My Little Ventrue Pt. 10 Ch. 22

Jen and Triss watched for a little longer, before they looked at each other, nodded, and headed back to Sándor's place with a mission.

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"Please?" Jennifer asked as she stepped into the apartment. She slipped out of her dress without so much as a hello, leaving Sándor dumbfounded and stepping back to give her room.

"Please what?" he said, eyes staring at her breasts for a second before he managed to rip them away to Triss.

"Please." Triss said. She slipped out of her tiny tank top, kicked off her jeans, and Blushed Life. Instant hard nipples. "I mean, you can say no, if you want, but... Jen and I are both really hungry, and we saw Damien with Fiona tonight, and..."

"Can we taste you?" Jen came closer, now in only a skimpy little thong, and pressed a hand against Sándor's chest. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, so hilariously casual compared to the two girls coming at him.

Triss was down to nothing but her own thong too, less lace, more g-string than Jen's, and she came up and pushed her chest into his, beside Jen's. They really were bullying him, just burying the poor guy in tits and ass and begging for some of his blood. But hey, Margaret said bully him a bit, and holy fuck she needed a piece of what Damien had.

Sándor took a second to process what was happening, before he smiled, and sat down on his couch, leaving room on both sides of him.

Jen clapped and jumped onto the couch beside him, and Triss half-jumped onto the other.

"I've been Kissed before, a long long time ago," he said.

"Sexually?" Jen asked, and she leaned in to put her lips to his neck.

"Not exactly, but it was... very pleasant."

"Well," Triss said, putting one hand on his jeans and undoing the button and fly as she leaned in as well, "this is gonna be sexual."

A second later she had his cock out, and Sándor sighed peacefully as he relaxed back on the couch, and--

"Wait," he said.

Jen and Triss froze.

"Don't wanna?" Triss asked.

"It's not that, just... I thought after talking about my lair... maybe you'd want to... after the Kiss, visit my lair... and... the gargoyle."

The girls blinked at each other, and then their lover a few times.

"What?" Jen asked. "When we Kiss you, you'll be pretty drained. I thought we'd make sure you came a couple times as we Kissed you, before Triss and I fucked each other while you watched." And as if she'd just said something perfectly reasonable, she nodded at him and Triss expectantly.

Oh god, Triss laughed and gave Sándor a happy pat on the stomach.

"She does have a point," she said. "Kinda hard to keep an erection when you lose a pint of blood."

"Maybe, but... this body and the Horror's body are two different things." He nodded as he leaned in, kissed Triss on the cheek, and then the same for Jen. "You can drink me, but, if you want, you can join me in my lair after, and we can... perhaps..."

That, was an invitation to a night of monster sex. Triss gulped and shared a much more shaky glance with Jen, who did the same, her eyes lighting up and lips putting on a nervous smile. The idea of seducing Sándor until he ravaged them with his huge gargoyle half had seemed more like a fantasy than a reality. Now he was offering that possibility? That the girls come visit the giant gargoyle and get fucked? Get absolutely... utterly... ravaged?

Jen and Triss leaned in, pressed their breasts into the man, and sank their fangs into him.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. The blood hit her like a freight train, and she groaned into his neck as the thick liquid flowed down her throat and into her belly. The difference wasn't slow or subtle, or hidden in the flavor or any shit like that. It bowled her over, and she melted into the man as the strange power of his blood sent tingling waves of... something, through her. Something dark, and twisted, and hungry, and powerful, and exciting.

It'd been so damn long since she'd had alcohol, but this was like taking six shots, and instead of getting overwhelmed with a need to vomit, something came rushing up through her body that had her Beast singing. She groaned louder, drank harder, and hugged the man tight. More. She needed more. The Beast in her guts demanded more.

No fucking wonder Damien was so confident and aggressive with Fiona's blood in his belly. The alcohol comparison only got more accurate as the blood spread out through her, and every thought she had was cut short and replaced with the most simple, absurd impulses. How the fuck had Damien even managed to speak? The only thoughts she could come up with now were: fuck, eat, and maybe fight.

She pulled her head away long enough to see her man's stoic face looking ever so slightly not stoic, even a little pleasured. Not even Mister Gargoyle could resist the power of a Kiss double whammy. She looked to Jen, who pulled away too, and the two of them stared at each other, ready to pounce. Jen's body was on fire, same as hers.

