Mature: Desert Moon

[Emora Deen]

Tenele reached up and wiped her eyes. She felt Atul's soothing fingers on her hip. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She didn't believe Vlad. As much as she wanted to. She was still too afraid, if he were lying... and she hurt him.

"Its okay," she sighed softly. "We can just lie here like this. I'm okay with this. I really am. I'm so happy you want to hold me."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad didn't know what to say without making things worse. He was doing things wrong, but he also didn't see a better option. He wasn't about to wait around feeling hopeless. He was taking charge of his situation and making things better. Wasn't that what Sinead was telling him? Not that she mattered in all of this. The next time he found himself making love to his wife, he was going to take care of her, no matter what went through his mind momentarily. He was stronger than this. He was stronger than just about anything.

He continued to hold her close, through to morning.

[Emora Deen]

The bright morning light crested over the ocean horizon and across the city, through the open balcony doors. Tenele stared at the molten orange and burning rose blister the darkened sky. She hadn't slept well, and when she did she had fitful dreams. Her subconscious seemed determined to imagine what Vlad had seen and what was going on in his head. She was thankful to greet the rising sun.

Her gaze wandered then to the handsome face of her husband. She wasn't entirely convinced he was sleeping. He could often hide it very well, and liked to pretend to sleep along with them. Then, again, with how trying the last month was for him, she suspected that he might have been run down enough to actually let sleep take him.

Tenele rolled gently to face the other man in her bed, taking in the dark olive skin and his peaceful expression. He'd somehow wandered away from them in his sleep. She slipped away from Vlad to curl closer to Atul, nudging the hardness of his form.

"Morning," he murmured, blinking his eyes open. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers. "Sorry..." he apologised for the hardness pressing into her leg. "Morning," he justified.

Tenele snickered. "That's okay."

Atul hummed, looping an arm around her waist and drawing her closer. He rested his chin on the top of her head while her hands curled over his hip. Tenele's tension relaxed. She knew where she stood with Atul unquestioningly. She didn't have to worry about making him feel uncomfortable. Tenele swallowed, reminding herself of Vlad's words. He was okay. He was relaxed. Hadn't he looked relaxed a few minutes ago when she was watching his face and the rising sun? Maybe he was okay... maybe seeing Atul and her together would make him even more relaxed. She thought about how he'd reacted to them in the tent.

Tenele pressed a firm kiss to Atul's chest, her fingers tickled over his skin. The king hummed as her fingers danced up his side and between them, over his stomach. The muscles jumped under her touch, his breath grew thicker.

Tenele kissed his neck, his collar, his chest. She slipped down his stomach. "Tenele?" Atul murmured through his dreamy half-awake state as the Maiden disappeared beneath the covers. He exhaled a ragged breath, feeling warm wet heat wrap around him. "Tenele...."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad was firmly asleep, for once. His mind had just given in to the need to shut down. The things taking place next to him tickled at his subconsious, just enough to bring his breathing up a notch and his body firm beneath the sheets.

[Emora Deen]

Atul's breathing grew heavy, his eyes hooded. He snaked a hand beneath the covers to curl fingers in her soft hair, his body thrusting gently to meet her lips. "Gods," he huffed, straining against the covers. His gaze lifted to the sleeping vampire next to them. Atul grabbed the covers hiding her away and pushed them back so he could see her. The sight was enough to tear a moan from him, and bring him closer to his limit.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad huffed a low growl, his body pulling him awake in the most wonderful way. His red eyes flickered open, glowing softly with need. "Fuck," he purred absently, not sure why he'd woken up feeling this way and not yet really alert.

[Emora Deen]

Atul barely heard Vlad wake. He gently moved his body out of Tenele's mouth and slipped down the bed to kiss her firmly. "I need you," he whispered, his fingers fumbling across her skin to slip inside her. He moaned at her readiness. His lips found hers passionately. He had to get her caught up to his level of sensitivity, and he was very skilled. He drew his fingers away as her body trembled dangerously close to the edge, and the time had given him space enough to recover to a useful composure.

