My Little VentrueChapter 53 free porn video

~~Jack~~

There was still plenty of time before sunrise, and Antoinette felt like pampering him a bit more. To the pool they went, but instead of using the pool, they stepped down into the hot tub.

“I’m ... pretty drained, Antoinette,” he said. “Came twice, you know?”

She laughed, and reached out to touch his nose as she stepped into the water. “I am sorry, my love, but I know you drank of both my ghouls only a couple hours ago. I suspect you have much sexual energy left for me to feast upon.”

“I ... I mean, yeah I guess.” There was usually some more give and take in their sex, but tonight, Antoinette wanted to do all the giving. He’d asked if she’d wanted him to do more for her, but she’d insisted she wanted to treat him a thousand times over. He could only resist that sort of temptation for so long.

The water level of the hot tub was set to shallow, so when he sat in one of its seats, the water stopped at his knee, and cut halfway along his thighs, covering his testicles but not reaching up to his shaft. Antoinette got on her knees in the water, smiled up at him as she wet her hair, and pulled the long, soaked, heavy strands of white over her breasts. Wet hair, god he loved wet hair.

“I have opened the door for covenants to begin siring again, my love.” She crawled through the water toward him, put her hands on his knees, and eased his legs apart. “Do you have any kine that you wish to see enter their second lives?”

“Um, n-no, not really. And I’m way too young for that, don’t you think?” Though, it would be an interesting thought, to maybe sire some of his family. Recipe for disaster, but the thought was there nonetheless.

He gulped as he stared down at the tall, busty queen while she crawled in closer, and got snug between his thighs. She had to use her hands to lift her breasts, and set them onto his pelvis, each pressing against his legs with his cock between them. With how close she was, and him leaning back like he was, her stomach brushed up against his testicles, and his cock pointed up from between the two enormous, heavy pillows.

“Far too young. I would not encourage you to consider siring until you were at least twenty years embraced, and preferably fifty, to enter your ancilla years. But, you grow strong, quite quickly my little Ventrue.” While her heavy breasts pressed down on the groove of his leg and pelvis each, weight causing them to mold and fit tight to him, she smiled at him as she got comfortable. So, utterly, huge, that gravity caused them to squish and spread out over his lower abdomen, his inner thighs, and his pelvis, their size burying almost every inch of his cock between them.

“Still think it might be a bit beyond me. And I wouldn’t have a clue on who to sire.” He swallowed again as he watched her, how she got comfortable, and adjusted where her wet hair covered parts of her breasts like a dress. She was leaning very far forward, so her ass was in clear view behind her, and the delicious shape of it swayed as she got cozy against him.

“With time, years, you will find yourself involved in the affairs of kine, and some will impress you. You may find them worthy of the embrace.” She reached up, and set her hands on the sides of his waist, her elbows against the hot tub seat he was on. Her smile never faded as she leaned down, and planted a kiss on the head of his shaft where it poked up between her breasts. Instantly, Jack shivered as the pleasure sparks filled his cock, her lips easing back and forth in a slow, succulent kiss, until they wrapped around the base of his glans.

She had cum with those breasts earlier. Actually orgasmed. His suckling, his massaging, had made her cum from having her breasts and nipples played with. He was going to do that every chance he got from now on, but she wanted to pleasure him right now, keep it one sided. And now that she had him in her grasp, he was perfectly ok with that.

“And y-you?” he said. It was the game she liked to play, to keep talking while they had sex. She was a lot better at it than him.

She lifted her head, and pushed her chest forward a little using her knees and arms to brace herself. Using only the sheer size of her bosom, and how gravity kept it squished to his pelvis and thighs, she gently rocked her body back and forth, and tit-fucked him. Gentle, soft friction, each back and forth motion causing her breasts to lightly caress his cock with their weight and nothing more. Normally she used her hands, or squeezed her arms together, to make the contact much tighter. But tonight, she seemed intent on pampering him with soft, gentle sex.

He was pretty sure the next time they had sex, she’d flip the coin and do something far more dominant, dominatrix, but tonight, gentle was the name of the game, and he was loving it.

