Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad sat up slowly, eyes aglow with amusement. On his knees before her, one arm drawn back to accommodate the lover he was bound to, he tilted his head at Tenele. "What would you have me do, Queen," he teased, stretching out his muscles so she could admire her prize.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele slinked closer to him and took him by the hair and drew him forward so that he was also on his elbows. Atul had to lurch up to follow, hovering slightly over and behind the vampire. She lowered her lips to his ear, her hand snaked over his chest, down his stomach, to the part of him her body ached for.

She licked the edge of his ear and then in a voice thick with anticipation said, "I want to watch him ravage you."

Atul faltered at her words, the demand sending his stomach in knots. His hand smoothed along Vlad's back while Tenele stroked her hand over her husband.

She smiled. "In the best way, of course."

[Soran Nightblade]

The vampire drew a thick breath. He could feel Atul's excitement like a drug in the air. It felt so odd to be tugged between them, his arm pulled back by the manacle and his face drawn close to Tenele as she gripped his hair. "What of you," he murmured, stretching forward against the chain to bring himself up over her. He wanted Atul, sure as anything, but the need to give himself to her was overwhelming when she touched him like this. He imagined showing her his full strength while Atul gave it to him. His ass pulsed nervously with anticipation. Not exactly dominant, wishing the king would fuck his brains out... But Atul had that effect on him.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele swallowed, her bravado melting at lying in his broad shadow. "What of me?" she whispered, almost forgetting what her demand had been. Her grip on him grew tighter.

Atul leaned in behind Vlad. "It will be hard to watch from there, won't it?" he asked, only able to fully utilize one hand. He worked a finger into Vlad without much warning save for the gentle slap he gave his rear beforehand.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad dropped his forehead to Tenele's chest, hesitating at this new sensation. His right hand was drawn tight behind him while his left held him over her. He knew then that he was back to his balance. The incense still enthralled him, but his judgment was clear and sharp. His handicap was a wonderful game, but he would not harm them. He was sure of it, now that his thoughts had sorted.

He let that free him as he tugged himself further over Tenele, eye to eye, and kissed her. "Watch us, or join us, my lady," he purred, perfectly full of himself. "What will it be?"

[Emora Deen]

Tenele swallowed. "Join you," she said, worming under him more completely. Anticipation sent butterflies through her stomach as she parted her legs and lifted her knees so that they brushed along his sides. Her hand angled him and rubbed the edge of him against her wetness. Fire roared in her eyes as she kissed him, but she let him wait for it a bit longer.

Atul had little patience and he prepared the vampire for as long as he could. His body was already slick with oil, perhaps not enough, but he couldn't step away for more. He knew the vampire wouldn't mind. He brought his body closer to Vlad, painting a hot line along his back. He entered slowly, a little at a time.

[Soran Nightblade]

"Ah....ah," Vlad huffed. He leaned reflexively away from Atul's heavy pressure, and that brought him inch by inch into the heat of Tenele's body at the same time.

As control went, this position wasn't ideal. Dominance was always pretty tough when you were in the middle, never mind sandwiched between two people who could melt you like a candle. Another moan stole from his throat, and he pressed into Tenele as deep as he could enter. His mouth fell over hers as Atul filled him until he thought he would break. He pressed back against the man, needing movement. Pain needled into thoughtless ecstasy. "Go on," he huffed back at Atul with a sultry glare. "So we both feel you."

[Emora Deen]

Tenele made a soft sound at the idea, smiling as she stole a kiss from Vlad. The King appraised them, running his hand down Vlad's spine where it wrapped around the back of the vampire's neck. He was all too pleased to obey Vlad's request, drawing back and driving forward. He let out a low pleased sound, working into a sharp, deep rhythm.

* * *

Lelana sighed, sinking back against the wall. She knew the halls of the palace well. She’d grown up in them. Even drunk she knew she was far away from her room. Sahid was very poor at following directions, or the door he’d led her to was his. She appraised his handsome, yet all-too familiar face, and then the two guards behind him.

“I had too much to drink,” she sighed, stretching her arms. “I needed it. Those stiff parties and all those scowling disapproving glares.”

“The Queen doesn’t like you,” he said. “It’s okay, I’m not sure she cares for me either. What did you do to earn her reproach?”

“I tortured her husband and convinced him to think he’d raped her,” Lelana sighed, running fingers through her black hair. “I didn’t even drink that much… I feel…”

Sahid reached out and looped an arm about her waist as she slipped from the wall. “Come in and sit down.”

“Haha,” she laughed. “I see now.”

“What do you see?” he asked, brushing back her hair gently. She lifted dark eyes to him. “What harm would it do? The man you love is married to others. You are alone. It doesn’t have to be so. Come in.”

