My Little Ventrue Pt. 03 Ch. 04.5

To see the mistress relax so was... amazing. She never did that with her and Julee, but the woman's body had gone completely limp along the blankets, and more of her delicious, sultry moans escaped her. And as Ashley pushed up against her insides in slow, gentle strokes, Antoinette started to shiver.

She was cumming. Ashley had barely done anything with her fingers, only probed up against her insides a few times, and the mistress was already cumming. Juices dripped between Ashley's fingers, and Antoinette continued to quiver as her cunt clamped down on her fingers.

Ashley raised her head and looked at Jack. The boy kept his mouth on Antoinette's nipples, but he'd stopped suckling during her climax, and he tilted his head enough to look at Ashley as Antoinette shuddered a few more times. Before long, Jack started to suckle on the Prince again, and the woman smiled as he did, eyes still closed. Antoinette raised her hand behind Ashley, and guided her head back to her nipple before letting her arm go limp along Ashley's back.

She wanted more.

Ashley resumed her suckling, and got a little rougher, licking with a little more force, pulling her mistress's whole nipple and areola into her mouth and bathing it in hungry suckles. Right about now would normally be when Antoinette would pin Ashley down, finger her, Kiss her, and tuck her in goodnight. But the Prince was too busy unwinding, keeping her legs spread while Ashley fingered her instead, and let the two small people suckle on her huge breasts.

Jack's hand drifted down the mistress's belly, and down her smooth mons to find her clitoris. The Prince tensed for a second, and relaxed once again as the boy began to gently massage the nub in the way the Prince had taught him. Slowly, gently, trapping it between index and middle finger and massaging it in a consistent rhythm. Ashley had to share room with him between the mistress's legs; totally hot, two people fighting for the space to get her off. The ghoul giggled into the mistress's nipple, and started to press up against her g-spot yet again. Like Jack's touch, she kept it slow, gentle, and focused more on the woman's breast instead.

Both she and Jack snuggled into the woman's sides, and started to suckle harder. Their fingers between the woman's thighs remained gentle and tender, but their kisses and licks grew rougher. They buried their faces into the massive, soft pillows, nudged their noses into them, and pulled the mistress's areola into their mouths with suckles hard enough to make her shiver.

Antoinette's hands cradled both of their heads once again, as her muscles clamped down on Ashley's fingers. Her juices trickled down over the ghoul's knuckles, and soaked the sheets as Ashley pressed up against her insides. The beautiful mistress shivered, even squirmed a little, all so very unlike the mistress, but she let out low groan and arched her back as her orgasm worked up and down her body. The mistress knew how to milk her own pleasure — half a millennium gave a lot of practice — and she squeezed down in rhythm with their fingers, until her juices were dripping off of Ashley's hand.

God damn she was soaked. At last she and Jack stopped, and Ashley sat up to stare down at her mistress. She looked totally relaxed, totally in the moment, leaning back on her mountain of pillows, melting into her bed and shivering with her climax. Her huge breasts jiggled every so often as a tiny tremble worked through her body, and Ashley and Jack both stared at how the heavy breasts weighed down on Antoinette's chest.

"Ok ok my turn!" Ashley hopped up onto her feet and pointed at Jack. "Jack, you lie down on the mistress!"

"Oh, I see what she plans," Antoinette said, grinning up at her. "Let me move for a moment." Still grinning her devil's grin, the mistress pushed herself up a bit so she was sitting almost completely upright against the bed's headboard, pillows moved aside. It was perfect for scooping up Jack, laying him down upon her stomach and between her legs, and setting his head between her breasts, him on his back and facing up toward Ashley.

"Yes!" Ashley, giggling and blushing and almost jumping up and down, got down on her knees straddling Jack's thighs. Such a glorious display, handsome little Jack lying between Antoinette's legs, with his head and shoulders propped up on stomach with her sitting and leaning back position. Perfect for Ashley to watch the two of them at the same time.

If she did a good job pleasuring Jack, that made the mistress super happy. And making her super happy made Ashley super happy. And horny. Seeing the mistress grin and smile at her with satisfied eyes was such a rush, such a thrill even after all these years. And seeing her hug Jack's torso and trace his abs with her fingernails while watching Ashley, was too damn arousing.

