My Little Ventrue Pt. 02 Ch. 04

All she had to do was smirk though, and that cocky smirk of his was gone and replaced with his old white knight self. The dumb bastard, smart as he was, didn't have a cruel bone in his body, and she took full advantage. She stepped up to him, and gave him a quick kiss. It was more than enough to make him surprise blink.

"Hey."

"Hey," he said, head tilted and eyebrow raised. "You seem in a good mood."

"I am." Extremely happy!

She'd told Jacob about Damien, and what she'd seen him do once he'd left the underground compound. And Jacob had nodded, greeted her into the circle, and said she was free to do with the information as she wished. Right now, she had no idea what to do with it, but the power and choice was making her high. She'd warn Julias about the Lancea et Sanctum, but his goonies would have already told him. They didn't know that she knew, though.

"My god this mansion is huge. So many rooms!" She looked down the hallway where wooden chairs with cushions and end tables waited. The other way, a spiral staircase. The other way, the main entrance room where two staircases ended in a glorious display of wasted space.

It was such a turn on.

She took Julias's hand then, and started walking. He complied without a sound, but very confused. "So, which bedroom did you have my box of goodies in?"

"Oh," he said, and the light clicked on over his head. "Sure, this way."

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"Oh my fucking god.... Ok, I admit it, this is so fucking awesome."

The bedroom was gigantic. Big big big big bed, four posts, fluffy blankets of royal purple — fucking purple! — and massive pillows. The walls were drapes and curtains between fitting mannequins, and each mannequin was wearing some elaborate dress suit from probably hundreds of years ago.

And she was going to fuck on that bed. A lot. Nearly every day if she had any say in the matter.

"Viktor wasted much for extravagance," Julias said, and he stepped around her to show a small frown. "I'd meant to bring you, but—"

"Whee!" She jumped up, spread out in the air, and belly flopped onto the bed. With expected delight, it bounced her back up a foot before she got to settle in. She looked over her shoulder at Julias, who was beyond bewildered, and she turned on the blush of life with a wink. Tone returned to her skin, her heart started pumping again, and the feel of blankets on skin became even more euphoric.

He chuckled, outright laughed even, and also began the blush of life as he approached her. "I had no idea you'd enjoy this sort of thing so much."

"Decades spent living in rundown and abandoned buildings, Julias. Decades. Even when I was alive, nothing like this!" She kicked off her jeans with a laugh, and threw them at Julias at just the right angle they fell on his face and shoulders. He didn't seem to mind, and smiled at her from between their legs.

"So, look at this." She got onto her hands and knees, and arched her back like a stretching cat. The effect was her ass in the air, and to make things even better, she'd worn a thong. A tight, black thing that was a little lacy, but mostly just a thin strip that covered what might as well have been nothing. Micro thongs were the hottest. "You have any idea how uncomfortable ass floss is?" Uncomfortable, sure, but she had a large, toned ass, and the thong really brought out those curves perfectly.

Poor Julias's jaw had dropped. "Damn." He walked toward the bed with that same confident swagger he always had, but it was in stark contrast to his face. He was mesmerized. Had she found his weakness? His eyes were glued to her exposed ass cheeks, and even as he reached under the bed to pull out her box of goodies, he didn't break his gaze. Yeap, he was an ass man, and she had the legs and ass of a yoga god.

Memories of Othello, the woman in his lap, and her ass spread open on his cock, jumped into her mind.

"Hey." She grinned a big, delightful grin. "You know I never really thought about it, and I only just realized it. We're vampires, and that means," she said, and reached behind her to give her ass a slap, "no prep work needed for some fun. One-hundred percent clean."

The look of genuine surprise on his face yet again made it all worth it. She was the one throwing the curve-balls tonight.

"You sure? I mean—"

"Hell yes I'm sure." She looked around, grabbed one of those ridiculously expensive-looking pillows, and put it under her hips so she could lay down on her stomach. This way she got to relax, and keep her ass in the air.

The old tingles of excitement started to spark on her toes and up her legs. She loved anal sex when she was alive, if she could find a man who actually knew what he was doing. Julias had a hundred years under his belt; he most definitely knew what he was doing.

