My Little Ventrue Pt. 09 Ch. 21

Veronica gulped, and did so.

Jack, with an almost sinister grin, settled over top Veronica, and lowered himself down onto her. The most basic of missionary positions, but such a position was more than enough to bring a girl to orgasm when the Kiss was soon to be involved. Especially when said girl's ass was filled with a terribly large plug.

Jack slid his knees under hers, and eased his soaked cock into her dripping slit, the small chain dangling from her clitoris sliding along his length and its veins. Immediately Veronica gasped, and she pressed her hands against Jack's chest in loving adoration as she panted. Well, the thrall had cum many times, and was both exhausted, and still quite sensitive.

Chuckling, Antoinette slid her hands up to the frilly cleavage of the dress and where it sat under Veronica's breasts, before she cupped both of the large mounds. Veronica looked up and back to catch Antoinette's gaze, and she shivered as she looked back to her master, while Antoinette began to softly massage the woman's breasts. The tiny chains that dangled from her nipples were alluring, and Antoinette grinned at Jack as she gently bounced the pet's breasts until the chains bounced as well.

Veronica was still not used to the change in pace vampires often made during sex. To go from rough 'doggy' to gentle missionary was not something she was used to yet. The girlish squeal she made when Jack leaned forward, and with Antoinette's help, wrapped his lips around Veronica's left nipple, was utterly delightful.

They spent some time like this, Antoinette massaging both of the pet's breasts, enjoying the feel of their softness and heavy weight spilling over her palms, and how her swollen nipples jutted out with her piercings. They were beautiful, and Jack hungered for them. And Antoinette relished the look of delight in his eyes as he suckled upon his pet's nipple, pulling more whimpers from her, while Antoinette massaged the breast into his kiss.

"Veronica, Ashley and Julee will be terribly jealous when they hear of tonight. The next time you join my ghouls and I in bed, do try and make it up to them, would you?"

"Y-Yes Prince, I--nnng!" Her voice died away into a helpless mewl, as Jack lay upon her, buried his chest against her breasts, and sank his fangs into her neck. "Master!"

Jack growled into his pet's neck, and Veronica squeaked. He devoured his pet, face half buried into Antoinette's right breast as he drank from the right side of Veronica's neck. And as he did, he thrust into her again, and relied on the Kiss to let such a poor position easily push the thrall into rapture. Like an animal, his thrusts grew more and more impactful, and Antoinette's hands slid down to find his firm ass to squeeze, as her lover grew rougher with his pet. He continued to drink her and drink her, until Veronica looked up, met Antoinette's eyes, and drifted away into bliss.

Jack did not drain her until she slipped into unconscious. Rather, he drained her until she nearly had, as Antoinette had taught him; prey were far more fun to play with if they were still awake. He grinned at Antoinette, and slid his cock out from Veronica's insides. He had not orgasmed. He spread his legs, put Veronica's between his, and inched forward over her, until Antoinette was forced to spread her legs to make room for his knees, as he got comfortable on Veronica's stomach.

Ah, she knew what he wanted. Chuckling, Antoinette once again set her hands upon the pet's breasts, the outer contours, and pushed them together on Veronica's chest rather than let them pull aside to her ribs with gravity.

Jack leaned forward, set his hands on Veronica's shoulders, his knuckles snug under Antoinette's breasts, and set his cock in his pet's bosom. Of course, with a stomach now full of blood, the boy would need to be treated to orgasm again. And again.

Veronica, panting and shivering as she struggled to stay awake, managed to peek up at her master every now and then, as he fucked her breasts. But her arms dangled limp outside of Antoinette's legs, and her head rested snug between Antoinette's breasts, gently lulled to one side, with a drop of drool on her lip. But she was smiling.

Jack came. White seed spilled up through the valley of Veronica's breasts before rolling back down, with the girl half sitting up as she leaned back against Antoinette's stomach. Antoinette squeezed Veronica's breasts around his girth, and massaged them bottom to top in a milking motion, earning another gush from Jack, this one splashing against Veronica's neck. And another gush, and another, that soon collected along Antoinette's wrists and hands, only to be massaged into the woman's skin.

But he was not done. He reset his length between his pet's breasts, and they resumed, now using Veronica's cum-soaked flesh to satisfy him. Antoinette could not fault the boy for indulging his Blush, now that his stomach was full, driving his desires, his arousal. And most importantly, for truly indulging the more masculine side of his lust. So she grinned at her lover over Veronica's head, and continued to milk his length with his pet's body, until the boy came yet again. It did not take long. Antoinette was an expert, after all.

His fifth orgasm soon ended, though he knew better than to simply walk away. He stayed snug to Veronica's body, cock still buried between her breasts, and let the Prince milk him of every last drop. And when thick gushes of white ceased to flow onto his pet's sternum, she continued anyway, knowing full well each time she squished his pet's breasts against his length until it mostly disappeared between them, the boy loved it. They had done this with her own breasts, and Elaine's breasts, hundreds of times, and doing it with his pet's breasts was a joy. The way Jack shivered as his sensitive length basked in the warm, wet bed of Veronica's bust, all at Antoinette's whim, was glorious. His eyes half closed as he stared down at the bed of soft flesh, and how Antoinette's massaging fingers spread his cum over and around, until it spilled over her knuckles.

