My Little Ventrue Pt. 03 Ch. 04.5

"You two have a spark in you," she said. "If I may ask, are you two artists?"

"We are, we are!" Ashley leaned forward and set her hands on her bouncing knees. "I write a lot, romance sorta stuff. Julee writes music, and paints. We also do dancing stuff, and sometimes gymnastics!"

"Delightful." Her eyes scanned them up and down a few times, but they lingered on Julee for a little longer. One of her eyebrows raised inquisitively before the Pale Lady let her eyes drift with thought. "You two have passion."

"Y-Yes," Ashley said. She looked over at Julee too, but her friend was looking down, squirming. The Pale Lady's look must have stirred something in her. "We both really like what we do. Julee's trying to learn how to sing too. But she's a quiet songbird, hasn't found her wings yet."

"Ashley!" Julee blushed and wriggled, like a worm on a hook. "I... I uh..."

"Do not worry, Julee," the Pale Lady said, "from one musician to another, I would not ask you to perform without planning for it. Such demands can be cruel, even from supportive friends."

Oh damn, that was a really elegant way of calling Ashley mean.

"S-Sorry," Ashley said.

Julee shook her head and smiled at her though, both of them. "It's ok."

"We may all be perhaps somewhat tense. Here." The beautiful woman got up, and retrieved a bottle of wine from the cabinet. "To loosen our tongues and our legs."

Ashley snorted on the laughter that jumped out of her. "Um, sure! But uh, you sure you want a couple of university students getting drunk? We have a tendency to... I dunno, get rowdy." Wow, no idea the Pale Lady could be this fun, or make jokes.

The Pale Lady smirked. "All the better."

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"Ok, ok." Ashley leaned in toward the Pale Lady. Antoinette was her name apparently—French! So pretty. "Ok, I have a confession. This... mmmay not be the first time I've been drunk... this week."

The three of them were sitting on the same couch now, Antoinette at one end, Julee at the other, Ashley in the middle. Even drunk, Julee was a quiet little butterfly, but at least she smiled a lot instead of being shy, more eye contact and more giggles.

"You are university students," Antoinette said, "and artists as well. I expect some adventurousness from women your age."

Adventurousness! Yes, awesome. "Yeah! Total adventurers. We do crazy things, like... well, we came here!"

"Oui. Imagine my surprise that a few younger people were in my audience." The beautiful, busty, gorgeous, crazy hot woman smiled down at them, and slipped an arm behind Ashley to set it on the couch's back. Slick and suave.

"We do more than try out new things like this though!" Ashley took another long, long sip of her drink, and elbowed Julee almost hard enough for her friend to drop her glass. "Julee here poses for an art class! In some very skimpy clothing."

"Shh... you're yelling."

"I am not!" Maybe she was. "Julee and I both do gymnastics, so sometimes we're asked to do poses. I got bored, but Julee, I think she likes it, everyone staring at her beautiful body."

"Ashley!" Her friend frowned at her, but it faded quick as alcohol overpowered it with more smiles and giggling. Followed by more drinking of course.

"You two are delectable," Antoinette said. "Your boyfriends must be quite enamored."

"Psshaw. I'm single, Julee's single. I mean we keep each other company in bed sometimes, but no boys in our lives yet. Ever. Sad!" She threw up her spare hand and lamented to the cruel universe. "We're going to die virgins."

"Ashley!" Like a parrot Julee was. "TMI."

"It is ok, Julee. I find this all very endearing. And besides, you have had sex with each other, you are virgins no longer, despite what some may say." Antoinette grinned down at the two of them, and dragged a finger along her lip in that slow, obviously seductive way. Wait, was she seducing them? God Ashley hoped she was. The Pale Lady was so fucking pretty. "And I am sure that, when you are ready and if you desire them, bountiful sex and fulfilling relationships with men will be yours."

"Easy for you to say!" Ashley downed another glass, and started pouring another. The Pale Lady wasn't having any though. Weird. "You're so beautiful and curvy. You could have any man or woman right now if you wanted. And those boobs! Are... are they real?" She leaned in, and stared at the enormous sweater-puppies filling Antoinette's lovely dress. The tiny straps, lack of sleeves, formfitting bust, it all accented her breasts perfectly.

"Ashley! I think you've had enough." Julee reached out for her drink, but missed, despite Ashley making no attempts to dodge.

"Me? Pffft you're falling over in your seat."

"You're the one hitting on our host!"

