My Little Ventrue Pt. 10 Ch. 19

Eventually the damn slut stopped, eased her fingers out of Triss, and teased them up Sándor's now very soaked abs, and up to his chest. Now that she had some time to recover, Triss sat up straight again, and looked down at Sándor's breathing, sweating body, and how his abs flexed in slow crunches as Triss quivered on him. The orgasm aftershocks worked through her, up and down, waves that had her nipples so hard the metal studs hurt.

"You call me a slut," Jen said, giggling as she lifted her hand, and let a drop of Triss's clear juices drip from her fingers down onto Sándor's abs.

"Oh fuck you." Triss stuck out her tongue before leaning in again, and snuggled in close to Sándor. "Sorry, I soaked you." She shifted up and down along his body, rubbing her small breasts and diamond nipples into his chest. Her whole damn body was tingling and shivering and refused to stop.

"I can see that," he said, gulping, before looking over her shoulder and down her back. Noticing, she made sure to arch her back, and squash her stomach into his so her ass stuck out in a way she knew looked damn good. With her face buried in his neck, she couldn't see what he was looking at anymore, but his hands found her ass, and squeezed. Which got her all sorts of tingly again, and she sighed happily into his neck.

Her noise apparently encouraged him, because he squeezed her ass harder, massaged it, and dug his fingers into the meat of it. Triss hated the idea of comparing her body to his dead wife's, so no fucking way she'd actually say it out loud, but Margaret had been a tall, thin woman. Not much meat on the bones. Triss had a small waist with abs, and an ass for days; lot of time spent at the gym, lifting heavy shit, when she was alive. And feeling Sándor squeeze and knead it had her grinning into his neck as she kissed him. He liked her body.

Well, Margaret had said to be aggressive with him, and even bully him a little. So Triss sat back up, licked a couple of her extra, large teeth, and turned around. No need to get off, half the fun was showing off how comfortable she was doing this, and Sándor groaned as she twisted on his cock. Once she was facing away from him, she put her feet between his on the floor, put her hands on his knees again, and slowly worked her ass left and right as she made sure to keep the man balls deep.

Poor guy. Dude had been alive for centuries, but it was obvious he'd never gone through a sexual indulgence phase. Every paranormal in Dolareido, except for maybe the more fucked up Nosferatu, went through at least one horny phase in their long lives, where they fucked and fucked and fucked, and tried everything under the sun or moon. And now he had two girlfriends, Jen and Triss. Sándor was in for the time of his life.

Triss ground her ass around and around, going in circles, and occasionally give the man a hard squeeze. Sure enough, his hands found her ass again, and she looked over her shoulder to drink in his hypnotized, hard blue eyes.

Jen, looking a bit jealous, leaned in and kissed Sándor, making sure to squash her big tits against the man. Triss laughed and nodded to him, giving him permission to kiss her back. He did, eyes mostly closing as Jen made sure the kiss lasted, taking extra time to tease his wet abs with her hand, and rub her breasts into his side and chest a few times. Satisfied, she sat back down, snuggled under his right arm, and put a hand on Triss's ass.

And gave it a good slap.

Instant groan from Triss. It wasn't so much that Triss liked having her ass slapped; she did, but definitely not as much as someone like Samantha. But the way Sándor's eyes widened as he watched her butt ripple, was fucking perfect, not to mention how Triss's spontaneous clench pulled a quiver out of him. From the way Jen grinned, she was trying to draw out the animal that'd power fucked her fifteen minutes ago.

"Don't worry," Jen said, and she gave Triss's ass another slap. "We're not only here for sex. You and Beatrice can indulge in some cuddling and other romantic, far less sexual stuff, when we're done."

"I do like cuddling," Triss said.

Jen nodded, and traced her finger up and down Sándor's body some more.

"Cuddling is very personal. Very intimate," she said.

Sándor raised a brow as he looked between the two of them.

"Cuddling. Not sex?"

Triss laughed. This guy was so old fashioned, it was hilarious. And fun. Would he change after a year or two of nonstop crazy sex? Considering how old he was and still a stoic quiet stern vanilla dude, probably not. Which was going to be strangely fun, too.

"Like holding hands," Jen said. "Extremely intimate."

"Naughty," Triss said, grinning back at her girlfriend.

Enough foreplay. She lifted her ass up a few inches, and worked it back down. She had to shift herself forward a bit to get the angle right, but once she had his cock hitting the right places, she bounced a little harder, and mewled. The feeling of being full, of pressure against those places, sent more tingling waves up into her chest and rippling down into her legs.

Jen leaned up and whispered something into Sándor's ear.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

The Ventrue nodded, and shifted back on the couch a bit away from him before lying on her back, head against the couch arm. Oh, she wanted to do that position. Triss was down, and from the way Sándor looked to Jen and then back to Triss, he was too. Dude just needed permission to indulge in a fantasy.

Triss rolled her way toward Jen, off the man's cock, and Sándor got up off the couch. A second later, Triss lay on Jen's body, grinning down at her, head over Jen's breasts and her knees between Jen's legs. Sándor got behind her again on his knees, and stared down at Triss's ass as she arched her back for him. His eyes grew wider when Jen pulled Triss's ass cheeks apart for him.