Tenele rolled over him, straddling the king's waist, gasping as she took his full length. The King's hands curled firmly over her hips, and he thrust up impatiently. Tenele waved her finger at him, planting herself down hard. "Patience," she whispered, bending to pinch his skin with her teeth. "I want this to last a while." The beautiful woman rose over him and guided her lover into a tortuously gentle pace.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's gaze followed down the bed, and watched what they were doing for each other. This wasn't like the other night in the tent. They weren't trying to put on a show for him...they thought he was asleep. They hadn't woken him because they didn't think he could be part of it. Or because they didn't really want him to be part of it. Or they wanted him, but didn't want to deal with the uncertainty.

Whatever the case, they seemed content to enjoy each other. He narrowed his eyes and stayed silent, desperately turned on. Again, seeing them together drove his body so high that it was almost like he was really with them. He wanted them. He wanted to be part of the dance they were weaving together. If he was fine, then what was he waiting for?

[Emora Deen]

Atul's fingers trailed over soft flesh, cupping her breasts. "You are beautiful," he murmured lovingly. He sat up, bracing an arm behind him and sucked on her flesh. "So, beautiful."

Tenele curled her arms around his head and held him to her chest. Her breath grew ragged, her body trembled. "Atul..."

"Let me deeper..." the King grunted. Atul moved Tenele into a different position. He propped pillows under her and draped her face down across them. Then, he slipped in from behind, pressing down over her back. "Fuck," he huffed, slipping into a firmer rhythm.

Tenele clutched the covers, her eyes drawing to her husband. She wished he were awake. Wished he were with them. That desire, that longing, it was etched in every part of her expression.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad met her eyes, bright with passion. He knew that look in her eyes, and suddenly he knew he'd misjudged the situation. They weren't excluding him. That needful gaze...they were eager for him. The burst of confidence radiated into pure lust. "My love," he growled meaningfully, "What a fine way to wake me up." He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. The way she bobbed with each of Atul's thrusts was irresistible.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele curled a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him again, huffing with each thrust the King made. She pressed her forehead firmly to Vlad. Atul's pace quickened. Tenele's fingers clutched Vlad tighter. "Ahh," she cried at the change.

"That's it," the King moaned. "Come for me." He sat up, grabbed her hips, and let her have all of him.

Tenele crossed the threshold into ecstasy while gazing into the eyes of her husband. The King finished shortly after drawing away and collapsing alongside her drenched in sweat. He burrowed his face against her trembling body. "My love," he whispered tenderly. His gaze drifted to her husband, his husband.

"Your turn," he winked at the man, but it was more of a question. Was Vlad comfortable with this. Was he okay with her now? He'd said so last night.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad drew her in close against him, shoving pillows out of the way so that his could worm his torso under hers. He kissed her like he was drinking fine wine. "I'm under your spell," he purred deeply, kissing her jaw and neck. His right hand slid down and ran along Atul's thigh, a different kind of "tickling". "Fuck... you two drive me so crazy," he moaned.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele enjoyed the feel of her husband underneath her. She wormed over him, feeling his hardness press into her. She kissed him lovingly, framing his face in her hands. Atul smiled at the feel of his lover's hands on him, and at how passionately the vampire's wife loved her husband.

Tenele's hands massaged into her husband's skin. She kissed him again before sitting up over him and taking him in her hand. She silently asked his permission and waited for rejection.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad made a noise deep in his throat and moved his hips in slow thrusts against her soft fingers. The feelings made him drunk. Just watching them had brought him so close. "Touch me....yes," he purred.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele curled her fingers around him tighter. She pressed her forehead to his and concentrated on his enjoyment. "Can I..." she choked on her question. What if she attempted to take him again and he freaked out and left her. Could she handle that rejection?