Mature: Desert Moon

[Emora Deen]

Atul took his time readying Vlad. He teased him in all the ways he knew to get the man excited. When he was sure he could make his entry, he oiled himself and pressed firmly behind Vlad. He released his member and took the vampire's hips firm and began with a slow push. Easing in a little, and drawing out, only to ease in a little more. The King groaned, trembling with the effort not to thrust all the way or to be too rough. The vampire wasn't in the mood for that.

"How's that?" he asked, bending to press a kiss to the back of Vlad's neck.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad lost track of Tenele. Somewhere in the midst of that first joining, he ended up propped on his elbows, head low between his shoulders and eyes shut tight with needful concentration. He was completely at the man's mercy, which was both riveting and nervewracking. But he was safe. So utterly and completely safe under this person's hand. If he begged for gentleness, he would have it. If he demanded ferocity, he would have no more of it than Atul thought he could handle.

"More," he moaned, rocking back against the immense pressure. "Atul..."

[Emora Deen]

Atul smiled, nodding. "More," he agreed, giving Vlad all of him in one long gentle thrust that seemed to go on forever. He stayed there, letting Vlad grow used to him before he started into a steady rhythm. The King huffed, watching Tenele disappear beneath her husband as she wormed her way under him. She took his member in her hand, stroking him as she kissed and bit his neck.

It was Vlad's turn to be tortured mercilessly by pleasure.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's eyes tightened shut as he tried to sort out the sensations. He shivered between them, his tortured breath coming in long draws. And all the while, both Atul's body and Tenele's teeth and hands.... so gentle... the sensations coalescing in slow, subtle layers each so thin that it was easy to be caught off guard by how heavy his pleasure was growing. All thought of hesitation was gone... there was only the matter of deciding the manliest possible way of begging them both to fuck his brains out.

He let his moans do the talking, since that was about all his jumbled thoughts could manage. "Yes...deep...gods, keep going...uh, fuck!" he huffed. The pressure inside him was wound so tight....like he would snap in half when it reached that peak he knew was coming. He wondered if it hurt people to come this way?

[Emora Deen]

Atul obliged his lover, kicking his pace up a notch while simultaneously driving deeper. He dragged his teeth over Vlad's back, groaning his name. "Vlad..."

Tenele squirmed beneath her husband, lust driving her to ignore whatever thoughts she'd had of resting. She didn't want to feel left out of their pleasure.

[Soran Nightblade]

"Ah! Hah...mmf," the vampire threw his desperate pleasure into the one thing he had access to and control over. His thrust his tongue into her opening, and then his fingers, leaning on one arm as he sucked her clit to the rhythm of Atul's thrusts. He hummed low, buzzing moans against her in complete ecstasy.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele moaned, clutching the sheets tightly. Atul rocked into Vlad, huffing ragged and close to finishing. He didn't know how much longer he could last against the vampire's tight grip around him. He curled over him, and wrapped his hand around the vampire's member. "Come for me," he ordered huskily, forgetting his need to be gentle and fading into the dominance that he naturally possessed when in this position. His pace increased as he headed to the edge. "Yes, yes, yes... Fuck!"

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad snarled and moaned, every touch overwhelming him with pleasure. Desperately close, he swirled his tongue and fingers inside her, imagining being there himself. "I'm-.....ah!-...yes..." he came in hard spurts that matched the deep thrusts of pleasure inside him.

[Emora Deen]

Atul growled thrusting the last of himself into Vlad and burying deep as he finished. He pressed a firm kiss to Vlad's back and drew out slowly, collapsing in a panting, sweaty heap next to him. His whole body tingled, and he wore a deliriously happy smile. He laughed merrily, pushing his long black hair away from his face to look at his lovers.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad stretched down into the blankets, his head resting on Tenele's inner thigh. He ran his fingers over her skin idly, aftershocks of sensation still making him shudder. As soon as he regained control of his nerve endings, he sprawled up and pounced on the king, tumbling over him. Vlad pinned him down and kissed his neck playfully.

[Emora Deen]

Atul smiled, wrapping his arms around Vlad and cradling him while the vampire kissed his neck. He was perfectly content, and so pleased and happy. To think that next week they would officially be his...

Tenele curled over on her side to watch them cuddle, resting her head on her hand. "My handsome men," she sighed.

"Our beautiful woman," Atul murmured, resting back against the covers.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad stretched out and lay on top of the king, claiming ownership through squashing. His face burrowed contentedly into the arch of Atul's shoulder, where the man's pulse beat an alluring rhythm beside the vampire's ear. He turned his head just enough to squint an eye out to gaze at Tenele. You could just see him wondering if he could figure out a way to lie on top of them both at the same time.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smiled at him. Curling over them both. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder, trailed her lips and tongue down his side, and before drawing away gave him a quick hard bite on his right ass cheek. She sat on them, topping off the pile and crushing the King beneath, using them as a giant throne.

"I think I'll shower," she sighed, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she contemplated whether or not she wanted to leave them. Deciding on the shower, she slipped off them and crawled to the edge of the bed.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad arched an arm down playfully and locked himself onto her slender ankle. "Mmm," he grumbled as he dragged her backwards casually.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele yelped, sliding across the silk sheets towards their pile. Atul chuckled. "Escape is futile," he murmured dreamily.

Tenele lay on her side, propping up to look at them. "That isn't fair," Tenele mock-pouted. She turned her ankle in her husband's grip "The two of you were able to shower. At any rate you both look like you could use the rest." She snickered at their lazy appearances. "Why don't you curl up together and I'll come back to tuck you in."