"You're the one—"

"Girls, girls, believe me, your honesty and joyfulness are a wonder and delight." Her chuckles were sultry, and her gaze almost predatory. "But, yes, my breasts are real you silly imp." The goddess lowered her gaze, eyes wandering, considering, before she looked back to the two girls. "Perhaps, you would like to confirm?"

"...w-what?" they said together.

"Would you like to see for yourself?" The gorgeous woman didn't even blush with her words. Instead, the arm she had draped over the back of the couch slid down to find Ashley's hair, and the curvy woman combed it with her fingers before her palm settled on Ashley's shoulder. Touching her, the woman was touching her.

Ashley looked over at Julee. Her friend was staring at the two of them, dumbfounded. Good, it wasn't just Ashley confused as fuck then. Confused, surprised, and very, very tempted.

"I uh... I know I'm drunk, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you're trying to seduce me."

"Oh, you wish that I would not?"

"No! No no. God no." She drank some more, set the glass down, and turned on the couch to stare whole body at the beautiful woman. Julee copied her, even leaned over her shoulder a bit to join in the staring. "Just... d-didn't think you'd be interested in a couple of girls like us. Or girls in general."

"Quite interested. And quite hungry." She licked her perfect lips, and turned to expose her back. "Please, unzip me."

Ashley gulped, and reached out for the zipper. It moved out of the way and she missed. She tried again. It moved. Everything was moving, just a little, just enough to make it hard to aim her hands. Not her first time getting drunk, but it wasn't just that. It was her pounding heart and her flush cheeks and panting breath and everything hitting her at once that was making it so very hard to concentrate. And that back, oh god the glorious back of the beautiful goddess. No bra; that'd clash with the perfect dress and its tiny straps.

She started to unzip it. Slowly, cause that's about the only way she could do it steadily. But damn the zipper went down far, and far, until it passed the small of Antoinette's back and exposed the waistband of what was, evidently, very pretty lace underwear, black.

The tall, voluptuous goddess stood up, took her shoulder straps into her hands, and pulled them down as she also leaned forward to let the dress fall from her torso. With her fingers, she pinched on the waist, and pulled it down over her hips, and further until the dress fell to her feet.

Both the young women on the couch watched her with wide eyes and dropped jaws as Antoinette stood there, naked but for her underwear that hugged her curvy figure so amazingly, Ashley could feel her body respond just staring at her. She was so tall, and the hourglass figure was almost inhuman.

The goddess turned around, and smiled down at the two girls. "Please, make room."

Fucking god yes. Ashley slid over, and almost started to bounce as she waited for Antoinette to sit. She did, slowly, emphasizing each motion, making her long hair pour down her back, making her ridiculously huge, alabaster breasts hang beneath her for the moment she bent over slightly before her large, smooth butt hit the couch.

Ashley was so going to write some erotica about this, the moment she got home.

"It has been some time since I have enjoyed the touch of another." Again she looked at them, red gaze and red lips devouring them. She said she was hungry, and she looked it. "Touch me, if you wish."

Touch her if she wished? Fuck she wanted to. Yeap, going for it. Alcohol be my guide.

Ashley gulped again, and reached out for the naked goddess next to her. Her fingers found the woman's breasts, and offered some gentle squeezing, including a little lift and nudge to see them jiggle a little. So fucking real. So fucking soft, and heavy, and fucking huge.

Chuckling, Antoinette hooked both her arms on the couch's back, and smiled down at the two helplessly enamored women. Julee had reached out as well, and started caressing the woman's nearest breast, just as awestruck. Drunk Julee was fun Julee.

"You two remind me of boys," she said, devious and seductive smile never leaving, "to be so brazen, and captivated." Ok, so it might have been a little objectifying, and maybe a little boyish to obsess over breasts like they were, but how could she not? "I feel embarrassed, being the only one so exposed. Come, undress for me."

Oh god oh god oh god. Those red eyes were peering into her soul! Or something cheesy and romantic and sexual she'd have to write about later. But, damn, looking into those red eyes, Ashley couldn't stop herself from getting up, and starting to undress. Julee stared at her too, until Ashley frowned at her friend.

"Get up here too!"

Julee squeaked, but joined her, and the two girls started working on each other's dresses. Though, as they began to slip the fabrics from their shoulders, Ashley kept glancing at the Pale Lady watching them. Being under her gaze was sending all sorts of thrills and tingly feelings through her body, getting her hot, wet; no doubt accelerated by being drunk, but those eyes! Those dangerous, hungry eyes were eating the two girls up like a dragon.

