My Little Ventrue Pt. 09 Ch. 11

Art sighed, nodding. "Yeah, same here. First time Matt and I have ever done the long term relationship thing; you can guess why. Been really careful to not do or say anything that might make anyone upset."

She slid off the stool, and both boys turned to face her.

"Well, it's a real relationship! I love you two. I d... don't care that there's t-two of you. I d-don't want to think of this relationship like a fairytale. It's r-real, and we should be realistic about it." Before she could say more, Arturo's smile widened until he was laughing. "It's not funny!"

"I know, I know. I'm not laughing about that. I'm laughing cause this dumbass is smarter than me." He gestured to Matt, who nodded confidently, apparently already knowing this.

"Not that we should look for things to argue about," Matt said. "But, uh, Jack said it best I guess. We didn't have any confidence in the relationship. We should, right?" It was Jack's words then. That kid was too smart for his own good. No wonder the Prince loved him.

She smiled, nodding. "Right. And it's n-not like we'll argue all the time. Romance should be fun! I like t-talking to you guys about stuff, and hanging out, and learning new things. I like the sexy times too, and..."

Uh oh. She said the S word. Arturo and Matthew both grinned at her, and she stepped back immediately. She knew that grin!

"Hey, w-wait a minute..."

Both of the huge men prowled toward her, and she squeaked as she jumped back and over the couch. But they were fast! Way faster than big guys like them should have been. Matt chased after her directly, rolling over the couch on his side. She squeaked again and dashed for the wall of the hallway that led to the front door. But Art was even faster than Matt, and the man got between her and her only escape.

The hungry grin on his face struck her still, and sent a tingling thrill down through her spine into her toes. And before she could recover, Matt swooped in from behind. She jumped to the side back toward the living room and the couch, but Matt plucked her out the air. Literally. And before she could say anything, he set her over his shoulders, and walked toward the bedroom.

She giggled. She very much tried to not giggle, but she did, a lot. She squirmed and wriggled, trying to get out of Matt's grip, but trapped between her squeaky giggles and desire to punish her boyfriends for being so forceful was a tough place to be. And she giggled louder when Matt tossed her on the bed.

Both men climbed onto the bed with her before she could escape, and each took one of her hands, pinning it to the bed over her head, while they leaned in and kissed her neck.

"Blush for us," Art whispered, voice half growling.

"Blush," Matt said, the same hunger in his voice too.

"N-No!" Despite her best efforts, she couldn't wipe the grin off her face.

Art nibbled on her earlobe softly, pulling it between his lips and placing kisses on it. "Blush. It's been killing me not having you like we used to."

"We're dying," Matt said, nodding, a deep purring rumble in his throat. More kisses. "I'm gonna explode." Out with the sweet romantic talk, in with the carnal sexy talk, apparently. It was silly, and exciting.

"Dreamed about you a lot," Art said, and he kissed her neck again, opening his mouth wide enough she could feel his teeth.

"R-Romantic dreams?"

"At first. I missed you. But after a while, the dreams got very sexual." He peeked up over her chin long enough to kiss her, before going back down to her neck. His free hand found her blouse, and undid a button. "I need to get inside you." A grunt. A growl. Barely words.

She squirmed in their grip, trying to slip free. She knew she couldn't. She knew she didn't want to. But she also knew trying to get away from them drove them crazy with lust. And, for some reason, she just found herself doing whatever made them hornier, even if she didn't tell herself to. It was like a game she couldn't help but play, even though she knew the boys often got pretty crazy when she teased them.

"Blush," they said, together this time. Her shirt was fully open now, and both men teased and massaged her small breasts with exploring fingers. Such huge hands.

"I dreamed I had you tied up," Art said. "Hands up, dangling. I did everything to you."

"I chased you down," Matt said. "Caught you inside a big building. Grabbed you, fucked you on the floor."

She gulped and managed quick peeks at both men. Those were some very aggressive fantasies. What sort of men did she get herself involved with?

Art slipped over her chin, and kissed her again. Then Matt did as well, before the both of them lifted their heads up so they could look down at her. Animal hunger in those eyes, and a lot of it, all aimed directly at her.

