Holier Than Thou

[Emora Deen]

Tenele felt her pulse jump, and her green eyes fluttered up to him. She didn't think he had the desire, or the strength to be intimate after Atul's thoroughness. She didn't know what to say to that, but the rush of her pulse did her justice. She eyed her husband's handsome face and looked into his warm red eyes. "It may be a little hazy," she replied innocently, her voice wavering with a nervous flutter. She wasn't sure whether he was serious or not, or whether he meant right at this moment or later. So, Tenele decided to let her husband take the lead, and let him move them it what way he desired at the moment.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad picked up the jump of her pulse, and his own instincts coiled up in response, eager despite all he'd just been through. His body responded to that slight stimulation shamelessly through the thin fabric he wore. "We are both sore, and you have a hot date tonight. Perhaps it would be best to wait." He arched down to run his lips in a smooth caress along her ear and neck, licking her skin softly. "Or perhaps we should just be very gentle," he purred.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele shivered, despite the heat. "Gentle..." she whispered, shutting her eyes and tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her ear and neck. Her knees felt weak already. It wasn't right for a man to have this much power over her. She melted too easily into his arms. But, he was right about tonight. She had no idea what Knight was like, or what he enjoyed. She suspected he didn't tire easily... She laughed softly, thinking that if height of today's problem was to decide whether to make love now and/or later then it was truly a good day. "Take me if you want me," she sighed. "But, I understand if you need your rest. I know how devious Atul was. I can wait if you wish it."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad shivered with pleasure at her softspoken invitation. "His handiwork is not so crippling as that," he boasted, while his body protested that yes, in fact, it kind of was. He didn't want to wait. Just thinking about her warm skin pressed to his was enough to reduce the tearing throb back to the nostalgic ache, the mark of his other lover's impact on his eager body. He thought of Atul happily as he ran his tongue along Tenele's neck, but he had no inclination to share his wife at the moment.

"I don't need rest. I need you to touch me," he half-moaned beside her ear as he pressed his hips into hers in a slow, massaging rhythm. His fingers slid under the fabric of her clothes and brushed against her sides seductively.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele let out a soft sigh of happiness, feeling his hands slip beneath the dress she wore and glide higher up her sides. She reached behind her, dragging the sash around her waist away so that the fabric loosened. She thought that maybe she should feel some sort of apprehension to the act, with them standing on the open beach. But, it was just them, as far as she knew.

She brushed her fingertips across his arms and chest down to the fabric around his waist. She didn't remove it. She dipped her head and pressed her lips to his skin. Her silver hair fell in a bright sheen, glistening like diamonds in the sun.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad relished the touch of her fingers, though he could barely squint his eyes to look at her. He had outstanding sun tolerance for a vampire, but his wife was like a brilliant jewel against the already-bright sands. He reached down and swept her lightly into his arms. His body ached pleasantly as he carried her toward the rocky overhang where he'd taken shelter the day before, shaded from the direct sunlight. The sand there was soft and flat as he set her back on her feet. His hands went to his own waist and unwrapped the silks from around him. He made short work of laying the material across the sand. Then his arms were around her again, curling her close against him. He found her lips with his and kissed her. His tongue brushed the crease between her lips as his mouth opened to her.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele wrapped an arm around his neck, and her other explored his muscled form. She poured her heart into each kiss, sparing small amounts of time to take a breath. She stepped back away from him, taking the straps of her dress and slipping them from the shoulders so that the fabric slipped down in a flutter to pool around her bare feet. Even after all the encounters they had together like this she still felt that same nervous excitement. Her body still carried the remnants of their escapades the night before, the bite to the inside of her thigh, and over her breast. She didn't linger from him long, and soon pressed her warm body and her lips to his.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's whole body hummed with pleasure. He wanted to be in contact with as much of her as possible as he kissed her. The need grew and grew until he pulled her hips against his with one arm and supported her upper back with the other. He leaned forward and lowered her easily to the ground, as gracefully as if she weighed nothing. His lower back throbbed from his earlier encounter, but that didn't stop him from lowering his body flat to hers and rolling his hips luxuriously against her now-bared skin. A heated sigh parted his lips. He took one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked needfully, running his tongue over the small wound he'd given her the night before. I tinge of possessive pride filled him as he felt the small dents his fangs had made.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's legs curled around him, and a soft moan escaped her lips, her hips bucking against his touch. Her body settled back into the comfort of the cloth covered sands, the shade-cooled earth cradling her small frame. She ran her hands across his back and hair as his lips paid homage to her body.

"I'm so lucky," she whispered to him, curling in to kiss the top of his head. So lucky, she thought with a smile as she settled back against the silk, to have a husband who doted on her, who protected her, who indulged her silly insecure human thoughts.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad drew away for a moment and raised his garnet eyes to hers. He leaned up into her embrace, again nibbling at her neck at the base of her ear. "May I have you?" he purred throatily. His all-too-sensitive member slid against the skin of her abdomen while his hands began to guide her legs apart.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele nodded, her hands framing his face. She kissed his forehead, his nose, and then his lips. The kiss itself, as well as her gentle nod, was the invitation he desired. He needed never to ask. "I am yours to have," she whispered to him. "Always."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's eyes lit with supernatural energy. Her words alone forced him to bite back a groan. He found his way to the place he wanted to be, his place with the woman he loved. His breath poured out in a sultry hum as he guided himself slowly inside of her, wrapped to the hilt in her tight, incredible heat. His lips melded to hers as he slid in slow, deep thrusts. His arms curled under her, as if there was anywhere she could go from beneath him, and clasped their bodies together. His firm muscles rippled against her softer skin as he moved inside her. He couldn't bring himself to part from her lips, so what would have been needful bedroom talk was translated instead in the form of Vlad moaning tightly against her lips.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's hands curled around his arms as he held her tight against him. His caring touch, the gentle, loving way he took her, tugged at her heart. Each thrust made her gasp or moan with pleasure. Still, she thought how lucky she was to have a man who could make her feel this way, make her love this much. The higher he drove her, the tighter her grip grew on him, as if she needed to make sure he was real.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's breath quickened as Tenele's body responded to him. It was so sexy, the way she moved beneath him. The way she looked up at him. He raised himself on his arms enough to watch her, while he drowned deeper and deeper in the sensation. He finally rose up on his knees and took her thighs in his hand, guiding her legs over his shoulders. It was a more strenuous position, but also let him go deeper. He made sure not to get too rough, and he really didn't need to, as he grasped her hips and pulled her deep over him with each jerk of his hips. "Ahh," he moaned, beside himself with pleasure.

[Emora Deen]

"Oh!" Tenele moaned, digging her fingers into the silk-covered sand beside her head. Her other hand clutched the earth near his knees. It felt entirely too good. Her body was on fire, each thrust sending ripples of electricity through her body. She hissed through gritted teeth, trying not to be as loud as her body begged her to be. "More," she murmured, feeling her body tighten as it grew closer to the edge. She liked to watch his face, to watch him enjoy her. How silly it had been for her to think that Atul was what he wanted more...

* * *

Atul was walking back towards the house when he spotted them beneath the rocky overhang. He fought every desire he had to join them, and instead put a hand up so he couldn't see them and kept walking. He smiled as he skipped up the steps of the house. The King went into the bedroom that had gone unused that night in favor of the porch and he looked around. He thought that tonight would be special for Tenele, but also a little nerve racking as she'd be laying with a man she was unaccustomed too. So, the king went about the room lighting candles. He drew back one edge of the mosquito net curtain draped around the bed and turned down the sheets, and other small seemingly worthless details that he thought might make the room more comfortable and inviting.