My Little Ventrue Pt. 09 Ch. 21

"Non. Surprised, and delighted, especially with how Elaine managed to open the woman's eyes to a new experience." Antoinette grinned at him, leaned in, and kissed him. "I am happy to see she is quite sexually compatible with Harcourt as well."

"And, uh, Elaine evidently."

"Ha, perhaps. Would it bother you, if Elaine slept with Brace and Clara?"

"Nah."

"That is good, because Elaine will no doubt attempt it."

"Cause she wants to tease me, sleeping with Clara when Clara used to be interested in me."

Antoinette laughed and shook her head. "Not everything is about you, my love. Non, she will try to seduce her, because I saw the look in her eyes when she drank of her blood. Instant addiction."

Jack laughed. Yeah, honestly, that was a lot better than the other reason.

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He tried to stay happy. He had every reason to be happy. But Azamel's words pricked at him, like a sewing needle someone left in his clothes. People were dead. She was dead. And he was utterly convinced he could have prevented it all, even though he also knew that was a stupid, illogical thought. And the worst part about it wasn't feeling bad; sure he felt bad but he wasn't beside himself with agony or misery or anything. The worst part was he couldn't quite shake it off, couldn't quite get back to normal, couldn't quite hold a smile.

Antoinette noticed. She noticed everything. She held his hand, and the two of them walked into his mansion, where Veronica quickly joined them. Thankfully she was wearing her modern maid's uniform, and not one of the sexy variants Antoinette and Elaine had given her, like the one she wore yesterday in front of his mom. Ho boy.

"Master. Prince." She bowed, but her smile faded as she looked at Jack. "Are you alright, master?"

"I'm fine." He knew she didn't believe him. He used the f word, after all. "How are Mulder and Scully?"

"They're enjoying their shower. As... as much as undead birds can, I suppose."

"They enjoy it, trust me. They might not show it, but they enjoy it."

"Yes, master. They... talk, sometimes. It's very weird to hear birds make sentences, and ask questions about things."

He smiled at her, and pat her on the shoulder as he started up the stairs with Antoinette.

"Trust me, Veronica, they like you, too." He smiled at her, earning a smile in return. It was nice, having her worry about him, even if it was half fake because of the Vinculum.

Antoinette took him up to one of his bigger rooms, leaving Veronica behind. The upstairs bedroom, with a giant four poster bed, red wood frame and headboard, and blood red blankets. Yeah, Viktor had been beyond cliché.

With a merry chuckle, Antoinette gently sat him down. Not on the bed like he expected, but in a chair in the corner of the room, another big thing with red wood legs and blood red cushions. Pretty damn comfy, and royal.

"Be a dear and sit still for me, would you? I would like to have some fun tonight, and I believe you will be happier for the experience."

He smiled up at her and nodded. "I mean, sure, but I'm not--"

She kissed his forehead, and walked out. He'd expected her to get onto the bed, or ring for Veronica, not straight up leave. What was she up to?

Yeah sure, he was feeling kinda down, but he wasn't depressed. At least he didn't think so. But then again, at this point he knew better than to question his lover. If she thought something, it was probably right.

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~~Antoinette~~

Down in the lobby, she rang a small bell that sat on a small table. A holdover from Viktor's love for the classics. Antoinette would have used a phone, and an app, but at the same time, the bell had a distinct enough sound, and loud enough, that Veronica would hear it. Jack likely used his phone, but sometimes indulging in the classics was enjoyable. Not even vampires were immune from reveling in nostalgia.

Veronica returned to the lobby, and her eyes widened as she realized Antoinette was alone, and had been the one to ring her. But she was an eager thrall, eager to please her master, and she knew that meant pleasing Antoinette. Slowly, she approached, eyes downcast, shivering slightly.

"Yes, my Prince?"

Antoinette grinned down at the trembling thrall. Usually, she felt she had long grown past the old her, the one that delighted in how others feared her might, and how they trembled in the wake of her power. But seeing Jack's pet shiver before her sent tingling joy through her, awakening old desires. The Beast in her enjoyed this.

"As you can see, Veronica, your master is quite stressed."

"Yes, my Prince."

"Speak freely."

"Um, he is pretty stressed out, isn't he? He's been like that for a couple weeks now. I thought he was getting better, but I guess not. He even said 'fine', like, as if that wasn't a huge red flag."

"He frequently finds himself carrying burdens he should not be forced to bear. And half the time, he carries them of his own accord. But he survives."

