Mature: Desert Moon

[Emora Deen]

Tenele giggled softly at his curse, running fingers over his side and up to Atul's shoulder. Even with the heavy buzz of such a hard climax her body still tingled with need. She could feel the hardness of her husband, and knew that he too was just as ready for another go.

"Lie back," she whispered to them, her lips curling into a sly smile.

Atul groaned, half-complaint and half restrained desire. He slipped from Vlad and collapsed on his back beside them. He laughed, stretching out. "I like being married..."

* * *


Sahid nodded, falling back into the chair. He reached to the table and drew a small box into his lap, playing with the latch. “I imagined you to be beautiful, but never so beautiful,” he said, thumbing the brass lock.

Lelana appraised him as if seeing him in new light, a new horrifying nightmare of a light.

“You…” Lelana narrowed her eyes, leaning heavily against the wall as if she hoped it would suck her in. Her fingers went to her lips. She wiped her mouth hard, and gagged. “You…” Her eyes filled with tears. “No… you’re dead. I…”

“You left me in a desert to die, this is true. Not even a day old, still covered in the blood of your womb. But, I was found. I was nursed. I grew. My father found me and gave me to a warrior for rearing.”

Lelana shook her head fiercely. “No. He… He never…”

“Mother,” Sahid said, shaking his head. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

She twisted and went for the door, but his guards snatched her up well before she reached it and hauled her back to him. She tried to use her power, tried to destroy their minds, and instead she only let out a terrified gasp as they made her face her greatest sin.

He held the box out. “I was going to take the child’s power… But, instead I’ll let her keep it for now. I will let it mature and grow and then I’ll take it. You… I need you, mother. My father is dead and there is no one to preside over the creatures of darkness. I will take what is my birthright. I will be the new God of the Night. But, I need more power and more time.”

Lelana kicked, almost knocking the box from his hand. She thrashed about. “You are dead!”

“Very much alive,” he said, opening the box. A warm light and faint mist fluttered out. “And you will pay for your abandonment and betrayal, daughter of my father…”

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad withdrew very carefully, and might not have moved at all if he weren't joined to Atul at the wrist. He eased back human-slow and placed a hand over Atul's beating heart. He felt misty-eyed, and couldn't tell if Tenele started it or he did.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele felt a chill now that the pile was gone and she had no one pressing over her like a blanket. She shivered as she crawled over them and to Atul's free side where she draped herself along his side.

Her fingers ran gently through his hair, down his neck and chest, over his abs, and just to where his still attentive body wanted her touch to go, before she stole her hand back and kissed him softly.

"You have had your husband..." she said, nuzzling his neck. Atul nodded like a drunk man, feeling her hands flank out down his side. "Now you can have your wife."

Tenele rose up over him, unpinning silver hair to fall around her shoulders. She sheathed him, settling down tight against his body. Atul groaned, arching his back and curling his fingers in Vlad's hand. Tenele bent to Vlad and pressed a hot kiss to his lips, and then she started a slow sensual rise and fall over her new husband. Atul stole Vlad's mouth next, huffing and straining to think straight.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad arched sideways and met Atul's lips, invading his mouth. He could feel what Tenele felt, and his eyes drifted low to where their bodies met. Watching the seduction was as good as doing it himself. He fisted Atul's hair and held him down tight against the pillow, not quite enough to hurt him. Not everyone liked it that rough. He leaned back and watched his expression twisted with passion. The show was irresistable. Vlad licked his lips and ran his cuffed hand over Atul's nipples, letting the cold metal tease him.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's hands snaked out over him while she watched her husbands. She giggled, cupping a hand over her mouth as she realized, again, she had two.

Atul withered, straining to take control of the tempo. His free hand curled over her hip, and while he was strong, it wasn't a solid enough grip to offer much leverage for control.

He turned a hot gaze to Vlad, and then his lower body where he was still slick from Tenele. His hand curled around her roundness. She inhaled a sharp squeak, jerking at the unexpected feel of his finger.

"Vlad," the King huffed, straining to reach her better. He kissed him, relishing in the taste. He met Vlad's red gaze with a heated look, and then cast Tenele a suggestive glance.

[Soran Nightblade]

The vampire smirked at him, and leaned close, pretending not to understand. "Yes, King?" he purred. His face drifted just under his chin and he licked Atul's throat.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele rocked harder against Atul, and the request lodged in his throat. "Merciful Gods," he whispered in a hot breath against Vlad's cheek. He strained to reach her. "I think," he groaned. "She needs another." He nipped at what flesh he could reach of his husband and gave a sultry chuckle. "Have you ever had her like that?"

Tenele's pace slowed as the question floated into the air. It was the saving grace the King needed, before she broke his sanity.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad paused. His eyes flicked to Atul's, while his thoughts homedin on Tenele's. He hadn't, he knew without needing to think about it. "I..." he hesitated, and leaned close to the man's ear. "I'm thicker than you," he whispered tensely.

[Emora Deen]

Atul scowled. "Oh really?" he said, turning his eyes to Tenele. "What do you think?"

"I'm sorry?" she asked, blushing. "I..."

Atul thrust up against her and she squeaked. "Comparatively... What's your opinion?"

"I am not getting in the middle of your dick measuring," Tenele snorted, grinding low.

Atul sighed melting pleasantly beneath her. "Smart, I suppose." He nuzzled Vlad.

[Soran Nightblade]

"You're longer, if it's any comfort," the vampire snickered. "But if you two want to experiment, I'll need both my hands." He nipped at Atul's neck cockily.

[Emora Deen]

"Key," Atul choked, nodding to the box at the foot of the bed.

Tenele reluctantly drew herself away and brought the key back. She unlatched Vlad's wrist first, and then Atul.

Atul sighed with relief, picking the chain up and immediately clamping the manacles down over Tenele's wrists. "Traitorous wench, that's what you get. You were supposed to cuff the dangerous vampire. Now he's left to roam lose and unpredictable."

A sharp betrayed gasp escaped her and she lifted her hands to admire the heavy metal. Atul quickly stole the key from her, tossing it back to the foot of the bed. With his free hands he wrapped them about her hips and placed her back in her proper place over him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad rose on his newly freed hands and surveyed Tenele's body curiously. He wasn't at all sure about this. The thought of overpowering and filling her was luscious in his mind. He also didn't want to risk injuring her.

He tried to follow the process he'd seen Atul use, settling behind her and entering her with a thick finger, caressing the heat he found inside. He wanted it. He wanted her.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele went weak over Atul when she felt Vlad's probing. The King let his hands wonder over her, squeezing the softness of her skin. "Relax," he whispered soothingly to her, taking the center link of the manacles and pulling her down over him, he held them against the bed just above his head. His lips found her neck, kissing and pinching the bruising flesh from Vlad's bite.

The incense wafted through the air as thick as smoke, and she breathed it in. It was sweet and wonderful, and everything they touched made her whimper with pleasure.

Atul's free hand slipped beneath her, toying with the space his body ached to enter. Not yet. But, soon. "My Queen," he sighed happily.

[Soran Nightblade]

Tenele's nerves undid Vlad's. He could resist a great many temptations, but Tenele in this state was not one of them. He was enjoying himself thoroughly when he added a finger, and having way too much fun when he moved to three. "Take her, Atul," he commanded huskily. "I want to watch."

[Emora Deen]

Atul grinned. He guided himself into her slowly, using on hand to draw her over him until he was again wrapped in her heat. He moved, gently, tortuously, watching her glazed gaze go heavy with lust.

"Do you want him?" he asked her. Tenele purred a inaudible answer.