Chapter 157

~~Beatrice~~

The war was over. Jacob laughed when he told her that. Told her it was temporary, because the Carthians and the Invictus and ‘Churchies’ always eventually got in each other’s face and business. Tale as old as time, he said. But either way, for the moment, there was a truce, and that meant people could breathe easy; dumb metaphor considering vampires.

Triss and Jen were at the cave when Sam showed up, and she smiled and waved at them before she slipped into Jacob’s alcove. They hadn’t started working on crafting a body for her daughter yet, but they had scouted for potential people to kill. They’d brought Sam on those trips, too. Sam hadn’t liked that, but at the same time, exposing some of the horrible shit kine got up to settled her guilt, a little. Some kine really had it coming.

Ugh, Julias would not agree with that. He’d have counter arguments and shit, and most frustratingly, they’d be good ones.

Killing humans was a shitty thing to do, and Triss didn’t exactly like that it came easier to her than other vampires. Probably part of the reason Jacob took her under his wing. Probably part of the reason she got on the whole witch wavelength so easily. It wouldn’t be easy for Samantha, but the woman insisted on being part of the process. Best Triss could do was make it as easy as possible for Sam, and hopefully avoid scarring the woman for the next hundred years.

“I worry about her,” Triss said. Jen and her sat up in Jen’s alcove, a half dozen feet above the ground floor of the cave.

“So do I.”

“Elen’s still kicking. Last Jacob checked, he thinks she’ll be good for longer than we thought. More than long enough to get her daughter a body.”

“And when Elen’s mind goes?”

Triss shrugged. “She’ll still be alive? Jacob thinks whatever magics she’s powering will keep. No brain, but a pulsing, beating pile of flesh. And if we lose her somehow, we have her book, and her knife. We’re witches, right? Maybe we can put something together, a ritual or talisman, to keep her shit running.” Last thing she wanted was her Julias body to die because Elen’s magic stopped.

“New goal?”

“Eh, not yet. Strike when the iron’s hot, right? Or some other bullshit analogy. Let’s get Mary a body, and then we can worry about preserving Julias. Not like we’ll need to worry about Mary’s.”

“Assuming we can put Mary in the new body.”

“Black Blood says there’s something in the book to help with that. Mary can’t just hop into the body; that’d be possession and temporary, according to him. To actually put the soul into the body and bind it is different.”

Jen sighed and shook her head. “Binding souls to empty bodies. You know, four years ago, the biggest thing I worried about was staying out of Tony’s way, and which ghouls I wanted.”

Laughing, Triss slipped an arm over Jen’s shoulder. The two of them were sitting, leaned up against the cave wall with some blankets behind them, reading stuff. Triss was a moron, and didn’t do much reading in the past. That fucking changed when Jacob put a bunch of ancient tomes in her lap and told her to read them so she didn’t get herself killed doing some ancient ritual wrong. Lots of stories about people dying in weird, mysterious circumstances. Some of them were straight up horror stories, with people’s hearts exploding inside their chest, or eyes melting inside their skull.

The Circle had their own books, but were pretty damn secretive about them, Dracul-level secret. And according to Jacob, they didn’t like writing shit down in general. Word of mouth, stories told and not written, that was the way of the Circle of the Crone.

She still hadn’t told Jacob the details about the vision, about when the Crone and the motherfucking moon had had a chat with her. Maybe she would some day, but not now, not yet. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, but she didn’t trust him, not completely anyway. Same for Black Blood.

“I’m hungry,” Triss said.

“My boys aren’t here. Want to go hunting?”

“Sure. I wanna go talk to Jack, too.”

“Uh ... hi,” Triss said, and she damn well knew she had one eyebrow raised right up to her hair. “Thought you had someone to answer the door for you.”

Jack squirmed, wearing the sort of rich, royal red robe a dude would wear, a hundred years ago, after getting laid. All that was missing was a pipe.

“Uh, Veronica’s indisposed.”

“That she is,” the Prince said from the top of the stairs.

Triss and Jen both looked up, and gulped. The white-haired bitch was so, so, so fucking hot. Wearing only a purple silk robe, and barely wearing it at that considering how loose she’d tied it, she looked like some sort of goddess of sex and power. Which had probably been her intent, when she did whatever she did, to give herself the crazy features, and the crazy huge tits.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to go hunting,” Triss said. “Been a while since we’ve done that.”

“Oh. Um...”

“The lord of the manor has recently fed,” Antoinette said, grinning.

