My Little Ventrue Pt 02 Ch 09

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~~Beatrice~~

The ball didn't last long after that. Antoinette left, and she took Jack with her. The poor kid looked pretty scared as the most powerful Kindred in the city dragged him off with a firm grip hand-in-hand. He'd looked Julias's way, with 'she's angry' printed on his face. Julias gave a small wave, and Beatrice did too, but hers was far more teasing. She had no idea what Antoinette did when she was upset, and Jack probably didn't either, but he was going to find out.

"Fuck man. Just... fuck." Beatrice was leaning over the railing next to white knight. "So much for peace."

Julias nodded. "Quite the gamble of Lucas."

"Yeah. I wonder what the fuck he thought was going to happen?"

"Maybe catch Antoinette on a good day?"

They both managed a nervous chuckle, but Beatrice knew there was more to it than what they had observed. Lucas was up to something, her nightly exploits had discovered that. Hell, this whole visit by Lucas and his 'flock' seemed really out of place too.

But it wasn't her problem. Lucas probably had his eyes on the Prince, not her. And the Prince could take care of herself. More importantly, Julias kept giving glances, complete with juvenile smirks while those eyes of his kept falling to her ass.

"Hey. So, should we go?" Beatrice said. The word love was ringing in her head, another secret in her pocket.

"Mm? Yeah sure, let's."

He took her arm, she took his, and they walked down the stairs into the atmosphere of unknown. People didn't care about either of them anymore, they cared about what hell Lucas had just unleashed on himself. And she kind of liked that. She could just hold arms with her man and no one gave a shit anymore.

Julias gave a shit, apparently. He walked a little faster, and a little faster, and she had to almost jog to keep up once they were outside.

"We in a rush?" she said.

He looked over his shoulder at her. Those eyes of his were hungry, starving even. He took them around a corner, away from the crowd of leaving Kindred and wandering kine. The living who were watching the coming-and-going crowd talked with wild confusion. Who were all these people and why would they attend such a short party?

But with the way Julias was pulling on her, she was pretty fucking happy the party ended short. When was the last time she'd run off with a guy after a party -- not a ball of course, but a real party with booze and open-minded people -- to go home for a good fuck? It made her smile.

But they didn't get home. Julias took her down one of the alleys, pristine and clean because everything was in this neighborhood, pinned her against the wall, and pressed his body against her.

"Blush for me," he said.

Oh wow. He'd literally pinned her against the wall, hands about her wrists, body against hers, and his voice had grown dark. He was so much taller than her, wide shoulders burying her, and his hands were huge against hers. Tall, dark, handsome. Since when did her Superman have a dark side?

She blushed. One moment, she was a lifeless husk of pale skin and cold bones, the next her skin was warm, her lungs breathed air, and her color returned. And her body was on fire.

He blushed too, and she found herself pushing her body against him a little.

"Hey," she said, and smiled up at him from behind her veil. "You uh... you're being awfully aggressive." She was stronger than him, at least in a pure physical strength sense. It wasn't like she couldn't push him off, but look in his eyes was animal. No way she was going to douse that fire.

"Seeing you stand up to everyone like that? Show off to everyone like that?" He pushed his body closer to hers until she had practically vanished from sight underneath him. "A lot of eyes were on you. A lot of eyes wanted to fuck you."

Had they? She knew Joe was startled by her makeup and stuff, and definitely had a look of lust on him. But a lot of eyes? "I didn't... I know I saw you staring at me, but you're a freak."

"A lot of eyes," he said again, and he let go of her wrists. His hands moved lower, and she put her claws on his forearms while those hands reached behind her to cup her ass with tight, squeezing fingers. He was kneading the meat of her ass, digging the fingers into her, prying apart and pushing cheeks together like a young school boy who didn't know what he was doing, just driven by sheer arousal.

And she really liked how Mr. Perfect's composure was thrown to the wind by her. Antoinette had guessed it perfectly; that bitch was too damn smart.

His hands went further down, and then Julias was lowering himself down her. A moment later he was on his knees. Superman on his knees, in a dark alley, with his hands sneaking under her long skirt and lifting it higher, and higher. Holy fuck.

