~~Natasha~~
"Sire," she said.
"Natasha." Daniel looked down at her, then to Athalia. "Athalia, do you--"
"Speak with your childe."
The sheriff adjusted his glasses, a single finger against the bridge, same as always. "I'd prefer you stayed for a while."
Athalia rolled her eyes. "I... will, ok? Jesus, I'm not going to explode or anything."
Natasha tried to meet Athalia's eyes, but the moment the tall, dark-skinned woman looked at her, Natasha looked down. Those weren't eyes she wanted to look into, not now, not yet. Just the thought of what Athalia must have been feeling was enough to have Natasha on the verge of tears; not that she could cry while not Blushing, but still. The poor woman.
Athalia didn't go far, just a few steps back. Other than Daniel, Fiona was the only person at the ball Athalia would want to be near, and Fiona was with Damien. It'd been an adorable sight, Fiona trying to walk while drunk, in high heels, dragging Damien around the ball. The twinkle in the drunk girl's eyes said everything: she wanted to have sex with her dark, mysterious, well-dressed vampire. That meant she couldn't be a social anchor for Athalia, while Daniel could be.
Natasha peeked past her sire at the woman again, before nodding to him, and then nodding toward Jacob in the distance. "Um... is that ok?"
"You tell me. You took her over there."
Samantha had asked Tash to introduce her to Jacob. She had, stuttering up a mess, but she had. Then she'd backed off, and did her best to casually join Daniel, to get his take, or at least get his eyes on Jacob.
"I d-don't know. I... have a hard time trusting Jacob. I can't t-t-tell what he wants."
"Wants from what?"
"From... life? Or unlife?"
Daniel sighed, nodded, and watched Jacob with cold eyes. "He's up to something, Natasha. Keep an eye on him."
Keep an eye on Jacob, right, like she wasn't already doing that with extreme prejudice. The man was terrifying, and it blew her mind that Samantha didn't seem to care. Despite her warnings, and Antoinette's warnings, Samantha was content to talk to the man, like she had with Athalia. Even more surprising, was how Jacob looked happy to talk to her. Samantha's body language grew calmer, as did Jacob's, and the two laughed as Jacob told some sort of joke.
Samantha adjusted her hair and shifted her weight from foot to foot a little, in a subtle but not too subtle flirt. Natasha frowned. Jack was not going to like this.
Natasha looked across the ball to her boyfriends, who were hanging with Avery and Clara. Sex surrounded them. Not actual sex, since no one had penetrated anyone yet, but the room was filling with soft moans, as arousal began to soar. The poor werewolves, surrounded by hormones, and unable to control their own.
The music changed to something a little less classical, and a little more... jazz? Slow, but pleasing, and almost naughty sounding. Something Antoinette had picked out probably, and told the musicians to play when things began to heat up.
She looked to her right, and sighed as she watched a male kine, now completely naked and lying on a table, begin to cum onto his stomach and onto a woman's breasts. Two women were around him, Kissing him, and a third one strolled up like everything was perfectly normal, and sank her fangs into his wrist. A female kine was in a similar boat, lying on a table as well, and being devoured from all directions, including between her legs.
Several of the waiters and waitresses had been robbed of their clothing, left to walk around in their underwear and bras. Those would be gone soon, once a hungry Kindred decided to partake of them, instead of the unfulfilling glasses of old blood. And from the looks on the waiters' and waitresses' eyes, and from their erections and hard nipples, they were eagerly anticipating that moment.
Natasha squirmed as she spotted Mason through the crowd. It was hard to see him past all the shoulders, but between moving bodies, she managed to spot him with his girlfriend Tilly pressed to a wall. He wasn't just kissing and fondling her. He was fucking her.
Things quickly devolved from there, as people noticed the hungry werewolf had actually penetrated his girlfriend. While these balls had a habit of being very sexual, with thralls and ghouls being caressed and massaged first, then kissed and fondled, then Kissed and treated to fellatio, cunnilingus, and everything up to, just not including, actual sex. The Kindred didn't indulge themselves to orgasm at these parties, usually. That came when they took the kine home after the party, or they rushed out to find unsuspecting kine to hunt, Kiss, and fuck into comas.
That wasn't what was happening tonight. Maybe it was because of the Uratha, and Mason's actual willingness to fuck. Maybe it was larger than that, tensions having finally given way since the hunters were no longer a threat. Or maybe it was the spice of having some of those very hunters in the ball, who Tash could see were slowly getting more drunk, and more aroused. Something had snapped in the crowd, and Kindred began to indulge more than Natasha had ever seen.
Brianna suddenly had her two vampire friends pressing their bodies against hers, from front and behind, and the one in front of her pulled his pants down, took out his cock, and sank it into her. Not exactly the best position for her to enjoy, except, from the expression on her face, she looked like she came instantly the moment the man entered her. He pressed his body tight to hers, as did the man behind her, hiding the fact they were having sex, though her skirt was still pulled up over her hips, and her panties were gone. She hugged the man in front of her, ground her pelvis against his, and shuddered as the two men continued to slowly drown her in pleasure with the Kiss.
Natasha gulped and looked around some more. According to her boss, balls used to be like this, before Lucas, and before Garry rose to be a covenant leader. When Dolareido was still young and a lot smaller, and light bulbs hadn't become a thing yet, Kindred would gather in a big room in a mansion, filled with thralls and ghouls, and everything would descend into a feast orgy. In the darkness, lit only by gentle candlelight, kine would be Kissed and fucked until utterly exhausted. And when they were, Kindred would fuck each other.
No candles this night, and a lot more people. She doubted it'd turn into a full orgy, with everyone fucking everyone, but that didn't meant it wouldn't get very, very close.