Antoinette was herself partly to blame for a night of such reckless indulgence. She could not help but drink in the sight as well, gazing down at her love's cock and how it shifted back and forth as Antoinette bathed it in his pet's bust. And, to her utter delight, Jack came yet again. A dangerous game, allowing the Blush to let him ride the edge of sensitivity so he could cum once more, and so quickly, but after the troubles that had befallen her lover, he deserved it. She squeezed Veronica's breasts snug around his cock, until his sixth orgasm of the night buried her in such waves that it overflowed completely, and soon Antoinette found her own breasts soaked in cum as it flowed up, over, and around Veronica's neck, and onto where Antoinette's breasts rested on the thrall's shoulders.

Antoinette let go of Veronica, and the spell was broken. Jack sat up straighter, and slid back a foot as he stared down at his panting, whimpering, cum-soaked prize.

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"Holy shit. I... kinda really gave into it there, didn't I?"

"I remember when you found three orgasms to be an absurd idea, and it took forty minutes of sex to bring you to that limit." She gestured down at his pet, and how her bust, and neck, and shoulders, and stomach, were entirely coated in white. "You have cum six times tonight, and three of them in ten minutes. I have seen Jackson Pollocks with less mess."

"Fuck. I should probably tone it down a bit."

"Perhaps. Again, as long as you do not find yourself enjoying fellatio while simultaneously discussing important business matters with Kindred underlings, I do not think you have crossed a line."

"Business before pleasure?"

"Or vice versa, but never together."

He grinned, nodded, and leaned in again. Not to fuck Veronica anymore, but to kiss Antoinette.

"Thanks. I needed this."

"You are most welcome, my love."

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~~Natasha~~

They all left after the Prince and Jack did. Everyone getting half naked, and five of them getting quite drunk, was always going to be a concoction that led to sex.

Daniel and Athalia left first, though they didn't go down the stairs. Athalia took Daniel's hand, and took him further back, into one of the back corners of Bloodlust's second floor, where it was darker, with a more isolated booth.

Jessy and Eric left a moment later. Knowing the look in Jessy's eye, she wanted to get back to her place, or Eric's, and spend the rest of the night with a fully transformed werewolf inside her. Would a drunk Uratha still be drunk when transformed? Probably not, considering how quickly they recovered in that form.

Damien and Fiona left. Damien had to carry her out, and she giggled the whole time. Giggled, and tried to fondle and kiss Damien as he helped her. It was comical. Fiona was such a happy person, even when mourning.

And that left Natasha alone with Arturo and Matthew. To her surprise, Arturo stopped fondling her, and set his hands on her bare stomach instead, hugging her.

"N-Not gonna try and convince me to have sex here?" she asked, looking up over her shoulder at the man.

"Nah. I can hear Athalia and Daniel starting to, though. Figured you wouldn't want to do that with your sire nearby."

"And," Matt said, "we know you're more comfortable with walls, and a camera with good lighting."

She frowned -- playfully -- at Matt before looking back to Art. "They are? Y-You can hear them?"

"Barely. Music is pretty damn loud, but yeap, I can hear her moaning."

Daniel, and Athalia, having sex, in a public place. Natasha blinked at Art and Matt a few more times, before she picked back up the other half of her dress, and slipped it back on. It really was nothing more than a necklace with a dangling bit of loose fabric in the front that barely managed to cover her breasts. She really liked it.

She grinned at her boyfriends, held a finger up to her lips, and pointed down at the seat. Stay, while she did a little investigating. They both blinked at her and each other, before they smiled and nodded.

She slipped out of the booth, and poured vitae into her Cloak. A lot of it. She'd have to drain both her boys tonight, cause doing this was going to leave her ravenous, but she wanted a peek, and to Cloak herself from her sire was going to be difficult. Maybe impossible. But what was the worst that could happen? Her sire learned she was a pervert? She made porn! For fun! Good porn, but still porn. That ship had sailed.

Her sire was distracted though, supposedly, and with the darkness and the pulsing music covering everything, it was perfect for sneaking.

She didn't have to go far. One booth over, and she found a place to peek around the empty booth's corner, and into one of the further back booths.

There they were. Tash's sire really was a handsome man, short-ish brown hair and beige skin, a bit tall and lanky, but with half his clothes off, all his muscle definition was blatant. In a different world, maybe Natasha and Daniel could have been an item. They had similarities. And horny as she was right now, it was easier to imagine her in his arms.

But Athalia fit so much better than Tash did. The woman sat on his lap, facing the table, Daniel behind her, and she ground her hips around and around at an almost desperate pace. Her dark breasts jiggled against her, bouncing along with the chest chain that circled them.

