A visitor comes - Johnathon's Haven

She laughed.

"Sounds perfect. Perhaps it will loosen you up a bit."

"I'm not uptight" he chuckled "I'm reserved. It goes with the hat, and frock coat. I have a monocle somewhere too."

She frowned.

"Then we must get you drunk enough to get rid of the hat, the jacket, and the monocle."

He laughed at that and headed over to the bar, and poured some stiff whiskies all around. "I suppose I could be talked out of my vest and shirt if you ladies did the same"

That brought a laugh, and an upturned eyebrow at Raz0r.

She laughed and shrugged.

"I will if you will."

That brought another laugh.

"Honey, I ain't got nothing on under this."

"Well, you are the one who wanted wanton acts of pleasure" he laughed while passing out the drinks

She took the drink then turned with a smile.

"If you'll unzip me?"

Johnathon smiled coyly and glanced at Raz0r

She just smiled, setting her drink to the side, her eyes hungry.

Johnathon leaned over, and unzipped the back of the Satyr's dress

She slipped out of it easily enough. And now she was naked, standing before them.

"Are you going to join me?"

First came the vest, then the shirt, and then trousers, and then the union suit... damned victorian clothes were complex. And he stood nude along with the Satyr.

She was much faster than the Ventrue, having considerably less to removed. She kept her Mask up, but there she stood, entirely undressed.

Johnathon smiled at the two woman and wrapped his arms around them both. "Mmmm this is... unique. " And with that he sank his fangs into Raz0r's shoulder and his hand into Caramina

Her leg came up to hook around Raz0r's hips as his fingers entered her. She moaned and rested her head against his shoulder, kissing and nipping at his neck while a hand moved to caress Raz0r's back.

She cried out as his fangs entered her, then her hand came down to hold the thigh that was hooked around her. She liked. She really did.

After about a minute, he switched his fangs over to Caramina, and caressed Raz0r's face

She cried out with the pleasure of it, gripping both of them close. This was so much better than anything else she'd ever felt.

And John found it very hard not to drink from her.

Damned dangerous woman. By sheer force of willpower he didn't drink from the Satry, and like Raz0r, he held his fangs for about a minute, and then put them back into the little Nos.

She purred and dropped her hands and lips to the little Nos, fingers finding sensitive places and lips exploring the skin.

She groaned as suddenly all the attention was on her. She gave herself over to it, completely.

Johnathon kept his hands and his fangs busy dividing attention between the two women until they both succumbed to pleasure

It took her a bit, but she finally was exhausted. And every time his fangs entered her, it was so very hard not to drink.