“Non, it is not something I have considered as of late. Not since Tony have I sired someone, and it will be quite some time before I decide to again.” She slid her hands down from his waist, and pressed her breasts together with her palms. God, his cock completely disappeared inside the mountains of softness, and he shivered as the skin of her breasts pressed against his swollen, ripe glans. Precum rose to the top, and as the woman softly kneaded her breasts together, more joined it.

Satisfied, she let her breasts go, let gravity again cause their massive size to conform along his pelvis, thighs, lower abdomen, and let the tip of his cock poke out from between them. Her lips found it, and she began to suckle on it once more, head inching back and forth so her lips could caress along its sensitive edge where his glans met the rest of his cock. More pleasure sparks, each causing his inner muscles to flex, and each sending warm tingles through his length until he felt the building waves of warmth underneath his testicles again.

The heat of the water on his testicles, as the busty woman bathed his cock with her breasts, was euphoric.

He didn’t last long. She was right of course, about the belly full of blood; a powerful aphrodisiac when combined with the right stimulus, like a beautiful naked woman rubbing her breasts on your body. His eyes nearly closed, but he forced them to stay open, so he could look into Antoinette’s eyes as she grinned up at him, and raised her head.

She brought her hands back to her breasts, pressed them together, and buried his cock in the softness of her body. The delightful friction of her soft skin rubbing against him, of her breasts hiding and covering his hard girth as it twitched with need, sent more waves of blissful sparks down his length, each earning a hard flex of his inner muscles, and each of them earning a gush of his cum into her cleavage.

“I understand the Invictus plan to promote you,” she said as she kneaded her breasts together around him. “Not that the Invictus deal in a simple employee structure, as you know. But I am sure they will provide you with something, beyond fortune. Perhaps a title?” She didn’t stop, hands tight on her breasts, making sure each gush of his cum was trapped, until it coated her skin and dripped down onto his abs.

“I ... I uh ... maybe?” He squirmed, wriggled a little, and became one with the seat as he collapsed against it while Antoinette continued to milk him, until his cum pooled into her cleavage, and trickled down over the sides of her breasts, and down strands of her wet hair where they traced the contours of her tits.

Only when the final gush of his cum leaked out of him did she ease up her grip. She smiled up at him from her place between his knees, a smile so warm he thought he’d dissolve into the water, melting away. She set her hands back on his waist, elbows to the seat, and began to gently rock her body back and forth, her cum-soaked breasts molding to his pelvis and thighs once more. His cock still stood upright, poking up from the mess of his cum, while trickling drops of the white fluid slid down off of their bodies and into the shallow, hot water beneath.

The feel of his cum being gently massaged onto his cock, post orgasm while everything was still sensitive, forced him to groan, and reach out to set one hand on Antoinette’s shoulder. She turned her head enough to plant a kiss on his hand, before she took his hand in hers, both of them, and set them both on the seat beneath him. She held his hands there, under the water and out of the way, trapped in her grip, as she gently fucked him with her breasts. With both their hands on the hot tub seat, only the weight of her tits provided friction. Gentle, slow, tender breast sex. He was in heaven.

“We should celebrate once it occurs, my love. The Invictus, as always, will be slow to act on such matters. But in about a month or two I presume, you will be honored, and I expect on that night, to celebrate with you.” She leaned down, planted a few kisses on his cock, and some exploring licks too. “Perhaps you should enjoy a night with Julee and Ashley at your mercy? I will be there of course, but I will give you free reign to order them to do whatever you could wish.”

“I ... I admit ... that time the three of you were ... giving me a blowjob at the same time ... pretty amazing.” Three sets of lips, fighting for room on the head of his cock? Felt amazing, and watching Ashley take every opportunity she could to turn it into kissing Julee instead was like watching a boy’s sex dream come true.

“Understandable.” She worked her lips back and forth again, same as before, suction pulling at him and bathing his cock in bliss as her kiss massaged the sensitive skin. “I will leave the choice to you, my love. Anything you wish of them of them.”

“Anything?”

“Ha, anything within reason, but I suspect that will encompass anything you could want.”

So he could make Julee and Ashley do whatever he wanted. Kid in a candy store.

“So ... if I ... wanted one of them to ride me ... facing me ... and you sit behind them, and finger them and Kiss them while I’m inside them?”