“I can see that,” Jen said, and she winked at Jack. “Has your harem grown?”

“It’s not a harem!”

“Of course not,” Jen said in a motherly, dismissing tone, which of course had Jack frowning and fuming.

Triss snorted on a chuckle. “Dude, you’re a Ventrue. Embrace it.”

“Uh huh. Um, Antoinette, did you—”

“I would prefer to spend the night together, you and I, my love.”

Jack shrugged and nodded toward Triss. “You heard the lady.”

“But,” the Prince continued, “I would like to speak to Beatrice privately. If you do not mind, my love.”

She did? Well, sure, probably to talk about Jacob, Samantha, and the nasty shit Triss was up to that Antoinette had to know something about.

“Yeah. Let us in.” Triss folded her arms across her chest and gave the little punk her best angry face.

He rolled his eyes as he motioned for them to come in. They did.

“You can’t run a mansion without servants,” Jen said. “And you are a vampire, and a Ventrue. You might as well make those servants a harem.”

“He will,” the Prince said as she walked down the stairs. And of course she made damn sure to sway those big hips under her tiny waist as she did. Just like Othello, the girl couldn’t help but flaunt her body with every motion. Jen did that, but it was something she actively did. She had to think about it and make the conscious effort to show off her body as she walked around. Daeva though, they did it as easily as kine breathed, and just as subconsciously. They couldn’t not do it.

And Triss was just as susceptible to looking at them as anyone else. Antoinette was hot, freaky hot, too hot in a weird kinda way. Super tall, white hair, red eyes, and utterly ludicrous tits? Yeah, it was actually hard to not look at her, and get pretty damn intimidated. Sure, dudes liked Jessica Rabbit, but there was a limit. Well, whatever, Jack liked it apparently. And if people could look past Triss’s crocodile teeth, or even find them oddly appealing, then there was damn sure a lot of people who were into girls as tall as giants with the white hair, red eyes, and tits each bigger than their head.

And Big Tits wanted to talk to her.

“Come Beatrice,” the Prince said once she got down to them. Hell, even barefoot she walked like she was on a fashion runway. “Let us leave the two Ventrue to discuss Ventrue interests.”

“Harems,” Jennifer nodded, and she grinned at Jack as she stepped in beside him. Jack inched away, but she inched after him.

Jen had balls to tease Jack with the Prince right there. But knowing Jen, it’d be her dream come true to be the subject of some angry sex from Antoinette.

Of course the Prince just laughed, and motioned for Triss to follow her down the halls of the mansion. She did, and she took a moment every so often to admire how damn pretty it all was. Yeah sure, Viktor’s taste had been hilarious cliche for Dolareido, but all the royal reds, the golds and woods, it made every wall, every bench, every fucking window god damn gorgeous. And when the Prince took Triss into a private room, she got hit with the same sense of wonder.

And then memory. And then sadness. She’d been in this room before, with Julias.

“I—oh. I am sorry, dear Beatrice.”

“Sorry?”

“Do not attempt to deceive me, Beatrice. I can see the pain in your eyes. For a single moment, I had forgotten that you frequented this mansion to be with your love.”

Triss looked away. Wearing her emotions on her face in front of a Daeva was dumb, but it wasn’t like she had a good poker face to begin with. Which made the whole conversation pretty damn dangerous for Triss. She couldn’t lie, not well, especially not to the Prince.

“Lot of painful memories here, yeah.”

“But you came of your own volition?”

“Didn’t plan to hang out. Like I said, just wanted to take Jack out hunting.”

The Prince smiled down at her as she sat in a luxurious chair, red and gold. “I am happy to know you are still friends with the boy.”

“It was a bit rough at first.” Triss sat down on the couch across from the seat, and did her best to ignore the memory of the time she’d fucked and cuddled Julias on it. “Even blamed him, for a little while. But my head calmed down eventually.” She pointed at her temple for a second. “And moved past it.”

“It will be a cold day in Hell, young Nosferatu, when someone can simply move past losing someone they loved with such fervor.”

Triss looked away again. God damn it, she didn’t come here for this.

“It’s a work in progress.”

“Jennifer has helped you with that, I assume.”

“She has. But I didn’t come here to talk about Julias, or my shit, Prince.”

“Indeed, but I am asking nonetheless.” She said it in her Prince voice, her ‘do what I fucking tell you to do’ voice, solid and flat, without a hint of anger or anything.

Triss frowned at her. “Yeah, Jen and me are pretty damn close.”

