My Little Ventrue Ch. 10

Eventually his hand was forced to stop when her muscles squeezed down on him like a vice. He let her relax, and only with gently curving fingers did he continue to massage her insides. Her orgasm had her quaking, and her hips rocked up and down while more of her juices leaked over his palm and down his wrist. She went silent once again — it seemed to be what she liked to do when she came — but the pleasure on her face was obvious.

He had no idea this ancient creature was capable of such sexuality, but her body responded without hesitation or embarrassment to his touch.

Eventually, her legs slowly closed around Jack to embrace him between her quivering thighs as her body calmed with orgasm aftershocks. He could still feel the shaking of her large thighs against his sides, and when he slipped his fingers from her, she gave another husky mewl.

"Delicious," she said, and licked her lips as she sat up, weight on her elbows.

For a moment, he froze. Her red eyes were staring at him, more wide than usual, and lips were curled into a predator's grin. Then she reached out, took his shoulders, and eased him over onto his back beside beside her. He was just a feather to her, and even though she was gentle with him, he couldn't move an inch.

With a slow motion, she got up onto him, and straddled him. She was so tall he almost disappeared between her legs, with her weight now on her knees around him, and her pelvis hovering just over his.

"I... don't know if I'll-"

Her finger found his lips, silencing him. "Do not speak."

He gulped. The tall, gorgeous goddess reached down, and wrapped her other hand around his cock. It had several drops of precum on it already, and she chuckled as she gently eased the skin down to expose his glans. So swollen it was almost painful.

It only got worse when she aimed the member up toward herself, and began to lower her weight onto him. The hot, soaked folds of her cunt found his cock's head, and he groaned with the powerful sparks of pleasure her squeezing muscles coaxed out of him.

"Watch," she said. He forced his eyes to open, and just drank in the sight of her. She lowered herself slowly, with a light rocking of her hips from side to side, complete with a hard squeeze of her muscles around him whenever she dipped from left to right. It was a dance. The Prince was dancing for him. She put her hands on his shoulders, pinning him down and so he was helpless to escape her as she worked her body to devour him to the hilt.

When her folds found the base of him, she squeezed him again, so hard and tight it made his jaw drop and a low moan escape him.

"Do not think our difference in size a problem, little Ventrue." She leaned forward so her elbows were against his chest, her breasts against his neck, and her lips over his eyes. "You feel delightful inside me. And I trust I am a comfortable sheathe for you?" While still leaned forward, she raised her ass higher, squeezed tight the whole way up, before lowering herself back down with a slowness that had him almost whimpering.

"I-"

She cut him off with a finger yet again, and gave him an almost angry look. Dangerous. He wasn't supposed to speak.

She sat up, and let the weight of her body bury him inside her. Then, as if performing art, she reached up to comb her fingers back through her hair, arched her back to jut out her breasts, all the while easing her hips back and forth against him. Her juices were soaking him, coating him, as if rewarding him for her earlier orgasms.

Then she leaned forward again, took his shoulders, pinned him down, and started to work her hips in a figure eight. An actual figure eight, so that each curve outward of her hips was met with a light forward thrust. He was mesmerized. Her heavy, beautiful breasts hung over him, swaying back and forth with their weight, but it was the glorious movement of her wide hips he couldn't look away from. She was just so god damn perfect, and skilled; each forward shift of her body was met with a squeeze of her cunt in just the right way to make the tingling bliss start to build between his legs.

The Prince took the boy's hands into her own, and pinned them against the blankets over his head. "It has been many, many years since I have delighted in this dance." Her breasts were swaying directly over his head now, as she was leaning far more forward to hold his hands down over his head. He just stared with jaw open. "How would you like to cum, hmm? I could take it from you roughly." She raised her ass, dragged her soaked lips along his length, and slammed her hips back down. The bed creaked, and he struggled to not push his hips up to meet her.

It took everything he had to not cum right there.

"No, I do not think so. You, my little Ventrue, are not that sort." She grinned again, a devil's grin, and leaned down even closer. His hands were still pinned, so he couldn't even lift them to touch her, but she pressed her body down into him so her breasts overwhelmed his collar and neck, and he had to look up to see her with her head past his. "You are a methodical creature. Deliberate. Paced. You would prefer slow." Her voice got deeper, husky, and she arched her back to push her breasts into him. "Very slow."