If she Blushed Life, she knew they'd be all over her, and she'd never seen so much hunger in their eyes. Exciting. Scary! Having business meetings with Uratha sometimes made her forget, but the moment sex was involved, it quickly became apparent that the boys were wolves, and they had massive appetites. Talking and negotiating with Matt and Art was easy. Talking and negotiating with two hungry enormous wolves intent on devouring her, was not.

Sighing, and trying to hide her smile again, she Blushed Life.

~~♥♥♥~~

Both men groaned, practically growled, and got to work. She squealed as they fell on her, their hands reaching under her clothes and pulling them off. The shirt came off with almost desperate speed, their movements growing faster, almost frantic. The pants next, both men yanking them down and up hard enough she almost slid right off the bed.

In sync like practiced group hunters, they both jumped off the bed, and grabbed her underwear. She squealed again as they yanked them off. They pulled the bra off the same way, up and over her head like they were in a race against time.

They yanked her off the bed, and she squeaked as she landed on her feet between the two men. She thought they got her out of her clothes fast, but both men stripped naked in three seconds. Matt, hilariously massive, with his shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. Arturo, messy black hair down to his jaw, and tan skin. And both of them were so hilariously fit, she gulped as her eyes lowered and looked at their abs. Both of them of them were already aroused and hard.

Matt got on his knees in front of her, grabbed her hips, pulled her forward, and growled.

"W-Wait! I didn't say you could--" She sucked in a breath hard as Matthew wrapped his lips around her slit, and devoured her. He'd done this to her dozens of times, and he knew her body better than she did at this point. Warm lips and a wet tongue buried her swelling skin in playful pressure, encapsulating all of her slit, making sure every inch of her was wet with his saliva.

She glared down at him and bopped him on the head, several times, but the huge man just grinned up at her, his nose pressed to her mons as he ran his tongue up and down against her clitoris in broad, slow strokes. The sudden electric jolts were almost painful. He made sure to keep every inch of her between his lips, refusing to let any of her sex free of his wide open mouth. It was almost like watching an animal devour a meal, a very handsome animal with long dirty blonde hair, and gentle green eyes.

Her body lit up like kindling in seconds, and her tiny grunts of failed escape attempts turned into little whimpers, as she felt her body begin to boil.

Art grabbed her butt cheeks, spread them, and before she could so much as squeak in surprise, he pressed his tongue into her other hole.

"Hey! Art, you d-d-dumbass!" She tried to whack Art in the head, considerably harder than she did Matt, but Matt grabbed both of her wrists. Chuckling, Matt continued to bury her pussy in big, wet kisses, pushing his nose into her as he devoured her, tongue getting rougher as she tried to pull her hands free.

It wasn't like she was dirty back there, where Art was mirroring Matt. She was a vampire, and every inch of her was always clean. But that didn't mean it wasn't a shock, to have a tongue pushing into her from behind! She wriggled and squirmed, and tried to move her ass out of the way, but Art locked his hands around her thighs and held her in place.

All she could do was stand there, and try to stay standing, as the two men slid their tongues along her sensitive skin.

"I'll... g-get you for this!" She tried to hit Matt again, but his grip on her wrists was strong. And she didn't try very hard, cause as much as she squirmed and wriggled, she missed this. She missed feeling tiny and trapped between the two hornballs. She missed the way they jumped her and did things to her once she was stupid enough to Blush for them. She missed getting taken by them.

Matthew buried her whole pussy in ravenous licks and kisses, covering it and drenching it, even as it grew wetter on its own. Painful jolts morphed into euphoric waves of bliss as her clitoris swelled. He grinned up at her as he licked faster, and she broke into trembling whimpers as the pleasure sparks began to build between her legs. The only thing keeping her from falling over, was Art's grip on her thighs.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked down at the big idiot eating her out. She squirmed some more, desperate to hold onto something, but Matt didn't let go of her hands. Trapped. Matthew slowed down and let her enjoy some sharp sparks of pleasure that jolted outward from her clit into her core and thighs, before he devoured her again. Arturo did no such thing, refusing to slow down. If anything, he experimented, sticking his tongue deeper into her tiny butt as she mewled.

She got wet so fast, faster than usual, and usual had gotten pretty fast with how often the boys and her used to have sex. And with long it'd been since they had.

