"Sorry," he said, and took another sip of his blood, "I can't help it. I'm neck deep in all these political games playing out for decades to come. I don't know how Viktor does it, or Maria or Michael, but ... I just get sick of it all. The Danse is fucking horrible."
" ... you're fucking right it is." Her anger fell away, and she laughed. She had to. Ventrue live and breathe for the Danse Macabre. They came to it naturally. But this one was sick of it? She had to laugh.
She walked over to him, and wrapped her claws around his wrist. When he blinked at her, she lowered his wrist until he put the glass down on the counter, and she tugged at him.
"What are—"
"Shut the fuck up." She pulled him toward the stairway. Yes, the fucker's apartment had a second floor, and she was sure his master bedroom would be up there. What kind of bed she wondered? She licked at her crocodile teeth as she envisioned it, no doubt some fancy memory foam mattress with silk sheets if Julias's stereotypical tastes were predictable enough.
Bingo. His king-sized bed was layered in black silk. The walls were still white, and this time there was a single painting of a beautiful, pale woman with long black hair and a see-through white dress, wet with rain and laying across a seat of Victorian style.
"You sleep with this thing on the wall, looking at you?"
"I find the image soothing. She seems like a quiet soul."
"You mean a miserable soul. Look you fucked-in-the-head dumbass, if your unlife sucks so much, then you make a god damn change to make it suck a little less. You think I really wanted to go out tonight? I'd rather sit in my apartment in the god damn dirt and dust and watch TV, or eat some some worthless fuck off the streets, then risk someone freaking out over how I looked at the Bloodlust. I came out cause I saw an opportunity for a god damn change."
Her grip tightened and she threw him onto the bed. Literally. None of that whimpy shit. She was Nosferatu, and she was a hell of a lot stronger than him. The bed thankfully did not break. Julias on the other hand looked shocked as all hell, and she chuckled at him again as she approached.
"And you know what? That was the first time I'd fed on someone who wasn't resisting me or unconscious. Ever. And as much as I hated that bimbo bitch ... thank you for that." She climbed onto the bed, and straddled the poor, idiot Ventrue the same way she had when she'd fed him in her catacombs."Now we're going to do thing number two I haven't done since being embraced."
She really had no clue how they'd gotten to this point. She never had any intention of sleeping with Julias, but now she was straddling the man on his bed. His attraction to her had been a window of opportunity, but now it was going straight up to fucking.
She could use a good fuck. Twenty years celibate was not fun, even as an undead.
She blushed for him. The blush of life brought color to her skin again, got her old dead heart beating again, and even got her to salivate again. She licked at the little bit of wetness that formed on one of her massive teeth along her cheek.
"Now you, my tragic knight, are going to do exactly as I say for the night. Got it?"
"I, uh ... yes ma'am."
Heh, ma'am. She chuckled, reached down, and slid off her tank top without hesitation. The Ventrue's eyes opened wide at her body, but she saw the spark of intrigue and arousal in his gaze. Her mouth may have looked like it belonged on some monster in a horror movie, but she had the body of a fucking amazon warrior. She reached down with both hands and cupped her perky breasts, and even plucked on her pierced nipples for him.
"Blush," she said.
Julias did as ordered. Ordering a Ventrue around was a first, and she grew giddy with the power of it. She knew the bastard, much older than she, had the powers to turn her into a mindless puppet, but she was confident she had the position to rip him in half if he tried anything. And honestly, she didn't expect him to try anything.
His blush of life brought a nice tone to him, a little darker than she expected. He had blonde hair combed back over his head, like some mobster from the 40's, but she had to admit it worked on him. That was it! He looked like some kind of young king of the mobsters from the 40's. That was driving her nuts.
She already felt his erection poking against her ass, and immediately her body responded. It'd been so damn fucking long, her nipples were already growing to points.
"You, sir knight, are a god damn bastard. How much did this suit cost?" The look of shock on his face was priceless when she motioned to slice it up, but she didn't. Instead, she put her hands against his chest, and started to slide off his jacket. He helped — it's hard to get a jacket off when lying down — and she tossed it aside. Her claws found the buttons of his shirt, and with great dexterity, she undid them one at a time.