The woman licked her lips, and her teeth plucked at them in that super sexy, hot, oh-god-melting way. "I will drink of both of you tonight."

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~~Today~~

"What're you gonna do this time?" Ashley said.

Julee shrugged, and rolled around a few times on Antoinette's bed. "I dunno."

"You never know! Come on, you gotta have something you wanna try."

"I... I don't know. You know me, I like doing whatever the mistress wants."

"Yeah but she's letting us pick!" Ashley crawled on the bed toward her friend, and flopped down on top of her once Julee was on her stomach. Her friend squeaked, but surrendered quickly, as usual.

"I don't like picking. I like letting her pick. I like letting Jack pick."

Ashley rolled her eyes and straddled Julee's back, weight on her knees, facing Julee's feet. The two of them were wearing some silk boy shorts and some tight little tank tops. Lots of bubblegum candy sort of colors, blues and pinks and purples. The two of them enjoyed pairing colors off of each other, and Antoinette liked it when they did.

Ashley put her hands on Julee's butt cheeks, and gave each of them a gentle slap. It didn't jiggle much; the two of them were thin, lean things, after all. But, it did jiggle a little, with the small-but-toned shape of a small, fit girl's butt. And she did love that butt, so she slapped it again, a little harder.

Julee groaned and kicked the bed a few times with her feet. "Hey, stop."

"So I'm thinking, I'm riding Jack cowgirl style, and Antoinette can be standing in front of me, and I'm going to lick her and finger her while Jack is fucking me, and—"

"You're being ridiculous. That position wouldn't work, and it wouldn't be easy or fun if it did anyway." Julee twisted underneath Ashley until she managed to roll over onto her back, Ashley still straddling her hips.

"You're right, you're right. Got to think about this logistically. There are three girls and one boy. Already we're at the issue of... well, he's a guy, he can't go as long as we can." Even if they gave him blood, eventually Jack would succumb to sexual exhaustion trying to satisfy three women.

"Unless they decide to drink us dry at the start," Julee said.

"Not gonna lie, I'd be ok with that too." Cause having Jack inside her when his fangs pierced her neck was a whole new level of bliss that had her quivering just thinking about it. Didn't matter how many times she had sex during the Kiss, it was always a shock. "But it's nice to try out new things."

"Where are they anyway? Mistress said to wait here for her."

"Been waiting fifteen minutes, calm down," Ashley said. She peeked over her shoulder to find Julee frowning, and she laughed before lying down on her friend, back to Julee's chest. "... you ever wonder if Mistress will... you know."

"... change us?"

"Yeah. She said that, someday, she might do that. If we really wanted her to."

"Lot of negatives with becoming a Kindred." Julee hugged her and pat her bare belly a few times. The tank tops were barely more than bras and didn't cover any of their stomachs. "No sun for one."

"No more getting Kissed by Mistress or Jack."

"But, we'd be vampires. Immortal. And we could be the ones Kissing humans instead."

"We're already immortal, as long as we keep getting Kindred blood."

Julee shook her head. "You know that stops the moment we stop getting blood. If we were vampires, we could take any human's blood, and live... live forever."

Wait, when did the conversation flip?

"You sure you don't want it?" Ashley said.

"I... no, not yet at least. I like working on my music, my stuff, you know? If we're Kindred, we can't just have fun anymore, we'd have to... be a part of their world, in a real way. The sort of way that... has things like Damien at our door... with his goons."

Yeah, that had not been a good time. Not a good time at all.

"Not sure I want to be part of that world either." But, at the same time, being Antoinette's ghouls, awesome as it was, was a dead end. No need to say it, Julee knew; Antoinette had told them about the Kindred world not long after they became ghouls, and the potential for them to join it. And that while they were ghouls, she'd protect them from all things, and they'd be free to live lives pursuing their interests.

But once they were Kindred, the rules would change. They'd be subject to all the harsh realities Kindred faced. And maybe worst of all, they'd no longer be Antoinette's pets. No more nights with Antoinette, no more cuddling into her arms and pretending all the problems Kindred had didn't exist. She doubted Antoinette would ever share Jack with another vampire.

She laughed and shook her head. The worries of a ghoul. She had all the time in the world, literally, to make her choice. And that was even assuming Antoinette ever gave it to them. They'd become Kindred, young and easy targets for other Kindred to exploit, trick, and manipulate. Like Jack.

Ashley giggled again as she thought of the man. Lately he'd been hunting more on his own, coming to join them with more blood in his belly, instead of getting it from them. Meant he didn't have to drink from them as much, which meant more time spent having sex, which was always awesome.

