My Little Ventrue Pt. 02 Ch. 09

"Ok, that's enough," she said to Jon. Her face had that rush of arousal on it again, and grinned it at Julias as she stepped around the tub. "Gonna be a tight fit."

"I'll slide back and—"

"Not the tub." She chuckled. Such a bad joke, but it made him laugh too.

She stepped into the tub. It really wasn't made for two people, but she put her feet down by his waist, straddling, and lowered herself facing him. Her claws found his cock, guided it upward, and she squatted down onto him through the water.

The imagery was amazing. He reached out, set his hands on her waist, and watched the lean warrior ease herself down onto him with one set of his claws around his cock and the other gripping his shoulder. With her leaning forward over him, her nipple chain slid down his chest the lower she got, and with her flexibility, she wasn't going to stop. The head of his member rested against the rose of her ass, loose from Jonathan's fingers, and with the ludicrous amount of lube used on both of them, it wasn't long before the glans of his cock started to spread her open.

He could still see the sparkle of her clit piercing through the water.

"Is... that going to fit?" Val asked. Jon had stepped behind her again, and his hands were holding her stomach.

Beatrice only managed a quick glance at Val before her eyes rolled upward. "Fucking tight. Fucking... so tight."

It was. Julias was a well endowed man, and that usually meant anal sex was too difficult to make worth it. But the monster straddling him felt differently. She squeezed the rings of her ass in spurts around him, and sank him in just a little more between each squeeze. Her fake breath came out in pants the deeper he went, and her grip on his shoulder tightened.

"Julias... knows better... than to... just pound a girl. Right Superman?" She fell forward then, put her face against his chest turned to the side, and held onto his arms with both of hers as she kept getting deeper. "Anal sex like this? Slow... deep... with a big cock? Just... so fucking deep until... you can feel it... pushing against your belly."

At last, the firmness of her toned ass found the groove of his hips. She sank into him, shook on him a little, and then leaned back to hook her arms around the back of the tub. He did the same.

Just two vampires, leaning back in the tub, facing each other, with their two kine bloodbags ready to do their bidding while the two vampires made love.

Careful Julias. Love was a dangerous word, especially to a Kindred. He would hold onto it for now, and with time and a gentle touch, lay bits of it before Beatrice like a trail of candy. He did not want to scare the beautiful creature with any sudden, poetic, and likely sappy declarations of amour.

Beatrice let out a low groan, and wiggled her ass up and down a little against him. Just the sight of her bare, exposed pussy shifting around above where his cock spread open her ass was enough to get his juices rising. With how her muscles squeezed around the base of him, and with how the woman clearly knew just how to bend her body, it was going to be a short-lived bout.

But then she stopped moving, just leaned back, and relaxed against the tub.

"Hey," Julias said, and put his hands down on her hips. He started to move her, but she reached into the water and poked at his hands with her claws.

"Nope nope. You're going to just sit there, balls-deep in my ass, and watch."

That watching fetish of hers. No doubt, if he had controlled a dozen kine and had them stand around to watch, it would have driven the Nosferatu creature into a sex frenzy.

But he liked to watch her, and it was delightful.

She gave him a little mercy, moved around danced on his cock for him in gentle motions. Then she tapped a claw twice on the tub to get the kine's attention, and motioned for them to come near.

"You, massage," she said, and pointed at Jon and then to her shoulders. "You, massage." This time she pointed at Val, and then down through the water to her cunt. "You." She pointed at him this time. "Hold still and enjoy it."

And then the display began. It took all his willpower to let go of her hips and instead put his hands on the tub side, but the payoff was amazing. When Jon started to dig his fingers into Beatrice's shoulders and upper back, the woman melted down onto Julias so her ass sank onto him as far as it could possibly go. It was when Val reached down, and started massaging the lips of Beatrice's slit though, that Julias started gripping the tub just so he didn't let go.

He could feel her muscles squeezing in spurts. She started to shift her hips back and forth in timing with the set of fingers working the outside of her pussy, and Julias was forced to watch and feel it but not allowed to participate. He really, really wanted to take her hips and start fucking her, but Beatrice wanted to lay back and let their servants take care of them. It was really cute.

Val was almost drooling while staring down at Beatrice's body. "You're so lean! You have abs..."

