Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's shallow smirk transformed into a more genuine grin as his wife crashed into him. He kissed her neck, nearly drunk from the excited beating of her pulse and her wonderful scent.

"L....L-Lady Tenele!" the servant bowed deeply as he realized who he was standing with.

"Oh, I brought home a snack," Vlad waved offhandedly toward the man.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele blinked at the man. "Oh," she muttered. "Snack?" she turned her eyes on Vlad curiously. The man didn't seem to be a threat, and Vlad wasn't treating him like the enemy, so she wondered why he was there and if he really was snack.

"You interrupted my bath, Dracul," Atul muttered as he sauntered the last few steps down with a white towel hanging very, very loosely around his hips. "I was just about to seduce your wife." He stepped down into the main floor, resting his gaze on Vlad and then letting them flicker to the other figure in the room.

[Soran Nightblade]

If the servant had been stunned by Tenele's appearance, he was beyond mortified to find himself suddenly in his king's presence...and disrobed, to boot. He crumpled to his knees and pressed his forehead to the floor with gusto. "Your Highness!" he cried out.

[Emora Deen]

Atul reached up and scratched the back of his head as he looked down at the servant. He was used to dealing with concubines, because well... they were paid to see him naked. He wasn't sure how to approach his other subjects when the matter arose. "What did you bring him here for?" Atul asked Vlad curiously. "And for Gods sakes, rise man. Its not like you haven't seen a male body before."

Tenele took the edges of Vlad's cloak and drew them around her like wings curled over her. It was a nice effect since it pinned her to him. She was sure he wouldn't stay that way, especially if he meant to eat the man.

[Soran Nightblade]

"He followed me home. Can I keep him?" Vlad scoffed to Atul. Stalker trotted down the stairs and appeared behind the king, casting the servant a passionless ruby glare.

The vampire stepped to Tenele's side and hauled the man up by the back of his collar, like a puppy held at the scruff. "What's your name, boy?"

"P..Pete," the man stammered, trying to get his feet to reach the ground.

Vlad turned his eyes back to Atul. "I want you to promote Pete. Before I eat him."

[Emora Deen]

Atul blinked at Vlad. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked the vampire, giving Tenele a concerned glance. Tenele shook her head, indicating she had no idea what was going on. "I'm not sure what the point of promoting him would be if you intend to eat him, but very well. You're promoted... to the next level of whatever it is you do. What is it that you do, exactly?"

[Soran Nightblade]

"I'm a handservant in the royal court, my lady. And it's really not necessary for you to know my name, or to promote me," he waved his hands frantically.

"Can you read and write?" Vlad asked. When Pete nodded slightly, Vlad lowered him to the ground. "Court clerk, then."

"You already have a court clerk," Pete warned.

"He bores me. He can have your job."

"Your highness, please!" Pete nearly sobbed in horror at the idea.

"Very well, you're promoted, let's have our little encounter you were so revved up about," Vlad steered the boy casually into a lower floor bedroom. "And Atul, if you seduce my wife, I expect you to save some for me. That includes both of you, of course," he murmured dizzily.

[Emora Deen]

Atul arched an eyebrow as Vlad entered the room. He then turned his gaze on Tenele. "Okay, that was odd," he admitted as he curled his fingers around her arm. "But, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised... I don't suspect he'll kill the boy. So, I'm not feeling rushed to run in there and stop him. Besides, he looked like he needed to eat..."

Tenele stared at the door, nodding while she listened to him. She still felt puzzled by her husband's actions. Her curiosity was drowned out by a flutter of butterflies in her stomach when Atul arched his head down and nibbled on the skin of her neck and then her ear. His hot breath fanned out across her flesh, sending a shiver through her.

He trailed his lips over her shoulders, tugging the cloak away from her and guiding her back towards the kitchen table. Tenele bumped into it, and the wood groaned across the floor. She fisted her hands in his hair. "This is not the most applicable place for this," she breathed, watching the King kiss his way down to her navel. Tenele stole his towel from around her waist and curled it against her chest.

"If Vlad is getting dinner, I thought I might as well eat too... You're obviously the tastiest thing in the house," he murmured against her flesh.

"You should take it easy!" she protested. Tenele's cheeks flushed, embarrassed by the idea of the boy Vlad had brought home leaving to find them in such a position.

