My Little Ventrue Pt. 09 Ch. 11

Finally, they slowed down, and she sucked in a breath deep enough so she could moan instead of just squeak. Moan turned into groan as Arturo slipped out of her and sat back, huffing and puffing, and he wiped a drop of sweat from his brow.

But before she could comment -- he looked amazing all sweaty like that -- Matthew sat up, and turned her around, so she was on her knees and hands on the bed.

"Matt, w-wait! I need... a break..."

He didn't listen. He spread his knees so his pelvis was aligned with her straight on, grabbed her hips, and yanked. The giant sank every inch of his massive length into her hard enough his testicles slapped against her clitoris, and she collapsed, arms giving out. The blankets caught her, and she turned her head enough to look at Arturo as Matthew pounded her from behind. He was grinning.

Each slap of Matthew's balls against her made a soaking wet splash, sound and all, and she knew it was mostly her. And it only got worse as the man pulled her into him, thrust into her hard, and stayed there, burying himself balls deep inside her as he came again.

Before Natasha could recover, Art grabbed her, pulling her away from Matthew. He threw her onto her back, spread her legs, got between them, grabbed her hips, and lifted her pelvis up. With Art on his knees and sitting up, he had to lift her hips high, and she stared up at him, exhausted, her shoulders and head on the blankets, as the man sank his hard cock into her ass again.

Bent like she was, a yoga bridge, she couldn't see much. But she could feel how his hard cock drove straight up toward her belly with each thrust, the angle and her position guiding it toward her navel. Each thrust into her cum-filled ass was hard, hard enough to make the bed creak again, and have her mouth wide and eyes locked onto the huge man pounding her.

She wanted to reach up and grab his wrists, hold on, but her arms wouldn't listen. She wanted to make some noises, at least squeak, but her body didn't want to breathe anymore. A kine would have started seeing stars. She could only lie there and tremble from head to toe as her lover fucked her ass.

More wetness flowed down her butt, making a splashing mess as the man didn't slow down. She managed to lift her head long enough to get a peek at Arturo's abs, and see a tiny squirt of her juices shoot up and hit them below his navel. And another, and another, before she collapsed back onto the sheets, and let the orgasm rip through her again. No use trying to keep her eyes open anymore.

Hands found her, moved her, turned her. Weight pressed on her, buried her between bodies. Matthew had come back, and now both were inside her again, grunting and sometimes even growling as they wrestled on the bed, rolling and thrusting and pinning her between them. She went limp, arms and legs dangling around them, and bouncing with each impact of their bodies. They were wild animals.

She came so hard, it hurt.

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"Bad dogs! B-Bad, bad dogs!" Marching in the front of the two kneeling men, she gave each of them a good smack on the head with a rolled up magazine.

"Sorry," Art said, wincing after the smack she knew didn't hurt him at all.

"Sorry," Matt said, mirroring Art.

"You're supposed t-to do what I tell you, remember? That was the deal." She thwaped them again.

"Sorry," they said together.

She rolled her eyes, and did her best to keep the smile off her face. Success, but barely.

The two men knelt in front of her by the bed, while she stomped around, towel wrapped around her. No towel for them! This was a punishment. But it wasn't like the boys cared they were naked anyway. And unlike her, their legs weren't shaking.

Cum was still all over the three of them, and the moment punishment was given, shower time.

"You were both like... wild dogs! Like, as if you had t-to... take catch me and eat me or I might get away." She wasn't Blushing Life anymore, but if she were, that line alone would have had her hot again. The memory combined with the words was powerful. It wasn't like the boys hadn't ever ravaged her before, but tonight they went a little far. And while that idea was a bit scary for her, her body disagreed. She'd never cum that many times, or that hard before.

"It did kinda feel like that," Art said. "And we... we don't want to lose you again, you know? I guess that kinda... made us feel a bit desperate, when things got physical. Plus, you know, we hadn't cum in weeks." He grinned at that, and she rolled her eyes.

Matt nodded. The big lug was no doubt thinking the same thoughts as his best friend, but Art was better at articulating them.

"W-Well I'm not going anywhere."

They smiled at that.

"Yeah?" Art said.

