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

Sam went weak at the knees, quivering, and she stared on in awe as the unconscious, trembling ghoul collapsed back onto Othello's body. With a playful laugh, Othello lifted Madison up and up, until his huge cock fell out of her ass. A fountain of white cum poured out of the woman, and Sam squeaked as it drenched the man's abs like a flood, before Othello lifted her toward Jacob. He took her, and set Madison out of the way on the other side of the alcove.

"That was... amazing," she said. Hard to get her voice steady, with tingles still flowing up and down her body. Her thighs wouldn't stop shaking.

Jacob laughed. "Was?"

"W-What?"

"You just ate. I know you're not done yet." Grinning like some mad genius, Jacob picked her up from her waist like she weighed absolutely nothing.

"Jacob! I--" She gasped sharply as the man lowered her down, onto Othello's lap, facing him, her knees outside his waist. So close! Close enough her knee was under Triss's side, and the woman adjusted to sit back against it and Othello's side before grinning back up at her.

Sam froze and stared down at the huge man, and his huge cock currently lying on his abs, coated in a mountain of his cum, cum that'd literally flowed out of his ghoul's ass seconds ago from what must have been half a dozen orgasms. Smiling his usual dopey, fun smile, the huge Daeva set his hands onto her hips, and pulled her up and forward a little, until her ass hovered a foot over his pelvis, and her dripping pussy was directly over his shaft.

If he cared that her thighs were covered in Jacob's cum, and it was still dripping out of her pussy, he didn't show it. And considering his abs, his utterly amazing abs, were absolutely buried in his own cum, it was hard to tell whose mess was whose. Vampire sex could get so insanely messy.

"I... I don't know if... um... uh... are you sure?" Oh god it was happening. It was happening! This stupid, silly schoolgirl sexual fantasy she'd been having was happening. Oh god oh god oh god.

Jacob leaned back in, and gave her another kiss on the neck. "I'm not done with you yet, but I think you want a turn with Othello, right? Get passed around the Circle like a lovely little sex toy."

She turned red from head to toe, and peeked at Othello's warm eyes before looking down. As she did, Othello reached down, took his cock, and raised it to point it at her ass. He let go, and the huge shaft had enough firmness to stay upright as it pulled forward, and its fat glans rested against the crack of her ass.

She stared back at Jacob, but the man smiled at her, winked -- all in the face muscles -- and gave her a tiny shove toward the Daeva. And Othello, with slow and casual hands, lowered her down onto his cock. There was no doubt the man would want to fuck her ass; it was his fetish, apparently, and the only way he would fuck Madison. Jacob knew Sam had a thing for Othello, and had introduced her to anal sex largely because he knew she'd been fantasizing about it, after seeing how much Madison enjoyed sex with Othello. But this? She hadn't expected this!

Her whole body buzzed with a fresh meal and renewed need. Her nipples ached, and her labia were beyond swollen. Everything was soaked, and dripping. God, she was even hornier than before, and she knew it. She knew she was going to love this, and everyone was going to see how much she loved it.

She stared at Othello, grabbed his shoulders for balance, bit her lip, and the big guy let out a small, deep moan, as he set the dripping wet head of his thick cock against her sphincter. Jacob had helped her get used to this, and she knew to relax her muscles, but it was hard! So hard when she was so nervous, with her hands holding Othello's shoulders, and the feel of his huge muscles filling her palms.

Slowly, Othello eased her down onto his thick girth, and she squeaked as the warm, drenched head of the Daeva's cock pushed passed her clenching ring of muscle, and into her.

"Oh... no..." She whimpered like a scared puppy, and the two men chuckled as Othello sank her down, and down, and down. Jacob was a very well endowed man, and had fucked her ass on several occasions. She liked having sex with Jacob, a lot, and did, a lot. But Othello was even bigger, and she found herself gasping as the man's thick girth filled her up.

The whole situation was quickly regressing her into some tiny girl with stupid sex fantasies about being penetrated by the men on romance novel covers. Except, not a fantasy anymore. She let out a whimpering whine as her ass molded snug to Othello's thighs and pelvis, and she pressed her hands against his huge chest, trying to lift herself up off the huge thing filling her. Othello didn't let her. He pushed her down until her pussy pressed to his cum-soaked pelvis, and she whimpered, defeated, aching for more.

