My Little Ventrue Pt. 09 Ch. 22

"God, that's... so much," Sam said. With her hands on Madison's hips, Samantha looked the beautiful dark-skinned ghoul up and down, eyes lingering on the curvy woman's huge, jiggling breasts.

Triss couldn't help but gawk when Samantha leaned down, and took one of those big tits into her mouth. Madison immediately groaned and set her hands on Sam in return, getting balance while Othello pumped her ass. Everything was jiggling. Sam eventually put her right hand on Madison's left breast, steadying it and massaging it while she sucked on the other.

Something about seeing a grown woman kissing and suckling another woman's tit, was god damn glorious, especially with how many groans and moans Madison was making. Triss melted back on the blankets as she watched, and idly stroked her clitoris, sending almost painful jolts of bliss down into her depths where Jen's toys were unpacking luggage and moving in. Even if she'd paid porn actors and actresses to come and put on a show for her, it wouldn't match this quality of porn.

Of course with Sam sucking on her tits, Jacob giving her a slow ride, and Othello pounding her ass, Madison didn't last long. She came again, groaning, then giggling, then groaning some more as another pleasure wave hit her. And as she did, Sam got in even closer, getting their legs all mixed up and hers on top of Madison's, all so she could get so close she could hug her. Full on breast squashing. God damn. Sam half hugged, half humped her, and sank her teeth into her.

Madison didn't get a chance to recover from her orgasm. Another hit her in the most obvious way, legs twitching and toes curling as Sam drank her. She even tried to push away from Sam for a few seconds, overstimulated, but Sam held on with a vampire's strength, squashing their breasts together as she devoured her meal. And she continued to hump against her as she did, all while Othello pounded her ass. Poor ghoul had three people fucking her at once. Combined with the Kiss, she turned into a squirming, mewling mess, and eventually went limp, arms dangling at her sides.

After a couple of long, drawn out minutes, Sam pulled her head back, and inched back enough the two women weren't squashed together anymore. She gulped, licked her lips, and looked down at the exhausted, almost comatose ghoul.

"Oh my god, she's so beautiful." Sam cupped both of the woman's large breasts, and watched, hypnotized, as they lightly bounced in her hands from Othello's fucking. The damn Daeva was quite content to keep pounding away at Madison hard enough she bounced on Jacob's cock. Of course Othello wasn't going to stop just cause Madison was exhausted, and he continued to thrust into her ass, half because it felt good probably, but half cause he liked watching Sam play with his ghoul's breasts. So did Triss and Jen, and the both of them stared at Sam as she playfully groped the woman. Jen had the better view, seeing from the side, but with how huge Madison's tits were, Triss could see plenty from where she lay beside Jacob. Giant water balloons bouncing around on Sam's palms.

"Nn... nnn." Still awake, but just barely, Madison's head rolled to the side, still holding a tiny smile despite nearly passing out. "Mmm... nn!" She managed a weak moan as Othello finally lifted her off Jacob's cock, then his own, and set the near comatose ghoul beside them on the blankets, opposite of Tris, cum leaking out of her ass.

Which meant now Sam was between two horny guys, with no Madison between them.

The look in Sam's eyes as she looked down between her legs, at Jacob's hard cock pointing up, and Othello's cock pointing ahead at Sam with the guy now kneeling upright, was pure excitement and embarrassment. Jacob's dick was soaked in Madison's juices, glistening even, while cum dripped off Othello's cock, a lot of it, landing on the blankets between Jacob's legs. Samantha stared at both with the ravenous look of a vamp who just had a fresh meal and was in desperate need of fucking.

Of course Jacob knew that. He grabbed her ass and thighs, lifted her like she was a feather, turned her around, earned a surprised squeak from her, and lowered her down back onto his pelvis.

Sam took one look at Jacob with her crazy horny 'fuck me before I explode' eyes before she gave in, grabbed his cock, and lined it up with her slit. Of course Triss stared hard at the sight, cause damn it was fucking arousing as all hell seeing a milf take a big dick so fast because she was so damn horny. She took him to the base, leaned forward, and kissed Jacob. Big, long, happy and charged sorta kiss, and Triss couldn't help but stare at that too, close as she was. Even when Sam started moving back and forth on Jacob's body, determined to keep kissing him as she fucked him, Triss watched the kiss. That wasn't just some mindless horny kissing. That was intimate, lovey dovey kissing.