She rolled her eyes, chuckled, and resumed the gentle rocking of her body. “Of course.”

“Or ... maybe ... I could lie down, head in your lap again ... and the girls each giving me a blowjob, and—”

“Jack, whatever you wish, they will perform. And I will join them ... to an extent, of course.” She chuckled, that womanly, dominatrix sorta chuckle, a chuckle that told him she’d only entertain requests to a point, before she took control. She did like to do that.

He could tell what she was up to, trying to put some zing back into him, get back that spontaneous, excited spark of his that he knew was suffering as of late. Well, he was a guy after all, and trying out crazy new things in bed was definitely a way to put some spark into him. And to offer him such bliss while currently massaging his cock inside a bed of breasts and his own cum, was catching him when he wasn’t in a mindset to possibly say no, or be surly.

She let go of his hands, but he knew to keep them out of the way; it’s what she wanted. Grinning, she raised her hands up, combed back her hair, and brought her hands down to press against the sides of her breasts. The soft mounds of perfectness were far too large for her hands to fully grasp, and her fingers partially disappeared into them as she squished his cock with them. Layers of his cum rose up from the tight contact, and trickled down the crevice of her tits once more, flowing down to land on his lower abdomen.

She started fucking him in earnest, faster, using his cum as a lubricant before it faded. Each tight squeeze of her breasts on him was heavenly, the cum-soaked skin gripping and massaging his cock, and sending more waves of bliss down the length of it as his glans disappeared into her cleavage.

He came again. So damn fast, but the sight was too intoxicating and alluring to not have him ready to burst just by looking at it. And of course, she was really, really good. His voice turned into pants, quiet groans, and he watched with wide eyes as another gush of his white cum flowed into her cleavage. She adjusted her grip, slowed down her thrusting, and smiled at him as she buried his cock until it vanished between her breasts. The slow, tight, massaging valley of her tits soon overflowed with his cum, and a small pool of it formed against her sternum, held by the slopes of their size. Hot, wet, tingling, he shivered as the pleasure sparks rippled outward from his legs, and flexing inner muscles caused another gush of his cum to spill onto her body. It trickled down over her skin as it overflowed, and lines of white traced along the outside contours of her breasts, to drip into the water.

When he finally finished, little aftershocks working through his insides, Antoinette chuckled, and sat back, heavy breasts falling off of his lap and jiggling against her chest. The shallowness of the water kept her bosom above the surface of it, and she smirked as she looked down at her bosom, and how it was covered in his cum, to the point some lines of the thick liquid were dripping off of the bottom of the heavy, teardrop-shaped mountains.

“Four times in one night,” she said. “I should let you feast of both my pets before our fun more often.”

“I ... yeah, I mean ... damn.” He tried to make eye contact with her, but it was really fucking hard when she was sitting right in front of him, enormous breasts weighing down on her chest, literally dripping of his cum. And he’d cum so fast the second time, the first coating was still there.

“I hope I have helped relax you, so that you may sleep well today.” She ran one of her hands down her chest to one of her breasts, and traced lines through the white cum, drawing circles onto her swollen nipple.

“I’m staying here to sleep until the city’s clear of these hunters, right? I’ll sleep well every day.”

“Good.” She stood up, and walked out of the hot tub. A minute later, she returned, and the water level of the tub started to increase, surface level rising until it reached Jack’s chin. She let herself sink below the surface until the water reached her shoulders, and washed away his fluids before she came back up.

“I have a confession to make,” he said.

“Oh?”

“I ... really, really love the look of wet hair.”

She burst into laughter, almost a giggle, and swam over to sit beside him. “Hardly a secret, my love.” Her arm found him, hooked around his shoulder, and pulled him to her.

He turned his head enough to snuggle into her side, chin near her breast, and sighed. She’d drained him enough that he could go the next five minutes this close to her tits without turning into a sex-hungry maniac. Five minutes he could spend snuggling into her.

They returned to her room, and climbed into bed. Still another thirty minutes until sunrise, but it was thirty minutes to hold each other, snuggle, and actually talk.

