samantha nodded, grabbed the book, and set it beside the pile of other weird artifacts. Her eyes lingered on the book for a second, before she fiddled with her necklace a couple times, and looked back to Tash.

"A lot of vampires seem to be very upfront about the things they like."

Tash laughed and shook her head. "N-Not all of us."

Samantha smiled at her. "True. You're a lot more reserved. Every vampire I've seen half your age is, um, willing to do... well, anything, anywhere."

"Mekhet d-don't like to get involved as quickly as other Kindred." Much as she tried, she couldn't help but grin a little at the new dragon. "Daeva... are sort of the opposite."

Samantha squirmed, but smiled too. "I thought maybe Antoinette, and Elaine, were maybe peer pressuring me a little. Not to sound mean! Just, they're both very... sexually aggressive."

"They are, b-but it's not because they're asshole teenagers who want to make you conform. Antoinette in particular, she knows w-what she's doing. If she asks you t-to do something, there's a very good chance it'll be good for you. It might make you happy, or b-better yourself for the future." Antoinette played the long game better than any of them.

"That's true. They're so old, and wise. But sometimes I do think they're, um, a little disconnected, from the reality for a fledgling like me, you know? Every night, I feel like I'm a little girl, overwhelmed with every new experience."

"Is Jacob helping? Or... t-taking advantage?" Gently now. If she made Jacob sound like the villain she was sure he was, Samantha might get defensive.

Samantha sat back and thought about it. She might have been only a fledgling, but she was still a full grown woman in kine years, with plenty of experience under her belt. If Jacob was taking advantage of her, she'd know. Or, maybe not. There were lots of stories of older women being taken advantage of by scheming men, and vice versa.

"He's helping. He had my permission, the first time things got sexual. And the... following time. After that, he um, stopped asking, but not because he wanted to take advantage of me. He learned what I liked."

Natasha returned the woman's shy smile. It'd been like that with Art and Matt, too. The first few times, she had to give them permission to do things to her. After that, once they were doing sexual things, the boys felt comfortable enough to surprise her, sometimes with some very kinky or rough play. And--

And stop thinking about the boys. You're a vampire, newly in your ancilla years. You're powerful. You're ex-Right Hand, and now you're a dragon of the Ordo Dracul. Antoinette wants you to investigate extremely dangerous... things, about the nightlife of Dolareido, because she trusts you. Stop acting like an idiot little girl.

"That's good," Tash said. "Jacob has been... d-difficult to understand, since Minerva died."

"Ah, right, Minerva." The young Daeva frowned, and leaned forward toward Tash, elbows on the table. "Jacob talks about her, sometimes."

"He... d-does?" Tash blinked at her, several times. "He doesn't talk about Minerva with... anyone."

Samantha sighed, nodding. "I can see why. It hurts him, when he does. And he doesn't talk about her much."

"It's a little strange, f-for your boyfriend to talk about their... dead girlfriend, isn't it?"

The Daeva shrugged. "A little. But it's obvious he hasn't talked about her with anyone. And, he's so old, so ancient, that talking with him isn't like talking with a normal man. I can tell him anything, and he understands. I don't need to navigate any male ego."

"That must be nice."

"Ha. Come on, Art and Matt didn't sound like they had any ego problems."

"They are nice... boys. Dumb, s-stupid boys."

Samantha nodded apologetically. "With Jacob, there's none of that. And it's not like we talk about anything sexual, when we talk about our past. But, I tell him about James sometimes, about how we met, and how we fell in love. He talks about Minerva, and I can tell he's moved on, same as me. But, there is something there, something lingering around, and... I don't know. James dying was horrible, and it scarred me, badly. Then what happened with Jack, and then Mary, so much worse. But he knows exactly what to say to me about it. But with Minerva, it's like, her death left... something else, something more than just grief." She shrugged and sat back. "I don't know. It's a very weird relationship. I'm happy to be in it, but yeah, very weird."

Natasha absorbed, and did her best to not let Samantha realize she was saying very important information. No one knew much about Jacob. Even Antoinette said the man was a mystery, and she knew him better than anyone. Which might have meant that Antoinette let the man date her childe, because she saw it as a way to learn more about the mystery man. Was that the main reason she let the relationship happen, or maybe even nudged Samantha toward Jacob? To learn more about him? Or was it all just a happy accident?