"Yes! Yes you b-big dumb..." Groaning, she set the magazine aside, and kissed Art's forehead. "We can argue, b-but as long as we respect each other like Matt said, it's ok. Arguments are fine, as long as w-we... understand that we n-n... n-need to try and understand each other, too. I'm not some young girl with st-tupid fantasies that love is supposed to be all roses! Love is hard work."

Matt smiled up at her, and she leaned over to kiss him, a proper kiss on the lips.

"This whole love relationship, the long term deal, is pretty new to us," Art said.

"Well, we are in love. So from now on, we d-don't do things like... like what happened, with Maria and Avery. We don't betray each other. From now on, w-we talk to each other. Ok?"

They winced again, but she leaned in, kissed them both again, and motioned for them to follow. They did, frowns fading and growing into giant smiles as they realized she was taking them into the shower.

Soon all three of them were under the blast of hot water, and lathering each other, taking turns with the loofah. She smiled up at them, they smiled down at her, and tension melted away as she could see her words sink into her boys' heads. They didn't have to worry and be desperate with her, like she was gonna run away like prey. Like, a weak little doe, all ready to be gobbled up.

What would it be like if they'd transformed? She'd had sex with them once, when they went into their bigger, wolfier human bodies, Dalu. It'd definitely been an experience, being filled like that. But Dalu was nothing compared to Gauru, to the giant werewolf forms, and the aggression that came with it. What would it be like, if she had her hands around two, monstrous girths right now, with two giant beasts looking down at her with animal hunger and giant teeth?

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She shivered as the image danced through her mind, and before she knew it, she slid down onto her knees, Blushed, reached up, and guided the shafts of both boys to her mouth. They both blinked down at her in surprise, but it wasn't long before they were both hard again. Long, hard, thick girths, pumping full of blood, teasing her with its rich taste and extreme power.

She smiled at them, opened her mouth as wide as it could go, and eased Matt's cock into her mouth, bathing his glans with her lips and tongue while her left hand stroked him. She did the same for Art, right hand stroking him as she kissed and teased his glans, until she could taste his growing juices. Sometimes she tried to suckle both at the same time, guiding both cocks to fight for space against her lips; they didn't mind.

She made sure to blink her doe eyes up at them, knowing each time it'd have them growling with desire. It did. She watched them as she leaned forward and slowly slid Art's length into her mouth, and then down into her throat, her lips spread by his thickness. Kindred had no need to breathe, and no gag reflex, after all. Her lover groaned, and she smiled up at him, and Matt next. She eased off Art, and did the same for Matthew, taking the man's ridiculous length and thickness into her until her lips found the base of him. And she stayed there for a while, one hand stroking Art while the other held Matt's side as she smiled up at him from around his girth.

She slid back off his length, and let its heavy weight sit on her face a bit, enjoying the heat of it, and how she could feel his heartbeat through it. She did the same for Art, nudging her face along his cock's underside, and planting kisses along its length, tip to base. Satisfied, she set them both against her lips again, and stroked both their lengths as she suckled on the two cocks while they both watched her like she was a meal they'd been hunting with ravenous bellies all night long.

It didn't take long for them to cum again, and she let the white fluid pour down over her lips and chin before it flowed down her thin neck and body. Both of them stared down at her, surprised, and groaning softly in bliss as she milked them. They'd cum several times already, but weeks without an orgasm -- and crazy regenerative werewolf bodies -- meant they had plenty to spare, and it overflowed her mouth in moments, creating a huge mess that eased down her chin and tiny, slender body.

They both rumbled, and she shivered with the buzz of their voices.

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She stood up, washed their cum off her skin again, and motioned for them to kneel. They did. First, she took a drink of Matt, and the man sighed happily as his body relaxed with the power of the Kiss. He struggled to not fall over when she was done. She did the same with Art, kissing him, then Kissing him, drinking deep until the man fell on his ass and sat back against the wall of the shower. Werewolf blood was so damn good. Exquisite! As Antoinette would say. It had her body rippling with energy the moment it hit her stomach, and more besides once she'd taken deep of both of them.

"You t-two may be all big and bad and strong, but I'm the vampire." Nodding and smiling as if she'd announced victory to a game, she stepped out of the shower, leaving her two thoroughly drained and exhausted boys struggling to get back up.

