My Little Ventrue Pt. 09 Ch. 06..5

Jacob stepped in closer, set his hands on her hips, and put his lips to her ear. "Get on your knees."

She shivered, and her knees shook. That voice, the whisper, the dark tone, it was all so perfect! The man jumped out of one of her novels, and spoke to her in the same tone she'd always thought those dark, scary, handsome, dangerous men had. Without telling herself to do it, she'd already gotten down on her knees, and was looking up at Jacob with her hands on her knees. Her body was acting on its own.

The man smiled down at her, and stripped. He'd been wearing one of his scary robes, very witchy sorta clothing, and it hid his physique super well. But she knew what he looked like underneath, and so did everyone else. The man may not have been as wide and muscular as Othello, but his lean body, defined muscles and abs, and salt and pepper hair, were all intoxicating and perfect. The bandage over his eyes made him look mysterious, and she stared up at him with heat boiling through her as the man tossed the robe and underwear out of the alcove.

He blushed life, and immediately, his large cock rose to life. It earned a mewl from Madison, and she bounced on Othello faster as she stared at Jacob's naked body. Even Jen and Triss wanted a peek, Triss taking a break and lifting her head so she could get a proper look. Everyone wanted to see what Sam would do.

Samantha, hands shaking, reached up, set one hand on the front of his leg, the other on his hip, and knelt higher. The smell of arousal on him was obvious, and she breathed it in as it mixed with the arousal everyone was emitting. Jacob's gaze was pointed at her, no one else. She couldn't see his eyes, since he didn't have any, but it seemed pretty obvious he was looking at her through the bandage, and it was her that had him hard in seconds, before she'd even touched him.

God, she was soaked. She could feel more of her juices trickling through her thong and down her thighs. If this kept up, she was going to start masturbating like a horny kid.

She set her lips on Jacob's cock, slipped it into her mouth, and worked her head back and forth in a slow, massaging rhythm, her lips tight around his glans. No hands. He liked it when she only used her mouth. She kept her grip on his leg and hip, and tilted her head around and around as she suckled on his cock, her tongue occasionally slipping out to lick and tease around it. The satisfied smile on Jacob's face had her heart fluttering.

Another moan drew her eyes, and she turned her head enough so she could look at the audience. Oh god, they were all staring even harder, especially Othello. The man smiled at her over Madison's shoulder, grabbed his ghoul, and again bounced the beautiful woman on his cock. Poor Madison still hadn't cum either, and drops of her juices trickled from her slit as she bucked on the man.

Jennifer, on the other hand, was well on her way to another orgasm as Beatrice got onto her stomach between Jen's legs, and forced her huge tongue back inside her. The beautiful Ventrue moaned openly, and held Beatrice's head to her pussy with one hand, while the other pressed to the fur beside Madison's leg. With her face still turned to look at Samantha, back snug against Othello's side, she licked her lips as their eyes met, and shudders running through her told Sam she was cumming again already. Cumming, and staring at Sam as she gave the elder vampire a blowjob.

Samantha couldn't help but moan around Jacob's cock as she pulled her head back and forth a little faster, lips massaging the base edge of its bulbous tip. She had to keep her mouth open wide to fit him, and old her would have trouble keeping this up. The new her, the vampire, had little trouble, and ran her tongue around and around, caressing him and earning a drop of precum on her tongue, and another, and another. And as he trickled juices into her mouth, Samantha couldn't help but peek at the other vampires frequently, each of them with eyes locked on her, and what she was doing to their leader.

Jacob let out a small, happy sigh, and pulled back. He set his hand around the base of his cock, and masturbated, while aiming his cock down at her body. He was going to cum on her, in front of all these people.

A splash of warm liquid landed on her lips and neck. Another landed on her sternum and shoulder. Another landed on one breast, and then another for the other. And more. She knew Kindred could exploit the Blush of Life with practice, and do truly crazy things sexually speaking; Jacob had shown her before. But even with all the times she'd had sex with Jacob, he'd never done anything this lewd! Warm, thick strands of white cum splashed over her again and again, and she gasped as the coating grew thick enough it dripped off her breasts.

Finally he stepped back, and Samantha managed to turn her eyes from him to the rest of the group. They all stared at her, looking her up and down, smiling, grinning, and hungry. She must have looked like a painting, or like six men had just taken turns cumming on her.

The look in everyone's eyes set her body to boil. The moment Jacob decided to touch her, or fuck her, she was going to cum and cum hard, she knew it. And everyone was going to see.