"Hey what're you doing? Someone will see."

"Let them see."

It was dark, and she was still wearing her face veil. No kine would be able to see her extra teeth in the black. Julias knew it, and the man had every intention of taking advantage of it apparently. Her skirt was up to her hips in no time, her back against the wall.

"Where'd you get these?" he said, and he hooked his fingers around her panties. Before she could say anything, he'd slipped them off. She was forced to step out of them as he brought them to her feet.

"I... um...."

They were black lace panties, bikini style with the extra straps that went over the hips. Completely unpractical, and definitely what your typical rich slut wore when she wanted to seduce businessmen. And she really liked them.

Julias pocketed them, but he kept her skirt up. "You kept this on." He leaned in then, and gave the piercing in her clit hood a light kiss.

Fuck fuck fuck. Just the sensation of his breath on her clit was enough to send sparks up her spine, and he didn't stop there. His lips were on her and he wasn't wasting time. Normally he would go excruciatingly slow, warm her up, work her and build her up before he even touched the good stuff. But right now she was already worked up and more than willing to have a quickie in the alley. She was just so damn surprised it was her man doing the pushing.

A second later, tongue. His tongue found her folds and spread her open before running up to stroke her clit. He didn't take long with that either. She had her hands in his blonde hair, her claws circling his head, and just held on while the man buried her pussy in kisses. His one hand kept her skirt up to her hip, and the other stroked up and down her thigh.

And those fingers of his were already getting wet. Her juices were starting to drip down the inside of her legs, to the point she was embarrassed. All he had to do was touch her these days and she'd get wet if she was blushing life, but tonight she was a soaking wet mess.

Those fingers of his found her cunt, and he sank them up into her while he lifted his lips up further to suckle on her clit. That's when she started mewling.

"Hey what's.... oh my."

A couple. She'd heard them coming, but it took everything she had to even glance their way instead of staring down at the man between her legs.

"Julias... some... kine are...."

"Honey? What's... um...." The husband. Beatrice could see the subtle twinkle of a ring on his finger, and the woman's.

A couple in their early thirties, wearing nice clothes and nice perfume and nice cologne. Beatrice could smell just the touch of it mixed with alcohol.

"Julias, come on, they're -- nng!" Her man didn't stop. He only started to finger her harder, until the noise of sloshing flesh was audible. They could probably hear every splash of her juices on Julias's palm.

She looked at them. They looked at her. They couldn't see much, in all the dark, but they could certainly see her silhouette, and the man eating her out.

And they just kept looking at each other. The two kine were tipsy, and from the way they touched hips, held hands, and looked between each other, were quite aroused themselves. Perhaps they too had come to the alley for a quicky, or were just on their way home for a good fuck. But she could smell the arousal on them, growing. The woman's nipples were hard against her dress, and the man's dick was hard against his pants.

As much as she wanted to look down at the big guy opening her up and making her squeak, she couldn't look away from the two kine staring at her. They weren't going away. Maybe they were waiting for her to say something? Maybe they were just shocked. But the two of them just stood there with quickening heartbeats.

She motioned for them to come closer.

They were hesitant, but they did come closer. The woman was a curvy blonde creature, short with large breasts, wearing a black dress with a plunging neck. Her husband was a black man with very short hair, stubble, and the sort of glasses a powerful lawyer might wear. He didn't have the shoulder span or height of Julias, but he looked fucking delicious.

And both of them were licking their lips watching her.

Julias managed a quick peak at the onlookers, but she put both her hands on his head again and turned him to face her. Don't stop. He grinned up at her, and fingered her faster, harder, hard enough to hurt. His tongue pressed harder and harder, until that was painful too, but the man knew what she liked. Sometimes she liked it soft, and slow, and lovey dovey and all that crap. And other times, like right the fuck now, she wanted those fingers slapping against her g-spot hard enough to make her body shake against the wall.

"She's wearing a veil. That's so exotic," the wife said.

For a split moment, Beatrice almost panicked that they could see her. But the veil hid her teeth and the darkness did too. She was free to just indulge in a set of eyes watching her.