“And close with Samantha.”

“I—that what this is about? Your childe? You asking me if I’m ok, cause I hang out with Samantha?”

“Why can it not be both? Oui, I test the waters, to learn what waters my childe swims. But I am concerned for you as well, Beatrice. The waters you swim are dark and murky, and I can only guess what lies beneath.”

“You...” She almost asked if Antoinette meant about Elen, and what Triss, Jen, and Samantha were up to. Sure, Triss was a shit poker player, but she wasn’t stupid enough to just reveal her hand flat out. “You know a lot about what I’m up to.”

“Oui.”

“But you let me keep pursuing it.”

“Oui. There is no way to be taught the lessons you are going to learn, young Nosferatu. Those are lessons that can only be learned through trial and fire.”

“And Sam? You’re okay with her learning lessons the hard way?”

Antoinette sighed as she leaned back in the chair, and folded a leg over the other. “I do not know, Beatrice. But I am no coddling mother, content to wrap my childe in protection forever, preventing her from learning how to handle her second life. There are pains we Kindred face that are wholly unique, and you and her face a perfect example.”

She knew. This damn bitch knew Sam stole Elen’s book and knife. She knew Sam was going to try and resurrect her daughter. God damn it.

“I’m doing my best to keep Sam out of trouble.”

“I appreciate that.”

“But she knows what she wants.”

“Does she? Or is she a single mother desperately grabbing onto things that could bring a semblance of her first life back?”

“She...” Triss smiled as she met the Prince’s eyes. “She’s Jack’s mom.”

“Ah oui. You mean deceptively intelligent, and surprisingly wise.”

“Ha, yeah you could say it like that. I mean sure, she’s a broken woman in a way, and every night she struggles to claw herself out of a pit of misery. And that’s a deep fucking pit, Prince, deeper than anything I’ve ever dealt with.” Triss wasn’t so full of herself to think losing Julias held a candle to all the horrible shit that fell in Sam’s lap. “But she’s climbing.”

Antoinette returned the smile. “With Jacob’s help, I assume?”

“Ugh, it’s so sweet, you have no idea. It’s like reading some divorced mom’s shitty erotica, about a woman discovering how much she likes BDSM or something. Except the dude isn’t some sexy, scary obsessive stalker billionaire in this story. He’s Jacob.”

“You do not find your boss terrifying?”

“I mean, kinda? It’s not really the same, but I guess that’s a part of what turns Sam on about him, yeah. But other than that, he’s a fucking goofball.”

“He makes her laugh.”

“Yeap. And while I bet Sam would love to read that shitty erotica about the obsessive stalker billionaire who wants to dominate every aspect of his obsession’s life, I think Jacob’s been a lot healthier for her.”

“And her, him?”

“I...”

“I did not forget the request I made of you, so long ago, young Nosferatu. Jacob walks a dark path, and I am hoping you can steer him out of it.”

Triss shook her head. “You say that, but I’m not really ... I don’t know, I’m not in a position to help him.”

“Oh?”

“Maybe Sam is, but Jacob doesn’t involve either of us into whatever shit he’s up to. Maybe he will, some day, but so far he’s ... he’s content to let me get my hands dirty with my own shit, but not his.” Way to dance around the topic. How long could she talk about the crazy shit she was up to, without ever saying ‘resurrection’?

“I am sure Jacob watches you closely, Beatrice. I did not know the witches he had before you well, the witches from many decades ago, but there is a reason for that: they were not noteworthy. You are.”

“Thanks ... I guess.”

“It was a genuine compliment. Do you think I would let my childe become entangled in the affairs of witches, if I did not feel at least one of them was worthy of consideration?”

Triss laughed. “Well, worthy of consideration I may be”—from a couple of gods too, apparently—”but I don’t know if I can help Jacob. I ... I mean ... maybe? We talk, and sometimes I get a small glimpse of the man in there, behind the clowning around and the jokes.”

“My old friend is difficult to dig out of his own mask.”

“Good a way of putting it as any. And I think Sam’s getting closer to him than me.”

“Perhaps romantically. But you are his colleague, and his friend.”

“Is Jacob even capable of having a real friend anymore?”

“I do not know, young Nosferatu. I do not know. But you can try.” Antoinette’s smile returned, and got a little evil as she leaned forward. Triss did her best to not notice how her huge tits almost hung out of the robe. “Sam refuses to describe her intimate time with the witches in the detail I wish, but she has hinted, more than once, that you have touched her.”

“Oh god.”