But she didn't get to. The room went dark.

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Sándor was crazy strong. Her Beast knew that, each time she was near the man. Just being around him was enough to feel overpowering, in a quiet kinda way, like standing in the presence of a cathedral. It didn't make a sound, but you damn well knew the building was imposing, intimidating, grand, and ancient.

Sándor did a good job hiding that aspect of himself. Normally he was just a quiet dude, and now, someone she could kiss and hug and tease, and even bully a bit. Sometimes she straight up forgot the crazy shit he'd done in the past.

And then, bam, it was right in her face just how insanely powerful Sándor was. The other Begotten talked about how hard it was to open up paths into their lair, or out of their lair into any place that didn't really jive with it. It was why they often did things in the dark, because most of them had dark places in their lair. But if Fiona wanted to open up a place to her jungle lair and she didn't have any dark places, she'd have to find a forest or something. Even then she'd probably need to do it at night, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to do shit.

Sándor was strong enough to open up paths to his lair even with all the lights on, and when he did, Triss sucked in a quick breath under the sudden weight of his presence. Holy shit.

And then, she was there, in the lair. Her, and Jen, standing beside each other in the gigantic throne room. Sándor had dropped a blob of darkness right on them, and now that it was gone, they were surrounded by pillars, and the braziers on the walls and pillars alike went from dim, to bright, and brighter, fires growing within and lighting up the place for them. Did he have magic monster powers allowing him to control his lair, like a psychic connection or some shit? God damn. She gulped as the fires grew so large the flames poured out of their little gargoyle mouths and eyes, and she took a step back. Yeah, just because it was weird dreamland fire didn't mean it wouldn't turn her to ash if she touched it.

Jen touched her hand, and with familiarity, Triss slipped her fingers into it, and the two of them stepped out into the main hall of the giant castle. He hadn't dropped them off in one of the hallways off to the sides, with the wooden walls and ceiling, old rooms for an old castle. This time, he'd skipped that part, and the two of them, tiny and borderline naked, were left standing in the colossal room of colossal pillars topped with colossal statues of the gargoyle.

It was like being dunked in a big bucket of cold water. Yeah, sure, they still had bellies full of blood, and her heart was now beating, pumping her full of fake life that had every bit of her tingling. But now it wasn't only horny aroused. She had enough self awareness to know what was happening to her.

She was scared. Horny and scared. Fake adrenaline coursed through her, got her heart racing even faster, and before she knew it, she was breathing faster too as she looked around at the giant, life-sized gargoyle statues. One of those handsome fuckers was probably waiting on his throne right now, ready to scoop her up, and fuck her. And hopefully, not eat her.

Jen took a step forward, and Triss followed, quickly catching up so the two girls walked side by side. Slowly, they approached the giant throne in the distance.

"Um..." Jen leaned in to her and whispered. "I feel... weird..."

"Drunk on Begotten blood and ready to pin and fuck Sándor?" she whispered back. The only reason she was even able to think straight, was the cold-water dunk getting yanked into Sándor's lair had been.

"Yeah, but..."

"Fucking terrified, too?"

Jen gulped and nodded. And squirmed. Yep, getting scared was only making her hornier. She was one of those girls who got pretty randy after an intense roller coaster ride, and apparently, so was Triss.

It took will to not throw herself at Jen and fuck the girl right there. Something about the weird blood in her belly had her Beast roaring, and telling her to just give into her desires and hungers. Aggressively. But every time the urge flooded back up to her brain, she looked around at the scary-as-fuck nightmare chamber they were in, and the distant throne they were walking toward, no doubt with a giant gargoyle sitting on it. A gargoyle that'd almost done something horrible to them in the past. And yeah, that was water under the bridge, but still, maybe this wasn't such a good idea?

The throne was empty.

Oh fucking shit.

The girls spun around in time to hear the creature roar as it swooped down from one of the pillars. It landed in front of them like a giant eagle landing in front of a free meal, slow and casual, big wings flapping and burying them in heavy gusts that almost knocked them over.

