~~Beatrice~~
She slipped on her boots and stepped out of her alcove, her little cave in a cave.
"Going out?" Aaron said.
"Yeah, just to hang with Julias's childe."
"Right right, making friends with Invictus."
She shrugged and gave the man a little push on the shoulder. "The Circle is small. Carthians and Invictus are huge. We're not at war with them you know, make some friends."
Aaron shrugged. He was sitting in a chair by the back wall of the cave, the one covered in bones like some sort of painting sculpture. Reading a book too, as per usual.
"Books are better friends."
"Ha, fuck no man. Hey, I love a good story, and I love some fucking peace and quiet, but there's something to be said for friendship. And no, I don't mean a facebook friend you fucking cunt." Head off that stupid joke before he made it. "A real friend, someone you can talk with all night." Not that Jack necessarily fit the bill, but maybe.
"You've changed quite a bit the past year haven't you?"
"Yeah, glad I'm did. Try it sometime." She waved her claws at him, and started out of the cave.
Or at least, that was the plan. But some quiet moans drew her attention. Othello's alcove, with the door hang blanket pulled aside for all to see.
She hadn't heard anything a moment ago, when inside her room. Weird that she'd only hear the sex now. She looked at his little hole in the wall, then to the tiny tunnel leaving their enormous abode, then back to his room. Julias had said it was perfectly ok for her to watch. So, grinning, she walked over to his place, and leaned against the side of the opening.
"Hey Triss," he said.
"Heya."
"H-Hello," the woman said.
"Beatrice, I don't think I've ever introduced you to Madison. Madison, Beatrice."
The two women nodded at each other. Which would have been perfectly normal, except for the fact Madison was currently having sex with Othello.
Othello was lying down, and from the angle and position, Beatrice was basically looking straight down at his head, while the rest of him was pointed away from her. Which meant Madison, facing them, was on full display. She was riding him, her knees to the furs underneath them, and she was leaning back, holding onto Othello's legs with her hands to brace herself while she rode him.
Beautiful. A black woman with very dark skin, and short black hair, super short, maybe an inch at most, and super curly. She was average height, with luscious, thick lips, and a little meat on her bones. Not chubby, but with enough softness to give her body glorious curves, and her heavy breasts flattened to her torso as they drifted off the sides of her ribs with their natural size, and her leaning back angle. She had a gentle looking face too, complete with shy smiles and guilty glances.
No wonder. The girl was riding Othello in a slow, almost dance-like way, and with her leaning back so her body was on display, it was easy to see they were having anal sex — as Othello always did — and her smooth pussy was completely in view. The pink of her insides was just visible between her dark lips, and her trickling juices glistened in such an appealing way.
Beatrice didn't hear them earlier cause they were having the most gentle, sensual sex she'd ever seen Othello have. But judging from the liquids the girl was leaking from her exposed snatch over the vamp's pelvis, they'd been at it for a while. And since the sun had just gone down an hour ago, it meant the girl was here during the day. So she was one of Othello's ghouls. Or his only ghoul? She should ask about that.
"Enjoying yourself?" Triss said.
Madison, making a little shiver of pleasure, looked up from Othello to her. "Me?"
"Yeah you."
"... I... I am." She was rolling her hips back and forth, a position Triss knew all too well. Leaning back like that when facing the man made the cock press up against the front walls, toward the belly. Fucking euphoric feeling, and this Madison girl was milking that pleasure right in front of Triss's eyes.
The Nosferatu looked down at the lazy Daeva. Bastard wasn't doing a thing, not moving his hips or touching her clit or anything. His hands were netted behind his head, so the man could just relax, and let her do all the work.
But judging from the woman's expression, her shivering body, and hard nipples, she was enjoying doing all the work.
Triss kicked Othello in the shoulder anyway though. "Dude, help her out."
The man laughed, but shrugged and reached out to hold onto the woman's hips with one hand, while the other sneaked between her thighs to press his thumb against her swollen clitoris.
Like fireworks. Girl was obviously already close, but she'd been struggling to stay quiet. All bets were off when people were watching, and Othello was massaging her sweet bud. The moans started, and so did the bouncing, angled in just the right way to no doubt push Othello's cock up toward her abdomen, hit the walls of sensitive flesh, get the whole body buzzing and tingling.
