It's been a while since I've had a nice titty fuck. " "Lawrence,you're such a crude thing, " the woman chuckled. "Your alley street upbringing is showing. " "Shouldn't be a problem getting Lord Richard's permission, " the other man with them put in. "He likes to watch almost more than he likes to fuck. " "Not me, " the woman purred. "Why, Rodney, that's Lady Lyssa's new pet. Now he does look irresistibly fuckable, just as Lady Carola said. Look at the size of that cock. " Seanna's nails dug into his arm as the woman stepped to the edge of the sidewalk and gripped his privates as casually as she might have handled some of the landscaping to determine its origin. "I could take him to the grass right here, ride him until he begged for mercy. " If she didn't take her hand off him, she was going to be the one begging for mercy. She had disturbingly clever fingers, however. Rubbing up and down his shaft, massaging the skin over the hard core. "Ah, he likes that. " "Remember, Marta, he's not wearing a head mask. He can be briefly touched, but not taken. You'd need her permission for that. " Her hand withdrew reluctantly. "Idiot Council rules, " she mut- tered under her breath. "What does it matter if I fuck him now and she fucks him later? His dick will still be the same. " "He's her property, dear Marta. " This from the taller man, draw- ing her away. "That has nothing to do with the Council. I wouldn't suggest irritating Lady Lyssa for no cause. " Seanna loosened her fingers on Jacob's arm as they moved off, and gently reached down to pry open one clenched fist. "Easy, Jacob. That was pretty tame for this group. " Jacob nodded, a muscle flexing in his jaw. He could do this. He had to do this. Even so, instinctively he moved to Seanna's outside as they passed another group. She chuckled. "Chickenshit. Just enjoy the feel of it, " she said under her breath, smiling and giving a slight bow, a sweep of her lashes, as she passed a pair of vampire males.
They gave her breasts a passing caress, one briefly catching hold of a strap of her skirt and letting it flow be- tween his fingers to give them both an unencumbered view of her ass. She stopped, waiting, and when they released her, she kept walking. Since he knew getting out of here as fast as he could wasn't an option, Jacob tried to tune in to what she was saying, knowing she was trying to help, to distract him. He wasn't proud. He'd try any- thing that might keep him from bolting. "There are rules. Only brief touches and looks. Maybe five sec- onds at most, unless you're one of the servants marked as anyone's. One of the domestics, or those chosen as entertainment. As you probably know, those are most often servants of lower-ranked vam- pires. However, sometimes it's servants who are younger, newer, whose Masters and Mistresses want them to undergo more intense training at being a submissive.
Sometimes it's a veteran servant be- ing punished for a transgression. That's always fun to watch because the vamps are more outrageous with them. Those servants have a letter A painted on the forehead of their masks. " He moved on with her to another garden pose. This one involved five people in a chain of intertwined arms and legs. The first man bent over, his mouth pressed to the pussy of the woman lying on her back, legs up and spread. He had her lifted so the curve of her body and his formed a triangle. Behind the man, a woman with a strap-on had her hands braced on his back as she was embedded in him. Be- hind her, another man was buried in her pussy. A final man strad- dled the first girl's head, his cock fi lling her mouth as he reached up and kissed the woman who was fucking the man going down on her. The landscaped circle in which they were posed had an interior circle of rocks from which hidden fountains jetted arced streams of water, moistening their skin. Colored light worked with it to form patterns on their flesh. "Astounding, isn't it?" Seanna observed. "Each year, one set of territories is responsible for arranging the artistic entertainment for the Gathering. I think they've outdone themselves. This year the Latin American territories were responsible. "
She pressed her hand to her breast and fanned herself, winning a reluctant smile from Ja- cob despite himself. "Oh, my God. That hot Latin blood and imagi- nation. " "So for most of the vampires, this isn't a business get-together. " "Oh, never think that. This is extremely serious. Yes, the main point of being here is to pay honor to the Council. The `real' business is done on the third night, after the Ball. What they call the `Court' session, where disputes and political matters are discussed. " She so- bered. "But the whole three days are highly ritualized. Everything, from Lady Lyssa choosing a partner for the first dance at the Vam- pire Ball, to strolling in this garden . . . " She bowed her head as they passed another vampire pair and squeezed Jacob's arm to remind him to do the same as they passed. He was glad to keep moving even as he complied. "The Ball choice is just a formality. " She gave him a glance. "Formality has great significance to the vampires. During the time she was married, she always chose Rex, except when she was paying honor to a certain vampire's contribu- tion for that year, a platonic honor. But the year she married Rex, he was the one she chose, and it was significant exactly for that reason. Since she's no longer married, there's speculation that who she chooses this time might be her next consort, if not a marriage part- ner. Of course, she might choose Brian for his scientific work. " Lyssa had told him it likely would be Brian for just that reason. "Is he here?" "Yes. I saw Debra briefly. She's even skinnier than when we last saw her, and far more intense looking. Her face is going to crack if she keeps holding that serious expression all the time. " Seanna's voice dropped as if sharing juicy gossip with a girlfriend, amusing Jacob. "Another rumor going around is he's made some remarkable finds he'll be presenting at Court. He's set up a temporary lab here to finalize some of his notes. " "Did he say what about?" "No. Not even a hint. " Her lush lips formed a very distracting pout. "I don't think he intended to let Debra out of his lab to have any fun, but Lord Belizar put an end to that.
He made Lord Brian put her into the pool of servants available for entertainment. They're one step above those being used for domestic help, but Brian is too low ranked to get away with keeping her by his side the whole time. " Jacob thought of Debra subjected to the humiliations of the female servants in the corridor and rage flooded him. "She's not seasoned enough for this. That dinner was her first experience in this kind of thing. And this is . . . " He let his gaze course over the garden. "You'd have to do this for at least ten years before you could face it without sweaty palms. " "It's your first time and you're holding your own, " she pointed out with a chuckle. "It's all in the attitude. How do you think any of us learn? Don't worry. On this at least, the Council and the overlords know what they're doing. Vampires get terribly aroused seeing a ser- vant deal with all this for the first time. If she sheds pretty tears of humiliation, she'll earn a spanking and become everyone's particu- lar favorite. " At his expression of revulsion, her tone softened and she put out a hand. "I'm sorry. I'm teasing you too much. I forget you don't re- ally understand our ways yet. For a person who has chosen this life, the system works, Jacob. It really does. She may find it difficult, but by the time she leaves here, she'll have been brought to climax so many times, she'll start internalizing the intense pleasure of being a submissive. Even though your Mistress is highly ranked enough to keep you out of all that, it's obvious she's cognizant of the value of the process, to a certain extent. " Her gaze coursed over his naked body. "Aren't there things you'd have never thought would bring you pleasure that get you aroused now? The idea of her restraining you . . . The touch of a whip on your skin . . . Fucking your ass with her fingers . . . " Jacob shifted under her knowing look, and she let out a sultry laugh. "It irritates you, but it also makes you hot. " Jacob ran a hand over the back of his neck, kneading the tension there. "I feel like you're my guide on an erotic tour of Wonderland. " She gave a mocking curtsy, affecting the smooth tones of a tour bus coordinator.