But the kissing stopped when Othello lined his cock up with Sam's ass, and pressed its huge, fat tip against her entrance.

"Ah! W-Wait, I'm--" Her voice broke into a wavering moan as she stared back over her shoulder, and watched the big guy ease his lubed and cum-drenched cock into her ass. "Oh... oh god..." And just like that, her dainty moans turned into animal groans. More than all the stuff that came before, Othello slowly easing his huge dick into her ass with Jacob already fully penetrating her pussy, had Sam's eyes rolling up and her mouth hanging open.

Othello took her hips in his hands, and gave her a few, slow, deep strokes, pulling more groans out of her and forcing her to wriggle on Jacob as she struggled to handle it. But before Othello could pick up speed, Jacob raised a hand, like a captain giving orders to his troops.

"Othello, sit back and hold still."

"W-What?" Sam blinked down at her man, before looking back at Othello, confused. The big guy was still snug against her ass, both dudes balls deep in her, but neither of them moved an inch.

"I feel, as leader of this bunch of misfits and morons, that I deserve a break, and special treatment." Jacob hooked his hands behind his head again, elbow almost touching Triss's head, and relaxed back against the blankets and curved wall. "You do the work, honey."

Triss laughed. Honey. On any other man, Jacob's stupid sexist bullshit would have warranted a smack or worse. But on him, Triss couldn't help but laugh about it; Jen too.

"Me?"

"Yes you. Othello! Punish her."

Othello did as ordered, and gave the quivering Daeva woman a firm slap on the ass. Sam squeaked, sitting up straighter and hugging her hands against her collar, forearms covering her breasts.

"I... um..." Blushing to new levels of red, Sam peeked back at Othello, back to Jacob, before looking to Triss and Jen again. The girl loved giving in, being taken, forced, held down, fucked hard even as she begged for a break, all that. But forced to do the fucking on her own? Especially with an audience? New territory.

Of course Triss was too damn horny to think any of this was anything other than the best porn someone could ask for. She idly plucked at her one of her nipple piercings, other hand teasing her aching clit, while Jen continued to work the two toys in and out of her. Though Jen was barely paying attention, keeping her hands moving with muscle memory more than anything. She was watching Sam, too.

Jacob raised a hand at the elbow, snapped his fingers, and again Othello gave the girl a good smack, louder this time. Sam's squeak devolved into a mewling moan, and she lowered her hands to place them on Jacob's chest. She managed to peek at the girls again, and the look of utter guilty pleasure on her face was fucking carnal. Which of course Jacob noticed, so he snapped his fingers twice, and Othello quickly spanked the girl twice more. Probably not just for Sam, considering how good it'd feel for the dudes to have the trembling girl squeezing on their cocks like a vise with each spank.

Sam, whimpering now, got to work. She pushed her ass back, molded it against Othello's pelvis, before she worked it forward, aiming her hips down and toward Jacob. Othello sat back a little more, giving her more room, and she took it, sliding forward off half their lengths before devouring them again. First ass, then down to devour Jacob to the hilt.

Triss managed to tear her eyes away long enough to grin at Jen. Damn slut was making sure to match Sam's new, pitifully slow rhythm. It'd take a good hour to cum at this rate.

"Faster." Jacob snapped his fingers again, obviously enjoying his roll as drill sergeant, and Sam mewled as Othello spanked her again. She picked up the pace, getting to at least a slow fucking rhythm, taking both men to the hilt before easing up and forward off them half their lengths. Again, Sam peeked at the girls, and again she looked so damn guilty, like they'd caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. Some cookie jar, considering her mouth was hanging open, and she was panting and moaning with each weak thrust.

"Jacob, I... I can't. It's... it's hard to..." She slowed down again, arms visibly trembling where they pressed down on Jacob's chest. So, of course, Jacob snapped his fingers again, and held up three fingers while wearing a big, evil, mastermind grin on his face. "W-Wait! I--" She squealed after the first spank, squeaked after the second, and let out a tiny kitten mewl after the third.

Triss recognized that mewl. That was her 'one stroke away from cumming' mewl.

Trembling head to toe, Sam tried again, and this time tried a different tactic. She leaned forward, and set her elbows around Jacob's ribs; fucker still had his hands hooked behind his head like a king or something. With better leverage, she bounced her body back and forth, getting a few good slaps of her ass against Othello's body, even hard enough to make her modest breasts jiggle and sway underneath her.