She came in seconds. Her new bouncing lasted only moments before it slowed, and she let her head fall back over her shoulders as the moans grew louder, mixed with mewls, and a little squeak every now and then. Her legs squeezed on Othello's sides as he massaged her clitoris, and her body shook as a little trickle of juices leaked from her pussy onto his body.
"Fuck..." Yeap, that was her and Julias right there. Madison didn't have any piercings or tattoos, but other than that the position was one of her favorites, riding, anal, controlling the angle so it hit those spots inside that melted her. "Now... now sit up dude, get in there, kiss her tits, rub her back, come on." Beatrice blinked at herself. The fuck was she doing, giving sex directions. And why was it so fun?
Othello laughed again, so did Madison, and he sat up to put both hands on the small of her back. With her sitting on him and having anal sex, she had to wrap her legs around his waist and hook her feet behind his butt to keep the angle right, and she leaned back a little as she hooked her arms over his shoulders too. And when Othello craned his head down to start kissing her breasts, Madison sighed bliss, and cradled the back of his head with one hand.
Not a good angle for getting off, but a great angle for building up the pressure, getting more juices flowing, and it just looked really awesome. Her with her legs wrapped around him, leaning back, sitting on his lap, Othello leaning down to suckle on those huge tits and making a display of it. Dude was Daeva, he got off on being passionate; and being passionate with an audience must have stroked his ego in ways even Beatrice couldn't appreciate. But she knew it would, and sure enough, Othello was groaning into his meal's huge breasts as he kissed them, teased them, suckled on them hard enough to pull one away from her body a few inches, and then let it drop with gravity to jiggle lightly.
Madison enjoyed it just as much as Othello. Probably why Othello made her his ghoul, if the girl pressed all his buttons just right. Not that ghouls were always picked for sexual compatibility, but it was definitely a plus, especially to a Daeva. The woman squirmed and wriggled, and peeked over Othello's craning head to look at Beatrice, smile at her, and mouth 'thank you' silently.
Ok Triss, you're supposed to go meet Jack. Stop playing porn director.
... five more minutes.
"K, now, turn around, and Madison you get on your back. Othello on your knees, and hold onto her hips. Madison, put your legs over his shoulders.
Othello didn't even hesitate. Awesome. It'd probably lead to awkward conversations in the future, but for now, it was great how the man listened to her without skipping a beat, without her needing to ask, everyone was just going with the flow. Fun. This was fun. Holy fuck she was having legitimate fun with her fellow Circle members.
They got into position. Madison was on her back on the furs, with her legs hooked on Othello's shoulders. But since Othello was kneeling tall, her ass was a foot off the ground and held up by his hands. It not only highlighted Madison's beautiful body with a great curve to her stomach, and let her large breasts flatten to her chest and ribs in that heavy-and-real way, but it also made her pelvis angle upward, so Othello's cock pushed toward her belly again, hit those spots Triss knew well.
Cause apparently she missed her passion as a porn director.
"K, now... start fucking her, Othello. Slow at first."
He did so, holding the girl's hips and keeping her ass off the rug, so none of the magic of the angle was lost. And since they'd rotated like she asked, now Madison was closer to Triss, and all the Nosferatu had to do to see all the juicy details, was look down at her.
Madison moaned, openly, loudly, and hugged herself under her breasts as she started to shift back and forth across the rug from Othello's deep strokes of his cock. She smiled up at her, full lips a slightly brighter shade of dark compared to her very dark skin, with a hint of pink from her lipstick. Othello really knew how to pick them; girl was gorgeous.
"You... don't want to joint us?" Madison said between pants.
"Sorry, got a boyfriend."
"Mister Mire, right. Shame." Madison said. "Cause... you... you know... the..." The girl's mouth opened, and her eyes closed as another long moan came out of her.
Othello didn't need any more direction. He started to fuck her a little harder, a little faster, and Madison started to whimper with each stroke. One of her hands reached down for her clitoris again, and she started to massage the bud, the other hand reaching down lower to find her cunt, and slip some fingers into her. All while Othello fucked her ass.
