"So, you have come to the Bloodlust to feed, little Ventrue?"
"I, uh ... yes."
"How many times have you fed on the kine?" she said.
Kine? Oh right, humans.
"Just once. It was a ... violent experience."
"You must be hungry then. And nervous." A new smile graced her sharp lips.
"Yes ... my Prince." Embarrassing did not even begin to describe his predicament. He tried to keep his hands on the table in front of him, but he couldn't help but run his fingertips along his buzzed hair again. He really was hungry.
"Julias comes here. Women grow wet at the sound of his voice. He should have been Daeva." She chuckled again and let her hands fall to the table. "You do not have such a commanding presence. His advice to feed here is probably misplaced."
Jack sighed, and nodded. It was a terribly depressing truth, but the small Ventrue didn't exactly bleed the confidence common to his clan. And without the Daeva's natural talents for seduction, wooing women into his arms on a nightly basis wouldn't be easy.
"Ashley. Come sit next to Jack, and let him feed."
"Oooh, yes mistress."
Jack sat upright with a jolt. He looked wide-eyed between the tall Prince beside him, and then to the ghoul who came to sit on his other side. The blonde, with her gentle features and soft smile, did not hesitate to obey her master's orders. Up so close, he could see the subtle lines of her abdominal muscles from her toned, lean stomach. Her top was tight to her body, and while her breasts were tiny, her lithe figure was very appealing. She was small, like Jack.
"Uh ... my Prince, I..."
When he looked to Antoinette, he went rigid at the sight of her sliding closer. She inched her body across the booth until she was touching leg-to-leg with Jack, with her closest arm upon the booth behind him. Her breasts, massive and hugged tight by her dress, were inches from his chest. She was leaning into him.
"Go on. Slowly. Enjoy it. Let her enjoy it."
Jack gulped and looked to the ghoul, Ashley. This one was apparently quite happy to indulge the Prince's commands. He'd imagined Viktor's ghouls as beaten, broken slaves; the blonde kine was nothing like that. Ashley was smiling playfully at Jack even as her breath quickened. She wanted it.
"Julee, I think Jack is unfamiliar with women, as much as feeding."
"I believe you are right mistress," said the other ghoul. She had wandered over at this point, and was leaning over the booth from the other side. Jack was completely surrounded. A deer in headlights.
"Have some fun with him Ashley. He will hold still, won't you Jack?" There was a quiet hint of absolution to her voice, as if the very idea someone like him would disobey her was unfathomable. Frozen, the best he could manage was a small nod.
"Yes mistress." Ashley was almost giddy with excitement. "I never get to get to be ... the one leading." She ran a finger up and down Jack's shirt, across his stomach. "He is a cute little boy isn't he?"
"Yes, very," the Prince added. When Jack turned to look at her in surprise, she gave another wink and put a finger to his lips. Julias had warned him about Daeva, but only now did he recognize how deadly they were. Without threat of violence or risk of danger, he was a puppet to Antoinette's games.
Things could have been worse. A lot worse, he realized, as Ashley nudged her head toward him and put her lips against his neck.
The ghoul's neck was completely exposed. The black shirt she wore was barely more than a tank top, and now that she was snuggling into him, he could see that it was open-back like much of the clothing in the Bloodlust. A single string tied it to her neck, where it then hooked under her arms and tied around her lower back. A fact she was aware of, apparently, as she guided Jack's nearest arm around her and placed his fingers to her naked spine.
The Prince had told him to not move, and he was not going to move. Well, maybe squirm a little.
"The Daeva enjoy a much more ... delightful approach to feeding, when we can." Her finger on his lips moved down, and Antoinette's hand soon found itself on the boy's shaking leg. She pressed it down with a sudden power, and his shaking stopped from the sheer strength of her grip. She was smiling though; there was no anger in her eyes. She was merely enjoying herself.
"You can bite me," Ashley said, her voice barely audible underneath the music, "whenever you want. Please be gentle." She leaned up to his ear and gave it a little nibble. So close, he could smell her, almost hear her heart pumping that warm, thick, delicious blood.