"Go, and get Madison to clean you up."

"W-What?"

"Sit in front of Madison." He squatted down and gave her ass a slap, and she squeaked before crawling over to Othello's legs. Not close enough. Jacob pushed her shoulders gently, and with her whole body shaking, she slid in closer, kneeling beside Othello's feet, on the same side as Jennifer. Still not close enough. Jacob gave her another small push, and she whimpered as she slid even closer, her knees now beside Othello's. Still not close enough. She slid in closer again, her knees now nudging against Jennifer's side and Othello's thigh.

Madison grinned at her, leaned in, and set a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, get in here."

With a shivering little whimper, Samantha knelt up high, and leaned forward. She had to put her hands on something to keep from falling over and onto Jennifer and Madison. Her left hand found Madison's right shoulder, and her right hand found Othello's left shoulder, above Jennifer's head. A hard, big shoulder, owned by a man who was looking at her with obvious 'I want to fuck you' eyes.

Madison took Sam's hand, the one on Madison's shoulder, and pulled it past her so it could rest on Othello's other shoulder. Sam, holding both Othello's shoulders, looked at the ghoul between her arms, and then at the man, her whole body shaking. It only got worse when Madison leaned in, and set her lips onto Samantha's wet, hard nipples.

"Nn!" Samantha squirmed, and her fingers dug into Othello's muscles as his ghoul began to clean her. Kisses and licks, each hungry and powerful, were placed all over her breasts, each cleaning a section free of cum. Not only that, but the ghoul spent time massaging her skin, rubbing and spreading Jacob's cum into her body, under her breasts, into her stomach and chest, and up to her neck. And when Madison had spent some time cleaning the upper, lower, inner, and outer edges of her body with her tongue, she set her lips back onto Sam's nipples. Cleaning those tiny things shouldn't have taken very long, but Madison slid her hands onto Sam's body, held her hips, and kept her close while she began to lovingly suckle.

It felt good. It felt great. Powerful jolts of electric pleasure coursed into Samantha's body through the sensitive, swollen nubs, and she whimpered as her eyes again found Othello's. He was loving this.

Jennifer reached up, took Sam's hand, the one on the shoulder Jen was leaning against, and guided it down onto her body. Down to her lips, chin, neck, against one of her huge, supple breasts, and then down to her stomach. She grinned up at Sam, and helped pressed Sam's hand down on her abdomen, against the bulge Triss's writhing tongue was creating inside her.

"Press down."

Samantha gulped, nodded, and pressed down. She whimpered again as she felt Triss's tongue fight against the pressure, and she looked down at the Nosferatu to see what how she felt about this. Beatrice rolled her snake eyes, but didn't stop. If anything, she worked her tongue against Jen's insides even harder, and deeper, and Samantha moaned openly as she watched the bulge along Jen's abdomen reach her navel. That, was deep.

As the tingling bliss in her breasts continued to grow, Madison's kissing only ending long enough so she could switch breasts, Jennifer came again. Even as her body trembled with orgasm shocks, she kept her eyes on Sam, and what Madison was doing to her breasts. And, without being asked, Samantha pressed her hand down against where she knew Jen's g-spot would be, squashing it against Triss's tongue. She could feel the tongue through Jen's body, feel it wriggling and fucking her, and making her whole body tremble.

Triss pulled away, exposing Jen's soaked, dripping slit, sat up, and let out a frustrated groan. "Alright, fuck this."

"I'm sorry!" Samantha squeaked. "I--"

Beatrice threw her a confused glance, before she leaned back, and kicked off her pants and thong. "What? No, I'm horny, damn it! I can't stand it anymore. Jen, get to work."

Chuckling, Jennifer sat up. Despite her confident expression, Jen's whole body trembled with the effort, and a small moan escaped her as she crawled out of the spot from Othello's side. Beatrice replaced her, though she didn't lean back against Othello's shoulder.

At least until Jen, chuckling, pushed Triss so she fell into Othello's side.

"Hey!"

"Relax," Jennifer whispered, kneeling between Beatrice's spread legs, and winked at her as she coated her right hand in lube.

Triss rolled her eyes, but she wriggled into a comfortable position against Othello's arm. Othello lifted his arm so Triss was instead snuggling her back into his torso, her shoulder nudging into Madison, and the man set his arm across the woman's chest in a loose hug.

"Hey, you fucker." Triss squirmed again, this time in an attempt to escape Othello's hug, but it ended the moment she let out a moan. A glance down between her legs showed Jennifer had already managed to sink a finger into the woman's ass, and was pushing in more. And more. And more.