“No talk of the plights of Dolareido,” she said. “Talk of normal things, joyful or sorrowful, but of normal things, not of hunters or werewolves or monsters.”

He nodded. “Right, sure, I can do that.”

The two of them were facing each other, Jack in his boxers and Antoinette in a silk nightie, but not a see-through one though, thank god; needed to sleep at some point. She was more lying on her back, and Jack was on his side, his chest pressed to her side, and one arm draped over her stomach. Hers was hooked underneath his neck and was stroking his back. The whole night made him feel like a mix between a woman’s boy toy — no problem with that — and a wounded animal, being nursed back to health by the lovely nurse who found him.

“Been thinking about my family lately,” he said.

“Yes, I can imagine. You are newly embraced, after all.”

“Yeah, I guess. Little things just randomly slip in. I wasn’t very close with my sister, but my mom and I, we ... couldn’t have been more different. We weren’t close, but we weren’t far, either.” His mother was a dumb person, no way around that assessment. Dumb, with a big heart, and with zero desire to analyze reality; he, on the other hand, couldn’t stop analyzing it. “She was an airhead.”

Antoinette laughed, and her hand upon his back rose to find his head. Scratches, fingernails on the scalp, fingertips rubbing the buzzed hair. Euphoric.

“And you were close?”

“A little. Not sure why, we didn’t have a single thing in common. But, I guess my constant complaining and unending attempts to make her do things more efficiently just washed off of her, water on a duck’s back.”

“I am afraid she and I would not get along then. Such types frustrate me.”

“Yeah, she frustrates ... frustrated me too. I’d tell her that too, but she’d shrug and smile, ask me if I wanted some juice, as she was already pouring the glass.” He laughed, and let his head fall, relaxed against the nook of Antoinette’s chest and arm. “After dad died, she didn’t grow bitter or pessimistic, like I did. She got sadder, yeah, and ... and it never really changed. I moved out a few years after that.” Much of what he was saying, he’d already told her, as pure data for a conversation. This time it was different. This time it was him talking about his life because he wanted to share it with the woman he loved.

If she could remember the things that’d happened to her five hundred years ago, he’d love to hear about her life too. But, those long-as-fuck torpors elder vamps liked to take, to keep their blood-lust in check, fucked with their minds, supposedly. Maybe Damien’s records might hold some information about her past? Doubtful, but there could be a hint about something, somewhere. Maybe they’d hold records about Viktor too? More likely, and worth asking about.

“And your sister?”

“Like repelling magnets, her and me. We never got along, but never really argued either. I ... ran into her, not long after my embrace.”

“ ... that is a very dangerous situation to be in, my love. If she—”

“She didn’t. I ... wiped her memory of our encounter.”

“You managed to wipe the memories of a kine, at that age?”

“ ... yeah.” Reached into her mind, broke it, warped it into a new shape, one with a convenient hole where that memory would have been. Probably the first time he noticed he was using the dominate discipline a bit easier than was expected of him.

“I am sorry that you had to do that, my love.” She hugged him, kissed his forehead, his lips, and his nose. “That must have been a painful experience.”

Yeah, it was. But as Antoinette kissed him, he kissed her back, and smiled at her. It was nothing he couldn’t handle, with a little support from his love.

~~Julias~~

“Jennifer Denver,” he said.

“Julias Mire.” Jen offered a small bow, and a big grin. She stepped into his mansion as well, once he motioned for her to enter. “And please, call me Jennifer, or Jen. The Circle cares little for last names. How may I bet at your service?”

“Oh, you work for me now?”

“No, but Jacob does suggest I learn to become friends with Kindred stronger than I, more influential than I. That’s you.”

Perfectly understandable, reasonable, and something he would expect a manipulative snake like Jacob to say. It made him laugh, and he motioned for Jen to follow him. She was wearing a dark business suit, knee-length pencil skirt and an undone jacket, white shirt underneath. It would have been odd with how boring it was, if not for how she had only the single bottom button of the shirt done so it was open, no bra, her sternum and the inner sides of her breasts exposed.