His hands started to move on their own to take her, if only slowly and gently, and hug her to him as his cravings started to rise. She started to shake in his grip, but with excitement instead of fear. Her nipples had grown hard until they were pressing into his chest. One arm was tickling along his back underneath his shirt, and the other was joining Antoinette between his legs. The ghoul's hands were warm, unlike his or Antoinette's, and the heat of them was making his fangs grow.
The dark, red light of the Bloodlust was becoming far too strong a metaphor for his own bloodlust. Unable to ignore his desires anymore, he closed his eyes, and leaned into Ashley's nibbling. His lips found her neck, and she shuddered with anticipation. His fangs were at their full length now, and all it took was just the slightest, tiniest bit of pressure, to gently sink through her skin and into her muscle.
" ... oooh." Ashley moaned into him once the first signs of pain faded.
Holy hell.
Jack could not believe the sensation of it, the power of it. He could literally feel her heartbeat pumping tiny flows of that hot, heavy liquid up from her neck and into his mouth. He didn't have to pierce deep, it didn't take much force at all to gently coax the blood from her lean flesh.
His legs shook for a few seconds, but the elation settled him. He didn't have to pin this person down, or fight them. The beast within was left to sleep while he got to enjoy the pleasure of it. It was inhuman. The thirst, the cravings quenched felt so amazing that it left him relaxing into Ashley's neck. Once the initial cravings were subdued, all that was left was basking in the bliss of that sweet, sweet liquid trickling down into his cold body.
"He's ... gentle," Ashley said. She was mewling quietly into his ear, and her body was relaxing into his as much as he into her. Her muscles shuddered every so often, a little jerk that surprised him. She was enjoying herself far more than he'd anticipated.
Without breaking the kiss, he looked up and over to Antoinette, who was now leaning in so close as to nearly be touching noses with him. Her red eyes were gorgeous.
Even with the Prince so close, Jack couldn't help but get pulled back into his Kiss with the ghoul. The ballerina was pressing harder against him, and her moans had grown only more erotic. He could feel the buzz of her vocal cords within her neck as he drank more, and more of her blood into his corpse. That warm liquid coating his insides was making him tingle, like a slow, easing orgasm.
No wonder Kindred enjoyed this so much. Jack couldn't help but give a small smile into Ashley's neck as he looked back up to Antoinette. That's what she was doing. She wanted to see him enjoy himself. Was it because she was so ancient? Had such things become boring to her? He couldn't see how. This lithe, sexy little creature was grinding against him, mewling into him, begging for him to continue, and the way each squirt of blood felt splashing against his tongue and going down his throat? He had no idea, just no idea how good this could feel.
"You may want to stop," Antoinette said. "If you keep drinking, she'll pass out. Anymore, she'll die."
With reluctance, Jack slowly lifted his head and turned his sights to Ashley. Her eyes were closed and weight rested to his shoulder. Her breathing was shallow, more like panting little moans, and her hand drifted up and down his stomach underneath his shirt with teasing fingertips. She had clearly enjoyed herself, even as drops of blood rose to the puncture marks still on her neck.
"Lick the bite to heal the wound." Antoinette gave his leg a reassuring nudge.
Right, Julias had mentioned that. Not that he'd need encouraging, with more blood leaking from the ballerina's neck. He put his lips to her delicate skin, and with an almost loving touch, licked the blood off of her and let his tongue press to the holes. He could feel her wounds closing underneath his touch, as inhuman as his own blood lust.
"I ... like this one," Ashley said. She was almost asleep, and had a big smile on her face. She rolled off of him and went lax beside him in the booth, apparently too weak to stand up.
"I do too." The Prince brought her hand from Jack's leg to his neck and ran one of her long claws up and down his cheek playfully. He was still shaking a little from the strange, overwhelming joy of the feeding, so new to him. The toying touch of an ancient, deadly queen on his face was the strangestspice to what might as well had been the best orgasm of his life.