Tonight had been fun. Too much fun. What would it have been like if they'd transformed, and did to her what Eric did to Jessy? She'd probably burst at the seams.

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~~Antoinette~~

"Jack survived." She sighed as she leaned back in her chair, seated in the top floor of her tower, and sighed relief.

Daniel stood beside her, and he nodded as he turned to look out the great window overlooking her Elysium. "He's very good at his job."

"Ah yes, the peacekeeper job? That was never supposed to apply to the covenants."

"Either way, he's making progress."

"Yes, he is. Bullheaded and brazen, but he is. And perhaps that is what is needed to wipe the dust from the minds of those like Maria." After a quiet chuckle, she stood up and joined him. "How goes your hunt?"

"Black Blood eludes me."

"But not Jacob?"

"Not when he is here, in our realm, no. I have witnessed his traversing to other realms through the old gates, and my projection cannot follow him there."

"Then it is good your childe is as effective as she is. She will find out more, about whether Jacob is to blame for this, or whether Black Blood is pursuing this strange agenda on its own."

"I'd prefer you summon the creature. Interrogate it yourself."

"I do not sacrifice kine at a whim."

"But you will sacrifice my childe? And yours, for that matter?"

She turned to look at her old friend, but he did no such thing. Solemn, he stared out the window, arms folded across his chest.

"If necessary."

"What constitutes necessary?"

"If there is an enemy that wishes to destroy us all, then defeating it qualifies as necessary. And I know you understand that, Daniel."

Her old friend sighed, a slow and heavy sound, but nodded eventually. "Sorry. Just, nearly lost her once already, to Lucas."

"You have nearly lost her more times than that. Natasha has been in danger many times, and has survived many times. Trust her."

"And Samantha?"

"I have seen and heard enough to believe Jacob genuinely cares for her."

"To the point he won't use her against us if such a situation arises?"

She matched his sigh, and set a hand on his shoulder. "I do not know. I will have to... reevaluate when more information is available."

He nodded slowly, not pleased with her answer. And that was why her good friend could not be Prince. Powerful and intelligent as her sheriff was, he did not have the stomach for difficult decisions. She did.

She continued. "If Black Blood truly is pursuing Minerva's legacy, then if it has any indication we are aware of its pursuits, it might change tactics. If we want to catch it unawares and put a stop to this foolishness, we must pretend we do not know. I will not summon it."

"You really think it doesn't know what we're up to?"

"I think prudence is required. Continue your searching, my sheriff, and I will continue mine."

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"Mister Pavel. How unexpected."

"Prince."

Both she and her sheriff watched the Begotten as he stepped into the throne room of her kingdom. She leaned back in her chair, wearing her business smile, subtle, and dominant.

Sándor was an attractive individual, slightly tall, a lean but muscular man with a defined chin and some gruff on his face. His dark hair was buzzed short, not unlike Jack's, and the shape of his blue eyes betrayed his Eastern European origins. If only he wore something better. Dark jeans and a black button shirt? For shame.

"For what do I owe the honor of this visit?"

"Wanted to catch up on a couple things."

"Normally my love would handle contact between the races, but..."

"He's pretty busy trying to keep everyone from killing each other."

She grinned at that. "Officially, he is Invictus and will aid the Invictus in this war."

The Begotten walked up to her desk, looked around at the luxurious but professional grand office of her Elysium Tower, and managed the smallest shrug.

"We both know that's not what he's doing."

"All too true."

"I wanted to talk about Jacob."

Ah yes, of course he did. He had joined Natasha for her discovery, after all.

"I admit, your readiness to help Natasha has confused me, Mister Pavel."

"Please call me Sándor. It's..." He looked to the side for a moment, at the enormous wall of black marble with white veins, and the several carvings of dragons that circled various columns of the same material, before looking back to her. He was analyzing her, based on her environment. Intelligent. "It's strange, hearing that old name."

"Very well, Sándor."

"I helped her cause it helps Dolareido, right? And I'll help her again with this problem, as many times as needed."

"It is that generosity that confuses me so."

He managed another quaint little shrug. "Azamel--"

"Would not aid me or mine to such a degree, or so directly."

He raised a brow at that. "Wouldn't she? She told you about this weird threat, right?"