He slipped the head of his cock back into her, set his hands on her hips, and very slowly sank himself balls deep into her ass. When his heavy testicles rested against her lips, she shivered.

"Dude, I am fucking dying here. Just fuck me already."

With his eyes still locked on her ass, Sándor pulled his pelvis back a bit, and experimentally thrust forward. Fucking finally. A long, hard cock, hitting those deep places. She moaned, and didn't try to suppress it at all.

"She's well lubed," Jen said. "Fuck her hard."

Sándor managed to lift his eyes from her ass long enough to check in with Triss, and she grinned at the man as she nodded, before resting her head between Jen's breasts. With her head on her girlfriend's sternum, and her chest pushing into Jen's stomach, her ass was high up in the air, creating pretty much the most perfect looking display possible. Sándor had no chance.

He thrust into harder, a lot harder, hard enough his testicles slapped against her pussy, and Triss's whole body shifted slightly on Jen's. Jen reached down along Triss's back, and gave her ass another hard slap, both hands, earning a deep growl from Sándor, and another hard thrust. And another, and another.

A proper fucking rhythm. Triss groaned into Jen's body as she melted, body going a bit limp so she rested on the girl's torso. Jen took advantage, and teased fingers down her back before again reaching down low and playing with Triss's ass, digging fingers into its curves. The occasional slap, too. Triss's eyes rolled up as she hugged Jen with weak arms, as Sándor fucked her faster.

Her empty cunt clenched down hard, and a shot of her juices splashed down against the towel. He thrust again, another quiet, dark growl rumbling in his throat as he forced his cock into her ass despite her clenching muscles. Lube putting in overtime. She managed a quick peek back up at Sándor, and the look of sheer hunger in his eyes as he pounded her ass was perfect. The pleasure wave came back, rolling up and down through her, and again her empty pussy clenched so hard she heard the gush of fluid hit the towel. And then, hit Sándor's testicles, as again the man thrust into her hard. Her cum splashed, soaking her thighs, only getting worse as the man didn't stop.

He only slowed down when it was his turn. He gave her a few more hard thrusts before sinking balls deep into her and staying there, as he flooded her insides. Warm, so warm, cum poured into her, and she gasped as she managed to push her quivering body up onto her elbows. She inched forward a little, just enough to collapse on Jen again, this time burying her face in her girlfriend's neck. More tremors worked through her, making her toes curl and her pussy squeeze, earning another gush of fluids, some hitting the large testicles resting against her lips, and soaking her thighs. The dude just kept going. He stayed deep, grinding her ass against him with his grip, and her muscle spasms pulled more quiet, dark growls from him, and more cum.

Jen chuckled up at the man, and held her hands out to him.

Sándor relaxed his grip on Triss's hips, and lay forward. Triss managed another quick peek of his eyes -- relaxed and blissful -- before his chest met her back, and gently pinned her against Jen's body. A Beatrice sandwich. Jen wasted no time, and pulled the man's head down to hers. Triss could feel them kissing, her own head in the nook of Jen's neck and shoulder.

Jen broke the kiss, and when Triss managed to turn her head enough to look at her, she kissed her instead. Fuck it, Triss kissed her back as she melted against her. She doubly melted when Sándor kissed the back of her head.

And then she groaned, as Sándor lifted his hips up, and thrust into her. Lying on top of her, his cock pointed straight down, and drove straight toward her belly. Triss mewled into Jen's kiss, and her girlfriend laughed.

"Fuck her until you're done, Sándor," Jen said. "As long as it takes." The sneaky Ventrue hid an odd inflection in there. She was implying that Sándor's previous lovers had been human, and not able to fuck as long as him. Unlike vampires.

Apparently, gargoyles could fuck for a long time. Triss lay where she was, trapped between girlfriend and boyfriend, as Sándor fucked her ass again. Softly at first, until her sensitive insides had her moaning, inviting Sándor to fuck her hard. He did, still lying on top of her and keeping her pinned. She drenched her thighs, Jen's, and the man's testicles, as he got faster, and faster. And when it was his turn to cum again, he slowed down to a crawl, stayed balls deep inside her, and ground into her like he was trying to break her apart in a mortar with a pestle, forcing his long, hard cock toward her belly and keeping it there as he poured more cum into her.

Sometimes, she hated the fact she was a vampire. Sometimes, she loved it. Paranormals had the best sex.

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"I'm still not... sure," Sándor said.

Triss and Jen blinked at each other before looking at him. They were all in his shower, and thankfully since he had one of the modern, stupidly expensive apartments, it was a big shower. Lots of sleek, metal-colored tiles and whatnot.

"About what?" Triss asked. She stood in front of Jen, and was running soapy hands up and down the girl's chest. Not like the girl had anything to wash off her chest, but she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to tease Sándor some more.

Sándor stood literally one foot away, and was having a difficult time not staring at what Triss was doing.

"About the nature of the relationship."

Triss gulped. "You mean--"

"About there being two women."