He couldn’t blame Triss for literally copping a feel of the woman; she bled sexual confidence, like a Daeva. Her body was a little softer than Triss’s, similar shape but with a touch less muscle, larger breasts, and no crocodile mouth or snake eyes. Same hair too, raven black down to the jaw, though Jen had half of it combed back behind one ear. Her brown eyes were forever both playful and calculating; reminded him a lot of Jacob.

And that was part of his worry. Jacob played the long game, and it wouldn’t have surprised Julias if Jen was manipulating Triss to get to him, in an effort to control him or sway his actions in some way. Time to test those waters too.

He opened the door to one of the living rooms, and once Jen stepped in, he closed the door behind them.

“Sit, please.” He slid into the chair at a table, folded one leg over the other, and set his hands on the knee, fingers netted together. A pompous pose, like a wealthy PhD involved in a conversation about the latest rendition of a famous play. Bombastic. It served the conversation’s purpose.

She grinned a sly grin, and slipped into the seat across from him. “A truly fancy room, Mire. How many living rooms does this home have?”

“Half a dozen, I think? Still haven’t managed to map the place out, might take a few more months of exploration.”

She chuckled, and he listened, and watched, for the telltale signs of misleads. The inflection was normal, and genuine. The change in direction of her gaze was normal, and genuine. The texture of the sound was normal, and genuine.

“I thought, perhaps, you wanted to talk about the troubles of Dolareido, these hunters that plague us,” she said. “But now, I’m getting the impression this conversation is going to be more personal.”

“Astute of you.”

“Thank you.”

“I wanted to talk about Beatrice.”

“Delightful.”

“You’ve managed to worm your way into her heart, in a strange way.” He watched, and waited, expression casual but every faculty he had available to him digging into the girl’s reaction.

The center of her eyebrow’s raised slightly, and her lips parted a sliver as her smile softened. “ ... really?”

Despite himself, a small smile sneaked its way onto his face as well. She wasn’t just glad to hear what he said, she was touched.

“Yes, your combination of honesty, sexual allure, and genuine interest in being her friend has worked. She may not realize it quite yet, but I can tell, she’d like to involve you in our relationship.”

Jen almost started to shiver, like a young girl excited to go out to a party. “I wasn’t sure she took me seriously. I admit I express my sexuality and enjoy it quite openly and often, and thought maybe it’d dissuade her.”

“If she agrees, we’ll both want you to tone that down. I haven’t talked to her about this yet, but I imagine she’ll want you to not sleep with any Kindred, or join other Kindred in sexual affairs, if you’re going to join us under the sheets.” Jen was a Ventrue after all, and she spoke a language he knew all too well: lawyer speak. Like negotiating a contract, he laid out the rules.

“Ah, poor Othello and Madison. But, yes, that makes sense. Honestly, if Triss really wants me in her bed, I think I’d be against sleeping with Othello and his ghouls or conquests anymore anyway. What about my ghouls though?”

“Yes, Triss tells me you have two ghouls of your own. Sleep with them as you like, they’re yours, and you might not always be there when Triss and I decide to make love. I—”

“Make love.” Jen swooned, and brought a hand to her sternum in a dainty ‘catch me I’m about to faint’ sort of way. “You two are so delicious together.”

Julias smirked, and leaned back, unfolding his legs. “She’s my everything.”

Jen giggled. That deserved assessment, and he blinked once as he looked at the girl. A giggle, from Jen, when the topic came to romance? Like peeling an onion, this girl had layers he had not expected.

“She’s become my best friend, Mire.”

“I’m glad she has someone in her covenant. Far as I know, she wasn’t friends with anyone in the Carthians. Not good friends, anyway.”

“ ... and what of you, Mire?”

“Me? I think you’re an attractive woman, very attractive, Den—Jen. Call me Julias, by the way,” he said, and she grinned playfully as she nodded. “And I greatly appreciate that you are an intelligent person.”

“A shame we never became friends.”

“A shame.”

“Ugh, Julias! That wasn’t your queue to agree, that was your queue to offer ways we could.” She stood up from the chair, and stepped over to stand beside him. “I would be interested to learn your hobbies, your likes and dislikes, and perhaps share with you mine. I’m not looking to become a third wheel or tag-along, Julias.”

“ ... then what are you looking for?” Woman was surprising him every damn second now. Layers.

