Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's body begged for rest, but he could feel his interest starting up again despite himself. It was impossible not to when Atul was pounding into him. The vampire raised himself a few inches higher , holding Tenele up with him and giving Atul the space to do whatever he liked, as hard and deep as he liked. He ground his renewed hardon against Tenele and occasionally fought back against Atul with thrusts of his own when he didn't feel they went deep enough.

"Atul," Vlad choked out between thrusts. "I want you...behind me..." It was quite a thing, to ask the man to take up dominance, but giving Atul what he wanted was also a form of seduction to the vampire.

[Emora Deen]

Atul grinned, pushing up on his elbows. He pressed his lips to Tenele's spine, dragging his teeth over the skin. "I need you to reposition... so I can give your husband what he desires."

Tenele nodded as Atul pushed against both of them and slipped out from under the two. He straightened, running his fingers over the them and kissing each one. Then, he positioned himself behind Vlad, fisting his hands on the vampires hips.

He pressed his lips to Vlad's back and forced the vampire into the angle and position he wanted. Then, he entered Vlad with full force and no mercy. In the haze of lust he didn't even notice the wound in Vlad's shoulder until he straightened to begin his assault. It caused the king to fumble, but only for a second. He was concerned, that wasn't a question, but he was also aware that pleasure could drive out pain...

And Atul was planning to give Vlad both.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad had meant to include Tenele in his newest position. He really had. But as soon as Atul began hammering against him, tearing and bruising flesh, he knew the man's needs would not line up with the gentle ferocity he usually showed his wife. He fisted one hand tightly in the sheets, stabilizing him as he ground out halting cries of growing ecstasy. His other hand roamed down across his own body and took his renewed need tightly. He made sure Tenele felt every wave of pleasure he inflicted on himself, while his composure grew steadily thinner.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele squirmed, the potency of Vlad's power clear in the way she struggled before him. Atul pressed his lips to Vlad's shoulder and watched her from where he ploughed into her husband. "I'm sorry," he moaned. "I may have been over eager..."

Atul reached around Vlad for Tenele and grabbed hold of her ankle. He drew the woman closer to them. He bit Vlad's ear. "Take her again. She wants it."

Tenele looked up at her husband, her arms curled across her chest as she tried to regain her breath.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's body trembled as he raised his gaze to Tenele's erotic form next to him. He couldn't bear to admit that he was already running out of time again. What was wrong with his body today? He rose up on his knees and pulled Tenele lovingly into place in front of him. He slid his swollen organ all the way into her welcoming heat, and nearly melted right there.

"Ahh, Tenele," he moaned against her back, his hands cupping her breasts

[Emora Deen]

Tenele moaned, pressing her forehead into the sheets. She pushed back against him, and clutched the smooth table surface, unable to find purchase to cling too, as Atul started his more forceful attack. He was determined to make Vlad crumble, and Tenele didn't mind.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad struggled with the growing pressure inside of him, almost painfully strong, cresting powerfully higher and higher until he could hardly breathe. "Shit," he gasped, grunting with each hard thrust. It forced him to match the same pace inside Tenele, though it was much more rapid than he was ready for, especially now that he could feel her through the link as well.

He could have screamed, he was so desperate to climax and at the same time determined not to lose to Atul twice in one night. If he could bite the man, he could turn the tables, but this position gave him zero control or access to Atul's body. He had to just take it. And god, he was taking it. He had to let go of Tenele's chest and clasp his hands over her hips for dear life. "Tenele," he sighed breathlessly as the feeling began to swell up inside him. "Uh. I can't...mn...hah...Ah!"

[Emora Deen]

Atul grunted, showing no room for mercy. "Almost," he groaned, his breath hitching. "I'm close... I'm..." He tilted his head back, roaring with the fury of his climax. Relentlessly claiming the vampire.

Tenele could feel her husband shattering apart. It sent her screaming into the against the table. When the feeling shuddered through her Tenele collapsed beneath her husband, the only real thing keeping her from melting into a puddle were his hard hands on her hips.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad managed not to actually shake as he lowered himself against Tenele and let the aftermath of his climax roll through him. "Holy...." he muttered to himself.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smiled as she pressed her cheek to her arms and rested there with his weight above her. Atul slipped out of Vlad and fell gently across the tabletop next to Tenele. He curled his fingers in her silver hair and look at the man draped across her back with a proud smirk. "We didn't break the table... we obviously didn't try hard enough."

Tenele shook her head. "No, you were hard enough..."

Atul chuckled lightly, giving a heavy sigh. He turned his eyes op to the bedroom door where the servant had patiently been waiting... and probably listening to the whole affair. He pursed his lips together. That was of course, unless Vlad actually DID kill him.

[Soran Nightblade]

The very thought of Atul being hard enough brought Vlad's body to attention despite itself. Vlad pocketed his hard-on against Tenele's back, not sure he wanted to invite more attention from the demigod just now. He'd been cooped up in hospital beds and given almost no control over his life for the past week and a half, and the man had just proven how feisty he could be when he was cooped up too long. "I suspect our guest will be asleep. I took just enough that he should have only very interesting dreams to tell of his stay here." Even though their lovemaking was done, everything Vlad said seemed to come out in his bedroom voice. It was an interesting habit his body had.

[Emora Deen]

"Hmm..." Tenele mused dreamily, feeling her husband press against her back. She didn't think she could move if she wanted too, and she really didn't want too. But, trying to figure out their sleeping arrangements for the night would be interesting. Especially if they all tried to pile onto that very tiny straw bed upstairs. But, the idea of sleeping very tightly wedged between them, or a top them, was pleasantly appealing. "I love you," she murmured to the both of them.

Atul smiled softly, reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad was in heaven just being piled up on the table. He put his arms around everything he could reach and breathed deeply, enjoying the quiet afterglow.

[Emora Deen]

Atul sighed, feeling a heavy weariness sink in after exerting so much energy in the quest to break the vampire. He nuzzled closer, closing his eyes as he settled in there. "If we fall a sleep like this we will all be very sore," he admitted, slipping off the table top and standing. "Come on," he urged Vlad, tugging on the vampire's arm. "Let's drag ourselves up to bed."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad wasn't terribly helpful in Atul's relocation plan. Once he turned enough to see the king, he trapped the man against him and pressed his lips to Atul's possessively. His body would complain if he tried to do anything more tonight, but that didn't stop his dominant side from the drive to assert himself to them both. They'd probably fall asleep long before he got bored of roaming his hands and lips over their spent bodies.