Oh thank god. For a second there she thought she might have fucked the man to the point of post-nut clarity, and now he was thinking he wasn't into her. Guys with heartbeats did have a habit of thinking with their dick until a good orgasm got their brain working again.

Triss let go of Jen, and walked into Sándor. His back was already against the shower wall, so it was easy to lightly pin him, and press her pierced nipples straight into his stomach; he was a good six inches taller than her.

"You and I are dating. I like you. You like me. Right?"

He smiled, and set his hands on her hips. "I do."

A shiver worked through her spine, the good kind, and she leaned into him a little harder.

"We're boyfriend and girlfriend. We don't fuck anyone else. Jen is our sex slave."

He raised a brow and looked to Jen. "She--"

"I already told you," Jen said, and she came in beside Triss, and did the same thing, pushing her huge breasts into the man's side and chest as she fought for room beside Triss. "I know what I like. I like this."

"But--"

"She's free to fuck other people," Triss said. "But she won't."

"It's not interesting anymore," Jen said. Yeah, she said it 'wasn't interesting' but Triss was pretty sure the girl was just romantically invested, whether she wanted to admit it or not. It'd been the same with Julias.

"And she won't fuck me or you without the other present," Triss said. This was annoying, but necessary. It was a weird relationship, and Sándor was a defining example of 'too old to change'. They had to talk about it and set up rules. Communication was important, and she wasn't going to let something as stupid as not talking about shit end the relationship.

Look at her, growing up and getting wiser about the more normal shit, too.

"I... see."

Triss and Jen both laughed. The man was so different to Julias. Every night, the two of them were going to have to work past the man's conservative nature. But that also meant they'd get to enjoy teasing him out of his shell every time, to pull out the hungry man hidden inside. Like opening up a not-illegal Kinder Surprise egg.

She nodded as she pushed up onto her tippy toes, and kissed his chin. When he looked down to her, she turned it into a proper kiss, and the man eventually closed his eyes. And slowly, as if he might shatter the illusion if he went too fast, he ran his fingers up her back. God yes. She melted into him, and hugged him into her.

A tiny part of her wanted to ask if he stroked her spine like that because Julias told him to. Nah, too weird. Better to leave the mystery.

Jen whined like a puppy until Triss broke the kiss and gave her girlfriend a kiss, too. And both girls peeked Sándor's way to make sure the man was hypnotized by the sight of their bodies pressed together. He was, and gulped as his eyes looked them up and down, head to toe.

No wonder Antoinette enjoyed fucking Jack so much. Sure, there was something to be said for a more even sexual dynamic, but seeing Sándor's surprise and almost guilty delight that he was getting something as extreme -- not even close by Dolareido standards -- as two women at once? It had her feeling all tingly with excitement. Probably how Antoinette felt with Jack.

And, unlike Jack, Sándor had another half.

"Sándor," she said, and she slipped behind Jen. Wet, naked bodies pressed together, both girls pushed their asses out, creating a big S shape that had Sándor's eyes running a race track. "We... were wondering..."

"How... comfortable you were," Jen said, reading her mind and jumping in, "with... your Horror, and... sex. Because, we were--"

"Pretty damn interested," Triss said.

Sándor raised one eyebrow very high.

"But, after what happened--"

Triss gave the man a slap on his naked, wet chest, hard enough to make the water ka-splat.

"Yeah, that sucked, but that was then. You regret what happened, and we regret what happened. We didn't respect the fact your Horror is fucking terrifying, and powerful as all fuck."

The man looked down. And unless she was seeing things, a tiny smile appeared on his lips before he wiped it away. Happy? No. Proud? No. Satisfied? Well, he was a half monster of nightmares. It probably did appeal to some existential part of him that his Horror was so horrifying.

"But you still want to... have sex with it?"

"Not it," Triss said. "You, as it, with all those... big arms and stuff." Very, very big arms. And legs.

Jen nodded as she came in again, right up to Sándor's chest, and pressed her huge breasts into his upper stomach. When in doubt, use the boobs. No man could resist the feeling of giant boobs squashing against the body.

"I was angry for what it tried to do. But this is different. I want to be a tiny little woman in your giant monster gargoyle hands, and disappear in your shadow as you bury a giant cock inside me. I want to groan and feel like I'm about to burst, as you treat me like a plaything."

Jesus christ. Triss agreed with everything Jen said, but her saying it like that was so damn direct, Sándor was floored. Hell, it was surprising Jen didn't ask him to rearrange her guts.

"Now?"

Triss laughed, and shook her head. "No, not now. When you're comfortable with the idea. When you've fed. For now, you know what I want to do? I want to go cuddle and watch a fucking movie. I got nowhere to be tomorrow, and that's a great fucking feeling I want to savor."

Lie down on his bed or couch, cuddle up, and watch a movie. The most god damn romantic thing in the world.

Jen stepped back as she laughed, but nodded.

Sándor paused, eying Triss. Maybe he didn't believe her. Maybe he thought she was being sarcastic. So she kept her expression serious as she waited for him to realize she was being completely legit.

He relaxed, and smiled. "That sounds heavenly."