"Yeah, I... damn." The man was staring right at her. Like, right at her. The woman was looking a lot at everything, at Julias between her spread legs and at the dress Beatrice was wearing and at the way Julias was making her move and mewl, but the man was just staring at her eyes.

She looked right back at him with her snake eyes, and came.

Julias had to grip her ass and thigh hard with his other hand just to keep her from falling. His lips finally let go of her clit but he only fingered her harder, hard enough that her clit hood piercing bounced against her swollen flesh while more of her juices leaked out of her. More moans forced their way out of her, and she had to brace her claws to the wall behind her to keep from falling.

"Julias, wait... wait.... please."

Finally, the man stopped, and he looked up to her with a tilted head. He managed a small smirk at the two humans watching, but his eyes were drawn back to her.

"Hey," he said, "you want to try something?"

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~~Julias~~

It was the most luxurious bathroom in his mansion. A moderately large room, with candles on the walls -- all lit now -- in bronze candle holders. The floor was hardwood, cabinets and dressers rested against the wall in many numbers, covered in even more towels, oils, and all sorts of things a Kindred would not need. A kine on the other hand would consider it a paradise of pampering.

The tub in the center of the room was equally impressive. Large, long, with an old style faucet on the side out of the way. And now that he thought about it, Viktor probably had this exact circumstance many times. A couple of kine, naked, under the spell of his dominate discipline and ready to give their blood the moment he asked for it. But he didn't ask for it yet, and instead just laid there in the tub with his arms hooked over edge.

"Valerie. Jonathan."

"Yes master?" they said in unison.

They looked happy, excited even. Whenever he looked in a different direction, he could tell they were sneaking touches on each others bodies, and he could not blame them. Valerie was a short, curvy blonde creature with teardrop, heavy breasts and swollen, large nipples. She would frequently have her hand around Jonathan's member, and her husband would sneak kisses onto the tiny woman's neck. He was a bit skinny, but certainly nothing unhealthy. A lean man with a bit of muscle to make it look sexy.

He met their eyes. They met his. They were under his control, but unlike his sire Viktor, his control would be gentle; he had no desire to crush them and reduce them to mindless pawns. Instead he would bend their minds and memories only enough that they would enjoy the night with gusto, and then forget all about it tomorrow.

"Please," he said, and motioned for them to step closer to the side of the huge tub, "wait to start touching each other. It would be rude to Miss Damor."

"Fucking eh!"

Beatrice stepped into the room, completely naked. In the light of the room, and with her standing around naked, Julias got to take a long look at her tattoos. He did absolutely love how fit and lean her body was, with muscle and thick legs. Better yet, he loved how that large snake tattoo coiled around her stomach, her abs, and up her body before it coiled one of her breasts and bit into her nipple. He had traced that snake many times.

Both the kine whistled, Beatrice practically glowed with pride; it must have been the first time a kine had ever admired her with her face exposed. It was part of the reason Julias had made her this offer.

"Like what you see?" she said, and she plucked at her pert breasts with her claws. She'd put on some of her piercings again, not all of them, but a lot of them. In particular, she'd put on a nipple chain, which she seemed rather fond of, and she plucked at the heavy thing so it made her breasts bounce for a moment with its shaking weight.

Valerie took a step around the tub toward her. "Wow... you're so fit!"

"Anything to say about my teeth?" Beatrice reached up and plucked at her huge crocodile teeth that she had where a normal person's cheeks would be.

The husband stepped up behind his wife. "Terrifying... but strangely hot."

Julias couldn't help but laugh; the man had guts. He'd nailed Beatrice perfectly, but his tongue might land him in hot water with his vicious girlfriend. She laughed though, and walked to the nude couple.

Then she put one of her clawed hands on Valerie's breast, gave it a gentle squeeze, and did the same thing with her other hand around Jon's cock. The two of them went rigid for a moment, maybe a little scared of the deadly creature, but Julias's mind control made sure they were both acclimated to the scary claws and teeth of a Nosferatu. Instead of panicking or running, the two of them squirmed a little, obviously aroused, and did nothing to remove her hands.

