Mature: Desert Moon

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smiled at her husband. "Alright," she whispered. She wasn't quite sure what Vlad was requesting, especially since they had new rules. So she would start off and work her way into it. She pushed against her husband to get him to give her some space. She was a little disappointed when he had to leave her, and she felt an emptiness in his wake.

Tenele squirmed around, rolling over to face Atul. He was going to roll onto her back, but she grabbed his arm. "Stay on your side," she whispered. "For now."

Atul blinked with confusion and then watched as the maiden kissed her way down his chest. She nibbled on his skin. His breath grew heavy as she reached his lower abdomen. She took him in her hands and worked him gently. He thrusted his hips into her grasp. His eyes lifted to Vlad, but clenched shut with a moan as he felt the warm wet heat of Tenele's mouth around him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad watched, transfixed for several moments before he turned his attention to Atul with a heavy-lidded gaze. He stepped off the bed and came and relocated the oil on the end table. The vampire set it aside for the moment and knelt at the foot of the bed. He clutched Atul's top leg and lifted it at the knee, pushing it up until he was spread wide. It seemed too hasty to try to enter Atul, not until he knew more about the man's buttons. He had a lot of experience to catch up to, but he had some ideas, and suddenly all he could think about was trying them. He cupped a hand lightly around Atul's balls and pulled back on them slightly while Tenele sucked on his member. He was pleased to see that the goatee wasn't the only thing he'd shaved. Leaning forward, Vlad took one of them into his mouth and rolled it against his tongue.

[Emora Deen]

Atul groaned deeper, his body jerking at the new sensation. "Mmmm," he sighed, smiling. "I feel like I'm being spoiled." He ran his fingers through Tenele's hair. "Suck harder," he whispered. "Both of you." Tenele disobeyed. She drew away for a breath and dragged her tongue up the length of his cock to the base. She licked like a cat for a several long tantalizing minutes until Atul was huffing with frustration. Then, she took him again and gave him what he wanted.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad sucked at his skin, delighted to have found a new sensitive spot on the man. He was firm, but careful not to make the pressure painful. He released him for a minute and licked the stretch of skin that connected back to his body. His fingers dipped hungrily into the oil pot, coming out dripping and slick. He rubbed his fingertips over Atul's ass, kneading at the extremely tight knot of skin. He snickered to himself. The man had probably never accepted a finger, let alone anything larger, there.

His sadistic side grew gleeful as he poked one of his smaller digits slowly into the tight space.

[Emora Deen]

Atul stiffened, and immediately tried to relax. He groaned loudly, knotting his hands in Tenele's hair. "Fuck yea," he sighed, feeling excitement swell in his belly. He rocked his hips gently, careful to not be too forceful. He was loving the new sensation.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad bit his lip, fascinated. He massaged gently, then slowly pressed his middle finger and ring finger in together. It was so tight he was actually amazed. Was this what he felt like to Atul? He loved the way it hurt, but he couldn't even imagine getting inside the man with his size. It seemed like it would cause serious injury. That couldn't be enjoyable to a normal person...

He thought of Tenele, and flushed. He had a slight edge on Atul where length was concerned, but girth-wise.... how had Tenele managed that?

The vampire was so fascinated and confused that he didn't even realize he'd slid all three fingers inside of him.

[Emora Deen]

"Hah! Huh... Ugh" Atul grunted. "Tenele," he warned. The combination of Vlad's fingers and her, his body was at war with pain and pleasure and he was afraid he'd start thrusting wildly into her mouth and hurt her. Tenele sucked on the tip before drawing away with a loud pop. Atul heaved air into his lungs. It was tight, and while Atul had a high threshold for pain... this was different sort of pain. Tenele wrapped her hand around him and slid up to be level with his face.

"Concentrate on my touch," she whispered to him, working her hand around him. "Relax..."

Atul nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. He slipped his hand down between her legs. She smiled seductively as he slipped his fingers inside.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad snarled with pleasure as he felt the man tense and grow nervous. He cared deeply for his lover, but each time the man started to nervously retreat from him, he pushed in deeper, high on his predatory instincts. He leaned in against Atul's balls and sucked at them firmly. Meanwhile, his fingers hooked around and rubbed at that hard bundle of nerves where Atul always drove him over the edge. He groaned with excitement. It was growing hard to ignore his aching hard-on.

[Emora Deen]

Atul stared into Tenele's eyes while Vlad worked his fingers in him. She watched the change of expressions from tense to pleased and back to tense. "Does that feel good?" she asked him, squeezing her hand around him firmly. "Do you like his fingers inside?"

Atul nodded. "Yes," he breathed.

"Do you want more?" Tenele whispered, kissing him.

"Yes," he whimpered. His fingers worked inside of her, but he was too distracted by Vlad's touch to be truly pleasing.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad released Atul's balls and licked his lips, deeply aroused by Atul's whimpered response to Tenele's question. The more he admitted his pleasure, the easier it got for the vampire to take advantage of his tension. He still couldn't believe he could really do this without injuring the man. That thought kept him from getting carried away. He took a decent share of oil and rubbed it generously over his engorged member. He wiped off his hands and stretched out behind the man's back. He pulled Atul's leg up and toward his chest, leaving him even more exposed. Vlad positioned gently against Atul and nibbled on his flank. "Tell me you want me," he purred, part tease and part promise. He pressed dangerously hard to Atul's opening, which resulted in almost no forward progress. Vlad paled a little. He'd thought at the least the tip would be forced in with this much pressure.

[Emora Deen]

Atul took a deep breath. "I want you," he replied dryly, staring at Tenele. "I want you." He pushed back against Vlad, wincing. Tenele framed his face with her hands before she kissed him. Tenele kissed her way down his body again and used her mouth as a distraction from the pain. Her fingers spread out over his abdomen.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad wrapped his arms around Atul's waist, pulling against his weight as a counterbalance, and drove slowly forward until the thickest part of him was in. It was so tight...more than any body or mouth he'd ever been inside.

[Emora Deen]

Atul didn't breathe. He knotted his hands in the sheets. He concentrated on Tenele's hot mouth. But, even it wasn't enough pleasure to make the pain ebb. He'd get used to it. Was this what it felt like for Tenele? He suddenly felt the need to apologise. A rush of air escaped his lungs when he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He huffed hard gasps. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Atul groaned to Vlad. "Tight. Its hard to last," he warned.

[Soran Nightblade]

"I bet you wish," Vlad scoffed nervously. The man's joking was a good sign, but he couldn't stop thinking he might rip the man in half. Tenele could handle it...it must be okay. Lots of people did this, right? He slid out slightly, then pushed all the way in, shuddering at the pressure. "Uh," he grunted, his nails driving lightly into the king's chest. Holding still was torture. He decided to keep moving. He drew most of the way out, and glided back into the slippery-tight opening with a slight thrust.

[Emora Deen]

"Ah!" Atul cried, even at the slightest thrust. Tenele sucked harder, massaged him. She drew away and pumped him fiercely with her hand. "Hah!" he thrust into her hand for a second. He couldn't understand these conflicting pleasure and pain sensations. "Tenele," he muttered. "I can't believe you let me..."

"It gets better," Tenele told him slipping up to kiss his lips. "Vlad's bite ebbed the pain until my body finally grew accustomed to you. I don't think I would have been able to take you without that. It doesn't hurt so much anymore. It isn't the most pleasant feeling at first, but.... it turns...amazing."

Atul nodded like a drugged man.