"And amazing breasts." Jon lowered his hands down Beatrice's body, slipped his fingers underneath the Nosferatu's breasts, and cupped them in his palms. His index fingers and thumbs massaged and tickled along her areola, and every so often plucked at the piercing to draw the nipple outward slightly.

Beatrice just basked in the attention. Julias could see that pampered princess look on her face, and it was a little weird with how her crocodile mouth was drifting open and exposing her extra long tongue. She was a monster getting treated like royalty and she was already loving it. Her head drifted back and came to rest against Jon's chest while the man continued to massage her breasts.

For a moment, Julias felt jealous. It was never really his thing to dominate kine like this and have them pamper him, but seeing how Beatrice was enjoying it was making him wonder. She was being treated like a queen. Maybe she was the more Ventrue of the two of them. The thought made him smile.

Jealousy faded when Val started to massage Beatrice's clitoris, and the Nosferatu started to squeeze and squirm and mewl. The double rings of muscle around the base of his cock milked at him, like a vice, but it was how Beatrice arched her back and pushed her body down against him that was stroking his swollen glans inside her. Each motion she made made her insides rub the head of his cock and send little pleasure waves down his length in rhythm with her movements.

Val reached down through the water with her other hand, and pushed down on Beatrice's flat stomach right below the navel, feeling for Julias's cock through the vampire's abs. "... that's so deep."

Julias groaned. He could feel Val's hand pushing down.

"Very. Feels like he's in my stomach. I just... gotta... move... slowly." Beatrice gripped the tub edges for support, and danced her pelvis back and forth on Julias, all while the two kine massaged every sensitive bit she had. "Thankfully, Julias has one of those big dicks that doesn't get super hard."

Julias frowned. "Hey!"

"Hush you." Beatrice raised her feet this time, and put them on his chest. The claws of her toes, almost big enough to be talons, grazed against his skin.

Then she squeezed him some more, outright moaned, and Julias winced. He could feel her tremble around him in orgasm, even as her head rolled back into Jon's chest again and her feet rubbed against Julias's chest. It hurt a little, how tight she was squeezing him, but seeing her cumming and squirming while having her pussy massaged and his cock in her ass made it more than worth it.

Val slipped her fingers inside Beatrice, and giggled with exhilaration. "Master, I can.... feel you inside her."

The cliché dialogue alone was making Julias smirk, but Beatrice was loving it. The Nosferatu raised her feet off of his chest, hooked her ankles on the sides of the tub, and started shifting herself back and forth an inch against him. And that felt good, really good. He so very much wanted to touch, but no touch. No, he was going to just watch, and let his princess cum her brains out on him.

He could feel his own cum started to build underneath his cock. The warm, almost subtle sparks of pleasure that told him his fluids were rising. Watching Beatrice getting fingered and massaged by strangers was a little odd at first, but seeing her cum yet again with him inside her firm ass was more than enough to get over that hurdle.

"I really like your tattoos," Val said.

"And your piercings." Jon's hands hadn't stopped massaging her breasts, and every so often he stopped just for a second, to give her nipple chain a few playful tugs.

Julias smiled. His instructions to his two slaves of the night were simple: enjoy the sex, do whatever Beatrice asked, and pamper her. It was written into their minds now, like a hypnotic suggestion; they couldn't do otherwise. He was just a bit surprised at how much Beatrice was enjoying it. Like Egyptian royalty, just laying back and letting her slaves feed her, stroke her, fuck her, make her cum. Her life as a human must have been one of attention and rich vice. People must have fawned over her.

Well, he was happy to do just that for her.

His cock was getting harder. The rising pleasure of impending orgasm was starting to send that warm, thick liquid up between his legs, ready to escape. Every instinct told him to start pushing up into her, but she wanted to edge him toward orgasm, and the slow pace of it was dragging out each wave of pleasure. The way her ass grinded against him, the way her hips shifted around like a belly dancer, was driving him closer. The way she started to bounce when Val stopped being gentle and started to finger fuck her hard was euphoric.

He came. He couldn't keep his fingers away anymore, and they slipped into the water to hold onto her hard thighs while he came. His groans were quiet, and his movements were subtle, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't help but push up into her, just a little, with each squirt of his thick cum.

