Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Her words ripped a groan from his throat and sent his whole body on fire with need. He wasn't used to her being so explicit, but it was easy to get sucked into her frenzy, and he could certainly do vulgar when the mood struck him. His movements grew jerky as climax tore into him. "So good...Tenele, I'm gonna fucking come inside you...Ah!" he gasped desperately. He thrust as far in as he could go and rocked into her in burst after burst of orgasm.

[Emora Deen]

"Ah! Ahh! Yes! Come! Come in me!" She screamed, her legs knotting around his waist as she felt him fill her. Her body rocked against him, wanting all of him, every last bit. Her body shook, trembled with the aftershocks of an orgasm. She sank back into the bed, her body not wanting to let go of him. If he were able to go again, she'd devour him with a joyous welcoming. She clenched her eyes, heaving tight breaths, and felt her body shaking with the beat of her heart.

"Gods," she murmured, running her hands over him. She took his face and kissed him, probing his mouth with her tongue. "I like it when you talk like that," she giggled innocently. She nuzzled into his flesh, her body slick and warm.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad sighed at the euphoria of her fingers tracing over his skin. Again, so much pleasure, more than his body could handle, and nothing but riveting pride at what he knew perfectly well he'd just put her through. "You can make me talk like that any time you wish," he purred against her neck, settling down with her in the sheets.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele sighed pleasantly against him, closing her eyes and enjoying the pleasant hum of her content body. Now that they had settled and the room was quiet save the panting and the crackle of the fire, she picked up the sound of Atul's laboured breaths, his grunts.

He stood, wiping his body clean with the towel. His need still stood at half-attention as he walked to them. "May I join in holding you?" he purred, kneeling on the bed.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad rolled gently to Tenele's good side, drawing her with him so their bodies could remain connected. He gazed over his shoulder at Atul, interesting making him fill slightly within Tenele. "Lover," he purred, his arm raising in invitation, making room against Tenele's exposed, slender back.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele settled in against Vlad, loving that he hadn't left her yet, that she could still fill him buried inside. She rocked her hips just to show her appreciation as a wash of heat pressed in against her back. She could feel the contours of his muscles against her body.

"How did I get so lucky," she murmured against Vlad's skin. "To have two god-like men to bed?"

Atul chuckled, the sound rumbling through her. "You were truly blessed by the gods," he replied, his lips tickling her shoulder. He snaked an arm around her, slipping it between her body and Vlad's.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad murmured something under his breath, huffing cool air down Tenele's chest as she wiggled against him. He enjoyed the fact that they both seemed happy about their strange arrangement together, and Tenele's flattery was dangerously good for his ego. His body was not doing a great job of calming down. His fingers drifted along Atul's muscled back and lightly cupped his ass. "Holy hell," he muttered, trying not to move around and draw too much attention to his renewed hard-on.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele could feel Vlad growing hard inside her, and it turned her on. She was going to calm down, she wasn't going to push him just yet... But, she was pressed between too naked men. She had one inside her, and the other she could feel growing hard behind her. She moaned softly, rocking her hips against him, which also made her rock against Atul's exposed body. She felt him jerk behind her, and his breath thicken. He pressed hot open mouth kisses to her back. "Again?" she whispered to Vlad, her lips brushing his before she kissed him.

Atul's hand drifted up and down Vlad's side. He lifted up and leaned across Tenele to kiss Vlad, and when he was done he turned his mouth to Tenele. He pressed his hips against her. "I'm sorry," he apologised, settling back down behind her. He huffed. "I'll behave."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad closed his eyes and melted into her kiss, his body helplessly hard again inside her. He couldn't help it. He didn't know how he'd ever grow calm enough, even if they took turns enduring him all night. "I'm in heaven," he moaned with soft urgency. "Atul, if you keep breathing like that, I won't be held responsible for what I do to you."

[Emora Deen]

Atul grinned at Vlad's words, dragging his tongue up Tenele's spine. He cupped his hand over her ass and squeezed, before giving her a sharp light smack. She yelped, completely surprised by that. "I'm in the daring sort of mood," he admitted to Vlad. "I'd like to see just what you'd do to me."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad exhaled in a moan. Tenele's adorable reaction had a not-so-innocent effect on his predatory side. "Oh would you," he teased darkly, his member straining against the tightness of Tenele's body around him. The vampire's fingers drifted lower on Atul's ass, massaging him meaningfully. He'd never actually taken Atul that way before. He wondered how the man would react to it. Unlike himself, he doubted the king was a masochist. And unlike Atul, Vlad had no experience with men. For those reasons, he'd never tried to be dominant where that was concerned.

[Emora Deen]

Atul smiled, a beautiful charming smile. He pressed a smiling kiss to Tenele's shoulder. "Yes," he replied huskily. His hands ran over Tenele's waist and hip, he was gentler around her bruises. "Surprise me."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad kissed Tenele's shoulder and ran his tongue along her skin. "Tenele," he murmured, "What do you think I should do to our king." His blunt finger pressed in against Atul's opening, stretching it teasingly.

[Emora Deen]

Atul exhaled a ragged breath, pressing his hips forward into Tenele. His blue eyes went wild, staring into Vlad.

"Hmm," Tenele sighed, tapping her chin lightly. "So many choices..." She leaned forward and whispered into his ear a list of options ranging from taking the king with his mouth to taking the king from behind, and a hoard of other ones in between. "One of those," she smirked. "What should I do?"

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad closed his eyes, his lips tracing along her neck. By the time she was done describing her list of fantasies, Vlad was squirming inside her. It was hard to tell what was hotter; thinking about doing what she suggested, or the fact that she asked him to. Either way, he was hot and bothered into a frenzy. "I may need you to...take his mind off some things," he said teasingly. His face grew more passionate as he met her eyes longingly. "I want to see what you do to him, Tenele," he requested. The request was careful, almost shy.