Mature: Desert Moon

[Emora Deen]

Tenele squirmed atop of the crate, to drugged with need to care if she couldn't move her hands. In the blurriness of desire, there was something exciting about not being able to touch him when she desperately wanted too. Her hooded gaze watched his hands slide over her skin and take her legs and part them. The anticipation of wandering what he planned to do made her try and lift off the crate to watch. She couldn't. For a moment she wanted to panic, but she swallowed it. Her heart racing with need, she settled back against the crate.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smiled as he sensed a familiar rhythm from his wife's heart. Not fear. Anticipation. His confidence leapt back in bounds. "I am yours, my love," he murmured against her skin in a soft vow. "All that I am is yours." He angled his hips and pressed himself against her opening, firm and teasing. A moment later, he slid slowly inside with a ragged breath, filling her to the hilt.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele groaned, her muscles tightening around him. She closed her eyes and exhaled a ragged breath. Her green gaze fluttered open to take in the sight of his body connected to hers. She looked at the muscles of his abdomen, his chest, his face. The way his hands looked around her skin. Her hips moved, begging him to keep going, to not stop. "More," she whispered heatedly. "Show me more."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad growled in approval and entered her in long, gliding thrusts. His friction-warmed hands massaged her inner thighs while he pumped inside of her, a stark contrast to her neglected upper body and hands that couldn't move to touch him or herself. He loved being connected to her. Low sounds escaped his throat as he made sure she felt every inch of him.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele moaned, rocking against each thrust. She wanted those hands everywhere on her. She wanted to feel him pressed hard against her. A high yelp escaped her when he hit the right spot. She tried to cover her own mouth to stifle it, knowing that the area they were in wasn't exactly private. But, no matter how she moved her hands they didn't dislodge from the crate.

She wanted to touch him, to grab hold of his hair, to drag her nails along his flesh, to pinch his skin with her teeth. But, her torture was her bliss. All she could do was take him, and oh did she take him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad grinned breathlessly as he heard her squeak. So that was still her spot... He teased her a few more minutes, then released her hands a drew her to sit up against him. His hands slid under her and supported her weight as he stood up, their bodies still joined. "Tenele," he purred, turning and pinning her between his body and the warm wooden wall. "I am going to love you until you can't take any more." His lips brushed her neck in a smooth promise as he took full advantage of their new position.

[Emora Deen]

"Ah!" she cried as he started again, curling her legs around his waist. The feel of him pressed hard against her, exactly as she wanted it, made her deliriously happy. Her hands curled in his hair and around his neck. His promise take her until she couldn't take anymore sent electricity through her. Her lips found his shoulder and she pinched the skin with her teeth, huffing against him. "Vlad..." she worshipped. "...husband." Tenele took his face in her hands and she kissed him. "Harder." She pressed her forehead to his. "Show me what I liked. I will not fear you."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad shuddered, almost faltering. Husband. The word sang through him. It was impossible to explain how much that word meant to him, but somehow he was sure she knew. It was the way she said it. She knew.

That was when he first noticed it. The small, hard surface pinned between their chests. A cool, smooth metal. All this time, and it hadn't burned him. Even on the island, it had barely warded him off. It certainly hadn't torn through his flesh like it first had.

It brought him strength. Confidence that he hadn't felt since before Maxwell. He didn't say a word, but his eyes were wet as he pressed his lips desperately to hers and thrust into her. He knew the right angle. He knew the right force. He could drive her to climax in less than a minute if he chose, and right now, he wanted that moment. He wanted that joining with every breath and every heartbeat that passed between them. His hips rocked in hard bursts inside her, striking the same spot with no mercy and no hesitation. His lips found her neck, and he grazed along her skin. The bite was the only thing soft and slow amidst the speed and power of his body. His teeth entered her and his mind filled her, connecting their bodies and showing her everything.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele cried out, clutching him for dear life. Her nails dug into his skin as her climax built. Hard fast, her body shook with each driven hit. And she loved it. She loved everything about it, even the pinch of his fangs. Then, his mind flooded hers with sweet life and ecstasy until her world just shattered. The pieces fell, but his body didn't stop, and they collected again. Mounting higher and higher and... She screamed. Again? How could she feel that much pleasure again so fast. Her hands tightened to the point of being painful on any normal person, and her legs locked harshly around him. "Vlad!" she warned, pleading. She wasn't sure her sanity could cope with another burst of pleasure so strong. "Please... come. Come in me."

