Heirot

Tenele whimpered in protest as Vlad moved away, her hips lifting to seek out his touch. When she noticed what Vlad was doing she gave a light chuckle, and slid her body more completely beneath Atul's. She kept playing with him, tormenting his flesh with alternating between desperately light, to relentlessly firm. Tenele took one of her hands and guided one of his between her legs, still working him with the other.

Atul choked out a moan as his fingers met her ready wetness. At the same time, her hand was carressing him, and Vlad was putting lines of heat along the nerves in his back. He wasn't really ready at all when Vlad's teeth took him by surprise, sinking into the muscle between his shoulder and neck.

"Vlad!" he warned accusingly, even as the vampire's seductive lust swarmed into him and made him shudder. He tried to concentrate on his fingers inside Tenele, but just thinking about it suddenly made him worried he'd lose his control right on the spot. There was no way in hell he was this sensitive. He'd had plenty of experiences in his lifetime, and his stamina was excellent. Amazing, if he let himself admit it. But these two had a way of breaking him early, and he wanted to play tonight.

"Stop!" he snarled at the relentless vampire, gasping for breath and trying not to come.

Tenele drew her hands away form him, afraid something was wrong. Her green eyes lifted to his questioningly. Tenele touched his cheek gently, and then thumped her husband soundly on the head. "Easy," she mused to him with a smile, trying to get his attention so Atul could get the rest he seemed to want. "I'm getting jealous." Tenele brushed her lips against Atul's shoulder, smiling against his skin while her eyes peered at her husband.

If Atul's reaction was a wash of heat through Vlad's body, Tenele's was a cup of cold water. His need to break Atul to his pace and his whim yielded to his wife's firm request. He withdrew his bite reluctantly and licked the man's shoulder more gently while he made his body draw back down from the feral edge he was on. Atul shivered, now impossibly turned on and without any touch to relieve it.

"It won't do to make my wife jealous," Vlad smirked, pleased with his handiwork as he felt every need echoing through the demigod. He turned to Tenele, a glint of pleased affection in his ruby eyes. He leaned over and placed his lips over hers. The touch was soft and light, but urgency melded into it.

Tenele cupped her hand around the back of his neck as he kissed her. She kissed him until she was breathless, and she drew back, pressing her head into the sheets. She appraised the two powerful, gorgeous men above her. She slowly went back to touching Atul, her hips urging him to continue, even as her lips dropped to his ear. "My husband seems to still be wearing his pants," she snickered. "Maybe you can help him out of them?"

Atul twitched his chin up proudly, not sure he wanted to leave her touch and risk tangling with the vampire's skills again so soon. Tenele had seen Vlad this way before; he could tell from the way they both acted. But this insistent, dominating side of Vlad was a bit unfamiliar to him. He slid his fingers away from her perfect skin reluctantly and turned on Vlad. The vampire took one look at him and smirked. "If you can."

Atul rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Then he burst forward and tackled the vampire to the bed. Vlad wrestled back against him, though their strength was about evenly matched. He laughed as the king got more into the challenge and pegged him hard by the center of the chest.

"How are you going to hold me down and undress me at the same time?" Vlad chortled, his voice purring with amusement.

"You're going to undress yourself," Atul instructed. A hint of wildness was there in the fringes of his blue eyes as his lips pulled back in a hard smile. "Now."

Vlad paused, studying this new attitude and trying to decide if the demigod could actually pull it off, and if so, whether he wanted to submit to it. "Make me," he tested.

Tenele gave the two powerful men plenty of room, moving back to the head of the bed and curling naked across the pillows. She tucked her arms beneath her head and watched them with an amused smile. There was something enticing about watching the two powerful men wrestle for dominance. She wasn't sure Vlad was willing to give it up, and she didn't mind. She'd openly admitted she wanted his dominance over her tonight. She was tired of being pampered.

It was exciting to see the King get into it. So, the beautiful maiden stretched beautifully across the width of the bed, her warm back pressed against the elegantly carved headboard, and watched the scene unfold.

"Sometimes biting helps break his resolve," Tenele offered Atul, giving her husband a wicked smile.

Atul and Vlad locked eyes, and they could both feel the other's ego budding through their connection. Vlad's expression flickered between responding with excitement or aggression.

Rather than give the vampire time to make a decision, Atul pinned his chin sideways against the bed while still holding his chest down. Just as Vlad went to struggle, hard teeth found the muscle in the side of his neck and bit down, hard.

Vlad jerked, letting out a harsh yelp. His hands went to Atul's shoulders and shoved. "Ass," he snarled.

