Heirot

Tenele withered on the King's bed, gasping, moaning... Whenever she thought she couldn't take any more, she tried to escape but found it pretty much impossible. She clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle cries of ecstasy, back arching. She gave up on trying to keep quiet, instead turning her hands downward, torn between fisting handfuls of hair or silk sheets.

She wanted to cry mercy, but it felt to good to stop. "Bastards," she cursed them.

"That's unkind," Vlad moaned teasingly, his lips brushing her ear and then pulling back to scrape teeth along her neck. "And here I am doing my best."

Tenele shivered at the scrape of his teeth. "Oh, really?" she asked, dark amusement playing in her voice. "I couldn't tell. Maybe you should try harder." She knew deep down that she was asking for it, but for some reason her mouth always spout things off before she could reign it in.

Vlad smirked against her warm neck. "As you ask, my lady," he warned. He entered her neck as slowly and carefully as if he'd been entering her elsewhere, and he used magic to ensure the sensation wasn't much different either. Blood trickled into his throat, raising him to a bestial glee as he slowly savored her. He poured power through their link, not needing to touch himself to produce that throbbing ecstasy through his whole body at the taste of her blood. Two cool fingers pressed to Tenele's lips, reminding her teasingly that she was under pressure to stay quiet, though he fully intended to deprive her of that choice.

Atul, sensing Vlad's sudden aura of power in the room, dedicated himself to his task a bit harder, almost rough, but he knew what he was doing, and he doubted she would mind.

Tenele's hands fisted in Atul's hair, her legs tangling around him. Her other hand grabbed at Vlad's back, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him closer to her neck. She bucked against them, struggled. "Vlad!" His teeth, and power, combined with Atul's rough touch... She wanted one of them in her. Needed it. She was getting too worked up. Too overtaken. "Please," she murmured before another wave of ecstasy crashed over her and she went rigid. She clenched her teeth together, determined not to create a spectacle. She ended up exhausting herself through that, huffing and burning a hole through her husband with a firm stare.

Vlad didn't miss her harsh mental command and fiery need she was giving off. He was almost too pleased with himself to let her have it. Atul sensed what was happening and gave her a last hot swirl of his tongue before drawing back so the vampire could move. Vlad drew his fangs from her neck, the absence of that heat immediately frustrating him. He didn't make her wait, because he was beyond waiting now. His thick length slid between her legs in a strong, smooth stroke, joining them together. Vlad choked back a groan.

Tenele arched against him, her arms reaching upward and her hands clenching into the sheets beside her head. Her eyes clenched shut at the feel of being connect to him. Of feeling him, his pleasure and her pleasure. She was going to lose the battle of silence before it was over, she already knew that.

Her green eyes flashed to Atul, her hand stretching out for him. He was still fully clothed, which seemed like cheating to her at the moment.

Atul's strong' tanned fingers reached out and clasped tightly around hers. He hadn't felt shy last time, so why was he doing it now? The need to reach out and be part of the thing happening next to him was exhilarating. Vlad's hand suddenly snatched him by the front of his tunic and tugged him in close to the vampire's face.

"If you care about these clothes," Vlad whispered huskily beside the man's ear, "I suggest you get them off now."

Atul's pulse jumped hotly at the brush of his breath on his neck. "Don't hold me responsible," he warned the vampire, pleasure scalding into his tone.

"We'll see." The words were like a promise.

The demigod retreated a foot or so and drew his tunic and pants away from his muscled body.

Tenele wanted to snicker at Atul's reaction, but she was preoccupied. She wrapped an arm around her husband and pulled him into a kiss, her chest pressing flush with his. Her legs wrapped around him, drawing him tighter against her. Her arm slipped away, reaching again for the covers on either side of them. Her head lolled back, pressing into the bed, delirious with sensation. Her gaze searched for Atul again, wanting him their with them, enjoying this with them.

Her eyes found his body, desire burning in her gaze. She wanted him too, but that was too much to ask. She could be happy with this. She was happy with this. She sat up, pressing her lips against her husbands skin.

Vlad flattened himself tightly to Tenele. Her emotions were overwhelming him, and the way she needed Atul right now.... it should have made a normal man jealous, but to Vlad it was contagious. He shivered as he realized he wanted Atul as badly as she did right now.

Hot fingers traced along the vampire's back, outlining his ribs and waist and then cupping his ass. He bit his tongue to keep from moaning, then unleashed his arousal on one of Tenele's nipples.

Tenele cried out, hands slapping against Vlad's shoulder's clutching onto him. Her gaze darted to what his mouth was doing to the man hovering behind him. A dark thought came to her, one that travelled through their link before she could grab hold of it and hide it away in the black fantasies of her mind. Her cheeks turned crimson at the mental image of her husband with Atul. She averted her gaze, instead tilting her face away and relishing in the feel of her husband.

Vlad tensed as he caught the psychic fantasy that escaped her mind and reached their link. Atul, with... He swallowed tightly and wondered why he couldn't seem to make himself hate the idea. He was pretty sure that with any other man involved, despite Tenele's link to him, he would never have tolerated the very idea. Now, he felt his knees going weak. But he'd be damned if he'd make the first initiative. Not with something like that.

Dull human teeth closed down on the muscle at the root of his neck, bruisingly hard. Atul's need slid firmly along the small of his back, scalding his cool skin. Damn, he shuddered, already finding it hard to think straight with what Tenele's body was doing to him.

Tenele reached up and stroked her fingers through Atul's long hair as it spilled over Vlad's shoulder. It tickled her skin. Her long slender legs wrapped about the both of them, drawing them tighter together. The idea that had burned through her she could feel floating in Vlad's mind, both wanting and running from the idea.

"Do you want him?" Tenele purred in Vlad's ear. Tenele felt shock run through her at how forward she was being. What was it about this, about being with the two of them that seemed to bring out a wild abandonment.

Vlad's nerves chafed as Tenele drew them tighter together. She was so warm and hot around him, he could barely think. *I've never done that*, he whispered into her mind, urgency and need flowing freely between them.

Tenele smiled at him, kissing his lips. Biting them lightly. *Its okay, I'm only teasing. I understand. But, if you want it... I won't mind.* She kissed his cheek, his jaw, working her way to his neck, where her teeth pinched the skin together. *I'll ask him for you, if you like.* The concept of Vlad being shy was both endearing and amusing to Tenele. It was unimaginable that she might have found something that the vampire was wary of in bed. *I don't mean to pressure you.* Tenele added. *I just want you to be pleased.*