Beatriced looked at Julias, and smiled the most playful smile, like a kid with a new toy. Like a kid with a new Christmas toy, on the magic of Christmas morning, was probably the better comparison. It occurred to Julias that not only was this the first time she'd ever shown her teeth to a human, but also the first time she'd ever engaged in sexual fun like this with a human. It was something Julias had taken for granted so long ago, but Beatrice had lost the option when she was embraced.

She really was a kid on Christmas morning with her new toys. It made him a little sad that the Nosferatu had been denied one of the very few pleasures Kindred normally had: to do with kine whatever sexual whim came to them. But it also made him happy he could give it to her.

Beatrice walked over to the tub, leaned over it, and dangled her nipple chain in front of Julias so it touched his chest hair. "Thanks."

He winked at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Hey," she said, and motioned for the two kine to come near. "Come here, get down on your knees, and eat me out."

The married couple were more than happy to oblige. They got behind her, Beatrice spread her legs while still leaning over the tub, and a moment later two humans were on their knees between her thighs. Julias took a glance over her arm to see that delicious toned ass of hers, and from the angle, he could tell Valerie was licking her ass and Jon was licking her pussy. So blatantly erotic, but Beatrice just kept leaning over the tub and smiling at him, even as the telltale signs of arousal crept onto her face again.

"Enjoying yourself?" Julias said.

"Fucking... yes I am." She leaned in closer, and touched her lips to his. "They're... so warm. I can smell their blood, and... feel their warmth. Christ." She lowered her head then, set it to rest on his shoulder, and the further arm reached down to grab his cock through the water. Her claws, large and sharp, wrapped his girth and guided it into her softer palm and fingers, before she started to stroke it in slow, deep movements.

Her grip was a little shaky, what with two people devouring everything between her legs, but she made it work. He had both hands free though, and he raised one to cup her nearest breast. He was already getting hard, and the feeling of her pert breast filling his palm, along with the heavy chain dangling over the palm's side, was speeding the process even more.

And there was the look in her snake eyes, that look of sexual bliss. God he loved to watch her when those green snake eyes with their vertical black slits raised in pleasure. She squeezed him harder, and for a moment he was worried she'd slip and cut him open, but the Nosferatu was an expert with those claws. No harm, no foul, she kept stroking him and squeezing him and letting out quiet moans in front of him until he was so hard he'd thought he'd burst.

"Valerie... that lube over there... prepare my man. Jon, prepare me."

"Yes mistress," they both said.

The look of glee on Beatrice's face was so precious, Julias almost laughed. But, better to just smile at her, and savor the expression.

Both kine came back with bottles of lube. It was rather expensive stuff, silicone based and made for working under water. Val stood next to him, and waited with a huge blush on her cheeks. She was staring down through the water at his naked form, and how Beatrice was still stroking him.

Julias stood up, and Val groaned. She filled her palms with the thick liquid, reached out, and grabbed his girth with both hands when Beatrice let go. The Ventrue grinned down at his victim, and reached out to put an arm around her. The short woman shivered, and smiled up at him with that delirious look of overwhelming arousal. She exchanged a quick grin with her husband before she started to spread the lube onto his cock. And when she was done, she didn't stop.

"Hey you, you better not... fucking.... nng." Beatrice gripped the tub with both hands and let her head sink. Her ass was in the air, legs spread, and Jon was scooping his fingers into her. She must have guided him a moment before, because from what Julias could see, Jon was working the lubricant into her ass.

Valerie pouted but let go. "Sorry Mistress, he's just so... big. I want to squeeze him."

"Heh, I know right? But hands off." She brought the backside of a claw down on Val's hands like a gentle punishment.

Beatrice was warming up to having her own servants like it was second nature. All the things that Julias did but had lost a taste for, Beatrice was doing for him. When he had finally moved on from having to leave his wife behind a century ago, it had been a slow, tortured walk back into a sex life. And he never really embraced using his powers to indulge in it. Beatrice, on the other hand, was eating it up.

She really had that spark.

"You, back in the tub," she said, and pointed down.

Julias grinned at her, but did as she said. The lubricant held against water well. And the tub was deep, very deep, so deep it went up to his chest with him leaning back against its curved edge. It was a tub designed to sit in while someone else washed you. But Beatrice had other things in mind.