Atul pushed down with his full weight and dug in harder. "Strip, if you want me to stop," he growled against his neck.

The vampire let out a cry that was half frustration and half sweet agony. He tried to roll Atul sideways, but he wound up digging his fingers into the man's shoulders instead.

"Well?" Atul laved his tongue over the skin between his teeth.

"You're forgetting something," Vlad said, sounding breathless despite his intention not to.

"What?"

Vlad smiled, savoring the teeth in his neck one more moment. Then his body disappeared from beneath Atul, except for his pants. His bare form reappeared above the king, slamming him flat to the bed. His organ lay warm and heavy against his back, rock hard from their little wrestling match, as he murmured. "I can do that."

Tenele giggled, stretching her arms across the bed. "I think that's cheating!" Tenele told him, narrowing her eyes accusingly. "But, Atul did manage to get you out of your pants it seems, one way or the other."

The Queen's Maiden shifted from where she lay, crawling seductively slow towards them. She sat back on her heals when she was close to them, pushing her silver hair from her face. It curled over her shoulders, delicate and soft against her warm skin. "Do you two need to be alone?" she asked sweetly, her finger tips trailing tantalizingly over her own flesh. "I don't want to intrude."

"The way I see it," Vlad flashed a cunning smile at his wife as he shoved Atul a little deeper into the sheets, "This is all your fault."

He felt Atul's mind key in on his thought process, so he slowly took his weight off the other man. They both turned on Tenele, their eyes gleaming intently.

"It truly isn't fair to have all this fun without her. Shall we include her more?" Atul sighed craftily.

"It's only fair," Vlad agreed. He crawled over Tenele, forcing her to lie down to make room for him above her. Two warm hands took hers and drew them up over her head. Atul kissed her fingers before pinning her hands together above her with one hand. His other hand ran fingers through her soft hair while Vlad settled over her, licking her neck while he slid himself against her wetness.

Tenele swallowed hard, wiggling her wrists beneath Atul's grasp. Excitement sent her heart racing. She turned her face to the side to allow her husband better access to her neck. Her body writhed beneath him, her hips lifting to rub her body against his. Being pinned by Vlad's body and Atul's strong grip best a strong turn on for her, surprising well given the helpless position she was in. But, there was nothing to fear from the two of them, and that's why it worked so well.

"This isn't fair," Tenele told him in a breath. The smile on her lips and the way her body moved beneath her husband was a clear sign of how little she cared about fairness.

Vlad kissed her neck slowly, possessive excitement coursing through him. The more she moved under him, the firmer he pressed against her. He looped his arms under her legs and raised them, denying her that movement as well. Then he slid into her. He didn't need to go slow; he could feel her ready for him. So he didn't hold back. He had been without her for a week, and he let himself show her how much his body had missed her.

Atul's grip on her wrists tightened as his unrelieved need was tortured by the vampire's sensations.

Tenele moaned, her back trying to arch, but the position made it difficult. Her small hands tightened into fists with each swift thrust of pleasure, her wrists wiggling in Atul's tight grip. There was little she could do but enjoy. So, that is what Tenele did. She settled into the sheets and let them do as they wished. Her lustful stair darted between the King and her husband.

Vlad wasn't gentle, but he did have very precise skill as he thrust against the nerves inside her. His stomach tightened with the ecstasy of possessing her as he wished and of knowing that she wanted it. However, growing keener and keener in his mind was Atul's tortured pleasure watching them. No kissing and no penetration... they'd made things rather difficult for the man. Looking up at the lust in his azure gaze made Vlad groan.

"Having some trouble, friend?" Vlad teased, distracted between the two of them. It was difficult to even think of giving up an inch of his wife, even to satisfy Atul at the moment. His tongue and teeth played at her neck, teasing himself and her both.

Atul's gaze sharpened at the vampire's mocking tone. "Tenele, your husband may deserve my attention," he said darkly, politely asking for her blessing to abandon his grip on her hands. He had a feeling, after last time, that she might prove an ally if he showed Vlad exactly what he was capable of.

Tenele nodded, drawing her hands from his loosening grip. She wrapped her arms around her husband, crying out with each forceful thrust her husband made. She wanted his teeth in her, wanted his power soaking through her. Her fingers curled around the back of her husband's neck and she drew him harder against her skin. Her only hesitation of asking for it was the memory of how overloading it was to have both the men in her mind through the whole journey. Even still.... She wanted it.

Tenele, delirious with pleasure, moaned her husband's name, begging for more of him. All of him. Until she couldn't think, or breathe, or speak.