The hottest part, was how Daniel had one hand around her throat, squeezing, while the other disappeared under the table. Tash lowered her head to peek underneath, and shivered as she saw her sire's hand on Athalia's sex. Hard to see anything from where she was, but it was obvious the man was stroking her clitoris while Athalia bounced on him.

And it was nice. Super hot and sexy, yes, to see Athalia already close to orgasm; the whole night must have been turning her on more than she wanted them to realize. But it was also nice to see Athalia happy.

It got a thousand times hotter when Daniel sank his fangs into her neck.

Natasha knew, intimately, the feeling of Uratha blood rushing through the body. Thick, warm, delicious, and unbelieving energizing. Like cocaine mixed with an orgasm, maybe. But from what she knew about Begotten blood, it was different. It was like getting the aggression meter dialed up to eleven, and drunk, while also being outrageously horny.

For the first time, Tash got to see what Daniel looked when some genuine, real emotion was on his face. Maybe her sire could do what Tash could, and see better than most vampires in the dark. Hopefully he couldn't see Tash, still Cloaked, jaw dropped, staring, as her sire's eyes lit up with hunger, and desire.

Athalia's eyes half closed, lost to the Kiss, and orgasm. But Daniel was now riding on a wave of energy, and apparently whatever sort of dark, aggressive urges Begotten blood gave. He turned Athalia around, ensuring the now limp and exhausted woman rested her chest against his, and her head slipped into the nook of his neck and shoulder. He took her hands, both of them, and held them behind her against the small of her back. And with both his hands behind her, he pressed her toward him.

It was a strange mix of gentle, and dominant. Athalia was trapped in post-Kiss bliss, and she squirmed on Daniel, almost like she was trying to get away. She couldn't, not exhausted like she was, and not with Daniel keeping her pinned against him. And Daniel was more than strong enough to keep her hands pinned against the small of her back, while also pushing against it to keep grinding her pelvis into him. She wasn't trying to get away of course, but she made those movements anyway, as if she liked how it felt when Daniel stopped her. She probably did.

Considering Daniel just fed on her, Athalia was going to spend at least the next thirty minutes, if not longer, riding the sheriff.

Tash almost sighed happily as Athalia nuzzled into Daniel's chest, and hid her face in his neck. Too cute.

Curiosity satisfied, Tash left. From what she saw, she had enough information to fill in some blanks about what kind of person Athalia was. Cuddling up into her man, melting against him, hiding her face cause she was probably super embarrassed, and loving it, it was all so beautiful. And sexy.

If Azamel hadn't just died, the sex probably would have been a fair bit rougher, too. But, crazed as Daniel probably was, with a belly full of Begotten blood pulsing into his body, he seemed to have the presence of mind to fuck her in a way a little more reserved. Plus, it was probably Athalia's first time having sex in public.

She was definitely enjoying it, though.

Tash smiled, and sneaked away. It was so romantic! Or at least, romantic in a Dolareido way. Some nice, gentle but dominant sex in the booth of a night club? All cuddled up and hugging and holding each other? That was pretty romantic for Slut City.

Tash came back to her booth, but found the boys both peeking out into a nearby booth. Not Daniel's, they couldn't see it from here. They were peeking over into the booth Elaine had disappeared into.

Tash grinned at the boys, and sneaked closer to the other booth. Sure enough, there was Elaine, one of the most promiscuous -- and powerful -- vampires Tash knew of. The blonde elder sat on Derick's lap, while Brianna the werewolf sat on Santos's lap. Brianna looked absolutely exhausted, and was struggling to keep from falling over. Elaine was stopping her. She was leaning over onto Brianna, squashing her breasts against the slightly shorter, dark skinned werewolf, and kissing her neck and hugging her. Not a Daniel and Athalia hug. An orgy hug, meant to maximize skin-on-skin rubbing.

Santos and Derick were obviously high on werewolf blood, and probably a little scared about the fact a five-hundred-year-old vampire had just come to turn to their threesome into a foursome. Elaine probably bullied her way into their group, at least a little, but considering the look on their faces, and Brianna's, they were happy to give in.

Elaine, that woman, marching around and doing whatever she wanted. That confidence was enviable, but Natasha didn't trust her. Not because she was the biggest slut Tash had ever seen; no vampire cared about promiscuity, especially in Dolareido. She didn't trust her, because she was sure Elaine was up to something. Jack knew it, and Antoinette knew it, but neither of them seemed to want to do anything about it.

It was hard to ask them about it, especially Antoinette. Elaine was a dragon, in a way Tash might never be, deep into the biggest secrets the order had, just like Antoinette. And they'd been friends for centuries. How could Tash tell her boss that she wasn't being suspicious enough of Elaine? It wasn't like Elaine didn't ever deceive her, considering Antoinette didn't know Elaine was Viktor's sire, and those vampires had all known each other before coming to the USA.

Either Antoinette knew something Tash didn't, or Elaine was tricking her again.