But, Atul didn't want to rest, and he was quiet happy with the location. He was feeling better than he had in days.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad cornered the younger man against the wall and privately enjoyed his nervous adrenaline. Outside the room, he could easily hear what Atul and Tenele were doing. The thought raised every muscle in his body to attention. "I may have lied to you, after all, Peter," Vlad whispered beside his ear with a smirk.

"This won't hurt. Quite the opposite."

A minute and a half later, the servant slumped to the floor in speechless exhaustion, two neat scars in the side of his neck, the front of his pants soaked with his own seed.

"Sorry. I might have overdone it," Vlad smirked, his body drunk on the blood he'd finally taken. The sound of his lovers outside the room was enough to drive him mad with need, and now he finally had enough strength to do something about it.

Vlad set a glass of water in the young man's shaky hands. "All of it," he directed. Then lie back a few minutes until your body adjusts. I'll be back to return you to the palace."

He stepped back outside the room and shut the door behind him. He went still and took in the sight of Atul eating out his wife on the table. Vlad's gaze flickered with neon interest as he prowled toward them. A single thought dismissed Stalker to guard the child upstairs. Vlad knew where he wanted to be, and slid into their heated lovemaking as naturally as a snake coils over itself. In moments he covered Tenele's mouth with his own, his tongue sliding between her lips. He knelt on the table next to her, and his hands found their way to her breasts, squeezing in firm, kneading strokes across her soft skin.

[Emora Deen]

Atul had already managed to reduce her to a squirming, breathless mess, and now Vlad had come to help. She kissed Vlad with a moan, curling her fingers around the back of his head as she knotted the others in Atul's hair.

How in the world had she gotten so lucky as to have two of them...

Tenele turned her attention to Vlad's neck, biting into the skin. Atul had driven the care from her, and she no longer worried about the young servant walking in on them. In fact, the only thing she could really focus on was Atul's tongue dragging across her skin, and his fingers probing her flesh.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad made a low groan of approval as he felt her blunt teeth find his neck. He turned his head to the side to expose himself to her, and in doing so gave himself a wonderful view of what Atul was doing to her down lower. The sight, along with her soft sounds against his neck, dragged him deeper and deeper into the moment with them. His need stood heavy and full between his legs, and he felt drunk as her teeth grazed him again.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele bit him harsher. There was a dark desire to send him into that maddening frenzy that she'd only managed to drive him into a few times... with coercion. It was reckless to push those buttons on a being that balanced on the edge of beast, but Tenele enjoyed her husband's animal side as much as she did his gentle intimacy.

Atul drew his lips away just as she was nearing a climax, which made Tenele groan with frustration. Her body wiggled for his touch, and her legs curled against his back to draw him near.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad hissed, harsh and eager as her teeth tortured his skin. "Yes," he made the word more like a command. He traced his fingers torturously slow across the skin of her stomach, just down to where Atul's mouth had nearly brought her overboard. He hand skimmed over her there, and his teeth grazed lightly along her shoulder, nipping with sharp fangs down her breasts to her nipples, where his tongue joined the party. He didn't just want to take her tonight. He wanted to consume her, and tease her until she begged him for mercy. Only that gave him the patience to move so torturously slow, when truly he just wanted to enter her and let her take him over as rapidly as he'd brought the servant boy to his limit.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's hips lifted in invitation to his touch. She liked the hard bites, the light scratch of his fangs across his skin. She fisted her hands in the short hair at the top of his head, while Atul came around behind him.

The King turned his teeth to the muscle on Vlad's back, his hand slid around the front of the vampire and fisted his need, stroking several quick firm pumps before he stopped touching Vlad all together, save the harsh pinching bites across the vampire's skin. It seemed all of them were in torturing moods that night.

[Soran Nightblade]

The king's behavior only served to rile Vlad's dark side further. The vampire snarled in pleasure, and his teeth grew sharper against Tenele's skin. He turned slightly on the table and ran his tongue down across her stomach before nipping and suckling at her inner thighs. Each time Atul bit him, it jolted through him like an electric current. His breath came thicker as he reached back and clasped Atul's organ. His hand moved in tight, merciless strokes over his hot length while he focused on licking his way closer and closer to Tenele's center, prickling with his teeth as he went.

He was busy trying spare enough sense to figure out how to completely possess both of them at the same time, but his dominant side needed focus to truly be in control, and what they did to him wasn't the most conducive to focus at the moment. The resulting semi-submission he was left with filled him with alarm and frantic ecstasy.