He started to undress. She found another pillow to put her head on, and turned her gaze to watch her man get out of his suit. Something about the way he undid the tie, slipped off the jacket, undid the buttons, it all reeked of confidence. And strength. The damn Ventrue had a lot of years on her, but it was more than that. It was in the size of his shoulders, the thickness of his arms, his height, the hard jaw despite his soft smile, and how he wore that ridiculous haircut of slicked-back blonde hair so well.

When he was finally naked, she took a good long look at his cock. Excitement turned to just a touch of panic. Julias was a very well-endowed man, and sure that was awesome for a rough-loving girl like her, but it was a little more complicated for anal sex.

But the big guy sat down beside her, and all it took was a gentle finger running along her thigh to break her. She let out a quiet murr before burying her face in the big pillow. With her hips raised on the other pillow, she wriggled around, got comfy, and took peaks over her shoulder to spy on Julias and whatever he was going to do.

He spent a couple minutes just massaging her ass with deep, drawn-out motions. She rolled her eyes and kept quiet, since there was no use in trying to coax the big bastard to do anything fast. He liked slow. Those tingles between her thighs were getting stronger though, and that fake warmth from the blush of life wasted no time.

He finally slid off her thong, and she let out a pleasant sigh. "Come on," she said, "some of us have places to be." She dipped her hips around left and right, squeezed her thighs, grinded them down against the pillow, and spread her legs nice and wide to expose everything for him.

He just chuckled.

She was about to protest, but instead let her head sink into the pillow, even chew on it a bit with her huge shark teeth, as Julias started to massage the lips of her cunt. He knew just how to tease her folds, just where to press and rub near her insides to make her muscles clench. When his fingers found her clit, it all just came together in a perfect array of pampering. She'd pay him back later with a good strip dance and lap fuck or something, but for now she just let him spoil her.

She let out a high-pitched meep when something cold landed on her ass. "Hey! Oh... ahaha." Over her shoulder, she watched Julias drip copious amounts of the lubricant from her box down the crack of her ass. Like, a lot. He just let it pour, until even she found herself a little worried for the pillow. "Yo, the bed is soaked now."

He shrugged with a knowing smile. Once he'd thoroughly soaked her, he put the bottle away and resumed gently massaging her clit with his thumb. She thought it was his thumb anyway, not being able to see between her legs from the angle. But that circular, loving motion of it along the swollen nub, and how it teased her clit-hood piercing just right definitely meant thumb. She'd grown quite fond of that thumb.

His other hand though sneaked its way along her back and tickled her spine. If she were still kine, she'd have started breathing faster in anticipation. Those fingers roamed up and down the small of her back, nudged her shirt up to tease more of her back, before inching their way down to her ass. Just when she was about to say something, that thumb making love to her clit slipped into her cunt between muscle clenches, and she let out a surprised squeal.

"Hey! Cheater." She leaned up on her hands and arched her back to look behind her, but she only managed a quick glance at the bastard's sly grin before she collapsed. His thumb reached into her pussy deep and pressed down toward her belly, hard. Like fucking lightning, powerful shocks worked up and down her legs and into her insides until she was shaking. Her huge claws pierced the ridiculously expensive bed, and her huge teeth took a chunk out of the pillow, but she couldn't possibly bring herself to give a fuck while an orgasm was working through her. She squeezed, clenched, wriggled and squirmed, and otherwise just laid there while Julias rubbed her g-spot down toward the pillow she was resting her hips on. Her juices gushed out with each hard clench of her muscles. Girl cum soaked her, splashed against his thumb, and trickled down her thighs.

"I think," Julias said once she'd stopped mewling into the pillow, "you should come to the Prince's ball with me."

"Wh... what?"

"You should come to the ball with me."

"I thoooooought....." She looked behind her again. Julias had started to caress and massage the rose of her sphincter. His other hand still had its thumb deep inside her slit, but now he was slowly working a finger into her ass. And she loved it. Something about the pressure, the spreading open of the muscle, the sinking sensation of his finger working her open and entering her.