"Hey you," Beatrice said, voice barely more than a moan. "Cumming? Fuck man that is... so...." She stretched out her arms and legs over the tub edge in a big, whole body stretch, and then let herself sink against him again while Val fingered her cunt yet again.

It wasn't long before he could feel her clench around him and start trembling with orgasm again. The stimulation was painful. His cock was swollen, and had just finished gushing cum into her when she started to grind her body into him again. The head of his member was ripe, hard, and her shifting and squeezing and squirming was milking every last drop from it.

But at last, she collapsed back, and reached down to remove Val's hand. "... fucking... love... to cum like that."

"Was it good, mistress?" Jon asked.

The Nosferatu reached up with her other hand and stroked the man's face, then took his hands off her breasts with gentle claws. "Yeah, you got nice hands. Must play with your wife's breasts every day."

Val giggled. Julias watched. The difference between the harsh, aggressive woman he met in the catacombs versus the woman before him now, kind and relaxing in post orgasm with kine pampering her, was huge. Hell, she was full-on smiling.

Beatrice took the edge of the tub in hand, and wiggled herself off of Julias. He moaned with how the rings of her sphincter muscles squeezed along the length of him. She did it on purpose he realized, when she gave him a grin. Her legs were a bit shaky though, and she had to hold onto the tub for a few moments before she could step out.

"If I didn't know any better, Miss Damor, I'd think you were Daeva, with your thralls tending to your every sexual whim." He stood up as well, and stepped out of the tub after her.

"Heh, guilty." The monster stepped around Jon, and standing behind him, she peaked her eyes up over his shoulder at Julias. "It's so much fun though. I had no idea. Enjoying yourself Jon?" She wrapped her claws around the kine's member, and right in front of Julias, started to stroke the meal's cock.

"Y-yes," he said. A little afraid, sure, but it certainly wasn't affecting his erection.

Was she trying to make him jealous? Well, two can play at that game. He stepped around the tub to Val, and got behind the short, busty woman. She looked up at him with big doe eyes, and he grinned a dark, vampire grin down at her. That alone was enough to get her trembling.

One hand reached down for neck, and his fingers enclosed it in a gentle grip; her blood was pumping hard, fast. His other hand reached down in front of her, and plucked at a swollen nipple. Val mewled. His hand went lower, creeping down her stomach before finding her pelvis, and eventually down between her legs. Her thighs were soaked.

She had all the signs of a woman who liked to be dominated and controlled. Julias preferred a woman who liked to take charge, like Beatrice, but there was still something appealing in taking charge himself. Something primal, and satisfying, in making someone cum on your hands, whether they wanted to or not. Val was melting in his grip, her dainty grip on his wrists, and her cunt boiling against his fingers.

He tightened his grip around her neck, just hard enough to make breathing a little difficult, just hard enough to slow the blood reaching her head. Her breaths turned into tiny pants, and they grew even shallower when he slipped two fingers into her dripping insides.

Beatrice and Jon were both watching him. Her hand around his cock was working faster, and the look on Jon's face was obvious: he was going to cum soon. Jon's eyes lowered to Val's, but Beatrice kept looking at Julias. Jon was taller than her, so it was just her eyes peaking over his shoulder at him, but that didn't stop her from grinning at him with those snake eyes, and stroking faster.

Val tightened her grip on Julias's wrist, but only because the poor creature had already started to cum. "J-Jon," she said, but her hips were pushing into Julias's hand, and her juices were dripping from his knuckles.

Then Julias leaned down, and bit into the woman.

"No... nooo...."

The result was explosive, as it always was. He'd made so many women go through this, fingers on their insides and teeth in their neck. The combination of orgasm and the Kiss, for the kine, always had the most powerful result, to the point the kine would shake in spasm, no longer able to stand, and their noises would completely stop from lack of breath. Val was no different, and he had to hold onto her tighter just to keep her from falling as the orgasm worked through her. The mix of orgasm and Kiss even changed the taste of blood with the wash of hormones.

Beatrice did the same. It was her first time treating a kine such a way, Julias was sure, and he didn't want to miss it. He watched her stroke the kine faster, and watched how she had to wrap her arm around the man's chest to keep him from also collapsing when she sank her fangs into him. Cum came out of the man in thick bursts, and splattered over the floor of the grand bathroom.

