My Little Ventrue Ch. 03

With great delicacy, she slid those claws down her shaved pussy before spreading open her dripping folds. "Fingers. Now."

Julias gave a grin and a nod. Part of her still worried he was manipulating her, Invictus and all that, but the cock between his legs wasn't lying. She really... really wanted to do things to that cock, but that would come later. For now, she was going to just lay back and enjoy herself with her hands hooked around the inside of her thighs and spreading them open.

The big loaf knelt next to her and, with a stupid smile on his face, leaned down to kiss one of her knees, while one of his hands started to caress her leg. She rolled her eyes, and did her best to suppress the smile she felt tugging at her cheeks.

Then, Julias put his other hand against her pussy. He didn't penetrate her, he just rested his hand against her soaked, bare folds, and caressed her labia. Up and down they went, kneading and massaging the outside of her cunt, squeezing her lips together until she felt her juices leak, before his fingers spread out to work where her thigh connected to her pelvis. She wanted to yell at him to get to it, but, the feel of those large hands loosening her up and spreading her cum around was making her start to tremble.

At last, she let out a low, primal groan when two of his big fingers eased her open. Her muscles gripped down, hard, and she had to force herself to relax while he worked his digits further into her insides.

She stopped holding her thighs apart, and put her hands to the blankets to sit up a bit. There was no way she'd miss seeing this. She kept her legs spread nice and far for him, but her eyes were glued to his fingers. They were just barely visible as she leaned forward a bit to see over her bare mons, and she clicked her crocodile teeth together at the sight of them when he pulled them from her squeezing muscles. Her juices were dripping from his knuckles.

"Yeah, yeah... like... that." Her arm closer to him reached for him and took his shoulder, but she kept her eyes on his fingers. It was mesmerizing. He sank his middle and ring finger into her, palm up and to the knuckle, and wriggled them around until she felt her toes curl. Then he pulled them out of her in a slow, massaging motion with his fingers curling upward against her g-spot. Then he did it again.

He reached into her as deep as his fingers could go, and pressed up toward her belly. She gasped in a sharp hiss, and leaned forward a little closer to hook the arm on his shoulder around the back of his neck instead. His digits pressed a little harder into her, toward her belly with his fingers buried in her cunt to the knuckle. There, he massaged above her deepest spot, and smiled at her while doing it.

"Stop... smiling... you... jackass." Try as she might to stay quiet, her other hand was soon clutching the blanket until her claws sliced into the fabric, and more of her juices joined the mess. His big digits pressed so deep into her, deep and up against that spot way in the back that was making her body sing and her mind go blank. Her mouth opened wide, crocodile teeth on full display, but she didn't care. The bastard was making her cum, and she even let out a few quiet moans as her muscles clenched down like a vice and forced more of herself to leak onto his palm.

She collapsed. Julias finally stopped massaging the depths of her cunt, so she was free to just lay back and ride out her orgasm. The aftershocks worked up and down her legs like fireworks, and every so often her body would just convulse for a second and clench down on his fingers. She had no control, she could only lay there and let the pleasure earn the occasional small moan from her.

Then Julias started to pump her insides up and down like a piston.

"Ah shi-i-i-i-t!" Both her hands were on the blankets again, but she managed to force herself to sit up to see. Julias's hand was no longer gently stroking her insides, but instead he was slapping his two fingers up against her g-spot hard enough to make her ass lift off the blanket, before pushing back down only to do it again.

His free hand slid down from her leg to her pelvis, and he pushed down against the muscle below her navel. Her poor g-spot was trapped between both his hands, and when she tried to say something to ask him to ease up, he only pumped her faster, and harder. The noises were lecherous, and even her pert breasts were jiggling against her with the force of his fingering. Her juices were soaking his palm, and they splashed around her thighs and down her shaking ass. Every muscle down the valley of her abs was in constant flex, and try as she might to squeeze Julias's fingers, he only worked harder to finger her. The piercings in her ears and nose clinked together with the vibration, and even the piercing in her clit hood bounced against the swollen flesh.

After almost a minute of near-painful cumming, Julias stopped pumping her insides. A random spasm of her muscles caused a little gush of her juices, and she tried fruitlessly to suppress her mewls. She collapsed again, and this time didn't try suppress the little mewls that the orgasm aftershocks pulled from her. The wet spot on the bed had grown substantially, but she didn't care, the rich fucker could probably buy a million beds. Right now, all she cared about was how fucking amazing it felt to have a pair of fingers inside her again. Even now, the bastard was gently stroking her depths, just enough to make her body still quiver and her toes curl.

"Ok... you... can speak." Were she still alive, she'd have given up on going to work the next day. Hell, just the sensation of him removing his fingers was enough to make her tremble.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"... yes." She forced herself to sit up. There was no point in modesty here, so she didn't cover up or anything. She just spread her legs and looked down at the mess she'd made all over the Ventrue's sheets. He was sitting on his knees and smiling at her, but something had changed. His smile was different.

He actually seemed happy. Strange.

"I'm glad," he said.

