Mature: Desert Moon

[Emora Deen]

Tenele squirmed against her husband in a mock attempt to get away. She smiled as she kissed his shoulder, and had she been thinking a little clearer she might have noticed the stronger grip than she was accustomed too.

Her legs snaked out around him, thighs pinning him between her. Atul blanketed the vampire's back, raking his fingers over his sides and nipping at the hard muscle of his back.

"Who do I take first?" he asked in agony, fisting a handful of the vampire's hair.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad swallowed a cry at the heat of the man's touch. It was no easy question, because at the moment he wanted to be inside them both at once, and there were anatomical challenges to that idea. It was almost enough to distract him from the woman he loved squirming beneath him, but not quite. "Take me," he moaned, glancing back at Atul with fire in his eyes. Seeing the look on the king's face and the gloss on his skin set the vampire's body painfully rigid. He adored it.

His arms wound under Tenele's back, pinning her arms to her side. He raked his teeth down her chest, scraping hard but not quite drawing blood. He shuddered, holding her tight against him and going back to her mouth. "Atul," he groaned. "Do you still have your toys?" He was under control, barely. But he didn't want to spend the whole time fighting himself. He wanted to be theirs.

[Emora Deen]

Atul chuckled darkly, biting at Vlad's ears. His body painted a hot weight across Vlad's back. Careful not to press to hard down and crush the human beneath them. "Yes," he said. "What is it you're desiring, my husband?"

He turned his gaze to the trapped woman, reaching around Vlad to fist a handful of the soft flesh at her chest.

Her green eyes were wild with need and he suspected that the incense was more potent for her than the two immortals, but there was no denying that he was fully affected by its potency.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad watched her reaction to Atul's touch with ravenous need. "I think I need a handicap tonight," he purred. One of his arms threaded lower behind her, under the soft hill of her rump and then between her legs. The wetness made him brace hard against her. "Fuck..." He glanced back at Atul, power pouring off of him. "Unless you wish to endure me like this," he smiled needfully.

[Emora Deen]

Atul swallowed hard. "I'm indecisive," he confessed in a breath. The idea of tying his lover made his heart race, but the dangerous vibe he felt from the vampire made his stomach coil with delicious uncertainty.

Tenele exhaled a soft moan beneath Vlad, her thighs pinching him tighter.

"Just in case," the king decided, wondering why Vlad was concerned about losing control. Part of him didn't want to leave them, even for a brief moment to collect what was needed. He very much liked where his body touched theirs.

"Don't start without me," he hissed to them, letting his weight up from them and backing off the bed.

Tenele latched on to Vlad's neck with a wicked snicker, biting him as hard as she could and not letting go until she garnered some reaction.

Atul gave a frustrated huff, wanting nothing more to fall back into that bed. "I'll be a moment." Instead he disappeared in a flash of blue light.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad cried out, loud and unashamed. He felt swollen and about to explode, and he hadn't entered her yet. He didn't bite, and managed not to follow his urge to plunge into her with everything he had. Soon....soon, he could let his guard down enough to enjoy the looks on their sweet, sweet faces while he loved them into oblivion. He brushed Tenele's hair back with both hands and pulled her deeper against his skin, letting her torture him. "Yes...my love, yes," he groaned.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele wiggled against him, wanting her hands to touch him with, but he had her pinned too tightly for that. She arched up against him, and shifted her hips in invitation. "Don't hold back," she told him, her voice like velvet. "I've had you when you're less than honorable and if I remember correctly..." She kissed him. "I enjoyed it."

She wanted to shove him on his back, and explore him with her mouth. Instead she let her lips toy with what was attainable.

A moment later Atul returned with a short wooden box that he sat at the foot of the bed. He opened it, and moving the other assortment of supplies around, he found what Vlad wanted.

"Now, or later?" he asked, dangling the manacles as he knelt back on the bed.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad released his vice-grip on his wife and spun on Atul with a wicked smile. "You took too long," he accused, launching himself onto the King and flattening him. His cooler body pressed flat to Atul's, and his lips brushed the man's ear. "Use them if you can," he whispered playfully. He held the king tight as he worked his mouth over Atul's neck in long, wet pulls.

[Emora Deen]

Atul found it terribly hard to concentrate on locking Vlad up when his lips were at his neck like that. He lost complete control for thought when he felt wet lips at his hip and a slender hand run across his thigh.

He could barely twist his head to see his wife as she took advantage of his helplessness. Her hand wrapped about his need, earning a deep shudder and a groan. He lost his grip on the metal chains and they slipped from his fingers.

"Not fair," he huffed.

"True," Tenele said, stretching out her other hand and taking hold of Vlad. "There," she said. "Even."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad huffed at the soft, familiar grip on his member. "You're amazing," he gasped, his concentration faltering. A neon eye snuck a glance at the woman who knew exactly how to touch his body. He was torn between which of them to pin down. That small act of possession felt as important to him as the need to be inside them.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele squirmed between them, using all her weight and strength to knock the vampire over a bit. She lay with her head at their waists, half wedged under Vlad. Her lips found them, first Atul. She drew him in until his body melted into a puddle, and then she turned to Vlad, and did the same. In fact, she spent a little more time on him. And if Atul hadn't seen the distraction for what it was, he might have been a bit jealous.

Barely able to tear his eyes away from the sight, he scooped up the manacle and latched one around Vlad's wrist tightly.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad snarled at Atul, vicious and playful at once. His body was humming with desire, and it felt so good. One manacle could do little to hold him back, even if his magics were gone. But the game... that part felt amazing. He grabbed Atul's hand and yanked him forward to lie across his chest. Dominating from below was far from impossible with Vlad's strength, and he drew Atul's face down to his with his manacled hand.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele slipped out of the way, buzzing from the taste of them. Atul kissed Vlad with wild fever until he felt the cold slip of metal and the sharp click of a lock around his wrist. Tenele grinned devilishly at the two of them. "Oops. Wrong arm."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad threw his head back in the pillows and laughed. His focused narrowed on Tenele and her sweet scent that now filled the tent. "Tenele," he purred, moving to sit up and pursue her.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele waved a finger at him. "Ah, ah," she said, her hand reaching out and catching his chin in her fingers. "I'm Queen now and you're bound. So you have to do as I say. Understood?" she said, musically and full of humor. She kissed him, biting harshly on his bottom lip. "On your knees, my love."

Atul's eyes met Vlad's with a curious sparkle. "She's already dishing out orders and hasn't been Queen for more than a few hours."