"I d-don't envy you. I mean, it must be amazing, dating such a wise man, and, um, being so close with his circle, and--"

Samantha giggled, reached out, and pat Natasha's hand. "You may think it's dumb to talk about boys, but I haven't been able to talk about boys in years!"

"Years?"

"After James died, I didn't date again. That was over ten years ago."

"That's... a long time."

Samantha smiled, pat Tash's hand again, and sat back. A sensitive topic, surely, but the look on her face said she'd been through this conversation before.

"I'd been with him for a long time, when he died. We married young, and had Mary young."

Right, Samantha was in her forties when she was embraced. Late forties, even. She looked beautiful.

"You d-don't look like you're in your forties, you know."

The Daeva beamed. "Well, Mary really helped me get my life together. A couple years of taking care of myself did a lot to turn me around. But, as much as Mary was insistent, I... never really talked to her about, you know, guy stuff."

"She--"

"Oh, she told me about her boyfriends, but she was only in a couple relationships. And she didn't talk to me about sexual stuff. I'm her mother. And, I didn't talk to her about sexual stuff, cause I'd pretty much just be talking about James, her father, and..."

"Those would be some... awkward c-conversations."

"Exactly. And sure, I tell Mary about stuff sometimes now, but... but talking to her now is hard. And sometimes I tell Antoinette about stuff, but she always has that, um, teacher aura, right? It can be annoying sometimes, talking to someone who knows everything, and has done everything."

Natasha smiled. "Are you saying I d-don't know anything?"

"What? No! No, that's not--"

Tash laughed. "No no, I get it. I... d-definitely didn't do much socializing, for a long time. After Daniel sired me, everything was so... scary. I didn't handle it well. I ran, and the closest thing I could understand was the Invictus. I met Jessy, and... Julias." Natasha couldn't help but laugh some more, silly memories dancing through her head. "Jessy, she... has d-definitely been an aggressive person, for a long time."

"Maybe I'll talk to her more, in the future. She's intimating, but nice. She did lend me her ghouls." Samantha grinned and drew a few lines in the table with her fingers. "Jacob says I should have slept with them when I had the chance."

"They're... they're very talented."

Samantha blinked at her, before erupting into giggles. "Jessy?"

"Jessy. She... she was there, and she s-sorta... convinced me... to join her."

A perfect opportunity for Samantha to start teasing her. But, she didn't. She smiled like a shy, guilty little girl, and nodded.

"I'll tell you a little, if you tell me a little?"

Tash laughed. "D-Deal."

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~~Damien~~

Damien smiled at the little redhead beside him. She'd crawled into bed with him again. She had the key to his apartment, but none of the barriers he had up against his bedroom door were moved, boxes of clothes and whatnot. They served no purpose other than to let him know if someone had come into his room while he slept through the day. But he knew Fiona could get into his room without moving the door if she wanted. And she had. Scary.

He rolled under the covers, faced her, and laughed. She was facing away from him, and wearing one of her nighties, green, loose, and partly see-through. Judging from the sound of her breathing, she'd fallen asleep. And judging from the nightie, she'd planned to surprise him for some wake-up sex, but had apparently been impervious to the draw of sleep. Probably fell asleep maybe twenty minutes ago.

So naturally, he did what any man would do when presented with this situation. A human man would likely use the bathroom upon waking and return, but not a vampire. He was free to press his naked body against his lover's back, slip an arm up her stomach under the nightie, and lean over her to set a kiss on her neck as his hand found her breasts.

"Nnnn."

"Good evening," he said, and he kissed her neck as he gently cupped the underside of her higher breast in his fingers and palm, and squeezed. Softly of course, enough so the huge breast's supple skin and great weight molded to the shape of his hand.

"Mmnng." Fiona squirmed a little, but settled again, and didn't move. "Mmm."

This was, according to various sources -- Jack and Jessy -- a special right men were given once 'I loves yous' were exchanged. If the woman was still in bed while the man was waking, and the woman was also supposed to wake but hadn't, he was allowed to play with her breasts. Considering how deep a sleeper Fiona was, and how long it took her to wake up, the first time he'd tried it she hadn't resisted him at all.

"I like the nightie."

"Mm."

"Did you plan to entice me with it, when I woke up?"