Jen winked at her lover, and sank her fist in to the wrist, earning a loud, trembling groan from the squirming Nosferatu. If Beatrice really wanted to get out of Othello's hug, Sam knew they'd let her. And Triss wouldn't care if she offended them anyway, and would forcefully escape if she wanted. The Circle knew Triss well though, and the super lean Nosferatu slowly relaxed back against Othello's side as Jen gently eased her fist back and forth inside her lover's ass, while her other hand teased and played with her clitoris and clit-hood piercing.

Before Sam could say something, like maybe they were being a little too forceful with Triss, she gasped. Two hands took her hips, and before she could look behind her to see what was happening, Jacob slid her thong aside, drove his hips into her ass, and sank every inch of his thick length into her dripping slit. He sank his cock into her hard, the angle driving it forward down into her g-spot, and she collapsed forward as the pleasure exploded outward from her insides. Her left hand pressed hard against Othello's shoulder, and her right hand pressed high against the cave wall behind Othello and Triss. So far forward, Madison wasn't able to keep sucking on her breasts. In fact, Sam had fallen so far forward, her left breast was against Madison's, and her right breast now sat directly over Triss's head.

So close! Everyone was so close. She was pressed against Madison, and her face was inches from Othello's. Her knee nudged against Triss's side and ass, too. She tried to back up so people could have a little more room, but Jacob slid in even closer, and Sam had to press her left hand harder against Othello's shoulder to keep from squashing Madison even more.

Othello glanced past Sam to Jacob, silently asking something, but before Sam could tell what happened, Othello's arm currently hugging Triss slid forward toward Sam a little, and touched her stomach. Then down lower, and lower, and Samantha's body erupted into panting whimpers as she realized what the man was about to do.

As Othello's hand found her aching, swollen, dripping clitoris, Madison also took Sam's left hand, the one pressed hard against Othello's shoulder, and pulled it down. Samantha outright squeaked as her chest planted against Madison's, now only her right hand against the cave wall keeping her from falling into everyone. The ghoul set a kiss on Samantha's neck, and another, and another, and Sam's whole body melted into butter as the ghoul's warm, life-filled flesh gently rubbed against her. Melting quickly turned to boiling as two of Othello's fingers pressed against her clitoris, and rubbed it in gentle, circular massaging motions, while Jacob continued to fuck her from behind hard enough to make her tremble.

She managed to look down, and meet eyes with Beatrice only foot a below her, as Sam's first orgasm ripped through her. She let out ungodly noises that were beyond embarrassing, groans and mewls, and her whole body shook worse than an earthquake as the pleasure exploded. With her chest rubbing into Madison's, Othello caressing her clit, and Jacob slamming into her hard enough he had everyone shaking in rhythm, she couldn't help it. The electric explosions of pleasure rushed out into her chest, and down into her toes until they curled.

New wetness coated her inner thighs, and she knew it was hers. So wet, she felt a few beads of it nearly reach her knees.

"Ok, I admit," the Nosferatu said between panting groans, "that is very... very hot."

"Extremely," Jennifer said, her eyes mostly on Samantha. She sank her arm deeper into Triss, and deeper, until her gentle fucking rhythm inside her friend's ass showing up on Triss's defined abs, and the bulge pushed past her navel. God, that was so deep! And Triss was loving it.

Samantha managed to pull her head back a bit, fighting against the trembles in her legs and arms, and stared at Madison with wide eyes as the ghoul slid Sam's left hand down her body, down to her empty, soaked slit, and down further, to Othello's heavy, warm, soaked testicles. The ghoul grinned at her, and helped guide her hand in a massaging motion on Othello's balls, gentle circular motions, just like Othello had done to Sam's now aching, sensitive clit.

Sam's eyes eventually looked from Madison to Othello, and her whole body set alight as the gorgeous man smiled at her. He liked it. He liked it so much, Sam felt the muscles squeeze as the man pumped cum into his ghoul's ass, for the fourth time. He came, and came, and came, body pouring buckets of cum into his ghoul, just like Jacob had earlier when covering Samantha. And as he filled his ghoul's body with his cum, he kept his warm, heavenly gaze on Sam, and refused to look away even as a small groan escaped him. She felt every flex in her hand. So much cum, Sam felt it trickle out of Madison's body, and soak his testicles, and Sam's hand. So warm. So wonderful. The feel of its thickness coating Sam's fingers had her mewling, and she pressed more of her weight into Madison's chest as she continued to massage the fellow Daeva's heavy testicles. Now, she was massaging his cum, and Madison's juices into his skin, and the hungry look in his eyes said he never wanted her to stop.