Sándor's gargoyle body was huge. Ridiculously huge. He must have been twelve feet tall, and considering he had that animal-ish hunched posture in his upper body, he'd probably be taller than that if he stood up straight. Muscular as fuck, big chest and shoulders and tapered waist with huge abs, and two sets of arms, one set under the other. Big, giant, dark horns, dark blue skin, long dark claws and talons, and a couple of dark eyes on a surprisingly handsome, oddly hyper masculine face with very pronounced eyebrows and an inhumanly hard jaw.

Jen and Triss didn't even try and run. They just stared up at the huge beast who'd just landed basically on top of them, four wings drowning them in shadow.

He picked them up, upper left hand taking Triss's torso, lower left taking her legs, and the right hands doing the same for Jen. The two eyes glowed red for a few seconds as they locked onto the girls, before switching back to their dark color.

Okay, this was bad. Was he thinking straight, or was he like the last time they met the gargoyle? Were they dead?

He brought them in closer, slowly, and rumbled with a deep vibration that had her shaking, fear mixing with the vibrations.

"Your one and only chance," he said, that deep voice full of gravel and bass. "Stop?"

Jen and Triss slowly looked at each other. That confirmed Sándor was in his right mind, at least.

"Is it safe?" Jen asked, voice wavering.

Sándor brought her in closer, until she was only a foot away from his head and giant horns.

"I won't hurt you," he said. "But the gargoyle is... a powerful creature. And willful."

Message received. If they agreed to do this, Sándor might have trouble controlling himself. Sure, if they both screamed bloody murder, he'd probably stop, but...

The two girls looked at each other. Dive in? Back out? Holy fuck it was so damn hard to think straight with Sándor's blood pulsing through her and telling her to try and fight and fuck the titan holding the two of them like dolls.

"Y-Yes," Jen said, voice wavering even more. "Yes, please, fuck me."

Sándor rumbled, and the smile he wore had Triss shivering. Gorgeous, and terrifying, the kind of smile a deadly villain wore before committing some horrible act. It faded, thank god, and a subdued-but-very-real animal hunger replaced it. He was a nightmare monster, so the smile probably wasn't something he had full control of. The gargoyle was supposed to be scary, in a very literal, that's-why-it-even-existed sense. It was.

He began his prowling walk toward the throne, giant tail swaying gently behind him, like a crocodile casually treading water. Every so often, he rumbled, a deep purring sound that reminded Triss of the stories Jessy had shared. She'd said Eric's rumbles and purrs felt like what a giant cat would if they could purr, something heavy and bassy, but still a rapid-fire sound like a normal cat's purr. Sándor's rumble was like putting her ear up against one of those mega-sized dump trucks. It was so deep she felt it more than heard it, the sound almost entirely nothing but heavy waves of vibration that flowed through her like she was plugged to a motor.

Jen and Triss stared at each other. It was becoming all too apparent way too quickly, just how beast-like this giant gargoyle was.

The gargoyle stepped up to his throne, and sat down with slow, lumbering steps. His long tail draped over one of the throne's arms so it could dangle off the side, and one pair of wings hooked over his neck and shoulders like a cape, the other two snugging it behind him so he could press his spine to the throne as he got comfotable. Nodding to himself, like a king thinking deep thoughts, he held out both vampires in front of him, each dangling by their hands from his upper arms, while his lower arms reached out, slid a giant claw into their underwear, and slid them off.

Triss didn't bother looking. She knew she was wet, and now Sándor knew it, too, his stern gargoyle face again showing that dark, scary grin for a second before fading away.

Both vampires squirmed a little, dangling, helpless, as they watched the gargoyle look their naked bodies up and down like meals. Each breath the beast took was slow, and now that he was staring at them with his dark, hungry eyes, each breath was a quiet, but deep rumbling wave of vibration.

His lower hands were free, and he used them to undo and toss his loincloth aside.

Both girls looked down, and gulped. Well, they were right, he had two. And they were huge. They looked like a human penis for the most part, bulbous tips a dark shade of purple compared to the navy of his body, no foreskin. But, yeah, two of them, both massive and lined with veins, and getting bigger and harder by the minute. Not so hard they stood upright though, a bit more malleability to them than a normal dude's cock. They hung forward, half bending with their own weight.

The upper cock was a bit bigger and longer than the lower one, which was already big enough Triss was having some serious doubts about whether it'd be fitting into anything. Anyone.