Ashley shifted forward a little, and set the small lips of her pussy along the base of Jack's cock. Still a little wet with Julee's cum, and now, renewed wetness from Ashley. Cause she was wet, damn wet after watching Julee squirt her brains out, and feeling the mistress cum around Ashley's fingers. Wet and horny and very much looking forward to indulging. Jack had drunk two people before even coming over, and then half again on Julee; perfect for a good, proper, long bout of fucking with her.

Giggling, she slid her cunt forward until her wet lips nudged along the boy's swollen glans. He moaned. That look on his face, of bliss, of relaxation, of euphoria, no wonder Antoinette loved to pleasure him so much. The little blond ghoul felt her whole body warm and a thrill run up her spine as her simple act of rubbing her lips along the engorged head of his cock made him moan again. The boy had some sort of magic power that had seduced the mistress, despite their claims that it was Antoinette who had seduced him. And Ashley could feel the effects of such magic every time she looked at the boy's pleasure-laden face. She wanted to pleasure him, to see him squirm and wriggle, so she could hear more of those soft sounds and watch his eyes roll upward as they closed.

She reached down, took his wet cock into her hands, and slid it into her awaiting insides. The spread of her clenching muscles along warm, hard flesh had her moaning too, and she wiggled her hips the whole way down. Half cause that's how Antoinette liked to do, half cause it felt wonderful to stir her insides with his cock.

"... god damn," Jack said, and his hands settled on her legs and hips. "You really are beautiful."

Oh! Compliments! She giggled and leaned in, putting her hands on his chest and above where the mistress was still tracing his abs. A quick glance to the Prince showed that Antoinette was not jealous of Jack's attention toward Ashley; if anything, her grin suggested she wanted to encourage it.

"You're beautiful too!" She quivered as she pushed her hips forward a little, rubbing her clitoris against his body, while her hands slid up to press onto his shoulders. "You have a great body Jack. Reminds me of the boys in my gymnastics. Except even better. Mmmmm abs." Her fingers found his abs and joined the mistress in caressing them, tracing them. "Hope you don't mind a little sexual objectifying. Just... love... abs." She dug her fingers into them a bit, her thumbs especially, and Jack flexed them in reflex.

"I uh... I'm cool with that."

"Good!" More giggling, even from Antoinette, though hers were deeper, more sultry, more sexy. Ashley sounded like a squirrel when she giggled. But Jack didn't seem to mind, and his smile remained as his hands held onto her waist. Like him she was a lean thing, and gymnastics and dancing kept her from getting soft. She had abs too! Not like Jack's, hers were more subtle, but she could tell Jack was staring at them as much as the rest of her. And as his eyes roamed her body, she shivered; real magic eyes.

God damn she loved to ride him. She continued shifting her hips and ass back and forth, and angled them down so she could grind her clit on his body. Much as she was already horny as a bunny, she didn't want to end this too quickly, so she kept to a slow motion with zero up and down movement. Didn't want Jack cumming for a while.

"... fuck," he said, staring at her movement, eyes wide.

"Ashley my dear." Antoinette chuckled, and reached out to put a hand on Ashley's shoulder; easy for her to reach with Ashley still leaning forward and touching Jack's torso. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

Ashley froze. "N-No!" Careful, careful, don't get the mistress upset.

But Antoinette laughed again, and pat her ghoul's cheek lightly. "My precious, enjoy yourself. I am happy to see you being so seductive. Perhaps you can dance for my love? You are a lovely dancer." More compliments!

The mistress did not have the edge Ashley was accustomed to, that hint of anger, a subtle pinch of jealousy and protectiveness. She really was getting soft. A good thing, or a bad thing? Ashley didn't know. Jack was softening her, and that made Ashley a little worried. Just a little. It mostly made her super fucking happy! Antoinette may have lost a little of her dangerous side, a little of her tiger eyes, but they were still there, just buffered by Jack's touch. And since Jack was currently lying between the mistress's legs and breasts, it made Antoinette particularly soft. Perfect for Ashley to take advantage of. Muahaha.

Ashley sat up straight again, and beamed with pride. She did know how to dance, dirty naughty dances; she'd been practicing.

She put her hands on her hips, and started to sway. It was a dance the mistress had taught her; not that she didn't know how to sway her hips, but to do it during sex was a different beast. The goal was to put on a sexual display, to drive the man wild with the sight of you accenting all the curves of the female body, while at the same time providing only minimal stimulation for the man's cock inside you, but plenty to your clitoris and insides with the angles of your grinding.