“I’m not like most girls. I’m not really interested in having a happily-ever-after ending for myself. Not interested in settling down, monogamy, or soul mates, or anything like that. But, to be friends, close friends, best friends, with two people who are? To share the bed of two lovebirds, my friends, as more than just a fling, but as something that will last? Call me weird, but that appeals to me greatly.” She leaned down toward him, and brought in her face until she was only inches from his. “Great writing fuel.”

He tried to smile, but after a while it turned into wonderment, eyes a bit wide and lips lightly parted. “You write?”

“I do. Don’t tell anyone, ok?” She set both her hands onto his shoulders, and slipped onto his lap, both of her legs off to the same side since she was wearing a skirt.

“What’re you doing, Jen?”

“I am ... how would the mighty Mires probably say it ... testing the waters?”

“You don’t need to worry about proving you’re attractive, I—”

“Not about attraction, it’s about connection. Triss is my best friend, but there will be three of us in that bed, and I can say without a doubt, that I would like to form a connection with you, Julias.” One of her hands found one of his, and she guided it to her chest. His fingers found her sternum where her shirt was open, and she smiled down at him from her perch on his lap as she nudged his hand to the side further, and further. Her shirt opened more, and soon his hand found her breast, its size filling his palm, and more.

“You’re going to seduce me to make a connection?”

“No, of course not. But, like I said, I’m not most girls, and how you and I will connect will be a unique experience.” She set her hand upon his where it cupped her breast, and guided it in a circular, massaging motion. Even when not blushing life, Jen’s body was beautiful, and her breast large, skin soft, and he couldn’t help but get drawn into how pleasant it felt in his hand. He also couldn’t stop picturing how alluring a sight it must have been when Triss had her claws on them. “For example, I would love to play poker with you sometime; I can tell you’d be great at it. And I wouldn’t even make it strip poker ... the first time.”

He chuckled, and relaxed. She wanted to be friends with him, a real friend, and not just a set of legs like kine often wanted to be. She wanted more. He had to respect that. Hell, it was exactly what he was hoping for, that this Jennifer Denver wasn’t just looking for a mindless lay; there was a reason he almost never slept with Kindred, after all.

He looked at her breast, and gently nudged his thumb along her nipple, a little larger than Triss’s, with no piercing. It looked amazing, with the open shirt of a great suit nudged aside for him to massage it. And, as Jen lowered her hand back to his shoulder, he did massage it, a little more, and a little more, until the woman made a quiet moan and a small shiver to go with it. Yeah, he couldn’t blame his girlfriend for touching them.

There was no chance in hell he’d ever betray Triss, but he wasn’t about to invite Jen into their bed without seeing her reactions, without looking into her eyes and fishing out any deception, manipulation, or disingenuous desires. Did she really want to be his friend, Triss’s friend, and join them in the bedroom on that level, or was she just a smooth talker looking for a good fuck. The glint in her eye, and the warmth he found there whenever he said Triss’s name, suggested the former.

He set his hand down on his leg. “I’d love to play poker sometime. Maybe for higher stakes, like sexual favors? We’d have to invite Triss ... though, if we did that, I’m pretty sure she’d just be under the table all night, serving the two of us.”

She erupted into more giggles, and slid off his lap as she pulled her shirt back across her breast to hide it once more. “Friends are hard to come by, Julias. I knew I’d like to be yours for many years now, but I didn’t think we’d have anything to talk about, any connection for a bridge to form. Now I realize that was silly, and I’m sure we do, and more than just Triss.” She leaned in again, and put a kiss on his cheek, another on his jawline, and then another on his neck. “Please, give me a call, when you’re ready to get Triss and I in the same room, hopefully on the same bed.”

He pulled out his phone, and pulled up Triss’s number. Thankfully, he knew Triss had already gotten her hands on a new phone. “Call you? I was thinking we’d get her over here right now.”

“Ha, typical man, no patience.”

Julias frowned; a mock frown, but he had a good mock frown, and he lowered the phone.

“No, wait! ... please?” she said.

He smirked at her again, and raised the phone back up as he dialed Triss’s number. Jen could be cute when she wanted, really cute. He couldn’t wait to hear how Triss reacted.