Holier Than Thou

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad enjoyed the begging, and he knew the moment when she was too overwhelmed to even focus. He took full advantage, teasing her with every thrust. Then a pair of warm hands closed over his shoulders, kneading into the muscle the way only Atul seemed to know how. It threw off Vlad's pace for a minute, before he began to welcome the sensation. The heat along his back as Atul slid his body against him and relieved his aching hard-on sent hot bolts of pleasure through him. He kissed Tenele's neck harder as his composure grew flustered with need, until he found it impossible to keep his teeth away from her neck . Her frantic heartbeat called to him from beneath her skin, like every other part of her was calling to him at the moment. He was dominant on top of her, but she was still as in control of him as anyone could be.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele pressed her lips against his shoulder, screaming against his skin. She drew back with a sharp gasp. "Please," she moaned. Wild green eyes found Atul hovering behind her husband. She reached up with her hand and stroked it along his face to the back of his head and took a handful of his black hair as a ripple of pleasure threatened to break her. Her hand jerked away, clawing across her husband's skin. "Please," she whimpered to her husband, nuzzling his skin.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad curled himself deeper inside her, like he wanted to literally consume her. He slid his tongue over her skin and let his fangs sink in behind it, entering in a painless wash of power and sensation. He'd kept himself pretty composed, but now his swimming nerves were exposed for her to feel, along with Atul's. *Tenele,* he moaned inside her mind while her blood washed like honey down his throat.

He was starting to lose the iron grip he'd kept on his control. Atul's body rubbed against his back, and he wanted him as much as he wanted her, especially with Tenele now inside his mind. Again, that thought came to him, like it had last time when he'd denied it. Less intimidated by the feeling this time, he let a part of his mind go to Atul and explore him, explore every inch where their bodies stroked against each other, while Tenele's heat swallowed him whole. He gulped out a heated gasp against her neck as the feeling rolled over him, throw all three of them and back again, and again and again.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele felt her soul shatter blissfully and reform with them. She screamed, her body going shaking with ecstasy below him. *My love, my love, my love,* her mind chanted to him. Her eyes shut tight and she pressed her warm cheek against his skin. She felt his thoughts, and revelled in the sensations that soaked into her. It was overwhelming and intense and utterly amazing. She knew exactly what he wanted, what she wanted, what Atul wanted. The idea sent her insides twisting into knots. Could she handle it? Could she handle that much sensory overload?

Hell, if she knew, but it didn't seem to deter her at the moment. It frightened her, and enticed her. She pressed her lips against Vlad's skin and slid them near his ear. "Its okay," she whispered to him, her grip grew painfully tight. "Its okay."

*If you want it,* she told them both.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad didn't have much chance to answer. He was still frozen in deliberation when a hot, moistened finger slid against his opening. He tensed immediately as the digit invaded him and slipped all the way up to Atul's knuckle.

The vampire forgot to breathe. It was one thing to think about it, but quite another to-

The finger found something inside him and twisted against it. Vlad stiffened and cried out with a half-panicked gasp. He almost lost his grip on Tenele's neck, almost forgot to keep moving. This was new. This was very, very new, and god help him, he was actually nervous.

"Keep moving," Atul's smooth voice whispered in his ear while a second digit slid into him. Vlad sucked in air and tried to keep moving, reminding himself of the heat of Tenele's body.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele made a tight sound in the back of her throat, curling against her husband. Her legs tightened over his arms, her arms drew him against her. She pressed her lips against his skin, sucking air in through her nose. Was this really happening? Was this really about to happen? *It feels...* Tenele couldn't finish the thought.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad slid into Tenele, slick and hard. Somehow, the rhythmic massage of Atul's fingers heightened his sensation of every contour inside of her. His caution was slowly bleeding apart into sheer sensation, until he actually began to grow frustrated with the gentle kneading. He ground his hips against Tenele's in a circular motion, looking for more contact though he knew he couldn't get any deeper inside her if he tried. He moaned, and forced himself to release his stiff bite on her neck as he became too unfocused to keep it pleasurable for her. Either way, their minds were all joined now by far more magic than he could deliver with a bite.

He almost whined in protest as the hot pressure inside him suddenly receded, leaving his body once again to himself. He parted his lips beside Tenele's neck, but what exactly was he supposed to say? To ask? He felt flushed as he licked his wife's neck, thirsty to consume both his partners until they were completely his.

Blunt teeth came down and clamped firmly into the back of Vlad's shoulder. In the same instant that the harsh pressure began to pull a moan from his throat, a firm knot of heat pressed up between his legs, warm and slick. "Atul," Vlad warned, the tip alone warning him that the demigod's size had nothing in common with the thin weight of his fingers a minute ago. "I don't"-

Pain raced through his center and shot up his spine. He felt like he was being ripped open. He choked on a scream and winced against Tenele's neck, stiffening up inside her. "Fuck," he sucked in tight gasps as he struggled for control.