She'd practiced on dildos and toys with Antoinette to guide her, but she wasn't prepared for the effect it'd have on Jack. Antoinette had done the dance for him before, and every time it not only resulted in pleasure for the mistress, it melted Jack into a puddle, desperate for his own release but unable to achieve it. And sure enough, as Jack's eyes settled on her stomach, her waist and hips, she saw the look of complete, utter surrender on his face. He melted onto Antoinette's body, and his grip on Ashley's hips went limp until his hands fell to the blankets. He was mesmerized.

Holy fucking god that was hot.

Ashley raised her hands higher and let them drift outward, riding the slow, gentle waves of an invisible beat. They came up to her head, and she combed her blond hair back as her elbows came up, and then her hands went higher, over her head, all in dance where her body moved like a ribbon. Waves, it was all about moving in a wave from the top to the bottom, and as the wave came down her body pulled in then came out in a roll as her hips followed, abs crunching with every weave, each motion rubbing her lips and clit all over Jack's body.

Jack was almost drooling. "... holy... fucking... god that's hot."

She almost broke the dance when she started giggling. She'd thought the same thing!

Seeing the boy melt because of her was intoxicating, and addicting. Her muscles clamped down, and she sighed joy as the heat between her thighs grew; and the wetness. This wasn't just fun, it was blissful. Rubbing her bits all over the boy while he stared at her like she was some sort of goddess, it was too good. Everything was getting tingly and sending pleasure sparks through her pelvis, into her chest, and down into her legs. His cock fit so nicely inside her, and she could feel it shift with her as she moved, pressing against her clenching muscles.

Antoinette held out her hands for her. Oh, oh, fun! Ashley took her mistress's hands, and held onto them as she continued her dance. Back and forth, side to side, she leaned forward a little more to make sure she was feeling it all along her swollen clit. The mistress chuckled and guided her hands back down to hold onto Jack's shoulders.

Ashley took a good grip of the boy's nice shoulders, and started to move faster. A lot faster. At a certain point it stopped being a dance and started being her trying to get off. No up or down motion, just pure grind, and she could feel her juices soaking where her lips rubbed against the man underneath her. So sweet, delicious, shifting back and forth faster and faster like building a fire between her legs, desperate to build the embers.

She came, and she grinned down at Jack as she did. Release, oh god release, the clenching muscles, uncontrollable spasms inside her that gripped and milked at Jack's cock, while she trembled on him. Half the pleasure was seeing his face, how he groaned as she clenched his cock like a vise. The other half was the waves of pleasure working up and down through her body, to her curling toes and up into her chest. More of her juices joined their connection, and when she looked down, she mewled at the sight of her lips soaked. Jack was just as smooth as her, and she reached down to touch where her juices were coating the base of his cock. It was only a small orgasm, and she wanted more, now.

"Ok, ok, more!" Still trembly and shaky, she turned around. Jack groaned audibly; she didn't bother getting up to turn around. Half the fun was the challenge of keeping him inside in the motion. Silly, fun. Once she was straddling him in reverse, she put her hands on her ass and looked over her shoulders at the boy trapped underneath her. "You almost always have sex with the Prince facing her! Women have asses too ya know." And to emphasize, she lifted up on the meat of her ass, spread it, squeezed it together, and leaned forward between his legs, ass rising to expose where the boy's cock was penetrating her.

"S-Sorry! You have an amazing ass." Jack, nodding, grinning — he was getting the game now — reached out and gripped her glutes where they met the small of her back and around the tail bone. "A beautiful, amazing, toned little butt."

She frowned and slapped his knee. "It's not little!" To prove it, she raised her hips a few inches, and slammed her herself back down onto him. A good, hard fuck. It was enough to make her ass shake a bit in Jack's hands, and earn some groans from him from the sudden fucking, wet flesh sounds and all.

"Right! Sorry, not little. Just very toned, firm, very tight."

"Hehe, I know!" She giggled, but mewls and whimpers were mixing into her laughter as she started to move her ass up and down. Like Antoinette taught her, she squeezed on Jack's cock in rhythm with her motions, and after a few strokes, sank all the way to take him to the hilt, and wiggle around a few times. Good opportunity to show off her perfect ballerina ass. And fuck it felt good, squeezing her muscles on him nice and tight as his hard cock filled her.