Oh god. She was squeezing him so tight, and now she was easing herself back and forth along his body, with the whole of her pressed into him. Her hips were pushing into him at just the right angle to massage the length of him while milking the swollen head of his member. She was edging him closer and closer, and each time he made a little groan or whimper, she let out a satisfied sigh.

Over the course of painfully long minutes, the rising pleasure was too much. Warm cum poured into him, and after a powerful wave of bliss forced his muscles to clench, it poured into her.

"Oh," the Prince said. She sat up so she could look him in the eyes, but still leaned forward enough to keep his hands pinned down above his head against the bed. "Cumming inside, are we?"

He managed a small nod, even as he struggled to keep his eyes open while his muscles tingled with each squirt of cum that escaped him. She chuckled down at him, but did not stop easing herself back and forth in her slow dance, and tight grip of her insides. The eye contact was overwhelming; something on his face, in his expression maybe, was making the red-eyed goddess gaze at him with almost animal hunger. It made each clench of his muscles, each spark of bliss between his thighs and along his length feel almost unimaginably surreal. How could this be happening?

But then, she squeezed him yet again, and his own fluid started to trickle out of her and onto his body. It was most definitely happening, and the mighty goddess continued milking him until his eyes rolled upward. She kept a perfect pace of tight, massaging, hot muscles along his cock, that each squirt of his cum was almost painful, and the pleasure made his breath come out in pathetic pants.

When his orgasm finally started to pass, she pressed her chest to him again, and kissed his head, even as she continued to gently rock her hips. "You are so adorable, little Jack." At last, she let go of his hands, and put her weight into her elbows against the blankets so she could hug him, and to his delight, continue to rock her hips forward. Those few final drops of his cum were squeezed out of him in the rocking motion, and he trembled underneath her with each one. She was milking him, squeezing him in a rhythm to stir those last few sparks of orgasm aftershocks down his cock's length and into his thighs.

She finally sat upright completely, and lifted her hips from his body. His member slid free, and more drops of their mess dripped down onto it. It only made her smile.

God damn that dark red, ludicrously seductive smile.

"You may speak now," she said. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

He looked up to her with wide eyes, totally perplexed.

"I... well, virgin. No frame of reference. But that... just.... wow," he said.

"You are too cute, Mister Jack Terry." She rolled over, and Jack gave a small gasp of shock when she turned him around to face away from her as if he weighed nothing. Suddenly they were spooning, but she was the large spoon, and he was tucked snug against her pelvis. She propped herself up on an elbow, and leaned forward to rest one of her breasts along his shoulder.

He was the small spoon, and she was using his body as a breast rest. She even sighed warm noises into his ear, and hugged him closer to her to her stomach. All he could do was snuggle back into the crevice of her body, let her take control, and just melt into her.

"So, how do you feel Julias will respond to all of this? You killed his sire, and now you are my lover. We may have put him in an unusual situation. He is likely to replace Viktor on the Invictus council, so he will be forced to make difficult decisions." Her hand drifted up and down his side, his legs, his abs, and circled the lines of his chest. She really liked to touch his muscles, he guessed. He'd have to thank Julias later for all those grueling nights being forced to exercise and eat well when he was still alive.

"He doesn't know that we're... lovers." He hesitated on the word, but it only made Antoinette laugh softly. He'd never imagined using the word before. "Should I tell him?"

"Yes. He is your sire. Do not betray his trust."

"He doesn't know I killed Viktor either...."

"That is perhaps more difficult, but I know the other Invictus right hands wanted Viktor killed."

"They did?" Jack said, and turned to blink up at the Daeva leaning over him.

"Viktor did not return from his latest Torpor the same man. He was not always so cold or destructive." She let out a weary sigh and continued to stroke Jack's chest. "I once considered him an ally, but both his childe and I saw who he was becoming. Julias and his companions will be thankful... though do not expose my plot to him, if you please."

"So... what do I tell him?"