“Have you?”

Triss squirmed and looked anywhere but at Antoinette. “I mean, a little? It’s hard not to, you know? Jacob keeps putting her in more and more, uh, exposing situations, and she’s just...” Fuck it. “She’s cumming her brains out, and you can just tell she loves it when everyone’s watching her. So Jacob’s in her, Othello’s in her, Madison’s on her, so I guess, I mean ... yeah, I’ve touched her? A tiny bit?”

The look of joy in Antoinette’s eyes was actually kinda scary, like, a bit of that psycho joy. Jacob would probably have those eyes when doing his rituals and stuff, if he had eyes.

“Samantha, the center of attention, in an orgy.”

“I mean, is orgy the right word?” Triss squirmed a little more.

“Ha, perhaps not. Regardless, I am happy to know my childe can embrace such indulgences. As you said, she has suffered greatly. I am glad my Daeva blood has helped her find some joy in her second life.”

“Is it your blood, though? Jack’s, uh, got similar sexual tastes.”

“Similar, yes, though not the same.” The Prince leaned back and teased her lip with a finger as she let her eyes wander. “I do wish I could see it. I would enjoy seeing my childe in the middle of such pleasures, with Jacob and Othello sheathed inside her. To see her blush and squirm in embarrassment as she orgasms? Truly beautiful.”

“You really do got a thing for sex, don’t you? Like, Dolareido’s got this whole Slut City thing going on, and that is entirely your fault, isn’t it?”

The Prince grinned at her. “Oui, it is.”

“Well, your childe’s fully embracing it now.”

“I would oh so love to see it. Alas, she is Jack’s mother. That is a sexual boundary I think would be best not crossed.”

“Probably not.”

Antoinette laughed. It was a strange sound, cause even though the Prince was the sorta vampire to control every single sound they made, the laugh sounded genuine too. Half fake, half real. How did anyone last five minutes talking to this woman?

“Back to my earlier question. How do you feel about my childe and Jacob as a couple? Do they help each other?”

“I think so. I mean, I’ll be straight with you, I thought Jacob got into Sam’s pants for the advantage, you know?”

“Many assumed such.”

“But they hang out. They talk about stuff. They fuck a lot, sure, and now that Jacob’s got her comfortable with the group, she’s fucking Othello and Madison a lot too. And Jen and me get a little involved in that sometimes. But the two of them still fuck each other without the rest of us, a lot, and it gets super cheesy romantic, you know? Hugging, cuddling, kissing.” All the shit Triss missed. “Sam seems happy, and Jacob seems ... less psychotic. Dude always smiled, but now his smiles look more normal, you know?”

“That I do, Beatrice. Do you believe they love each other?”

“Jesus, that’s a heavy question. And personal.”

“That it is. We speak of things deeply personal about those we care about, but we are not gossiping. We are concerned with our friends, and would like to see them both happy.”

Triss eyed the Prince. A little. Couldn’t exactly give her the stink eye, considering she was the fucking Prince.

“I think Jacob’s got a lot of baggage in the way of genuine love. But if there’s anyone who can dig through that shit, it’s Jack’s mom.”

It was the right call, calling Sam Jack’s mom there, and Antoinette smiled as she nodded, and leaned back, relaxing in her chair.

“Perhaps you are right.”

“And uh, why are you so concerned with Jacob? You call him old friend, but I haven’t really seen anything to show that. You two come off as rivals, more than friends.”

“Can we not be both?”

“I guess if anyone can be both, it’s elders. Not like I know what’s going on in your heads.”

“Precisely.” Say one thing for the white-haired queen, she had confidence. And an ego. “Jacob and I have been at odds for centuries, young Nosferatu, as witches and dragons can often be; whenever they have the fortune of meeting each other, which is rare. Jacob and I disagree on almost every single aspect of how to run a city.”

Triss laughed. “Something tells me Jacob doesn’t want to run the city. So yeah, I guess he disagrees with your ideas, but isn’t interested in fighting you for the throne?”

“To an extent. But that is not why Jacob and are friends, Beatrice. We are friends, because we share many of the same passions. We share much of the same vision, strange as that may sound. We share in many ideals and ideas, and we respect each other’s pursuit of them.”

“Share a vision?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“You just said you disagree on almost everything.”

“Almost. Where there is overlap is quite important. But if you wish for details, it would be better to ask him.”

The Prince was nudging Triss in Jacob’s direction again. Concerned for her friend? Maybe. Concerned for her childe? Most definitely.