The mountains of lube he'd used also made it easy. The big guy had big hands, big fingers, but he was slow and knew just how to lightly press in, give her time to adjust, let her relax, and then push a finger deeper.

"I thought we talked... about this." Quiet moans were mixed with her words, and her eyes were fixed on how his hand was moving between her butt cheeks; watching him slide his finger into her tight ass was half the fun. When his finger started to work on the second ring of muscle inside her, she lied back down and sighed with glee. So deep. After a few more delightful minutes, he'd managed to get a finger in down to the base knuckle, and he was pushing it down toward her belly and womb. Pressure, deep inside her in her belly, pushing down and into her abs from inside her ass.

He pushed into her further, sinking more than just the finger, but some of his hand as well. With time, he pressed down harder, until he was squashing her womb and deepspot through the wall of her insides and pushing them into the blankets. He pressed in a slow rhythm, but each time he pressed down until she felt like she was pinned, ass spread open and insides singing in bliss.

Christ she was mewling like a cat in heat again.

"We did, but you're much easier to convince in this scenario," he said, and started to ease his finger out. She managed a small whimper, which sounded disgustingly girly, but god damn it'd been so long. Just when she was going to say something, he started to work two fingers into her, massaging the lubricant around and opening her up.

"I told... don't want to go... fucking ball." She could feel her juices soaking the pillow, coating her thighs, and joining the mess of lube everywhere. Two fingers were wriggling around inside her ass, pushing down toward her cunt, and putting pressure on that deep spot inside. Deep deep inside. When he got the two fingers into her ass past the knuckles, space inside her suddenly ran out, and her eyes were rolling up with the sensation of being so full.

"You sure?" He started to press down toward her belly again, and this time he massaged her clit with his other hand until the juices were just pouring.

She tried to look behind her to watch, but the telltale signs of an orgasm put her head back down onto the pillow. It was different when it was so deep. A clit orgasm was like a sharp shock of pleasure, but the way he got to press down into her deepest parts got one of those powerful, full-body waves of pleasure orgasms going that she could feel from her core to her toes. Her muscles gripped down on his fingers between spasms, and more of her juices leaked from her cunt until the pillow was a lost cause. And he milked it from her, pushing those two fingers harder down against her until she could feel it pushing against her cunt and womb through her ass. The effect left her a wriggling, writhing mess of moans, and leaking cum.

He pushed harder, enough to sink her down into the bed. She came again, groaned into the pillows, and squirted against his hands so hard she felt the splash. He eased his play on her clit — thank god, the swollen nub had become so sensitive, any touch felt like fire — but the fingers in her ass were not so forgiving, and they started to work up and down hard enough to make her ass bounce. Her whole body convulsed, pleasure spasms tearing through her, making her toes curl and her feet kick at the blankets. She squirted again, and whimpered like a little virgin girl as a few more sharp spurts of her cum splashed against the pillow and her thighs. But at last, just seconds before she was going to start begging for a break, Julias eased up his finger fucking, and massaged her quivering walls with his fingers while her orgasms settled into blissful aftershocks.

"See, I think it'd be pretty amazing for a Carthian to be be seen with an Invictus." He removed his fingers, and she found herself clenching her muscles in spurts at the empty feeling. "A member of the Invictus council, nonetheless."

He thought she was still a Carthian. Hell she thought she was still a Carthian half the time. Better everyone thought that, for now.

"Is that why? Politics?" She managed to put her weight on her elbows, shivering included, and gave Julias the biggest evil glare she could muster.

It all melted away when he knelt down between her legs, and laid his cock between her butt cheeks. She tried to look back up at him, glare at him or something, but her eyes were stuck on how its length rested in the crevice of her muscles, and its head, swollen and demanding attention, nudged into the small of her back.

And it only got better when he started to drip more lube onto it. He didn't give a damn about the bed either.

"I'd be lying if I said no. There's peace, and I'd like to keep it that way." He brought his cock back a ways, and with one hand guided the glans down between her toned ass cheeks to find her sphincter. The way he'd thoroughly worked her open earlier left her muscles still partly spread for him, and he used it to start easing his fat cock into her ass.

He'd only just started and it was already thicker than two fingers, but the man knew what he was doing, and went slowly. Very slowly.