"Aw. He likes helping people."

"Oui, that he does." Nodding, Antoinette motioned for Veronica to follow, and she did, eyes looking up to take peeks at Antoinette and her dress.

"I like your dress."

Antoinette chuckled and looked over her shoulder, down at the small, blue-haired kine. "Why thank you. But I am sure you will love it more later, when it is on the floor."

A hilariously silly line, but Veronica blushed brightly and squirmed all the more. Antoinette had just confirmed that the woman would be joining the two vampires tonight, in what would inevitably be an extremely sexually satisfying experience. It took little to get Veronica excited. That was part of the reason Antoinette chose her as a thrall option, after all.

Antoinette sighed as she sat down on a cushioned bench, and motioned to Veronica. "Far be it from me to encourage gender roles, but dare I say, women have a... knack, for soothing the wounds of others. Non?"

Veronica smiled and nodded. Still afraid, still in awe of the Prince's power, but slowly growing more comfortable. This was the first time the two of them had ever spoken to each other directly and in private, but it was a good first step to acclimating the child to the world of darkness.

"Yes, Prince."

"And as your master's thrall, you will be tasked with soothing his wounds. I will not always be there to see when Jack Terry's injuries to his mind and soul bleed. Indeed, sometimes it will be you he may speak to you, in the privacy of darkness and walls. He may speak to you of his troubles, his woes. He may speak to you of secrets he needs to share. He may speak to you of... many things."

Veronica's eyes opened wider and wider with each example. "But I'm just, uh, a kine. Not even a ghoul yet. I can't--"

"You can do much." Veronica was Jack's pet, and just how human owners talked to their pets about personal things, Jack may very well do so with her. "So I will give you some advice: do not sit there, and simply smile and nod when Jack speaks to you. Your master is a logical man. He does not voice himself to others with the mere intent of being heard, or to be echoed." Though Antoinette sometimes wished he did. "If he talks to you of his troubles, respond."

"Respond with what? I don't know anything."

"Your thoughts, whatever they may be."

"Um, I'll try, Prince."

"Good. Now, for tonight, we will not simply be enjoying sexual delights. We will be helping your master, soothing his wounds. He is troubled, troubles himself, and needs to be distracted from himself."

Veronica smiled. "Sounds like he could use a drink."

"Agreed. But alas, he is Kindred. What he could use, is a Kiss." Antoinette grinned down at the little creature. "Now come. We will prepare you."

"Prepare?"

"Indeed."

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"Jack, my love." Antoinette smiled at the man as she stepped into the room, her hands on the thrall's shoulders in front of her. He yet sat within the large red chair in the corner of the room, a lamp on the nightstand beside him casting him in a powerful contrast. If he had been reading Edgar Allen Poe, it would have fit perfectly.

"Antoinette, you were gone for a while. I... what're you doing?" His eyes looked to her, before lowering to his thrall, and how she wore a classic maid's outfit, and not her usual modern version. But also, it was an erotic version of a simple maid's uniform, with no skirt, exposed legs, and a large window for cleavage. White frills with black lines highlighted her limbs, long black sleeves that ended in white cuffs. She also wore a collar with a small black tie, and a headband of more white frills.

With how large Veronica's bust was, the silly dress struggled to contain her heavy breasts, with nipples barely covered by the white frills of the dress's plunging front.

"You, my dear love, need to relax. And perhaps indulge in your role as ruler of this house, and master of its denizens. Veronica, your thrall, your slave, will happily serve your every need."

"I know that. I--"

"Your every need, my love. You need not focus on her pleasure every time you touch her. By all means, you are Kindred and she is your servant. Order her to satisfy you. And when she has, satisfy yourself with her." With a playful, knowing smile, Antoinette walked the thrall over to Jack, and after a gentle tap on her shoulders, the thrall got onto her knees in front of him. "Now, give your delightful thrall an order."

"Antoinette, come on. You know I--"

"My love, your servant would very much like to serve your needs. Is that not so, Veronica?"

The blue-haired little creature nodded, blushing and smiling. "Yes master. I want to help you, however you want. Your love says you... you could use some stress relief. I'll happily do whatever you want."