“Alright, I’ll keep an eye on Jacob and Sam. I mean, I am keeping a close eye on Sam already, but Jacob, I kinda thought he was ... getting better, you know?”

“I believe he is, Beatrice. But my old friend wears many masks. Be careful with him. And be careful with this dark road you walk. It has destroyed many a soul before.”

Yeah, she figured that.

“Alright, we done?” Triss asked. Antoinette eyed her. Probably didn’t like Triss’s tone. But after a few moments, she nodded. “K, I’m gonna get something to eat, then head back. Probably gonna find Sam in the middle of an orgy.”

“I hope so.”

“Ha. You think all the sex is doing her good?”

“I think she will calm as she grows more comfortable and confident with herself, and her second life. But for the moment, I believe embracing the joys of being Kindred will help her recover from her traumas, oui. What she needs is time, time to recover from her wounds, deep and plentiful they may be.” The Prince tapped her chin. “She is lucky to have a lover as skilled as Jacob, non?”

Triss stood up. “You could say that. I bet Samantha didn’t realize how slutty she could be, when she got involved with witches.”

Antoinette smiled, a devil’s smile. “I did.”

Figured. Fucking elders.

“Oh, can you tell Jack thanks for killing Joe? What an asshole.”

Antoinette’s smile faded, and she sighed as she nodded. “I will mention it, but Beatrice, do not be so callous.”

“Callous? Over Joe? Everyone hated that fucker.”

“Indeed. And yet, your old companions were willing to listen to him, and attack Jack directly.”

Triss shook her head. “They weren’t my companions. I didn’t fit in with the Carthians very much, and Bella and the gang didn’t really cross any bridge for me.” Which wasn’t surprising in hindsight, considering Triss covered that bridge in land mines and spikes. “But I know they weren’t idiots. No idea why they helped Joe.”

“They helped Joe, young Nosferatu, because they saw something in his words. To attack Viktor’s grandchilde? You know not the horrors Viktor performed upon simple, young Joe.”

“I—”

“Viktor Honors indulged in rather ... torturous methods of interrogation, as his mind turned against him in his age,” the Prince said. Which sent all sorts of shivers up Triss’s spine, because Jacob was a shit load older than Viktor was. “And while Joe, or anyone else could never prove it, he insisted Viktor had tortured him once.”

“Yeesh. Like—”

“He cannot remember the details, but I know the man suffered nightmares of staggering pain and trauma ever since. Things Viktor carved into the man’s subconscious. Torture.”

“Viktor ... did something to his head? Wiped the memory of being tortured?” Not like it was hard. Even Triss had managed to hit the fucker with a Nightmare a few years ago. If she could affect his mind, Viktor could have the dude eating his own hand.

“Indeed. The man has been nothing but rage ever since. Had. And your prior superior Garry Tones did his best to quell the boy’s rage, and turn it into a valuable resource.”

“Sounds like a shitty thing to do.”

“Perhaps, but the point still stands. You thought Joe was nothing more than a mindless brute. Did it ever occur to you that he was suffering, young Kindred? Did it ever occur to you that Garry did his best to steer the man’s rage away from self destruction? Did it ever occur to you that Joe’s death is a tragedy, and not a blessing?”

“No ... no, I suppose it didn’t.”

“Then let that be a lesson to you, Beatrice. People are complicated. Nothing and no one is who they seem on the surface, even souls as honest as Jack or Samantha.”

Triss winced as she reached for the door. “Point taken.”

“And please, do not tell Jack of Joe.”

“Heh, yeah. Kid would tear himself up over it, wouldn’t he?”

“No doubt.”

Triss sighed, nodded a few times, opened the door, and smiled back at the Prince.

“Ok, enough with the heavy shit. Hoping to find Sam enjoying herself.”

~~♥♥♥~~

She guessed right.

“Triss! Jen! You’re uh ... you’re back early.” Sam squirmed as she forced herself to meet Triss’s eyes.

Sam was a damn beautiful woman of average height, maybe a little less, thin and fit but still with some of that milf curvature to her. Big green eyes like Jack, softer though, and wavy brown hair to her ears in a modern woman kinda way. And at the moment, she wore nothing more than the white thong she’d worn the night the whole Circle — minus Aaron — had gotten pretty damn familiar with her.

She sat on Jacob’s abs, facing his upright dick, her hands around it. And a quick glance at her thong showed how soaked it was; Jacob had probably been teasing and fingering her before. Or maybe, Madison had. Whatever the case, Triss and Jen had apparently missed the foreplay of this foursome.