From where Triss was, she got a great damn view of the action, each downward plunge onto her boss's thick cock going deep enough for Sam's smooth little swollen pussy to squash against his pelvis, each stroke drenching the dude. And of course, with Sam sitting forward like that, and Triss lying right next to Jacob, Sam couldn't help but look at Triss with how close she was; barely a foot between them. More of that pleasure-soaked guilty expression, eyebrows raised, eyes barely open, mouth dangling open and tongue almost hanging out of it.

Jacob knew exactly how to have Sam so horny she couldn't even talk. And it was so damn fucking hot, Triss couldn't help but clench down hard, and melt into a god damn fucking mess of orgasmic bliss. Powerful shocks deep inside her where she was stuffed exploded out from her core, up into her chest and down into her fucking toes. She didn't look away though. She smiled at Sam as she trembled on the blankets, knowing full well she was soaking the two toys inside her, and Jen's hands too, no need to look. Way too good watching the Daeva milf getting her wildest sex fantasies fulfilled.

Sam collapsed forward, and came too, managing another, knowing peek at Triss before her eyes rolled up. Her cheek planted against Jacob's shoulder, the one closer to Triss, and the Daeva looked up to her, inches away now, as she melted like butter. Othello got a grip on her hips and kept her snug against him, but the two dudes were happy to hold still -- probably relishing how good her milking clenches felt -- as she came.

"My dear, sweet sweet Samantha," Jacob said, clicking his tongue several times in disappointment. "You have failed me for the last time." Ok, yeap, dude was full on embracing the evil mastermind role at this point.

"I'm sorry, I--nn!" She squeaked again as Othello grabbed her arms by the biceps, huge hands easily circling them, and pulled her up until she was sitting upright again. "Wait, I'm still--"

"Othello my good minion, this sex slave isn't doing her duty. Punish her more thoroughly."

Oh god, Jacob, the bastard. He had everyone smiling and laughing -- everyone but the mewling Sam -- but the few seconds of smiles and chuckles quickly jumped back into carnal delight, as Othello pulled back, and thrust into the 'sex slave'. He thrust hard. Every inch of the dude's fat cock slammed into her, and her ass rippled against his pelvis and hips. And poor, sweet Samantha, let out the most salacious moan Triss had ever heard. Say one thing for Jacob, he knew what buttons to push to make Samantha boil. Apparently those two buttons were: sex slave, and getting man handled by multiple men.

Jacob lay there, hands behind his head, pleased smile on his face, like a king watching someone get punished for doing a poor job. Totally cheesy, but it did wonders, because Sam erupted into squeaks and pants. She squirmed, trying to get away from Othello's grip, but a few seconds later her arms went limp, dangling from where Othello held her biceps. She tried to keep her head up, but she only managed it for a few seconds at a time before it fell down again as the girl whimpered in defeat.

"Dude," Triss said, gesturing to Sam, "you just gonna lay there while Othello does the work? She..." Triss gulped as she watched Sam, and shut up. Ok yeah Jacob was being a lazy ass, but it sure worked, cause Sam managed another hazy peek at Triss again, before she came again. Pussy swollen like crazy, she trembled on Jacob like she was trapped in an earthquake, and more of her juices leaked out onto him as Othello pounded her.

Jacob swatted Triss's hand away. She swatted his hand away. They slapped at each other a few times. This was a very strange orgy.

"Jennifer," Jacob said, "control your woman!"

"The fuck? She--" Triss groaned deep, right down into her guts, as Jennifer pumped the two huge dildos inside her again. And god damn it, it really didn't take much to have Triss up to boiling over at this point.

Being so close to Jacob didn't matter to her, good or bad, he was just there, her weird-as-fuck friend and boss. But Sam, god damn, watching her wriggle on Jacob's cock was amazing. Othello pumped her ass hard enough to have her bouncing on Jacob too, the sort of pounding you only gave a girl if she was comfortable with it. Jacob had been training Sam to handle quite a bit, and probably indulged her sex slave fantasy regularly, in ways Triss didn't know about.

Triss melted into the blankets, and let the heat inside her build up again. She managed a peek up at Jen, half guilty about watching Sam and Madison so much, but Jen wasn't even looking at her. She was admiring Othello, and the work he was putting in on Sam's ass. And with the skill of a damn master, Jen pumped Triss's insides at the same pace, making it seem all too well like they were all connected in some big mess of limbs and sex.

