Holier Than Thou

[Emora Deen]

Atul laughed, and the faint sound was like music. The king sighed as he settled back against the mattress with a hand stoking tantalizing lines around the organ hidden beneath his pants. He'd picked up on their conversation just through feelings and decided that he was going to torment them, or drive them mad with need. He let his hand skip over the area that wanted it most, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes. "What, I thought we were going to tease her all day... I'm simply killing two... or three birds with one stone."

Tenele wormed in the tub. Clearly too distracted to actually bathe. "Atul!" And yet she really didn't want him to stop.

But, the King did, slowly drawing his hands away. He clasped them above his head, as if he were trying to hold his own self back.

[Soran Nightblade]

*It feels like you could use some company,* Vlad observed. Even his mental voice was husky after that little show. *Let me help*.

**Stalker,** he smiled wickedly.

The oversized hound trotted across the wooden deck and stepped up into the bed with Atul, spreading out across the man's stomach and lying heavily down across him. The creature's right shoulder seemed to have deliberately located the man's bladder.

[Emora Deen]

"Ahh!" Atul growled, pushing on the hell hound until he finally rolled the beast off. Tenele laughed, covering her mouth with her hands as she listened to to the King stomp out of bed.

"I think you had his hopes up that you were actually going to... help," she giggled, reaching for the soap and running it over her body with a rag.

Atul had half a mind to retaliate with full force, but the thought of just standing there with his hands in his pants seemed a little weird. So, instead he hopped off the porch and started walking across the sands, kicking it up with his feet as he headed to the ocean.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad glanced in the direction of the sea, chuckling despite the temptation to feel guilty for embarrassing their friend. "Perhaps I should check up on him," he smirked.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smiled up at her husband, brushing the cloth over her shoulder. "Oh! Yes, go on. Thank you for bringing me in here. You two go explore if you want. Stalker and I will stay here."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smiled at her. "Very well. I'd tell you not to go anywhere, but..." his eyes twinkled. "I will return soon." He rose from his seat next to her.

Out on the deck, he scanned the sands for a minute before spotting the king off by the shore. Casting his loyal hound an approving look, he jogged down the steps and began crossing the sands at a long, graceful stride.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele sighed, slinking down into the water until it covered her head and she began washing her silver hair. It was so dry and tangled from the ocean that she took extra care with it until it was clean. When she opened her eyes and sat up Stalker had his large head resting on the side of the tub, his red eyes peering at her.

"Oh, don't be mad at me because I kicked you out last night," she scolded with a smile, placing a kiss on his muzzle.

* * *

Atul picked up a stick and tossed it into the ocean, watching as it was swallowed by the frothy waves. He glanced over his shoulder at Vlad, smirking as the vampire crossed the sands. "Sorry for being too tempting," he chuckled. "I'll be more reserved for the time being."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad grinned at him as he reached the king's side. "Now I really am sorry," he scoffed. "I wonder if she'll have the energy for him tonight."

[Emora Deen]

Atul chuckled. "Possibly if we let her rest," he admitted, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I think Tenele can muster the energy when properly motivated."

[Soran Nightblade]

"I threatened to "motivate" her all day," Vlad's eyes glowed with amusement as he looked out over the water. "To ensure she's prepared."

[Emora Deen]

Atul laughed. "I would suspect that would make her tired," he sighed. "As much as I want to motivate her for hours and hours... What do you think he's like? I mean... The two of us combined he's got to be attractive."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad looked off at the waves. "Got to be drop-dead gorgeous," he murmured truthfully. "I wonder what he likes." It seemed like a weird thing to think about, but he was fascinated and curious. "You have any weird fetishes I don't know about?" he interrogated.

[Emora Deen]

Atul blinked, and swallowed hard. "No," he said, his voice sounding a little tight. "Not at all. Completely normal..."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad raised an eyebrow and swept in front of the man playfully. "REALLY now," he grinned. He leaned in so close to the man that their lips were almost touching, his warm red eyes boring into Atul's skull. "That didn't sound suspicious in the least."

[Emora Deen]

Atul pushed Vlad away with a laugh. "It wasn't suspicious," he protested as he quickly tried to reign in his thoughts before Vlad's connection picked up on them. Instead, just trying to bottle them just made them flash through his mind. He knew Vlad probably wouldn't have any objections, he had a dominant personality, too... And an image of Vlad all tied up flashed through the King's mind, and then an image of a blind-folded Tenele. The King swallowed hard, his gaze flickering away. "He may be more of a romantic?" Though, he doubted it if it were the two of them combined and they had similar tastes... But, Atul was very flexible in what he liked, and he could be romantic.