Heirot

Vlad nodded. Three days would be a long time to simply attend court and wait, but the opportunity was ideal. It would give Tenele a bit more time to rest. Just in case. "Well, I suppose we'll need to play cards or something." He hadn't pushed her at all on the issue of sex after their first day here. He could think of plenty of reasons why she might not be up to it, and he didn't pressure her against those reasons. Still, that didn't stop him from longing for her. Heck, for the past few days, even Atul's presence had been tempting. Having known him in that way already, the attraction now seemed to come all too easily, even when he wasn't connected to Tenele.

Tenele smirked at him. "Cards," she scoffed. She pondered for a moment what they could do, and then it came to her, instantly brightening her mood. "Knight showed me a dance!" she told him happily. "But, you need to sit down." She took her husband's shoulders and turned him around, pushing him into the chair. She then did the same to Atul.

When they were situated Tenele assumed her position and began to dance. Since she had no music she hummed a tune. Her hips swayed gracefully, her hands and arms moving in beautiful curves. She closed her eyes and concentrated on remembering the steps that Knight had taught her. "I think it would work better if I was wearing one of those pretty dresses," she commented, completely unaware at how good she'd gotten in such a short time.

Atul's face grew flushed as he stared. Crap, Knight had practically customized the dance to his tastes. Except for a few moves, which seemed less conventional and slightly more aggressive. Unless those were intended for... He spare a very brief glance at Vlad.

The vampire's eyes were lit bright with interest. He tilted his head slightly with a surprised smile, enthralled by her movements. He swallowed back the need to rise up and join her, matching his movements to hers. It was not a dance for partners. It was a gift to be shown off and shared, not to an entire banquet hall, but specifically to the two of them. It pulled at things low in his body, even as it drew his heart into the strength and elegance of her movements. He could hear Atul's heartbeat betraying the same reaction. The dance had been choreographed specifically to be performed by her, for them. Suddenly Vlad understood why it hurt Tenele so much to let this person disappear each time they needed their own bodies back.

The vampire's entire body was singing with excitement by the time Tenele swept into a graceful closing movement.

Tenele stood straighter, clasping her hands behind her back. She stared at the two of them, blinking. "Did I do it wrong?" she asked, confused by Atul's gaping look and Vlad's excitement. "I only just learned, I might have missed a few parts. I'll keep practising." Tenele went to her husband and climbed into his lap, draping an arm around his neck. "Did you like it?"

"You can summon Knight for dancing lessons any time you like," Vlad smirked, biting back his reaction as she squirmed in his lap. He could keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't keep her from noticing how well she'd gotten his body's attention.

Atul, on the other hand, wasn't quite as intent on keeping his interest hidden. "You learned the dance well," he purred, his expression lit with interest. Soon enough, she was going to notice two very powerful sets of eyes were looking at her like the rest of the universe didn't exist.

Tenele swallowed, glancing between them. She felt a heat wash through her. "I'm glad you liked it," she told them with a flicker of seduction in her smile. She leaned into her husband and pressed her lips to his, kissing him slowly, like drinking him in. "I can think of many other dances..." She murmured to him, kissing his cheek and then brushing her lips against his ear. "Can you guess the ones I'm thinking of?" she asked him with a soft giggle, nibbling on his ear.

Tenele straightened with a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, its still daylight. I'm sure you boys have plenty of affairs to attend to. It would be terrible of me to distract you." Tenele shifted to climb out of Vlad's lap.

"I can think of nothing interesting enough to steal my attention from you," Vlad insisted as she tried to leave his lap. His arms curled around her, casual and yet impossible to move. "After all, we've been negotiating all day. It couldn't kill us to be giving for a while. That is, if you would like our gifts," he murmured while kissing down the side of her neck.

Tenele shivered as his lips brushed her neck. She closed her eyes and relaxed against him with a smile. "I would be very accepting of your gifts," she said, her voice as soft as velvet. Her fingers played over the skin of his arm. Her imagination roused, her heart fluttered. She'd spent the better part of nearly two weeks being babied and pampered by the people around her. She was tired of being treated delicately.

Tenele raked her nails light against the skin of his arm. She squirmed in his lap, trying to turn in his arms. She gave Atul a come-hither smile as she twisted in her husbands arms. Her lips brushed against his cheek and towards his ear. Looking at Atul she whispered, "I don't want your gentleness today, my love. I want your dominance. I'm better. I can handle it." She kissed his neck, sucking on the skin.