Jack blinked down at the woman nearly touching his knees, and then up at Antoinette. Of course Antoinette returned his stunned gaze with a devil smile, and gestured toward him. Yes, listen, indulge in your dominant desires. As much as Antoinette and Jack usually enjoyed sex where Antoinette controlled the pace, and Jack enjoyed following her whim, sometimes the man enjoyed taking control. And she knew the man wanted to indulge that hungry, masculine side of him more, especially when Veronica was involved. Each time, Antoinette had to be the one to push him.

Let him chase his own desires, this night.

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Jack sighed, but Antoinette recognized the hunger and wonder in his eyes. There were things he wished to do, urges he wished to express that he could not with a woman as powerful as Antoinette. But a thrall, his own thrall, a servant who desperately wanted to be used, and perhaps a little abused, was an entirely different sexual delight.

The man's smile slowly grew, and he looked back down at the blue-haired pale creature at his knees. "Alright. I want a blowjob." Evidently, Antoinette's idea had struck a chord, because her love spread his knees, and Blushed Life. Antoinette did as well.

To Antoinette's utter delight, Jack relaxed back in the chair, slid his pelvis forward, set his elbows upon the arms of his chair, and set his chin upon his right hand's knuckles. He looked like a king. Perhaps weary, perhaps drained, but a king, comfortable in his power, and comfortable with the sexual delights about to befall him.

Smiling at her lover, Antoinette stepped around his pet, and stood beside the chair as she smiled down at Veronica. Veronica returned it, before she reached up, undid the fly of Jack's pants, and slipped his hardening length out through the flap of his boxers.

While Veronica had touched Jack's length on many occasions, this was the first time she had been given clearance to indulge herself like this, to be the center of attention before sex had even begun. She was nervous, to know her master's attention was fully on her, but also because so was Antoinette's. The poor creature. She gulped as she shivered, but the signs of arousal were blatant, skin flushed and breath quickening as she leaned in until her shoulders hooked over Jack's legs, and her elbows pressed outside his thighs while her breasts pressed between them. And with excited eyes, she leaned in, and kissed the underside of Jack's glans.

Jack quietly sighed his pleasure, and smiled down at his pet, but he said nothing. He wanted to. Antoinette could see the subtle twitch of his face muscles as he often did when Jack suppressed a thought.

"My love," Antoinette whispered, and she turned to face him more directly as she leaned down over him. "Be specific with your pet. What exactly must she do? How best can she pleasure you?" Grinning at her love, she undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest of muscle and defined abs, both for Veronica's eyes, and for the gloriously erotic, artistic image of a seated, dominant man with his suit jacket and shirt opened while his pet pleasured him.

Antoinette was throwing enormous logs into the boy's furnace, heat for his ego. He was a Ventrue after all. A simple breeze upon the embers of his ego would have stoked it into a fire, but she wanted the boy to indulge an inferno of desire tonight.

Slowly, Jack nodded. Yes, now Antoinette could see the heat boil in more than his loins. It burned in his eyes.

Chin still resting upon his knuckles, he reached out with his free hand, and touched the glans of his penis. Slowly, he traced the base edge of the exposed, swollen, reddened flesh, drawing Veronica's eyes as he did.

"The edge here, is very sensitive. I like it when lips slide back and forth on it, when I'm in your mouth. Up and down."

"Yes master." Happy to get any information about her master, Veronica leaned forward a little more, squashing her heavy breasts against the insides of Jack's thighs and the chair, her arms still hooked over his legs. With head forward, she slowly slipped her lips over the skin of Jack's glans. Once within her mouth, she slowly eased her lips up and down along the base edge of the bulbous tip, and she beamed with pride as Jack groaned softly.

"Veronica," Antoinette said, "I am sure you are aware by now, that vampires are blessed, sexually speaking. I--do not stop." Veronica, who had lifted her head at Antoinette's mention of her name, quickly put her lips around Jack's girth once more. "Vampires can indulge sexual desires all night, if they wish. There is no need to worry about an early climax. Do not hesitate to milk my lover of every orgasm you can."

She nodded, Jack's length still within her kiss, and she grinned up at her master as she resumed her gentle suckling of the head of his cock.

She outright melted and nearly stopped again, when Jack set his hand on her head, and rested it there, entwining it into her hair.

Antoinette chuckled as she watched the pretty creature, and how her eyes lit up with joy. Ashley and Julee behaved with similar, devoted adoration. Would they continue to, once they were sired? A painful question for another time.