Then they stopped. She blinked down at Matt, then looked behind her at Art as he reached into the nightstand cupboard, and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Of course. She frowned at him, but she couldn't muster her serious, angry frown. All she managed was her chipmunk frown despite her best efforts to do otherwise, and she knew very well the chipmunk frown only made the boys hornier.

Arturo dribbled some lube on his fingers, pressed two of them against her already wet and stretched asshole, and massaged them against her skin. The lubricant worked quickly, and she squeaked as the man eased two fingers in deeper, and deeper, and deeper. With his palm pointed toward Matt, the man curled the two fingers toward her pussy, and she squeaked again as her swelling insides sent more jolts through her. Wider, heavier waves of pleasure, the sort you could only get from feeling something deep inside.

Matthew did the same. He didn't need lubricant though, dripping as she was, and she gasped as the man forced two thick fingers into her tiny body. With her wrists free again, she reached down and grabbed Matt's wrist, but he ignored her, overpowering her as he sank middle and ring finger into her slit. Palm up, the evil giant winked at her, and pumped his hand toward himself.

"Matt! Slow d-d-d-d--" She clutched his shoulders with both hands, and spread her legs to try and keep from falling, as the two men fingered her insides. Arturo pumped faster, hard enough to make her butt ripple against his hand, but Matthew pumped harder, enough to earn some splashing sounds as his fingers slapped against her g-spot.

She tried to hold it back, but it'd been so long. And both of them were coming at her with such hunger in her eyes, her knees grew weaker by the second. She punched Matt's shoulders a few times, but they were weak little strikes, and soon her punches turned into a desperate grip to keep from falling, as her insides began to squeeze. The building heat in her insides exploded outward, rushing up into her chest and down through her legs to her toes, forcing them to curl and for her thighs to tremble.

They didn't let her fall. Each held a hip in their huge hands, while their other hand filled one of her holes. They slowed down a little as she came, giving her muscles enough freedom to spasm and milk pleasure through her, but they didn't slow down for long. The moment she stopped shaking like a leaf, they fingered her again, and harder.

"Please, slow... d... d..." She stared down at her tiny slit, spread by the brute's two massive fingers. Such a little thing opened wide by his digits, now drenched in her juices. Her smooth mons almost rippled with the impact of his fingers inside her, and for the second life of her, she couldn't stop staring at how hard the man's fingers worked back and forth.

Staring got ten thousand times harder when another orgasm ripped through her, but she managed, and she blushed from head to toe as she caught a peek of the copious amount of juices leaking from her. Matt's palm was soaked.

As last Matthew stopped, and he smiled up at her again as he slid his fingers out of her. Arturo got the cue and stopped as well, but instead of letting her collapse on the floor, Art took her by the hips, and threw her on the bed. Literally threw, again. She bounced a few times, squeaking, body trembling and refusing to listen. But she managed to glare at Art as he climbed onto the bed beside her. It creaked under his weight.

Arturo grabbed her, turned her, hugged her from behind, kissed her neck, breathed in the smell of her hair, and whispered, "You're not getting away tonight."

"I... you're... horny dog!" Predictably, her weak insult rolled off his back. If anything, it turned him on more, earning another hungry, rumbling growl from him that vibrated through her, and sent another tingling thrill down her spine.

She glared at him, but it melted away as the man raised her, and lowered her down onto his cock. So hard, he was bursting, and she mewled as his thickness spread her ass. Both men were huge, and she was tiny. Every time they penetrated her, it was an overwhelming sensation of being stretched taut; this time was no different, even with how hard they'd fingered her. Her ass squeezed on him in spurts, and Art took his time, shifting back and forth to work with her clenching and un-clenching rhythm, slowly sinking her deeper and deeper, until she felt him stretching her wide, and deep.

In no time, her ass found his hips, and she pushed at his hugging arms as the sensation of her ass being filled until his cock pressed against her deepspot had her whimpering. She didn't actually want to escape, but some part of her told her to try anyway, to make them hold her down and take her. She pressed a little harder, and Arturo tightened his grip around her chest as he growled down at her. Every time she tried to get away, the man's arms held her tighter, her breathing increased, and his heart rate did too.

Matthew crawled onto the bed, and Arturo sat back and rolled onto his back. The two of them were in perfect sync as usual, and Matt grinned down at her as he took his massive cock in hand, and aimed it down at her tiny entrance.