Naked, a titan of muscle and power, the gargoyle relaxed back against his throne, leaning back so his pelvis slid forward a little. Jesus fucking christ, just one of his legs was bigger than Triss. He rumbled again as he looked to the two of them, and brought them toward him until they were both close enough to his face they could feel his breath.

"Who first..." He spoke the words slowly, voice carrying as a wave of depth and bass that almost shook the pillars. Nodding to himself, he brought in Jen toward his mouth, and opened the giant thing filled with a lot of damn scary teeth. Not super sharp teeth, but more like a crocodile's, fully capable of clamping down on flesh for a good grip. The sort of teeth you'd use to bite on something as an anchor, while using your hands to tear it to shreds.

Jen stared down, frozen, as Sándor brought her in so close her thighs nudged against his chin, and they spread apart as he brought her in closer. Just as she was about to say something, or maybe kick the gargoyle out of reflex, Sándor let out another deep, pouring rumble, and his tongue slipped out from between his teeth.

Jen managed a quick peek at Triss, before her head lulled forward, and stared down at the fucking massive monster tongue forcing its way into her slit.

"Sándor! Slow down! I... oh... oh..." Her voice fell away, wavering and fading, as the gargoyle brought her in closer again, until he literally had her pussy an inch over his gaping maw. More and more tongue, long and pink and wet, came up out of his mouth in waves, and once he had what must have been a dozen inches of it fighting for space inside the wriggling vampire, the rest of it pressed against her pussy, and buried her clitoris.

Jen just sat there, literally sat on the dude's tongue as he fucked her with it, and stared down at her belly as a small distension flowed up it in waves. Triss had done that with her own tongue inside Jen before, but Sándor's was easily twice as thick and long, and Jen was reduced to nothing but a mewling kitten as the huge thing filled her up, and probably stretched her both deep and wide, as it curled and rolled like a wave machine. And each roll forced her to slide back and forth along the portion of his tongue outside her and pressing against her clit, making sure the helpless Ventrue got every bit of her thoroughly tongue fucked.

Even if Jen had come into this cold and dry and thoroughly unaroused, she wouldn't have been able to stay like that long, not against this. But with Sándor's blood pumping through her, Triss and her girlfriend had come ready to skip the foreplay. Sándor had other ideas, and his tongue broke Jen in a matter of minutes.

Triss stared on as Sándor brought her in close enough she could see every detail, now dangling only a couple feet away from his head. Christ, she couldn't look away, eyes locked onto her girlfriend's huge tits rippling against her chest as she came, her stomach wriggling as she squirmed on his tongue, and holy fuck the rolling bulge that worked up her belly from her pubic bone up to her navel, and past it. That, was deep. That was very deep.

Sándor wasn't just eating her out to make sure she got to cum before they got to the good shit. He was literally stretching her, and prepping her. He pushed more tongue into her, and Jen's mewls turned into loud squeaks, before she melted back into her rolling rhythm as again the gargoyle fucked her with his tongue, forcing the bulge on her belly further and further up.

Satisfied, he lifted her up, and Triss stared at the lines of juices connecting his tongue to Jen's now thoroughly drenched slit. He took a moment, looking her up and down, as if considering if his new sex toy was ready, before he adjusted his grip on her. He set both girls down onto the arms of his throne, careful to make sure they didn't fall, and slid his hands down so he could hold them around the waist instead, like toys, or dolls.

He lowered Jen down, and slid her legs down his abs so her limp thighs slowly spread apart around the monster. And as she did, not even trying to resist the giant gargoyle's motion, he sat Jen on his abs, her legs spread around his titanic waist. And then he lifted her up a bit, lowered her ass between his thighs, and brought her back down again so she was sitting under his cocks, with the weight of the two huge things now resting on her stomach. All Jen could do was stare.

Triss could only do the same. She shivered as the juggernaut admired the sight of his two cocks sitting on Jen's body. He was measuring. With one hand holding Triss, and the other holding Jen, his other two hands were free to make adjustments and set the two huge lengths on Jen's stomach in a more straight line, and both girls gulped as it became obvious just how big the gargoyle was.

The smaller cock was, what, almost a foot long? And it was thicker than Jen's damn wrist. And the larger one was... larger. A little longer, and a little thicker.