Something deep inside Vlad rolled over, like a big cat waking up, and caught Tenele's scent. "We shall see," he murmured, his eyes squinting closed at the feel of her sucking his neck. He pressed into the contact as his hands roamed low to her waist and lifted her up. He stood with her still against him and dropped her into the bed. His hands left her only for a moment, during which he tugged his shirt off impatiently. He glanced sideways as he noticed Atul watching. Vlad didn't have the tolerance to just watch right now. He grabbed Atul by the front of his shirt and dragged him to the bed as well. The demigod retaliated as he went down, wrestling with Vlad until he was forced to fall in with them. Vlad's hand found his throat, thumb and pointer gripped firmly but not violently around the man's neck as he kept Atul down. The other man hesitated at the gesture of dominance, judging the vampire with interest but not resisting, for the moment.

When Vlad was content he had collected his chosen playmates, he turned his eyes back on Tenele. His left hand traced a pattern along the fabric covering her chest, from the crook of her neck, across her chest, to circle on her breasts. His touch was gentle, but he was clearly in no mood to let either of them take charge.

Tenele smiled at her husband, back arching to seek more of his touch. She lifted her hands to her shoulders and pushed the straps of her gown from them. She glided the fabric off her breasts, and pushed it down so that it rested low and lose on her hips. Tenele grabbed his hand, placing a kiss on his palm. Her eyes flickered to Atul. She slipped away from her husband, turning her back to him for a moment to hover over the King.

"I'll help," she murmured to him, silver hair falling over her shoulder. She leaned down and kissed his neck gently, her fingers working the buttons gently. She slipped her hands across the muscle, pushing the fabric aside. Her hand skittered lower, grabbing him through his pants in one swift firm clutch. And then, she moved away, flopping onto her back with a light hearted chuckle.

She motioned to her husband, beckoning him forward.

Atul sucked in a tight breath as her hand grasped his need so perfectly and then just abandoned him. He instinctively made to sit up and pursue, but Vlad's hand around his throat reminded him he was pinned. He looked up to meet the vampire's red eyes, which were judging him thoughtfully. The hand lifted, and Atul rolled to hover over Tenele.

"That wasn't kind," he informed her, his eyes smiling while his lips tried to frown. "I may need to pay you back." He leaned low over her, his eyes staying on hers until they finally drifted down to her nipple just under his lips. Using both hands and his mouth, he took her breast and covered it with heat and soft lathes of his tongue, mingled with hard, sucking pressure.

Vlad's hands pulled the unfastened dress away from her hips and tossed the garment to the floor. A strong arm braced under her lower back as he explored her stomach with her lips and teeth, gradually taking his play lower.

Tenele squirmed, biting her bottom lip lightly. Her fingers skimmed over Atul's shoulders, ran through the long strands of his hair. She watched what his lips did, and felt her husband gliding lower. Her legs instinctively lay open for him, her hips lifting in invitation to his touch. "If this is vengeance," Tenele moaned. "I like it." Her hands skimmed down his chest and trying to worm beneath the lip of his pants.

Atul groaned against her skin as the pressure of the fabric became unbearable against his nerve-triggered skin. He stretched himself higher along her side, letting her fingers tangle there and hoping she would free him so he wouldn't have to stop what he was doing for it. He drank her skin like he'd been lost in the sands for days.

Vlad took his sweet time getting where he wanted to be, but when his tongue finally ran lukewarm pressure between his wife's legs, he made it count. His lips closed firmly over her and he kneaded his tongue against her, the temperature growing hotter with the friction of each stroke. He slid his hands along he inner thighs and used his fingers to do what his tongue couldn't, torturously slow.

Tenele's breath went ragged, her body shivered at their touch. A deep low groan left her lips. She hesitated a moment, too distracted to finish the task. She went back to it, restlessly working the King's pants open. She released him, taking him in her soft slender hand.

"Better?" she asked Atul with a knowing smile. Her touch was firm and quick across his skin. Deviously working him in all the right ways only to let her hand's wander away from him and back to running fingers through his long black hair.

Atul pressed his lips into her skin to keep from moaning in protest each time her fingers left him.

Vlad's eyes wandered up and watched the two of them. Seeing the devious smile on his wife's lips and the helplessly turned on expression Atul was making made him grind his own need against the sheets, but he was still wearing his pants. So was Atul, technically. And he was in the mood to focus on the two of them. He slowly withdrew from Tenele for a minute and knelt next to Atul, running his wet fingers under his shirt and sliding them along his torso. He grabbed the lip of his pants without interrupting Tenele and pulled Atul's pants away firmly. He wanted them both bare, and both his. Atul glanced back at him as he ripped away his open shirt and ran his tongue up the man's back.