Jon started to lean forward with exhaustion, but Beatrice pulled him back, and she milked his cock with a grip Julias knew all too well. Soon the kine's cum was dripping off her knuckles, and she slowed her strokes, but she was determined to milk the man, even as she milked more blood from him. He could see it in her eyes; it was the first time she'd ever drank blood from a kine in orgasm.

Eventually, both kine were spent. Julias removed his fangs from Val, loosened his grip, and set the woman to lay down on the floor. She'd passed out, as many kine did after a full Kiss. Beatrice mimicked him, and set the husband down like a feather.

"Holy... shit... it tasted different." Standing there, naked, body flush with the bliss of the Kiss, it was as if all sexual arousal had been rekindled. If she wanted, and if Julias had wanted, they could have gotten back in the tub and had sex a couple more times then.

But, he was content to step up behind her, place his hands on her stomach, and put his chin on her head.

She leaned back into him, even as she took a towel from a hook off the faucet and started wiping the kine's cum from her fingers. "No wonder all you fuckers create harems and just fuck and drink all the time. That was great."

"Daeva in particular grow quite addicted to it."

"Think... think next time we could get like... more?" She looked up at him over her shoulder, and gave what he was sure was her best attempt at little girl begging eyes.

It just made him laugh. "How many do you want?" Maybe he'd regret opening this avenue of vice to her.

"Fucking... like, get a fucking dozen. All guys. I want to try a full on orgy, you know? Something I never did when I was alive. A bunch of dicks all just lined up and ready to cum in me and on me."

She grinned. Fuck, she was playing with him. Or was she serious? Probably both.

He knocked her skull a bit with his chin. "How about we start small? Maybe... three guys?"

Her eyes went wide. "You're going to spoil the shit out of me."

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~~Natasha~~

Natasha sat alone, in her apartment, in front of her laptop.

She took a moment to consider that. Alone, surrounded by quiet darkness, her face lit up by the light of a computer screen. Perfectly at home.

On her laptop were pictures of Vivienne — blurry of course. Her childe had been rarely seen since joining the Lancea et Sanctum, with only the occasional sighting. That's how it had been for many of their group, once proud members of Tony's anti-covenant ways and now hiding in the city holes of the dead elder's memories.

Vivienne. They had been good friends, when the girl had been hired to work the books at Xnomina. She was just a human, shy, small, a mirror to Natasha. When Natasha revealed the truth, about vampires, Vivienne had digested the information with cold practicality. It was a trait Natasha could understand. It was not long before she had sired the girl.

Vivi was the closest thing she had to a friend. No, that wasn't true. Jessy was her best friend, and Vivi was her childe. There was always that to connect them, and separate them. Something like a mother and child, but not quite. Never quite explainable, except as sire and childe.

Her mind drifted back to the ball. It had ended abruptly, once Lucas had left.

She shivered. Lucas. She had never seen a Mehket who could stand up for himself with words, to a crowd, to enemies. The way he had confronted the Prince with calm, controlled points was beyond admirable. No wonder so many were flocking to him.

She thought of Julias and Beatrice. Miss Damor. Yet another detail she had missed. Madame Turio couldn't be thinking of her in very high regard, at the moment, with the information her right hand kept missing. How had that Nosferatu shark-mouth seduced a man like Julias? Jack had said she was his spark, and she could understand that to a point. Julias carried a weight of sadness with him, he always had since she'd known him, and Beatrice was the first Kindred she had ever seen put a real smile on the man's face.

She bet they were fucking, right now. Julias had probably dominated a few kine, and they were having an orgy, plugging all of Beatrice's holes and making a mess of cum everywhere before the two vampires drank themselves full. Yeah, she was jealous.

It made Natasha's withered insides ache. Kindred were such stupid creatures, lone predators who craved companionship like any kine did. A cosmic joke. She wanted someone to hold in her little arms. Someone to make her smile. Someone she could have genuine, deep one-on-one conversations with. Someone she could enjoy exploring all sorts of sexual kinks with, if at least quietly. The ball had introduced no one. Maybe she would have to find a ghoul, and indulge her need for a little contact that way? Maybe a few ghouls, so she could indulge her more ridiculous kinks?