Lelana frowned, shutting her eyes and exhaling a ragged breath. He was right. She was alone. “Okay.”

Sahid grinned madly and opened the door. He hoisted her against him and they strolled into the room, the guards following. He set her in a chair near a small table and poured her another drink.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad was not a silent lover. He gave in to the storm of their bodies, and made sure they felt his as well. He relished every sensation they gave him. The surreal feeling he'd had before was gone. This moment was more real than any other he'd experienced. He was theirs. He was theirs forever. His pace and Atul's were the same, perfectly matched to Tenele's. Three souls joined.

Crap, he was getting emotional. He covered Tenele's neck in kisses, his free arm tender around her while his cuffed hand clutched Atul's tight.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele ran her fingers over her husband's, her body rolling to the rhythm they set. Everything felt blissful, wonderful, perfect. "I love you," she whispered into Vlad's ear as he pressed tender kisses to her neck.

Atul clutched Vlad's hand tighter Hot heaving breaths washed across Vlad's back. He let out a low groan, and in his desperation, his pace quickened.

Tenele gave a soft yelp at the change, curling her fingers against the muscle of Vlad's sides.

* * *

“Why are they here?” she asked, nodding to the men.

“Just because. Are you shy? Don’t want them to watch?” he asked, chuckling.

“Whatever,” she sighed, gulping down the drink.

Sahid removed his traditional clothes down to his pants and took up his own glass. He drank quickly, and even before finishing Lelana was on him. “You’re a boy,” she said. “Compared to me. What are you? Eighteen?”

“Around there, a bit older,” he said, kissing her. “But, I am accustomed to women. Need not fear my knowledge, though I dare say you might teach me a thing or two?”

“Or three,” she sighed, glancing to his men. “Four.”

He chuckled, pressing her into the wall and kissing her madly. His hands curled over her hips and crushed against her skin painfully, bruising flesh. She ignored it. It wasn’t the first time her lover had been overly rough. At least this time she had a choice in the matter.

“I’ve wondered what you were like for so long,” he said, his hands sliding over her. “I’ve dreamed of meeting you. Ever since I was a boy in Ongo.”

Lelana choked at the name of the city. She pushed her hands against his shoulders and shoved him away. “Ongo?”

[Soran Nightblade]

Atul's fierce pace brought Vlad's control to its knees. "Yes. Fuck. Fuck yes." The longer he made love to them, the smaller his vocabulary grew. "I'm going to bring you so hard," he moaned anonymously, possibly to both of them. His teeth grazed Tenele's neck hungrily.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele turned her face away, offering him the smooth line of her throat. Her fingers turned to the sheets, knotting in them tightly as appreciative moans fell from her lips. Her toes curled, her muscles coiled, she could barely think straight, and all the world smelled of jasmine and them.

Atul plunged deeper, moving the vampire under him just as a puppeteer might a doll. Each sharp cry of his lovers an echoing reminder that he was whole. That they were one with him. Possessiveness was not normally something that Atul found he harbored, but right now he was as territorial as Vlad could be. He wanted them to know it, and with his body he would show them. "You are mine," he said to them in a low groan. He pressed his forehead to Vlad and bit at the skin of the vampire's back enough to bruise. He wanted to warn them, but he couldn't. The words caught in his throat. Instead he showed them, thrusting with wild abandon.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad wasn't sure what came first - his invasion of Tenele's sweet neck, or the lightning that racked through him, wrenching a climactic cry from the back of his throat. He hadn't seen it coming - not this soon. They were too hot, too perfect. He burrowed deep and held himself rigid as he came in firm jerks inside her. He let the pleasure arc through the blood between them. The climax rode on so long he almost couldn't bear it, leaving all his nerves raw and screaming. It shouldn't be possible to come this hard... what the hell was in that incense.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's thighs locked tight like a vice against her husband's sides and her hands fisted the sheets tighter. A sweet blissful cry escaped her, muffled as she pressed her lips to Vlad's shoulder. It seemed to last forever, this burning pleasure that ate her alive.

Atul burrowed to the hilt and growled out a sharp curse. He draped heavily across the vampire's back. The idea of moving out of that heat against everything he believed at the moment.

Tenele nuzzled her husband, feeling her eyes sting with happy tears. It seemed a silly thing to do, to feel like crying after something so wonderful. "Don't crush me," she whispered, feeling Atul's heavy weight press Vlad harder against her.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad laughed, and moaned sharply. God, he was so hard. His raw nerves were still begging him for more, yet his practical side suspected any more than what he'd just experienced might just kill him.

"Holy fuck," he muttered against his wife's neck, licking her wound. He held himself very still over her, half suspecting he'd come again if he so much as twitched.