Jacob chuckled, and a glance back showed his evil grin. He said wasn't done with her yet, but Jacob had so much patience. If he wanted, he'd happily wait, or hook her up to toy and leave her like that for the whole night, before indulging himself. She didn't think he'd wait that long this time, but he did sit back, and watch. He had that grin too, his thinking grin, the one he used when he was planning a new thing to do to her. It sent chills through her, and she whimpered again as she looked back to the big, dumb, handsome man between her legs.

She managed another quick peek over her shoulder to see Jacob scoop up the near unconscious Madison. For a moment, she thought he might start fucking her; considering Sam was fucking Othello, she wouldn't blame him. But he didn't. He sank his teeth into the ghoul, indulging in the pleasure of the Kiss, but his eyes landed on Sam, and he grinned at her, even as he gestured for her to continue and enjoy herself. He was going to have a drink, before he came back for her.

She shivered in anticipation.

With a weary groan, Triss forced herself to sit up straight, still snuggled under Othello's arm, and looked at Sam.

"Sorry, about all this anal. Othello really likes it, and I like it, so--"

"It's fine! It's... fine," she said. Jacob had long proved to her she was a lot more naughty than she thought she was, and that she liked all kinds of kinks. All kinds.

She let out a slow, wavering moan as Othello tilted her hips back, forcing her to lean back slightly, and he flexed his cock inside her, drawing it toward her belly. Instant sparks of pleasure as the fat girth stretching her depths pushed toward her slit, and she gripped the man's huge wrists tight as she stared at him.

He was good. He was so, damn, good. And huge. She felt like she might burst.

With a less weary, happier groan, Jennifer sat down beside Othello opposite of Triss, snuggled into his side, and watched Sam, same as Triss.

"Look at her. She's obviously enjoying herself." With a sly grin, Jen reached out, and traced a line down Sam's body, from collar to sternum to stomach, all the way down to her mons, leaving a tingling trail wherever her finger touched. "I bet she's been dreaming of this moment for a while."

"I... I um..." Sam's eyes found Othello's, and she blushed horribly. Not that she hadn't been blushing horribly this whole time, but now she felt her fake heartbeat right up in her cheeks.

With a warm, dopey, happy smile, Othello met her eyes, and moved her again. His big hands held her easily, and he pulled her a bit forward as he also moved her up and down. He knew exactly where to put her, and exactly how to move her, to make sure the head of his cock pressed toward her pussy with each slow, deep, circular bounce of her body. And each time she felt his hard, huge cock press toward her belly through her ass, tingling sparks of pleasure erupted outward from her swollen depths. The haze of sexual bliss, combined with a stomach full of a fresh meal, had every inch of her quivering with desire and bliss, to the point it didn't take much at all to have her nearing orgasm.

She outright squeaked, when Jacob took her wrists, pulled them behind her, and clicked something around them. Handcuffs! Their handcuffs, the fuzzy ones that Jacob had made, the comfortable ones. The super strong ones!

"Jacob! I... I..." Oh no. No no. She stared at Othello, at Beatrice and Jennifer, as her whole body lit up. She squirmed and wriggled, and tried to push up off Othello with her knees, but he held her down, and smiled his warm smile. He saw it, he must have, how much her body responded on its own to what Jacob did. Oh no no. She squirmed harder, pushed her knees down harder against the fur to try and sit up and get away, but Othello held on. Embarrassment coursed through her, and she kept struggling, but all that did was make her muscles clench tighter, earning some groans from the beautiful man fucking her ass.

Wriggling on him too much soon had her whimpering, and Othello forced her down on his cock harder and faster, making her body shake and forcing outright squeaks from her. Oh no.

Triss and Jen both stared at her, eyes wide and hungry, as Sam came. She twisted and turned, trying to hide herself, but it was pointless. All she could do was tremble like a leaf as Othello's fat cock reached her deepest places again, and again, making her insides spasm and clench. And soon, more of her juices leaked from her, dripping down onto the mess on Othello's abs.

"Wow, you really love the handcuffs, don't you?" Triss said. "I mean yeah, I saw it before, but damn."

She tried to say something, but electric jolts coursed outward from her core where Othello's cock pressed toward her belly, robbing her of any breath. She managed to keep her eyes open, despite her trembling thighs and curling toes, but her mouth hung open too as she panted and mewled. With how everyone stared at her, she probably looked like some sort of horny slut, gasping with pleasure and cumming from anal sex; Othello hadn't even touched her pussy. It was beyond embarrassing.

It was beyond arousing.