"W-Wait," she said, voice wavering along with her legs. "Slow down!" She managed doe eyes for Matthew, knowing full well it'd drive him crazy with need, but she did it anyway. It'd make him get rough with her, pin her down and pound her. She never liked those things in the past! But now, she couldn't stop herself from teasing the boys, and pulling out that aggressive, hungry side of them.

Totally Jessy's fault.

Matthew went slow, at first. He liked to do that, and she knew it'd only be for the first penetration. Gently, he spread her little slit with his thick, hard shaft, and she squeezed down on him and Arturo both, as the giant pushed his length deeper into her. With Arturo already inside her and little room left, each inch Matthew forced into her was full of blissful, wet friction, and her legs quaked as the hard thing rubbed against every inch of her insides.

Eventually his huge glans pressed against her depths, and she sucked in a breath as the small sparks of pain were immediately buried in waves of bliss. Matthew sank deeper, and her insides stretched. He pushed deeper, stretching her more and more. She sucked in a breath as that sensation, 'that' sensation of being fucked so deeply she could feel it had her insides quivering, and her juices leaking out all over him.

She managed a quick peek down at her belly, and groaned. Tiny as she was, with a thin little waist and stomach, it meant the two boys filled her completely, and made a small distension along her flat belly. God, she felt like she was going to burst.

Matthew growled down at her as he leaned down over her, an animal sound that rumbled in his chest and filled her with vibrations, and tingling chills. The look in his eyes was almost inhuman. She gulped as he came closer and closer, until he eventually got down onto his elbows, weight pressing against her blankets outside Arturo's chest. So close! So close his giant chest pressed against her, and she disappeared between the two huge men.

Both men growled this time, and thrust.

"W-Wait! Not so--"

They thrust faster, and her breath fled as the werewolves plunged into her body, hard. Not gentle, not gentle at all. She squeaked with each thrust as they buried her in their hard, hot, sweating bodies. Her muscles clamped down in a desperate attempt to slow them, but it only made things worse. The pleasure jolts, almost painful with their intensity, spread out from between her thighs, up into her chest and down to her curling toes.

She was cumming. They were cumming. Maybe two minutes into it and both men were growling around her as the pumped cum into her. Her insides clamped down with muscle spasms, milking them as she drenched Matt's cock. But they didn't slow down! They usually slowed down when they came, and sometimes when she came, so they could enjoy the pleasure more. But both men only growled, and continued to pound into her, hard enough she felt the bed and her tiny butt shake.

They rolled onto their sides. She squeaked with the sudden position change, but the men didn't stop. They thrust in rhythm, first Art, then Matt, both filling her and stretching her until she nearly burst, and until she felt their cum leaking out of her. Art pulled out, then Matt, leaving her empty, before they did it again. Fast, constant thrusting that left her gasping, Blush of Life making her think she needed oxygen, even though she didn't.

The two men pressed their bodies into her, squashing her between them. Art slipped his hand up to her neck, and squeezed his fingers around her throat as he filled her ass with his cum. Matthew grabbed one of her outside thighs and pressed her leg tight around his hip. Both didn't stop.

She tried to say something, but Arturo's grip was absolute, squeezing with desperate need. A small part of her mind knew she could communicate if she had to, summon vitae and kick or something. A much bigger part of her mind melted against Art's chest as he squeezed her throat, and she looked up at them both with wide eyes as they thrust almost frantically into her.

They rolled over again, and she thought maybe Art would sit up and pull her back against his chest. He liked to that, especially when he had a hand around her neck. But he stayed down on her, pinning her whole torso between both men's chests. She was completely sandwiched between them, and tiny as she was, she disappeared between them. If anyone could see, she knew the only thing they'd be able to see of her, was her tiny legs spread around Matt's, limp on the blankets. Limp, until another orgasm ripped through her, and she found the strength to kick at the bed in desperation as the boys continued to pump into her.

She lost track of what was where after a while. Never had the boys been this rough with her, desperate and grunting like animals as they squashed her between them. Art let go of her neck at some point, so he could get better leverage on the bed and grind into her all the harder. Attempts to say words failed. All that came out were tiny squeaks.