"You killed Viktor because he threatened your life, and my own. It is true, is it not?" She leaned down and gave him another kiss, this time on his earlobe. "At the time, that is all you knew."

"That is true... sneaky." He grinned to himself. He did not like half-truths, but this one was harmless. The Prince merely gave Viktor and Tony the rope to hang themselves with. Look at you Jack, already dancing the Danse Macabre.

"Do not think that is the only reason you are here in my bed, little Ventrue." She gave him a hard pinch on his nipple, and he let out a yelp. "I found you intriguing even when we first met. How could Julias have picked such a small, feeble creature for his childe, I thought to myself."

"Thanks," he said with a grumble.

"And then, when we met at the Bloodlust, I knew why. You, my little Ventrue," she leaned down again and grazed his ear with her lips, "have quite the spark in you. And that spark is mine now." Her lips encased his lobe again, and he shivered against her with delight.

"I was so terrified of you... I still am."

"And yet, that only seems to spur you on." She hugged him closer to her with her hand on his chest. Her grip was strong, damn strong, immovable even, but Jack didn't struggle. He shivered a little at the feel of her naked skin against his back, and the thought of how she was literally the most powerful, deadly thing in the entire city and then some, pushing her naked body into his.

"Tell me," she said, "is there a gift you would like, for your actions against Viktor and Tony?"

A gift? He hadn't really thought about it. He'd assumed his current position, literal and figurative, was reward enough.

"I uh... don't know. I never really did want for big things. Julias chastised me for lack of ambition."

"Well, you are Ventrue now. Ambition is in your blood. Come, whatever sneaks its way into your mind," she said. Her fingers kept tracing the indentations of his abs and chest, like he was a canvas for her to paint.

"Can... can I sleep here today?" he said. His hand rested against his stomach where Viktor had sliced him open. The wound was gone, not even a scar, but the scars of Rebecca's stabbing stayed. Had he really been through so much? He could still remember the feel of his insides spilling, bone breaking, skin burning. Next to Antoinette though, the images faded.

"To sleep next to me?"

"I'm sorry, I just... little scared lately. Rebecca got me, and then Viktor... but.... I really like it here, with you. I know it's... I know Kindred don't normally... yeah it's too much to ask. I- " Her finger found his lips and silenced him.

"You have earned my trust, little Ventrue, and I understand." She guided his head to turn and look at her, and he found himself shocked. For a moment she looked sad, but her eyes drifted down and her smile opened. "You may sleep next to me today. And future days." She hugged him close again, and this time she kissed his crown and nestled her head atop his.

"It has been a long time," she said, "since I have trusted anyone but Daniel, and he is only a friend. That you would waste a gift on something so little, just to be closer to me?" For a moment, he thought her voice was caught in her throat, as if ready to cry. She didn't though. He knew she wouldn't, perhaps she even couldn't, ancient as she was. She hugged him closer still though, and sighed with relaxed joy into his ear. "Are you trying to woo me?"

"... yes." He smiled. The Prince was moved by his request. To him it seemed such an obvious thing. He'd killed for her, fought for her, like a fool in love; was it so strange that he'd want to spend time just sleeping next to her?

"Be careful, little Ventrue. If anyone found out you were by side during the day, it would create opportunities for enemies. Kindred are powerful things, and some can control your thoughts, your body, even your memories."

"Shit, then... I shouldn't risk your-" Her fingers found his lips again.

"And I have been Prince of this city for decades. It is not my safety that worries me, it is yours."

"... then I'll risk it." Fool in love. Yep. If there was one way he was going to die, it'd be head over heels in love.

Antoinette let out another sigh of contentment, and rolled Jack toward her, onto his back. Before he knew what was going on, she had locked her lips against his, and half of his body was covered in her white hair as she leaned over him. Her eyes were closed this time, and her hands were bracing her weight against the sheets with her breasts pressing to his chest. His own hands drifted up her arms and then along her back, and his eyes eventually drifted close in the kiss as he succumbed to her touch.

"You are under my protection now, Jack," she said between kisses, "and I will kill anyone that threatens you."

His eyes opened again in surprise, but hers were still closed, absorbed in the sudden intimacy. Her words scared him to all hell.

... he kinda liked it.