Climax ripped up through Triss hard, and she groaned as the waves coursed up and down through her body. She clenched hard, soaking the toys, until Jen pulled the smaller dildo out of her pussy, while keeping the far larger one in her ass. An empty pussy meant Triss's insides were free to clamp down hard, and force a hard squirt of her juices onto the arm holding a toy in her ass. And harder again, her juices landing onto Jen's big tits and soaking her.

Before Triss could recover, Jen shoved the dildo back into her slit, and Triss melted back into the blankets again. Sam was in the same boat. Othello and Jacob didn't give her a break. They fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her, until cum leaked out of both her holes, white drenching her thighs. And with Othello holding her upright by her biceps, everyone could see Sam's expression on her dangling head. She'd cum her ever living brains out.

After a good while, Jacob and Othello finally eased up. How many times had they cum in her? A couple times each, at least. Vampires doing vampire things, taking human pleasure and dialing it up to eleven. But eventually they slowed down, slowed down a bit more, and stopped. Orgy over.

Well, that'd been an unexpected bout of fun. Triss and Jen were done, Othello and Madison were done. But Jacob and Sam weren't. The elder sat up, still beside Triss, hooked Sam's legs around his hips, spread his under hers and crossed them at the ankle, and hugged her. He whispered into her ear, quiet things Triss struggled to hear. Words like 'you ok?' and 'pushed you a bit hard there' and 'c'mere' and sweet stuff like that.

Jacob hugged the exhausted woman, and she hugged him back, burying her breasts against his chest and slipping her arms under his. With a whimpering sigh, she set her head against his shoulder, turned it, and faced Triss as the two of them kept on going. Except, it wasn't an orgy anymore. It was two people fucking, two lovers, slow and sweet, the only motion caused by Jacob's gentle and steady grip on her ass, while Samantha softly ground her hips toward him.

Everyone watched as the two fucked for a little while longer, so slow it was hypnotic. But sure enough, Samantha and her hyper sensitive body trembled on the man's cock, and after giving Triss a smile, she turned her head in to face Jacob's neck, and buried her face there as he came inside her again, too.

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"You really like her, don't you?"

Jacob raised a brow. "Just picking up on that, are you? We talked about this already. Christ. Why is every witch I recruit a dumbass."

Triss laughed as she looked back down at the city street below. They were on the Carthian Invictus border, on a building rooftop, looking down at the Border Bar to see if there'd be anymore fights. Nothing so far. Hell, the whole damn city had gotten pretty quiet now that those two covenants were leaving each other alone.

She was in her usual jeans and tank top. Jacob was in his dark, spooky witch robes, which coulda been made from human skin for all Triss knew. Too dark, but maybe he'd dyed them. She wouldn't have put it past him. Weird he was comfortable wearing the spooky robes in public, but unlike her, he could Cloak them both and keep them hidden easily, even from powerful Kindred. No chance someone was going to spot them.

"I mean, you really like her. Like, might love her."

He rolled his eyes; all in the head motion. "I'm trying." Wow, a direct answer.

"You two get along pretty well."

"She's fun," he said. "I like talking to her. She listens." Another direct answer. Apparently Sam was the antidote to the dude's insanity.

"What, I don't listen?"

He grinned at her. "Not even a fucking little bit."

"Ha. Well, I think she does more than listen. I think she talks, and you listen."

"Kinda happens when two people talk. At least, when the two people haven't been lobotomized as of late."

"Uh huh."

"And when the two people respect each other."

"Sorta excludes most relationships." She shrugged, and gave her boss a gentle punch in the shoulder. "Sounds like you guys got something special."

"Maybe."

"Hesitant?"

"Like I told you, I got scars from losing Minerva. So don't expect me to start singing in the rain just yet."

Jacob was so self aware, it was actually kinda irritating. How do you talk to someone who actually truly understood themselves? Half of talk between people was supposed to be about two idiots trying to figure shit out, especially about themselves, but Jacob already had a shit load about himself figured out. How the fuck did Sam talk to Jacob? How the fuck did Jack talk to Antoinette, for that matter?

"No 'I love yous' said yet?"

"Nope."

"Well, if it matters, you two certainly look like you got something going on."

"Hard to judge a relationship from the outside, Triss."

She nudged his shoulder. "You telling me you're not into her?"

"I didn't say that."

Nodding, Triss leaned over the roof edge, elbows on the railing, and she grinned at the old bastard. "I talked to the Prince."