Antoinette considered that, and tapped her chin a few times as she watched the man. "Oui, that is true. But your generosity overshadows hers greatly."

"I guess so. But I... I'm not just replacing her, when she's gone." For all the man's efforts to keep his stoic expression, a hint of a somber frown took control of his lips. "There's Julias, too."

And for all Antoinette's efforts to maintain her subtle, dominating smile, the man's words struck a chord, and she let the smile go.

"Surely you do not blame yourself for his death. You were under the control of a dangerous witch." A flesh witch she knew both Beatrice and Samantha were becoming increasingly involved with.

"Of course I... My family..." He sighed, shaking his head. "The details are my business, Prince." And there was that stoic expression once again.

Ah, of course, he blamed himself indirectly, due to the past. It was true that the man had been found and captured by hunters, but that did not necessarily mean he made a mistake in how he hid his paranormal nature. Forever a lesson that avoided even the wisest minds, that one could make no mistakes, and still lose. In this case, a lesson blocked by guilt, and Sándor reeked of it. It would be decades, perhaps centuries, before he no longer reviled himself for the death of his wife and child. It would be an eternity before he ever truly forgave himself at all.

Unfortunately, that also meant those that died while he was controlled by Jeremiah and his tool, were partly under the umbrella of his guilt. An absurd conclusion, intellectually. Emotionally, the reasoning was flawless, and she doubted anything she could say would help him. Perhaps Jack and his disarming ways could, but her? No, nothing she could say would help this poor soul.

"What do you wish to know of Jacob?"

"Whatever you're willing to share."

Nodding, she pulled her hair over her shoulder onto her chest, and ran her fingers through it as she looked up with memory.

"Jacob and I came to Dolareido over two centuries ago, with my childe Tony, and a rather bold, powerful up-and-coming Ventrue named Viktor Honors." The names earned the faintest twitches from the listening man's eyebrows. Azamel and the others had likely shared much of this story already. "A small town, buildings of wood, where every kine knew each other by name. Over the decades, I molded that small town into the Dolareido you see today. And, as much as I would like to say the credit is entirely mine, the others played roles as well. Viktor and Tony did little but take advantage of opportunities, but Jacob planted hints of the call of darkness within the city."

"Call of darkness?"

"To sire Kindred who do not reek havoc, or violate the Masquerade without concern, or throw themselves into the sunlight at first opportunity, requires a somewhat unique mentality. And Dolareido was meant, from night one, to be our utopia. Jacob planted the seeds of interest in what occurs after sunset in those silly, ignorant, superstitious villagers. Potential Kindred. And it was not long before vampires from other villages came to our village as well, lured by the dark whispers within."

"Dangerous, to have a city with rumors of vampires."

"And that is where I came in, Begotten. I controlled who did what, and I made sure everyone obeyed the rules. With my guiding hand, the Masquerade was maintained and maintained well. Kine did not die to Kindred, or if they did, they were people no one would notice or care about disappearing. And over the decades, I molded this city into my utopia. But... to my chagrin, Jacob pursued his own agendas, and he hid them well. Only as my experiments with ephemera grew did I come to realize my old friend had become close with a spirit named Black Blood."

"He didn't want you to know about it?"

"Jacob knew both his and my goals for a utopia overlapped, but also clashed. If Jacob ruled Dolareido, this city's nightlife would host a far greater accumulation of dangerous affairs. Flirting with spirits with dark rituals. Deadly games where winners survived and losers did not. Freedom, and chaos. A utopia for vampires of a sort, but not the utopia of cooperation I seek."

Sándor nodded as he looked down, pondering. "Sounds like a witch."

"Indeed."

"And Black Blood?"

She eyed Sándor for a few seconds, and he met her gaze, steady and unmoving. He realized she was analyzing him, and he let her. The Begotten did not lack for confidence, after a fashion.

"Unfortunately I know little of the creature. As far as I can tell, it had been growing in Dolareido since before our arrival." He did not need to know the creature could be summoned with ritual and murder. The fewer that knew, the better. "I have discovered similar spirits, much younger than Black Blood, and with none of the older creature's colossal strength. What bothers me most though, about the intolerable spirit, is that its nature is not natural to Dolareido."