Speak of the devil. Antoinette and Jack came down to the stairs, side by side, both in suits. Jack looked so adorable in his suit, a cross between manly and charming. Mistress on the other hand looked like a modern day queen in her gray power suit, long skirt, low-heel shoes, and a white shirt underneath. Ashley and Julee never wore business clothes, way too uncomfortable, and way too not-what-an-artist-would-ever-wear sorta stuff. She had her pride as a writer to think about.

"I am sorry we are late, my pets," Mistress said. "Jack and I were discussing manners upon which Kindred can hunt. My love is becoming quite the seducer."

Ashley blinked, looked at Julee, and blinked a few more times before she sat up on her knees on the bed.

"Um, you're teaching him to seduce people, Mistress?"

"Only so that he may feed when he wishes, when he requires nourishment. Jack shares his bed with no one but myself, and my precious ghouls." Mistress walked over to the wall, and hung up her jacket on a dragon hook. "Do not worry, I believe I promised you both that tonight, you would be in charge of the bed, yes?" Antoinette laughed, a lovely, angelic sound, before she started undoing the zipper of her skirt and slid it off.

"Y-Yes!" Ashley bounced on the bed a few times, until the bouncing made her drift into Julee and knock her onto her side. "Yes, and I have lots of ideas."

"That is good." Mistress nodded, and undid the buttons of her shirt, which always grabbed everyone's attention. Her black bra was huge; it had to be to contain her bosom. "Jack fed on two kine tonight. I do believe he is quite satisfied for blood, and aching to indulge in the touch of a woman."

"Two?" Julee said, and they looked to Jack. The man squirmed and shifted around, little smiles coming through.

Once upon a time, Ashley thought maybe his shy attitude had been a facade, but she soon discovered the boy was both shy and intelligent. And blunt, when outside the bedroom. A certain personality she knew had a brutal side; she'd seen such types at university, and when they got truly upset, their words destroyed people.

But in the bedroom, he was a timid thing. Slowly but surely, he was growing more confident in his sexual side, and every night Ashley and Julee spent with him, they could see more of it. Still mostly timid though.

Ashley grinned. Human blood was quite an aphrodisiac for Kindred when they let it, so if Jack was filled to the rim, they could have some fun with him, and perhaps coax a little more of his sexual beast out of its shell.

She hopped off the bed and jogged over to Antoinette, before standing up on her toes to lean in and whisper.

"I don't think Julee wants to decide things in the bedroom."

"Yes, I expected as much. And you?" Mistress whispered back, grinning a sly little devil grin. The ancient Daeva was more than willing to indulge Ashley her silly games, and she adored her mistress for it.

"Maybe... you could drink her, but not too much. And when she's super exhausted but still awake, Jack can pound her rough. Really rough." Rough stuff. They rarely engaged in the rough-and-tumble sort of sex; Antoinette preferred a slower pace, and Julee was too submissive to challenge it. Not Ashley though! Nope, fuck that, she wanted to see the sheets move and the bed shake tonight.

Antoinette's grin remained, and she pat Ashley on the shoulder before sliding off her pantyhose. Oh, those long long alabaster legs, thick and toned and curvy and smooth. And the Prince wore black underwear that bordered somewhere between work clothes, and sexy lace with a high hip, almost a thong. Such was the way of Daeva, to always look pretty, even if it was uncomfortable to wear all night.

The Prince walked to the bed, sat upon its edge, and motioned to Ashley.

"Ashley will be in charge tonight."

Julee squeaked. "She will?"

"Indeed."Antoinette reached out to pat Julee's leg, and smiled her benevolent goddess smile. No need to say that she knew Julee didn't want to be in charge; they'd known each other a long time. "Jack, please disrobe completely, blush for us, and come sit in the center of the bed."

Little Jack — well, little for a guy — nodded, excited smile sneaking its way onto his face, before he started undressing. This was a pretty normal part of the routine, the girls watching him as he got naked, and then watching him as he blushed.

Such an attractive little man, Jack Terry. Ashley and Julee had been dancers and gymnasts when they became ghouls, and they kept up their physical activity to maintain their lean, agile bodies. Jack's body was similar, if more defined with muscle, abs, a beautiful iliac furrow on his hips, and pleasantly strong shoulders on his small frame. She'd worked with male gymnasts of a similar shape, though they typically stood three or four or twelve inches taller than the tiny Ventrue.