Jack's hands again kneaded the buns of her butt, and she giggled between her groans as she bounced on him. She looked over her shoulder again, both to eat up more of Jack's pleasure-filled expressions, but also to gauge the mistress. But Antoinette looked quite happy, and her eyes were locked onto where Ashley's lips were spread around Jack's cock. That alone, seeing the Prince so enraptured by what Ashley was doing, was making Ashley shiver with excitement.

She bounced on Jack a few more times. Nope, wrong angle. She leaned forward a bit. Still not right. She leaned back, far back, until she had to put her hands on Jack's chest for support as she almost fell backward. But right there, with her almost falling back onto his chest, the angle put his cock against the front wall of her pussy, and she groaned like Jack did. Perfect, just perfect, feeling the hardness of his girth pressing toward her abdomen. Hit those spots she wanted just right.

She did not have the patience of Antoinette, not at all. The mistress could make this last, make it take half an hour of constant dancing, but Ashley could not. All she could think about for the moment, was cumming again, and she started to bounce on Jack in that perfect, delicious way that pushed his cock toward the front of her. The bed started to shake a little from how her light body managed to get a good, hard fucking rhythm. Jack and the Prince were often tender and gentle with each other; Ashley wanted some bounce!

After a couple more minutes of bouncing on his cock, she heard the boy start to cum. Felt it too, as he started to push up to meet her with his own thrusts; small, but very welcome. His groans, quiet but so very arousing, made her squeeze and clench on him extra hard, just so she could hear him groan louder. And push herself over the edge.

Her legs started to tremble, spasm, and her hands slipped out from underneath her. Almost about to fall onto his face, but Jack caught her, and gently lowered her down so she could lay on his chest. She set her head into the groove of his neck and shoulder, and quivered as her insides convulsed. That delicious, tingling warmth, right into the toes, into her chest, robbing her of breath and making each attempt nothing more than a squeaky pant. Her cunt squeezed on the boy inside her until she felt his cum dripping from her tiny folds, all joining her own. Quivering, smiling, and panting as the pleasure waves moved up and down through her.

She liked being in control of it, like the Prince did.

Once the pleasure settled, she opened her eyes and looked up. Antoinette smiled down at her and set her hands on Ashley's chest to lightly tease and caress her breasts. Delightful tingles to go with the aftershocks of orgasm.

"You do realize, my precious, that I must give Julee the option of revenge?" Mistress said.

"Bah, what's she gonna do? Worst punishment idea she could come up with is a firm spanking." Which was hardly a punishment. Jack laughed; probably reading her mind.

Ashley sat up and looked over at Julee beside them on the bed. Girl was fast asleep, complete coma style. So cute.

Sitting up didn't last long. Mistress took her by the shoulders and pulled her back down.

"You, my little pet, need to learn patience, and to enjoy the moment. You and Jack have both climaxed. A perfect opportunity to lie down, and bask in each other's pleasure."

She wasn't on board with the idea. Didn't like to cuddle all romantic-like. But as the mistress began to touch her forehead, her lips, her neck, her ears, and comb her hair, Jack started to play with her breasts. And like he did with Antoinette before, the boy caressed their undersides, their contours, tickled along her swollen areola, offered tiny, gentle pinches of her nipples, and cupped them ever so softly. Gentle little tinglies worked through her breasts into her chest, and before long, she felt her body embrace the pleasure.

She melted. Ok, maybe some cuddly post-sex stuff could feel good too.

A few minutes went by, and she realized something: Jack was still hard. She looked over her shoulder at him, and made a tiny gasp sound as the man flipped her over.

"W-What the... You can't be serious."

"Sorry," he said, "just... lot of blood, really... really feeling it." He lifted her like she was a feather, and set her down on her stomach to replace him as the one between Antoinette's breasts and legs.

"But this wasn't part of the plan!"

"Ah, ma petite." Mistress grinned down at her, and slid out her hands to run them down along Ashley's back and arms. "It is a Ventrue's prerogative to take control when they feel the need."

Kindred politics, in the bedroom! Not the plan. She frowned over at Jack, and tried to sit up, but the man put a hand to her back and pushed her back down until she was hugging the Prince, cheek between her breasts, hands against the blankets around her sides.