"Mmhmm."

"It's working."

"Nnmm."

He chuckled, a sound he was growing more and more used to every night, and kissed her neck some more. As he did, he caressed her breast, sliding his fingers around and teasing her skin, and soon her large nipple. Every so often he squeezed a little harder, and shivered as his fingers sank into her enormous bust.

And then his phone rang. He lifted his head and glared at the nightstand, Fiona between it and him. But without so much as opening her eyes, Fiona reached for the stand, feeling around like she was fumbling blind, grabbed the phone, and tossed it over her shoulder at him, all very unwieldy. He had to snap his hand out from under her nightie to grab it.

She knew the deal. If he was getting a call, it wasn't some silly, social thing. It was business, and important business at that.

He answered. "Yeah Jack?"

"Damien, hey. How's the leg?"

Damien looked down at the sheets, and tried to move his regrown leg. It didn't listen.

"Returned, but unresponsive." He could feel it, but it refused to obey commands, vitae unable to force muscle and tendon to function. It would likely work again in the next week or so, with the help of his girlfriend's potent blood helping him, but an injury from werewolf teeth was ten times worse than he could have imagined. It could take longer.

"I was afraid of that."

"Sorry, Jack. Werewolf teeth--"

"It's no problem. It's not that sorta trip anyway. I was... gonna see Matthew and Arturo, and talk to them, about... things, I guess."

Damien frowned. "Be careful. Bring Jessy if you need to."

"I'll think about it. Thanks."

Damien ended the call, set the phone behind him, and looked back to Fiona. By the Lord, she'd fallen asleep again. Rolling his eyes, he returned to snuggling her back, and again snuck his hand up under her nightie to find her breasts.

"Mmmgmgmg." The cute little shadow monster stirred up from her slumber, but only managed to open her eyes for a moment, look up at him, smile, before closing her eyes and melting to the pillow again. Looking down over her, he could see a wet drool spot on the pillow cover.

"Jack's visiting Art and Matt today. I don't know if he'll be able to do much."

"Tash loves them," she whispered, "and they love her. It'll be... fine... mmmm."

Quite half asleep. He chuckled, kissed her neck some more, and hugged her against his chest. And once she was snug there, he took full advantage of the special rule, and resumed fondling her underneath her nightie. It wasn't long before her nipples began to swell, barely, but they did, and he could smell the growing arousal on his girlfriend.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear.

"Nnnnmmmm."

"Should I let you sleep?"

"N... no... Wake me up." Her words didn't match her request. She snuggled into the pillow, and returned to drooling.

Wake her up, she said. He smiled, kissed her neck again, and fondled her breasts some more. Heavy, soft, addictive to touch. He could easily roll her over, and do all sorts of things to those breasts. And she'd love indulging him.

But, much as Fiona enjoyed having her breasts played with, and had indulged him many times in the past, it wasn't what she really loved. So, he sat up, slowly pulled the blankets down so she wouldn't notice, before he yanked her up onto his lap.

"Mmmmwha? What's--eep!" She meeped as he set her pelvis over his lap, ass in the air.

And with a grin, he gave it a nice, wake up slap. Her meep turned into a squeak, and her elbows planted on the bed.

"Do me a favor?" he asked.

"What? What, I'm awake! I'm--nnng!" She squeaked again as he spanked her, before resting his hand on her ass, and softly kneaded the meat of it. Lovely, soft, pale skin. No freckles either. A large butt that felt absolutely wonderful in his palm. He teased it, massaged it, slid his fingers up and down it, from tailbone to thigh, before he gave it another, playful slap.

The result was immediate. Fiona didn't always need a roleplay scenario to enjoy a spank, he'd learned over the past few weeks. She didn't need to always be put into an extreme, submissive situation. She didn't need to be Kissed, and rendered helpless. Often, she was plenty happy when he simply pulled her over his lap, and spent time admiring her lovely, amazing ass, and giving it a slap or three, or twelve.

With her doting on him the past six weeks, he'd gotten used to her being around a lot, and he continued to be surprised with how much he enjoyed it. Anyone else, even Jack, and he'd tell them to give him some space. But Fiona? He wanted her around. A lot. He wanted to hear her laugh, giggle, and talk about silly things he normally wouldn't care about, like movies or celebrity gossip.