"... and?" she managed to say, before he sank a couple inches of his girth into her. Her rings of muscle squeezed on it and made her wince for a moment, but its flesh texture spread her open and continued to push into her, until her eyes were rolling up in her skull.

"And I think it'd be a great time. You, me, slow dancing." His voice got deep in that manipulative way he was so good at, until she could feel it against her. Then he leaned over her, put his hands down against hers so they were pinned down to the bed, and he started to lower himself on top of her.

"I hate... slow dancing.....

Sometimes she'd forget how physically imposing Julias could be. He was a smooth talker and all-around nice guy. He had no business being so tall, with such broad shoulders and thick arms, but when he got on top, she became the tiny girl hidden in his shadow. His big hands entwined with her claws, and his chest grew closer and closer to her spine as he sank further down.

And the further he sank down, the deeper he went. Deeper, until he was deeper than his fingers went. With him right over her, she put her cheek to the pillow and looked up at him sideways, and did her best to not mewl, or panic. It was really deep.

She almost stopped him. It felt like there was no end to him, and when it felt like he was going to push up into her stomach, she opened her mouth to say something. But her ass and his hips aligned, nice and snug, and Julias let out his own quiet groan as he pushed his weight into her. She, on the other hand, started to tremble. She was trapped underneath him, his abdomen against her ass and pushing her into the bed, and it was so damn fucking hot she could already feel her toes curling. His balls resting against her soaked pussy lips only made everything better.

"I think you like slow dancing." His weight nudged forward, just enough to make her ass shift with him and the girth of his cock press down at a different angle. Then he eased back, still buried balls-deep in her ass, in the softest rocking motion he'd ever used on her.

And it worked. That deep penetration sensation was scary, it was all such soft flesh inside there, but the way he put his weight down in that constant pressure pushing down against her womb was fucking wonderful. She squeezed her claws around his fingers between them, and let her mewls get louder as another one of those overwhelming climaxes worked through her like a machine.

"This is different... slow dancing." She managed a little energy, and pushed her ass up to meet him, but she barely had enough room to even wriggle. She could still squeeze though, and when the orgasm aftershocks weren't making her muscles spasm too uncontrollably, she did her best to milk the man's cock for him.

The groans he gave, quiet and just barely audible grunts over her head, would have sounded so corny in a porno. But they were real groans, and she was the one milking them out of the big guy, and that made it all so much hotter.

He kept that super slow pace of his for a good ten minutes. The bastard had so much patience, and no matter how much she squirmed and wriggled to entice him, he never started to fuck her hard. This time she was thankful for it. She laid there, and simply writhed in pleasure as he pushed his cock down against her deepspot until she came a couple more times. With her legs spread and with how he was burying himself to the hilt inside her, she could feel his testicles resting against her pussy lips; they were absolutely drenched in her cum.

And when he started to cum inside her, he put his head down next to hers on the pillow, continued to fuck her in that slow, gentle, barely-moving pace. His body gave tiny muscle twitches, and his weight rested on her back as he came. She let out soft whimpers, partially just cause it seemed like the thing to do, but the sensation of his body burying hers into the bed was oddly comforting. He was squirting cum into her guts, with how deep he was. Fucking god the thought alone made her moan for him, squeeze her ass, and grind it against his body to milk more hot cum from him.

"You don't think... everyone at that ball would be staring at you like I do?" he said, and leaning down so far he managed to put his lips to her ear. "At that ass like I do?"

Fuck, the ear. So cliché, but she was still shaking like a leaf and all it took was a little kiss or breath on her ear to make her shiver a little.

"That is... you think so?" Of course he was just smooth talking. She had claws for fingers and a shark mouth; she just had to look at younger Kindred to make them look the other way, or run.

But then, she'd never hung out with older Kindred before Julias. Maybe there was something there? Even the Invictus Maria had to get laid, right? Well, maybe not. Elder sex drives were unpredictable.

They laid together for a few more minutes, just letting the last remnants of their fake life leak out of them as sexual juices. She turned her head enough to look at Julias, and he looked at her, and they sorta just looked at each other for a while. Comfortable.