[Soran Nightblade]

"You too," the Vampire growled, demanding, soaring. "With me." His nerves were already drawing together hard and tight, ready to burst. His pace was relentless and deep, sparing nothing and showing her his length. His breath escaped in a groan. "Tenele!" He answered every need in her mind before she could voice it, except her need for mercy. He showed none, moaning as her body drew him higher and higher until he couldn't move anymore without coming. He didn't stop. The climax tore a cry from his throat, and moved inside her with deep, jerking thrusts.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele lost her voice as a third wave of impossible bliss rolled over her. She held onto him too tightly, rocking hard for the impact of such endless pleasure. When she finally could breath she exhaled in hard ragged breaths, trembling with the aftershocks of so many orgasms one after the other. She had a feeling that he was the only one capable of making any woman feel that way, and he was all hers... Sort of. She also shared him with a king, but she was willing to over look that for this one beautiful moment.

Her body felt blissfully numb, and her legs quivered. She doubted she could stand on them as she was. She burrowed her face against him, her fingers dancing lightly over his skin.

What does one say after that? she thought. Thank you? No... Nothing. She couldn't think of a single thing to say to that. So, she kissed him. Slow, sensual, and a little lazy, like she was proving how thoroughly she was spent.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad met her kiss with long, slow caresses as their lips and tongues met. *I love you,* his mind whispered over and over into hers, barely conscious he was thinking it. He was thinking that he couldn't understand how he'd even existed at all before loving her.

And then a flicker of sensation too immediate to be either of theirs at the moment came to his mind. He took a moment to realize who it was, still inside his mind. *Did you find someplace private, Atul?* he directed to the man teasingly..

[Emora Deen]

*As private as one can get on this damn ship,* he huffed, even breathless in his mind. The King looked up from where he sat on the floor, his pants open and his softening member in his hand. The sensations he'd felt from Vlad had been too much, and he'd excused himself to a small closet on a quieter side of the ship. Being inside her... Vlad's pleasure... It had been a little too much to ignore. Now, feeling her... It was so familiar. He'd missed it so much... But, it wasn't as it always had been, and he realized that very quickly when he felt a sharp withdraw from her.

Tenele stiffened at the voices floating inside her head, but more so at the stranger there. What was he doing there? How could she hear him like that? Her eyes darted up to her husband questioningly. She could feel Vlad. Feel him inside her head. She could feel the other man too. She could sense their sensations. Whatever they touched, she knew. She could feel what it was like to be inside her, through her husband.

That meant...

Tenele pushed hard on Vlad's chest. What was this? Had he known? Did he purposefully share her with the King? Even if they had been together willingly before that didn't make it right this time. She didn't know him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad jerked back as the ring between them started to singe. For a second, he was completely confused. Then it hit him, and her thoughts made sense. "I'd forgotten," he breathed honestly. Crap, how could he have not thought this through? His panic surged through all three minds at once. *I'm sorry,* he burst out to both of them. *I will purge the blood, and you two will be separate.* The vampire glanced around. This was not the place to bleed himself out. He had to dress, and get to the deck. Now, before they hurt each other any further. There was no point in thinking about the ring that just rejected him. He knew what it meant. It was done. He'd almost been with her again, and he'd blown it.

No, crap, no more thinking. They'd both hear every word. No thinking no thinking, he swore to his racing thoughts as he let Tenele down and made a grab for his pants off the floor.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele was already in tears as she collected her clothing. He forgot? He forgot he had someone else along for the ride? That he'd let someone else... in her. Her legs still trembled, non-functioning after his thoroughness. She crumpled between the crates, holding fast to the fabric. Even if this other man had been a lover. She didn't know him like that. She hadn't given permission for that.

*Tenele...* Atul breathed, realizing what she thought. *No, this was an accident. We didn't plan it. I swear.*