"Look at this," Jennifer said, voice softening, like she was discovering a dark secret. She reached out again, slid her closer hand between Sam's thighs, and this time didn't stop at her mons. Expert fingers traced along her aching clitoris, and Samantha shivered as the woman moved her hand down further, and then into her.

"Jen!" Samantha sat up straight, eyes wide. Oh god, she hadn't expected that!

But Jennifer just grinned at her, and pulled her fingers out of her and away half a foot. A couple dangling lines of thick juices connected her fingers to Sam's pussy, Sam's juices, and Jacob's. Oh god oh god. Sam quickly looked to Triss, hopeful the woman would stop her girlfriend from what she was doing. But Triss just sat there, smiling, eyes looking Samantha up and down, and after a few moments, set one of her hands on Samantha's leg, while the other reached between Triss's own thighs to gently caress her own clit.

Vampires could have sex all night if they wanted. Normally Jacob would stop after an hour or two, so they didn't lose the whole night to it. Tonight, there didn't seem to be any sign of stopping.

"You," Othello said, voice deep, a whisper that tickled up her spine and made her body buzz, "are gorgeous. And very, very tight."

She couldn't blush anymore. Her whole body was red, lost to embarrassment and arousal. Climaxing from just anal sex was embarrassing enough, but when Jen sank her fingers back inside her, and then another, palm up, and started curling them toward Othello, toward Sam's g-spot, she couldn't take it anymore. She tried to get away again, pushing with her legs, but Othello's grip on her hips was solid, and the handcuffs made sure she couldn't use her arms, either to push away, or to hide herself. Everyone got to watch as waves of bliss rolled out from her insides, up into her chest, down her legs, and into her toes. Trembling and whimpering, her head rolled forward and her jaw hung, as she stared down at the beautiful man she straddled, and the juices she leaked onto Jen's fingers. A lot of juices.

And then Othello started to cum; the man was a machine. Sam froze, and stared at the handsome Daeva as his muscles flexed, and his eyes closed for a second, before opening again to drink her up. He'd been looking forward to this, she could see it in his eyes, and Sam stared at him as the man filled her ass with his cum. Waves of it filled her, gushes, each accompanied by a hard flex of his huge cock that pulled toward her pussy. Each joined by a whimper and shiver from her.

"You are easily one of the most sexual vampires I have ever met," Jen said. "Daeva indeed." For a second, Sam thought she was talking to Othello; he'd cum, what, six, seven times tonight already? But no, Jen was talking to her, and Sam shook her head desperately.

"I'm not!"

"Oh?" Chuckling, Jen slipped her hand out of Sam's insides, and ran them up onto Othello's huge abs and chest. Wetness, strands of arousal, connected Jen's fingers to Sam's leaking body, and she traced the wetness along Othello's muscles. And Sam watched her fingers, hypnotized.

"That... that's cause, I fed, and... and..."

"A stomach full of blood definitely makes it easy to get the body going, and it rejuvenates you too, but it doesn't make you hornier than you normally would be." With a pleased sigh, Jen slid her hand back down between Sam's thighs, and slipped two fingers inside her once again, palm up. "You'll just have to accept that you are, eternally, a horny vampire." And before Sam could say anything, Jen started to finger her, hard, hard enough to make the Ventrue's body ripple with the fast, firm motion she put into her arm. Her large breasts jiggled, rubbing against Othello's side, but the man didn't even notice. He kept his eyes on Sam, gazing her up and down, and licking his lips as he watched her mewl and squirm on his cock.

"Jen! Slow... slow down..." It was no good. Sam came in seconds, pleasure pouring outward from her swollen, aching insides, but Jen didn't stop. Sam looked to Triss for help, but the Nos grinned up at her, got comfortable against Othello's side, and masturbated faster as she watched her.

Jen wasn't done. Her other hand reached behind Sam, grabbed her ass, and used the grip for stability so she could pump her other hand faster, slapping her fingers against Sam's insides. Rough! Oh god, so rough, Sam's whole body trembled like a jackhammer, as did Jen's, her arm shoving back and forth like a piston, each forward draw making a wet slapping sound. Sam's insides clenched hard, but Jen didn't stop, and before long, Sam felt her insides begin to pulse with waves of pleasure that forced every inch of her to tense and and squeeze in rhythm.

Juices flowed out of her, and she stared down at the holy mess she created all over her thighs, Jen's hand, and Othello's abs. Little splashes soaked Jen's palm and everything else, encouraging Jen to pump harder, until Sam couldn't even moan anymore. If she'd been human, she'd have started seeing stars from not being able to breathe. As a vampire that wouldn't happen, and all she could do was wriggle in Othello's solid grip, as Jen made her cum on his cock again, and again.