Everyone looked to Triss as the woman let out a feminine whimper, a sound Sam rarely heard from her, and the woman started to tremble. Her hands reached up, and clutched Othello's hugging arm like she was on a roller coaster. Her eyes closed, and her body shook as the pleasure worked through her, making her toes curl and her thighs tremble around Jennifer. And a moment later, a hard squirt of clear fluid shot out from her empty pussy, and hit Jennifer in her heavy, rippling breasts.

"Wow," Samantha whispered. "W... Wow."

"Beatrice is as much an anal addict as Othello," Jennifer said, chuckling.

"Not a fucking addict," the shivering Nosferatu barely managed to say.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, and pumped her fist inside the fit woman's ass again, not bothering with her clitoris anymore. Everyone watched, hypnotized by the way the distension moved back and forth along Triss's abs, and the way her body writhed in obvious pleasure. The first orgasm had tipped Triss over, and now, every following orgasm would be easy to reach. Sam knew the feeling.

Jacob thrust into Samantha again, hard, and she collapsed forward completely, hands falling, and all of her weight pressing into Madison again. Her left, cum-soaked hand pressed to the girl's thigh for balance, and her right hand slid from the wall to Othello's shoulder belonging to the hand playing with her clitoris. The man stopped caressing her clit, but he kept his fingers on it, happy to keep touching her as she came on Jacob's cock in seconds. Triss looked up at her, struggling to keep her eyes open as she came too, but apparently she really, really wanted to watch Samantha cum. They all did.

And when Jennifer reached out, took Sam's right hand, and set it on Triss's stomach, Triss made no effort to stop her. If anything, she looked excited, openly groaning when Sam accidentally pushed down on the woman's lower abdomen, just above the pubic bone, over her g-spot. Didn't mean to! But Jen put her hand right there. God, she could feel Jen's arm working Triss's insides. And she could feel it as Triss's muscles clenched hard, another orgasm hitting her, and a hard squirt of fluid again splashed against Jen's chest and dangling, shaking breasts. The splash hit Sam's arm, and she groaned as the warmth coated her hand.

Madison hugged Sam close with her left arm, but her right reached down, took Sam's left hand, and guided it back down. She thought maybe Madison wanted her to keep massaging Othello's testicles, but instead, the ghoul guided her hand to Madison's slit. As the ghoul forced two of Samantha's fingers into her clenching pussy, she moaned into Sam's ear, and whispered, "drink me."

Sam returned the groan, and sank her teeth into Madison's neck. Her Beast took over, and gave her no chance to say no. The ghoul moaned, and her body shook with spasms as she immediately came on Samantha's fingers, hard. Clenching, hot muscles leaked juices onto Samantha's hand, and the woman pushed her hips toward her, desperate for more. And Sam obliged, lost in a haze of heat, desire, and the Kiss. She pumped her hand back and forth hard enough to make the ghoul's body shake, and she clamped her teeth down on her prey to make sure she didn't escape.

And to make it all a delirious concoction of carnal pleasure, Othello's hands took his ghoul's hips, and he fucked her, bouncing her a couple inches at a rapid pace, as Sam fingered her and drank her.

Her own muscles clamped down on Jacob's cock, and she groaned into Madison's neck, their voices mixing. She lost track of the pleasure. Madison's blood flooded her, filled her with passion, life, heat, desire, and bliss. It also blinded her to anything else. Dimly, she was aware she was still pumping her hand back and forth in Madison's pussy, and that the ghoul was cumming so hard she was drenching Sam's hand. She was also aware she was cumming too. Was Jacob? She felt him pump her faster, and then slam into her with fewer, harder thrusts. She felt Othello do the same, his grip on Madison matching Sam's fingering, until he slowed, and slowed, and stopped.

Sam pulled back, and gasped, looking the sleeping, panting, sweating ghoul up and down. "Oh... oh god."

Othello grinned at her, and licked his lips. "That, was hot."

Jacob nodded, and kissed Sam on the neck. "Sizzling like Tom Selleck in the eighties." Chuckling, he slipped back, pulling his cock free of Sam's quivering insides. New heat dripped out of her, vanishing into the growing mess of fluids. He had cum inside her, enough that she could feel it trickling down her thighs until it reached the furs beneath them.