Beside them, Othello and Madison did what they always did, without exception: anal sex. Only ghoul regeneration kept that poor woman’s ass in healthy condition. Othello was on his back beside Jacob, almost shoulder to shoulder with the man, hands on his girl’s hips and holding on as Madison slowed danced and gyrated on him. Like Sam, she was facing away from her master, toward the entrance of the alcove. Unlike Sam, she was very much penetrated, and she waved at Triss and Jen like they were old friends, and they had simply caught her riding her new horse.

Sam was definitely the shyer of the two naked women, but they were both the happy sort, smiling and brimming with joy, even when embarrassed. It made Triss smile.

“Jacob, dude.” Triss walked over to them, making Sam blush even more and stop working her hands on her dude’s cock. “Aren’t you the leader of a cult of witches? I’m getting the impression you’d prefer this was just a hook up group for orgies.”

Jacob laughed, shrugged, and hooked his hands behind his head where it rested, half raised on the curving wall of the alcove and its blankets.

“I would think any witch joining a coven would expect orgies.”

Othello raised a hand. “I joined expecting orgies.”

Madison grinned back at the Daeva. “You get orgies, remember? We fucked a few kine two nights ago!”

The man shrugged. “More orgies.”

Giggling, Madison reached over and pat Sam on the leg. “Men.”

Triss snorted on a laugh. Men? Yeah sure Othello was a total horndog who couldn’t go a single second without thinking about sex, but Madison, Jen, and evidently Sam, were just as bad, if not worse.

Case in point, Jacob sat up, and whispered something into Sam’s ear. And Sam lit up like a neglected Christmas tree in July. Nodding, she managed a quick sheepish peek at Triss and Jen, reached down, and pulled aside her white thong. That was one soaked pussy. With her other hand still wrapped around Jacob’s dick, Jacob had no trouble lifting her up, and gently lowering her down on his cock, turning her into a mewling, squirming girl each and every inch.

The damn milf loved being watched like this. And Triss couldn’t help but do exactly that. She loved being watched, too.

Before Triss noticed Jen take off a single sock, a naked Ventrue hopped down onto the blankets, half sitting half lying against the wall a couple feet from Jacob. Course her eyes weren’t on Jacob, they were on Sam. If it were anyone else but Jen, Triss would feel jealous her girlfriend was looking at someone else, but Jen was Jen, hilariously honest about her promiscuity, but oddly loyal to her relationship with Triss.

And the boys didn’t even glance her way, other than to acknowledge that she’d come joined them. Jen was stupid fucking hot, hotter than all of them, but Jacob kept his bandage-covered eye sockets aimed at his lover’s ass, and Othello did the same with Madison; though both Othello and Madison spent a fair amount of time looking at Sam, too.

Triss couldn’t blame them. Everyone else in the room was pretty comfortable with sex, but no matter what Jacob did to Sam, she always had that guilty face on when she got fucked. And it was so damn fucking hot, everyone watched her. Which only made Sam look more guilty, and get more turned on, which had everyone staring even harder. A pretty vicious, sexy cycle.

Jen turned enough to look up at Triss, and held out her hands to her, big smile on her face. Shameless.

“Ugh, fine. Gimme a sec.” Triss walked over to her own alcove, fetched her box of goodies, kicked off her clothes, and walked back to the sex room. Rolling her eyes, Triss got down on the blankets behind Jen, turned into her so Triss was the big spoon, and placed a vibrator against Jen’s thighs as she set the vibration to low.

Instant purrs from Jen. Not every night required a deep tonguing. Sometimes it was nice to lie down and let toys do the work. And after a few minutes of teasing Jen’s thighs with the vibration, she gently set the small blue toy against her clitoris, and teased it in caressing circles. Jen melted into her, and the two prepared for a show.

Jacob tightened his grip on Sam’s hips, and got to work. He pushed his hips up into her hard, hard enough that she bounced on him, literally, and the poor girl immediately erupted into squeaks as her ass rippled with the impact, and her modest breasts bounced against her chest.

“Jacob! W-Wait! Slow ... down...”

Jen and Triss had missed it, but whatever they’d done to Sam before the two had come back from their hunt, had already put the milf on edge. Jacob pounding into her hard enough his balls slapped her clit, and her breasts jiggled up and down on her chest, was more than enough to push her over. She leaned forward, grabbed Jacob’s legs, and held on for dear life as she came on his dick.