Atul felt out the vampire's mind, carefully calculated the way the pain was lacing back into ecstasy in Vlad's warped mind, and decided to continue. After all, he was barely a third of the way in. He ignored Vlad's protest and kept sliding further, drawing tight, painful groans laced with ecstasy from the other man. When he was finally all the way inside, he held still a moment, pressing in tight. He knew full well just his pulse throbbing in his member was drawing shuddering gasps from the vampire. He looked down at Vlad and Tenele, high on the power of his own sexuality and knowing full well he was doing a good job of treating Vlad really rather horribly, at least by the standards of most. Vlad had a strange way of confusing agony and pleasure, which was perfectly convenient to him. "Vlad, you are neglecting your wife," he said in a silky purr.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele screamed, shrill and shuttering. Her hands slammed back above her head, snatching fabric into a tight clutch. Her eyes widened as what Vlad was feeling coursed through her, his sensation becoming hers. Her mind immediately began to abandon the idea of being able to handle it. This hurt. This hurt. That's all she could think about for a second, and it wasn't even her body feeling it. She drew in ragged breaths, unable to think about anything after that. Her whole body went rigged and stiff. Slowly, as Atul paused in his movements, her hands went back to her husband and her arms wrapped tight around his neck. She pressed her cheek to his. *Do you want to stop?* she asked him quietly, holding on for dear life. She wasn't sure now, with Atul had situated himself in such a position, if there was any option to stop or not. *I'll be okay, if you don't. If you enjoy this, I'll enjoy it. Just keep moving.*

[Soran Nightblade]

"I just need to th-INK"- Vlad's voice crutched up as Atul moved, sliding out. He was torn between relief and regret as the pressure retreated, but Atul didn't pull away completely. He stopped and reversed direction, pushing in a hard thrust. The movement wrought a groan from the vampire, not just because it was agony but also because he'd struck, very precisely, against Vlad's prostate.

"Keep moving, as she said," Atul guided, his hands massaging down the vampire's sides. "Or should I help you?" The next thrust was hard enough for Tenele to feel it too.

Vlad collapsed tight against her. He began to time his own movements against Atul's painful thrusts, lost and drowning between the two sensations. He trailed wet kisses over Tenele's chest until the sensation was too much and all he could do was hang on and focus on her warmth sliding around him, Atul's grinding inside him.

Atul let out low, silky moans and drove harder into his lover...or lovers' bodies, his movements strong and consistent. He could feel Vlad's body acknowledge his skill as the agony morphed, thrust by thrust, into wild heat that left the vampire trembling and panting against Tenele's chest.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele held tight to him as Atul thrusted. Her breath was caught in the back of her throat, the feeling so overpowering that she couldn't even think to breathe. The air leaving her lungs as Vlad's heavy weight pressed into her was a reminder that she needed to take in air. She pressed kisses to the top of Vlad's head as he laced her chest with his soft mouth. Eventually the pain began to fade, much to her relief. Soon her tight gasping breath began to even out into very pleased moans.

Her mind was a cluster of both of them and her own emotions. Two powerful immortals and a human clinging desperately to what she could of her consciousness. Unable to do much more than hold on for the ride. *Vlad... Atul.... I...* She shut her eyes tight.

[Soran Nightblade]

Tenele's positive reaction melted the last of the resistance between Vlad and Atul. Vlad's body was back to full attention, so hard it almost hurt to be that turned on. He let Tenele feel every inch of it, while Atul was no more merciful to him.

The demigod curled forward and traced his mouth over his back, groaning as he pushed into Vlad's slick opening. He was pumping rapidly now, and the rapid movement strobing over his spot and breaking him apart. Combined with their joint experience of Vlad's joining with Tenele, the sensation was eroding his control fast.

Tenele's pleading cry was a kind of last straw on the men's building sensation. Atul jerks and cried out, struggling to wait just a little longer so he didn't outpace the other two. They'd both feel it if he did.

They already felt it. Atul's closeness tightened every muscle in Vlad's body, heat building in an exruciating wave through him.

"Tenele" both men moaned warningly, accidentally together, into her mind.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele came with a shuddering cry, her nails dragging across her husband's skin. She clutched onto him, sinking them into his shoulder. She withered beneath them, wanting escape, wanting to be cut off. It was too much. It felt too good. Her muscles tightened, her body stiffened. She hunkered down, held on for dear life, and prayed for sanity afterwards.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad and Atul both cried out, lost in the swirling intensity of Tenele's climax. The feeling pulled them both over the edge, panting and groaning until none of them were sure where one body ended and the next began. Vlad lay sandwiched between them and took careful, shaking breaths. "Holy hell," he muttered.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele nodded against Vlad's skin, agreeing with his statement. She struggled to calm her racing heart and regain her breath. That was definitely something she couldn't take every night. She couldn't bare moving, or the thought of anything moving. Any sensations while her senses were this fragile she felt would break her. So she stayed as still as possible, enjoying the heat coursing through her very content body.

She placed delicate kisses on Vlad's skin, nuzzling his flesh gently. "I love you," she whispered to him. "I love you. I love you." Her legs trembled where Vlad's arms pinned them close to her body. She enjoyed the closeness, the position, how irrefutably possessed she felt by him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad could appreciate her desire to stay still. He ran the tip of his tongue lightly along her neck, over the bruised skin where he'd taken her. In addition to the bite, there were some impressive red-purple rings on her skin where he'd sucked on her. He kissed them tenderly, as if he could reinforce the marks by stroking his tongue over them.

Atul drew his hands slowly away from Vlad, flushing. The full reality of what he'd just done was starting to set in. He'd been certain in the moment that there was pleasure, but suddenly all he could do was worry about the pain he'd caused. "I'm-"

"Don't apologize, and don't you dare move," Vlad murmured silkily.

He thought for a moment about the warm acceptance in his voice, and took a grateful breath. His fingers slid over Vlad's sides and around his muscled stomach, embracing him.