Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's breathing grew heavier as he felt Tenele's body responding to their touch. Far from being competitive about it, he actually found it incredibly sexy to think about Atul affecting her at the same time as him. It had been some time since they'd had privacy for this kind of mischief, and he felt extraordinarily excited about the opportunity. His fingers curled in gently against her thighs, his breath deepening.

Within minutes, he was restless for more contact. He straightened up and stalked Atul with his eyes. "You seem to be behind in your packing," he warned the man, grasping his hips and sliding up over his bare sides, lifting his shirt away with them.

[Emora Deen]

Atul laughed. "I'm not the only one," he barked, stripping the vampire of his belt and jerking his pants open. Tenele was on her knees next to them, pulling her husband's shirt away from him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad reveled in the rolling battle of tugging each other's clothes off. In the end, the three lay naked and rolling for dominance on the ridiculously oversized bed. Vlad cackled and latched onto one of Atul's shoulders from behind, nibbling on his skin while his arms lassoed tight around his stomach. "Gotcha," he half-moaned. He rubbed his smooth hard-on in slow strokes against the king's back and held fast to him.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele lay beneath Atul and Vlad, nibbling her way down the King's chest until her mouth found his need. Atul groaned at the feel of her lips and the strong arms around him and the gentle scrape of teeth. His fingers curled in her soft hair. "Tenele," he huffed, reaching forward to grip the headboard for support.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's hands slid over the king's stomach and chest before pausing at his pecs. He rolled the man's nipples between his fingers, greedy to rile the man up, while his tongue and teeth lathed over his neck, sucking hard against the skin. Just the sounds Tenele was making below them were enough to make his body beg him. "Atul," the vampire purred thickly, sliding against his back. "Please take her. Show me what your body does to her. And..let me take you."

[Emora Deen]

Atul made a sound low in his throat, casting his eyes to the beautiful woman beneath him. Had he really heard that? His breath hitched at the sensations travelling through him.

"Tenele," he called. He drew her attention to him, she slipped back up to rest against the pillows, stroking fingers gently along his neck and cheek. "Your husband wants me to take you."

She smiled, lifting her head to kiss his neck. Her hand reached down for him, her legs spread in invitation. Well, he guessed that meant he didn't have to ask for permission.

"I'll take her," Atul told Vlad. "While you take me."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's breathing thickened at their words. He watched Tenele spread her legs, and the thought alone had him dripping against Atul's back. Just thinking about it had him so worked up that he couldn't imagine lasting long at all inside of the man. He reached for a small jar on the nightstand - he liked to be prepared - and opened it, sliding his fingers into the slick fluid inside. Vlad pressed a finger slowly inside of Atul, squeezing his ass with his other hand.

[Emora Deen]

Atul's legs shook and he huffed, kissing Tenele fiercely. "Ready for me?" he asked her with a cocky smile. She nodded in such an innocent fashion that it made his heart melt. He positioned himself against her and eased inside slowly, groaning at the feel of her around him.

Tenele's breath caught in her throat, her hands clutched his arms. The last time they were in this position they were both broken hearted and cold and lonely, held up in a cave in the mountains. This was different. This was warm and loving and tender. He moved, leaving her, pushing back against Vlad's finger.

He thrust forward, deeper, and filled with pride at the soft surprised yelp the Maiden made.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad huffed out a low sigh as he watched their joining. "Tenele," he purred. The tight heat around his fingers was turning him on. He inserted another finger and thrust deep, swirling inside him. He scraped his teeth against Atul's ass, impatient to be inside of him. He wanted to feel them move together, and hear his wife's voice crying out for them in pleasure.

[Emora Deen]

"Hah," Atul hissed at the scrape of teeth and the additional finger. He turned his attention to the woman beneath him. He took her mouth, slipped his tongue inside. Tonight. All he had was tonight. He was going to make every second count. After this... They'd hate him.

"Another," he growled to Vlad. "Give me another."

He edged his pace a notch faster, which had to make it a little difficult for the vampire, but the sound Tenele made erased all his concerns for that.

"Oh, you like that," he grinned, clenching his eyes. He drove in deeper. Tenele's hands tangled in the covers.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad thrust another finger inside his lover, almost forgetting to be careful of the man's body. He didn't want to hurt him. He thought of the box still hiding in the pocket of his discarded pants, and a wash of heated affection filled him. This was so perfect. He didn't want it to change. He wouldn't let it change. Traditions be damned, he thought with a smile as he gently withdrew his fingers and replaced them with a much larger tool. He made himself slick with oil and grasped Atul's hips, holding him still for a moment so he would hurt himself or his lovers beneath him. "I want you," he exhaled in a caress. "Mm..damn, I want you both so much," he moaned, pushing in slowly. "I hope you saved some control," he warned Atul in a sultry whisper, his hands tightening on his hips. "I suspect you'll need it to handle us both." The idea of tag teaming their royal lover until he lost himself to them was unbelievable.

Then again, he hoped Atul at least hadn't figured out his habit; he usually talked big more when he was at risk of losing it himself.

[Emora Deen]

Atul stilled himself as deeply inside Tenele as he could go. He huffed against her neck. "Take me," he murmured, trying to get his body to relax. "Gods, I want you in me now." He was nervous of the pain, but he also wanted Vlad's pleasure. He wanted the vampire to feel pleasure from his body, and relish in him, to know that he was the reason for the sounds he made.

Tenele wiggled beneath him.

"Patients," Atul sighed, licking her skin. "You'll have what you want. More than what you want. I'm going to drive you into oblivion, Tenele Dracul. Until you see stars." So you won't forget me.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad groaned and pushed all the way into him, groaning tightly. "Ah!" he pressed his forehead to Atul's back, overwhelmed. "Yes, take me, fuck..." His body felt more ready for him this time, more welcoming. "I love you," he moaned, sliding into a tight rhythm. "I love you so much," he whispered to either of them, both of them.

[Emora Deen]

Atul smiled. He wanted to say it back, but his throat didn't work. He stayed still inside Tenele, but the force of Vlad's body moving in his eventually removed that option. The feel of them both, even the tight pain that Vlad produced, was beautiful to him.

"Remember," Atul called. "Whatever pace you take with me will be felt by your wife." He cast his gaze to the sultry woman below, to her silver hair spilling across the pillow. "You are beautiful," he huffed. He dropped his lips to her chest. "So beautiful."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad shivered with pleasure at the idea and smiled deviously. "Yes," he murmured, thrusting harder. He tried to see as much as he could of what Atul was doing to Tenele. Every sound she made encouraged him faster. "Hah....Ah! Ah, gods," he ground out, teeth grazing the king's shoulderblade. He didn't bite. He still didn't dare, after all that had happened. but he hardly needed to, when his partners were being this sexy.