Finally Jen stopped, and she chuckled as she slipped her hand out of San, and again painted her juices over Othello's muscles. She had plenty to work with.

"Glorious."

"Othello," Jacob said, "get over here."

Samantha, slowly coming up from her climax high, managed to look back over her shoulder to Jacob, knowing she must have looked guilty as hell. What was he doing?

Nodding, Othello pushed himself down away from the wall, until he was lying down on his back, torso only slightly propped up by the blankets underneath him.

Sam squeaked as Jacob's hands, hands she knew well, took her thighs, lifted, and turned her around. He didn't lift her up much, keeping Othello inside her, and setting her legs outside his. With a big devil grin, he took his large cock in his hand, and winked at her. Oh no.

Jacob knelt down in front of her, and she wriggled and squirmed again. They'd never done this! Sure, they'd used toys, but never two men at once! Never. And both men were big. And she was not.

Her lover pressed his cock's head against her drenched lips, and pushed into her, slowly. She clenched and squeezed, panicking, but Jacob kept going, forcing past her tightening insides. She mewled like a cat as he penetrated her, taking his sweet time filling her up, until she couldn't help but push her hips toward him.

With Othello lying on his back, Jacob had his knees around the man's legs, so he could sit up on his knees as he pushed into her. He grinned down at her as he sank himself to the base, filling her, stretching her, and he stayed there, not moving. She squirmed some more, not sure if she wanted him to stop before she died of embarrassment, or pound her until she was a mewling, whimpering mess.

Jennifer chuckled and slid over to them. With an evil grin, she slid in beside her, naked body pressed to Sam's side, and she slid her free arm down Sam's naked chest. First, over her breasts, both of them, taking the time to caress her swollen areola, and sending sparks through Sam's chest. Then lower, down her body, her stomach, and down her smooth mons. Then lower, to where her aching clitoris sat just above Jacob's cock.

"Jen, you... you shouldn't, I--nnnng." Sam shivered, and her legs shook around Jacob, as Jen caressed her clitoris. Not hard thank god; it was super sensitive by this point. But the woman knew exactly how hard to push her sensitive body, and she used two of her soaked fingers to massage the tiny, engorged bud.

Sam outright gasped when Triss joined them. She knelt down beside Sam, opposite of Jen, and reached out across her chest. Chuckling, she did the same thing as Jen, caressing each of her breasts and cupping them playfully with one hand. On her knees, she had both hands free, so her other hand slipped down Sam's stomach, and down to where Jen's hands were. Her fingers stopped a couple inches higher, and with her evil smile only growing, she pressed down.

Sam's squeals and whimpers turned into heavy groans, as Triss squashed her g-spot down onto Jacob's cock.

Then the boys started to thrust. Like in-sync machine pistons, they found a rhythm that worked together almost instantly. Jacob pulled out, then Othello as they lifted her up a bit. Then Jacob thrust into her, hard enough to make her breasts ripple, before Othello pulled her down, and thrust up into her, both men fully sinking into her. Around and around and around it went, and they were not gentle, turning her into a squeak toy in seconds.

Through it all, Jennifer continued to tease her clitoris, approaching but never crossing that point of painful. After a few seconds of the boys becoming aggressive animals, Jennifer leaned up and over Othello's shoulder, then Sam's. She set a kiss on her shoulder, her neck, and then lower, finding her free breast and enveloping it in her mouth. Jennifer's breasts were huge, and she pressed them into Sam's side as she kissed and suckled Sam's nipple, finding a rhythm that matched the boys. And Beatrice, she kept her one hand on Sam's other breast, massaging, while her other hand pressed harder down against her mons, crushing her g-spot onto Jacob's cock.

Sam was only barely aware of any of this. Thirty seconds into the madness, she closed her eyes and went limp, body refusing to listen anymore as orgasm hit her. Vaguely, she knew a big muscly guy was under her and in her ass, that two women were caressing and playing with her, and that her lover was fucking her pussy hard enough to bruise her, if she'd been human. But the new Samantha came and came hard, until splashes soaked her thighs.

"St... op... need a... break."

No one listened. She opened her eyes enough to see Jacob, and the evil smile he loved to use when fucking her. Even without eyes, the man's expressions were powerful, and she melted as his face silently spoke a thousand words: you're mine, now cum for me.