"Thank you. It cost ... a lot."
"Of course it did. Got to look good in the mobster world." She spread open his shirt, and let out a quiet moan of satisfaction. He was a man after all, not some whiny little girl like he sounded. His chest was chiseled and wide, muscles defined, shoulders broad, and a bit-but-not-too-much chest hair. Perfect. Her claws roamed over his hard muscles, but she did not remove the unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders. More interesting to leave it on, as it framed his abs. He wasn't super ripped like her, but his stomach was flat and hard, and she put her hands against it. Mmm, firm.
"What would you have me do?"
"Shhh. No talking," she said, and Julias smiled and closed his mouth. Good, he was getting the game.
She shifted back and put her hands to his belt. When was the last time she'd done this? Undressing a man, the pop of the belt buckle, sliding it off and out and tossing it to the floor? She'd been a sexual animal when she was alive, and she could feel the old hunger coming back to her. Her claws tugged at his pants and underwear, and she slid them both down to his knees in a single motion. She had to reach behind her to continue, and get them over his boots. Fuck, the boots. She undid those too, and pulled it all off, even his fucking socks. Nosferatu didn't get laid often, and she wasn't going to spoil this by rushing it.
Once she turned around again, she sat straddling his knees, and Julias smiled to her from across the bed with his hands hooked behind his head. He had a nice, big back with wide lats, but her eyes lasted only a second before drawing to his member.
"Is this why you're such a slut?" She hovered over his member, and took a second to examine it. He was circumcised, and his girth was surprisingly thick. And long. There were veins running around it in interesting patterns, and she ran the smooth side of one of her claws up and down them. "I admit, you got a huge dick."
He looked about to say something, but he remembered his orders, and closed his mouth again. He just smiled, and she rolled her eyes.
"Shame to lose it." She took her right hand to its base, and wrapped around its warm, hard girth. Damn that feeling of a cock in her hand. With a wicked grin, she aimed it straight up, opened her mouth wide so all her teeth were on full display, and moved to bite down on his dick. Julias sat up with a startle, but relaxed when she didn't bite down.
"Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. I find the first guy who don't mind a crocodile mouth and I'm going to bite his dick off." She rolled her eyes again, and lay across his leg. She was still wearing her jeans, but being topless was fun. Her hand remained around his cock, and she squeezed it gently with experimentation. The shark smile was only inches away from his cock as her head was by his hips, and yet his erection remained. He really did like her smile.
She stopped to take a moment to enjoy the situation. The man really was a hunk, a bastard Invictus and a Ventrue at that, but that didn't change he was a hunk. Her claws were wrapped around his cock — fuck he was big — and it only grew harder at her touch. She gave it a slow stroke with a tender squeeze, just enough to feel its texture comply to her hands, and pushed it forward so it lay across his abs, before she brought it back to stand. His pubic hair was short and trimmed, proper and neat, just like a typical Invictus.
She liked it.
The Nosferatu picked herself up and stood over the Ventrue. She grinned down at him, knowing full well grinning made her look like a demon from hell, and started to undo her jeans. They came off easily, and panties too, so she was standing stark naked over the man. Her claws reached down and found another piercing, a little ring that pierced the hood of her clitoris, and she plucked at it softly. It bounced against her clit and sent tingling sparks up through her pelvis and down her thighs. Fuck she was horny.
"I expect the mighty slut knight to know how to use his tongue. He better. I've got a lot of years to make up for." She didn't really wait to see his response, but already started to get down onto her knees and spread herself over his head. One of her hands had to press to the wall for balance, but her other found his head, and her long claws wrapped around his skull while her knees worked further and further out.
Finally, she eased her pussy onto his lips. The shivering started immediately, and she let out a sultry moan that surprised her when she felt her juices spread over his face. Christ it had been forever. She looked down to him, but his eyes were closed. Good, she didn't want him to see how deliriously aroused she already was. It was all over her face, she could tell, as all it took was a single lick from the large man to make her eyes roll upward.