"Well you had an advantage. I've just fed and spent twenty years in a shadow. You know how hard up a vampire can get?" She tried to pull herself up onto her knees to sit like him, but more rippling shakes worked through her core and put her flat on her ass again. Julias chuckled with a warmth she hadn't expected, and she smiled right back at him, crocodile teeth and all.

"You deserve... a reward," she said. "I hereby give you the right... to fuck me in whichever way is most popular... among your lady friends." Little mewls were sneaking into her speech, try as she might to suppress them. "Come on, gimme the top rated position."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeap."

"... alright." Julias lay down, and motioned for her to come to him. "Lay down on your side next to me."

"... you have got to be shitting me." She pulled herself forward into a crawl, complete with a raised ass and arched back to emphasize her wicked form, and did as he asked. Soon she was facing away from him with his pillow under her head, and her arms in front of her with her claws playing with his blankets. "You legit going to spoon me?"

"I am."

"Aha. Alright." She didn't look, but she could feel him nuzzle up against her back. He was a big, muscular guy, and he not only sank the bed in, but she fit into the crevice of his pelvis nicely. His hand found her hip, and she gave a tiny shiver. The position made her feel so... vulnerable. She wasn't going to look back and make it obvious, but she could feel a little anxiety creep up on her.

His cock pressed against her ass cheeks, and her whole body went rigid as it sneaked its way down her buttocks before sliding between her thighs. She looked down, and his glans peeked its way through underneath her cunt as the large Ventrue snuggled, fucking snuggled up against her back. With his cock between her thighs and rubbing against her soaked pussy, she became acutely aware of suddenly how nervous she felt. Her skin was turning red, fucking blush of life, and her nipples were so hard, her piercings were starting to hurt.

"Would you... guide me in?" Julias had his head over hers with his weight propped up on an elbow, so she had only to turn a bit to see him smiling down at her. Why the fuck was this making her so tense? With an unsteady hand, she reached down to her thighs, and slipped her claws around the underside of his member. She had to be careful to not hurt him with her claws, but she found it hard to not tremble, just a bit, as she slid her hips forward, and pushed up on his cock.

When she eased her hips back down, she let out the softest little moan as his cock's head spread her tight cunt open. Everything was so damn soaked in her juices, that even his big dick had little trouble spreading her muscles apart, and his member slipped into her with a quiet plop.

"God... fuck... mother fucking...." She'd expected him to pick a position better for a good cunt ramming, but now she could guess why he picked a softer arrangement. The fucker was likely to hurt a woman if he went with a more aggressive position.

She blinked down at her breasts. Julias had sneaked one of his hands onto her tit, and was giving it a squeeze not unlike what she did to his cock. Gentle and massaging. His finger found the little bolt piercing through her nipple, and he plucked at it lightly, which only sparked more mewls from her. Along with his gentle touch, the bastard was sliding more of himself into her, and her eyes again rolled upward. The angle let his glans press straight into her g-spot on the way in, and her head collapsed onto the pillow as the sensation of its texture on her swollen insides made her quiver all over again.

"I like your piercings," he said, and his hand sneaked down to her abs to find the one on her navel. "Did you get them before or after your embrace?"

"A... after." Fuck, she was moaning again. Julias was fucking her now, but the bastard was so slow about it. He never shoved, never pushed, he only eased his cock into her as deep as the position would let, which was plenty with his size, and then eased himself back out of her.

"And the tattoos?" The fingertips of his free hand found the tail of her snake, and traced it along her flat stomach until it came back to her breast where the snake had an open mouth around her nipple.

"... a... fter."

"What happened to being so talkative?"

"Fuck... you...." She didn't look his way this time for fear of how bright red her face must have been. Getting him to lick and finger her to a mess of orgasms had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the big bad Ventrue was spooning her and she was doing her best to not gush all over him. He'd probably planned this! Fucking bastard would pay for it... later. Now, she brought one of her hands to her other breast, and the other hand sneaked back down to her cunt to find his cock. She didn't stop him, didn't even touch herself, she just wanted to feel that member of his slide into her. Her juices were literally dripping down her leg. She'd always been a wet one during sex, but this was embarrassing.

As if in tune with her, Julias lowered his hand down her stomach and her pelvis, and stopped short of her thighs. His fingers found the piercing of her clit hood again — god damn her clit was so sensitive — and he began to rub it up and down against her body in that same damn gentle motion his fucking was doing. Too slow to make her cum, but just hard enough to send tiny sparks of pleasure down her legs.

"Come on, just... please just fuck me hard. This is..."

"You said fuck you like I do the kine I feed from. This is how." He lowered his head to her ear, and her body went rigid when his lips found it. His lips plucked at some of the many piercings her ears contained before lowering and settling on her lobe. There were piercings there too, but he seemed content to suckle lightly on the flesh.

"Christ. How... long does it take to cum... like this?"

"Could take a while." He sighed into her body and held her close to him. His nibbling on her ear would stop, only to start again in a different spot on her ear, and his finger on her clit never grew rough or hard or any of the things she silently begged it would. His rhythm with his hips was barely ever enough to even make the bed creak, but was just enough to make his cock's head kiss her g-spot lightly with each motion until her toned ass was molded to his pelvis.