The Prince stepped around Veronica and behind her. And as Jack looked up from his pet to her, Antoinette slipped out of her dress, slowly, teasingly. Now Jack was left with a dilemma. Continue to watch his pet bathe his cock in absolute adoration, or watch her, as she exposed her naked body to him. As expected, he struggled, and his eyes flicked between them, earning another chuckle from Antoinette as she eventually stripped down to nothing.

Without looking from her lover's eyes, Antoinette knelt down behind Veronica, and spread her legs as she moved forward. Soon her stomach was pressed to Veronica's back, and the thrall could not help but lift her head up in surprise.

"Come now Veronica, do not stop. Obey your master." Antoinette grinned from over Veronica's head toward her love, who quickly grasped the message, and helped guide Veronica's head back onto his girth.

And only once the tiny, busty, shivering little thrall was again suckling on her master's cock, did Antoinette press her bare breasts against the woman's back and shoulders, and slip her fingers under the crotch of the half maid's uniform, half swimsuit. Drenched. Antoinette growled down at the helpless kine as she used her left hand to pull aside the crotch of the uniform, while her right hand -- middle and ring fingernails clipped -- caressed Veronica's swollen, and nearly dripping clitoris.

Antoinette could not see Veronica's eyes from the angle, but the look of awe and hunger in Jack's eyes told her all she needed. Veronica was not only enjoying Antoinette's touch, she was delirious with need for it, and Jack could see it in his pet's eyes. Combined with how Veronica relished being treated as a sex slave, being told to fellatio her master as her master's lover touched her, was tickling the girl's inner desires in way she had likely not expected.

How utterly perfect.

Antoinette chuckled as she caressed the woman's clitoris, and teased over the small chain dangling from its hood. Her other hand reached around Veronica's hip, slipped between her thighs, and sank two probing fingers up into the girl's slit, earning some squirming groans from her. Oh yes, absolutely drenched, and Veronica could not help but clench on Antoinette's fingers as the Prince curled them toward her g-spot.

Poor girl. Antoinette had spent over five hundred years not only with her only body, but the bodies of many women. With a single thought, she could have had Veronica lost to orgasm. But tonight was about Jack, and Antoinette slowed her pace to match Veronica's.

Jack melted back in his chair, and held his pet's head tenderly as the blue-haired creature kissed and suckled on his cock. Veronica's body language was clear. To hold her head and pet her drove her mad with heat, and her insides clamped down on Antoinette's fingers all the tighter as Jack looked down to her with the adoring eyes of a master.

Whether Jack wanted to admit it or not, there was Ventrue inside him, someone that delighted in being in charge, someone that wanted to take prey smaller and weaker, and ravage them. And while Antoinette could not satisfy that craving, his pet -- soon to be many pets -- could.

Antoinette released a perfect, husky sigh of pleasure, as she watched her lover's eyes half close with bliss. He shivered for a moment, abs flexing with a jolt of pleasure, and he melted back once more as Veronica slowed her lips, and milked him during his first orgasm of the night.

And as she did, Antoinette fingered her harder, and trapped her engorged clitoris between massaging fingers. Veronica trembled and squirmed against Antoinette's chest and breasts, but Antoinette did not let her go. As the thrall descended into blissful rapture, Antoinette eased her stroking of the girl's clitoris, but only increased how hard she curled her other fingers against her depths. Just as Veronica milked Jack, lips still locked around his cock, Antoinette milked Veronica, easily driving the girl to more trembling squirms until drops of her juices fell from Antoinette's fingers.

The pet's fellatio technique likely suffered, trapped in bliss as she was, but Jack did not mind, eyes drifting between both women with obvious joy.

Eventually Jack lifted Veronica's head, and she let it collapse onto his pelvis and hip. Moaning and mewling, she squirmed and wriggled in Antoinette's grip, more juices trickling down onto the Prince's fingers.

"Master... help..."

Jack chuckled, a playful, dominant sound, before looking to Antoinette. "I think she's done."

Nodding, Antoinette stopped. The girl was no Kindred, or even a ghoul. A thrall had no more sexual stamina than any normal human, after all, and Antoinette would have to temper her expectations.

As Veronica recovered, Antoinette gently pulled her back against Antoinette's chest. Veronica, still trembling, gasped as she looked up at Antoinette, only to freeze as Antoinette slowly slid a hand up the half swimsuit, half maid dress, until her hand found the cleavage. Both ladies looked to Jack, excited to see his reaction, as Antoinette pulled the dress's frilly white front down, exposing Veronica's large breasts and pierced nipples.