And he really liked the squeaks she made, when he spanked her.

"Can you keep an eye on Jack for me tonight?"

"But, I thought ye said he was seeing Matt and Art tonight?"

"He is, but I don't trust the Uratha."

She looked over her shoulder at him, something of a frown and smile on her lips. "Aye, me neither. Except for Eric! He's yum."

Damien rolled his eyes, and spanked her again.

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~~Jack~~

Jack didn't get five feet out the door before his phone rang. He had a mission tonight, for a friend, but he couldn't ignore this message. He kinda wished he had.

He got a ride to the Xnomina HQ, and stepped in through the front door.

"Mister Terry. Mister McDonald is waiting for you upstairs." Gloria Jenning sat at her desk, beautiful, in the reserved way most Mekhet preferred. She wasn't actually a receptionist, but she spent a lot of her days playing the role for Xnomina. He'd met her, on the first night he'd been embraced, when Julias took him to this building to see the council.

There was no more council, just Michael McDonald, an asshole with a chip on his shoulder.

"Madam Jenning, how's your childe? Miss Pol and I haven't talked in some time." He could still remember talking with Amanda on several nights, when they had to worry about hunters. Hell, she'd helped him spy on his mom and sis. A fucking lifetime ago.

Gloria met his eyes, winced, and looked back down at the screen of her computer. "Yes, Mister Terry. She's fine. Been in a few brawls with the Carthians though. She lost an eye."

His turn to wince. "She'll regrow it, I'm sure."

"Mekhet don't regenerate as well as others. She's young, and... it'll take some time."

He stepped in closer. Apparently a mistake, because she slid her chair back a few inches when he did.

He stopped, sighed, and looked away. "Know who hurt her? Which Carthian?"

"No. It was a brawl. Some random shot from a pistol." Which meant more than just losing an eye. That was a damn heavy wound for a young Mekhet to suffer.

Nodding, he walked past her, and didn't look back. Easier to imagine she wasn't carefully avoiding getting too close to him, even though he knew she was.

She was scared of him.

He looked to other Kindred as they stepped off the elevator. Isabella Leauvion nodded to him, but walked past him with a bit more hurry than usual. Her new childe Danny, following her sire close, gave him a wide berth. Bruce, an old friend of Julias's and a Ventrue, met his eyes for only a moment before stepping around him, far around him. Vicky and Parker, the pair that loved running schemes in Devil's Corner, literally turned around when they saw him, and took the elevator down a floor. Probably to take one of the hidden exits, just so they wouldn't have to get close to him. Those two were assholes, but at least they were honest about it.

They were happy he'd kicked the hunters' asses, and that they could go about their second lives as usual again, barring the fight with the Carthians. They were happy, but scared of him. After hearing about what he did to Avery, scared elevated to terrified.

It's not like Jack had fought them all in a vacuum. They'd been injured already by Damien, and Maria had put on some damage on Avery too.

He sighed and shook his head. True as that was, they'd still been in good shape, and most of the pack had been unharmed. He'd defeated twelve werewolves, on his own, and everyone in the whole city knew it. The only vampires not avoiding him, were his friends, and his boss.

He clutched the necklace Elaine gave him, and took the elevator up.

Elaine. He still had trouble figuring her out. Whatever scheme she had, whatever her plans, they involved the curse. Except, meeting him had put a stop to those plans. Maybe? If he had to take a stab in the dark, he figured Elaine came to take the curse from him, now that it'd been freed. She definitely missed the power it used to give her, even when locked up, and probably regretted her decision to get her curse removed. Hopefully his talk with her helped her understand how bad an idea that was.

He trusted her. He didn't trust her. It was weird. It was how vampires did things, a mix of trust and mistrust, and he really fucking hated it. For someone as old as Elaine or Antoinette, it was natural. To him, it was very, very much not. He wanted to be honest, about everything, all the time, and every single time he took a step into the real world, it quickly became apparent that he shouldn't be, couldn't be. He needed to play the game, the Danse Macabre, and get used to doing it in his sleep.

So, as he stepped into Michael's office, he put Danse Macabre on repeat in his skull. Play the game.

"Mister Terry. Welcome. Come, sit." The big guy gestured to the office table.

Jack bowed his head slightly. "Mister McDonald." He took a seat, putting only four feet between him and his boss.