He definitely planned this.

"So... you — nnnm — uh... you... don't do this with other Kindred?" she said. She couldn't admit to losing control of the battle.

"Nope. You're the first Kindred I've shared my bed with in a very long while."

"... heh... yay... me." Both her hands were free, and she found herself playing with her own breasts with one, while the other rested on the wrist of the bastard's hand currently make her clit sing. "The other Carthians... oh... they're boring. No — fuuck — no... spunk."

"You have spunk," he said. Damn right she did. "I like that." He gave her clit a little pinch, just enough to shock her system, but not enough to get her over the edge, before he settled back into his practically loving rhythm.

"Tragic knight... such a romantic? I'm... surprised a Daeva didn't... scoop you up."

"I'm a hopeless romantic... and a slut. I guess I should have been Daeva." He gave a harder thrust into her, just a single one, just enough to earn a mewl from her before he eased back into the gentle sex.

"Ha, yeah. I... can see it now. Ditch the suit, start writing... poetry." She'd given up on trying to talk smoothly. He was riding her constantly at the edge of orgasm and it was fucking with her speech. She sounded like a little girl with her tiny mewls.

"I hate poetry." His rhythm got a little faster, and the fingers on her clit got a little rougher. "And as much as I'm a romantic, I do love to control things." His rhythm got a bit faster again, and his back pushed a little harder into her so she was turned slightly toward the blankets. She'd lost control, without contest.

"Fuck... ing... Ventrue."

His new rhythm was just fast enough, just hard enough, that should could feel her orgasm building. Her face turned into the pillow, and she clutched at the blankets as his thrusts got just a bit deeper and harder. It was such a slow transition into a proper fucking speed that her mind was left in a haze as the orgasm she longed for was always just slightly out of reach.

A single strong thrust did it. She tightened like a vice and squeezed his member hard enough she'd thought she'd wring it off, but her juices came trickling out of her boiling cunt and kept everything flowing nicely as her orgasm started working through her legs. Her toes curled and her knees bent against herself into a fetal position as she shook. That warm, rippling bliss of the climax went up and down her spine and through her core, and another squeeze of her cunt forced the wet spot of her cum on the sheets to grow.

The tragic knight had only just started to cum when she was finished though. When the tremors were at last starting to pass, he pushed into her again with enough force to make her squeak. Then, warmth. Another push of his hips, and that warm started ooze out from their messy connection. He was cumming, and filling her cunt in the process. Not like a Kindred could get pregnant from just having the blush of life going, but god damn she'd long forgotten what this felt like.

Another push. One of her hands reached behind her and rested on his hip, but she dared not move. The fucker had spent so long working her to orgasm, she was still struggling to get some control of her muscles, and in the mean time he was squirting his cum into her and making her mewl with each thrust. Another shove of his hips, harder than the last, earned a small spurt of her own cum to join his trickling down her thigh.

She looked over her shoulder to the big guy, and a smile graced her lips. The man really was a hopeless romantic. He was holding her, nuzzling into her, and his eyes were closed like he was in love. His big arm pulled her close, and she had to admit it certainly would have swept her off her feet, how he held her into the nook of his broad body and slowed his thrusts as his orgasm came and went. He eased into a slow rhythm again, and hell, she had to squeeze down on his cock to help milk him dry. He'd earned it after all, and she grinned with a playful snicker as she pushed her ass against him, squeezed hard enough to hurt, and drew her hips forward to pull out what little cum he had left.

"That is... very tight," he said with a whisper. His face leaned into her neck, and she shivered at the feel of his lips on her skin.

"You are way too good at this. I'm rusty." She pushed her ass back into him. Her ass was great, there was no denying it, big and firm and toned and hard, and she pressed it to his pelvis and squeezed down on his cock yet again. Her antics forced him free of her, and she looked down with a sigh. His cum was leaking out of her and dripping down either side of her thigh. Fuck, she'd missed this.

"Thank you." The big mobster man was hugging her still, and even cuddling into her. She rolled her eyes, but didn't move. That was his quirk after all, he was the tragedy freak who missed life and all its simple pleasures. Didn't mean she couldn't join in for a little while.

"Don't get the wrong idea. This is not some Beauty and the Beast relationship. You are my window to good food and a good fuck. Got it?"

"Got it, Belle."

"Excuse me?" She tried to turn around and give him a good smacking, but the big Ventrue pulled her tight into the spooning hug, and she relented. What was a girl to do? It was comfortable in the nook of his body.

"Sorry. You can play badass Nosferatu all you like, but I like it." His free hand slid down one of her arms until his fingers were dancing on one of her palms, and her huge claws nudged against them.

"Cause you got some screws loose and you're a tragedy freak."

"Maybe. I think it's because I like a woman with some life to her," he said. She had to chuckle at that. "And I think reptiles are beautiful."

"Calling me a reptile?"

"A little bit."