Holier Than Thou

[Emora Deen]

Atul smiled. "I want you to stay," he admitted, his hands slipping to Vlad's shirt and working with the buttons. "Please stay."

Tenele stepped around along side them, tapping the two men on the shoulder. "Is it okay if I stay here too, or do you two want to be alone?" She was smiling, that pretty soft smile. She chuckled. "I'll let you blind fold me again."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad half-closed his eyes and enjoyed the smooth touch of Atul's fingers on his chest. He shrugged out of his shirt and guided Atul backwards onto the bed, kissing along his chest and stomach. Then he stood and faced Tenele, drawing her into his arms just as tenderly as he had Atul. Kissing her, he guided her down next to Atul on the sheets.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smiled, stretching out on the sheets next to Atul. She curled next to Atul, kissing the red ring around his neck affectionately. Atul curled around on his side, running a hand up her leg and beneath the robe. Tenele reached out and grabbed Vlad's open shirt, tugging on it to pull him down with them.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad stumbled forward into the bed with them, with one knee on either side of Atul and his hands on each of their chests. He lightened his weight quickly on Tenele to avoid hurting her, leaning off balance over Atul. He settled on landing next to the demigod, pressing against the man's back just as Atul had curled up to Tenele. He studied the bruise around his friend's neck and touched it gingerly, running his fingers along the raised skin. He leaned forward and kissed his skin.

[Emora Deen]

Atul tilted his head to give Vlad better access to his neck, his hand reaching behind him and cupping the back of Vlad's neck. His hands slipped to the sash around Tenele's waist and he drew it free again, pushing the robe open with one hand. He reached up and brushed fingers through her silver hair. Atul pressed a kiss to her nose before rolling to face Vlad. He pressed his hands into Vlad's shoulders and pushed him against the bed, pressing his lips to the vampire's chest and kissing down his body. Tenele smiled, enjoying the show of watching them.

Atul kissed to the vampire's pants, unfastening them and slipping the fabric off the vampire's hips. He kissed the soft skin of Vlad's hip, glancing up the length of his body. Tenele slipped up next to Vlad, pressing kisses to his chest and pinching the skin between her teeth. Atul's breath fell hot against the vampire's skin, kissing the inside of his thighs lightly, affectionately, each kiss accepting.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad groaned softly, leaning deeper into the sheets. He nestled his fingers into Tenele's hair, his pulse jumping with each nip of her lips against him. Meanwhile, Atul's mouth pulled at things low in his body. He strained his hips upward, looking for contact.

[Emora Deen]

Atul obliged, seeking to please the vampire with his mouth. Tenel paused her care on his skin, mouth watering at the site. It sent her heart racing. Atul took great care with Vlad's body, paying close attention... and maybe because he was a man he knew exactly how to go about it.

Tenele pressed her lips to Vlad's kissing him while Atul worked on him. She trailed her kisses across his neck, biting the skin lovingly.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad writhed in the sheets, overcome with need. It was hard enough to resist Tenele's expert touch and hard-earned knowledge of every weakness he had, but feeling them both go at him at once was all he could take. "Tenele," he gasped. "Atul... Fuck..." His hands slid over Tenele's chest and carressed her firmly, ending each kneading stroke with a small twist on her nipples. "Ah," he groaned.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele gasped at Vlad's touch, pressing in closer to him. Atul smiled against Vlad's skin, trailing his tongue up the length of Vlad's need before taking him in his mouth again. He seemed determined to bring Vlad over the edge before they'd even started.

Tenele chuckled at Vlad's response to Atul's touch. "Pleased?" she asked him with a smile.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad bucked slowly against Atul's mouth, unsuccessfully attempting to hold back his moans. "Maybe a little," he gasped almost plaintively. He was beside himself, high on the attention that was focused on him and dangerously close to letting the rushing tide of sensations pull him under. He thrust into Atul's mouth and barely had the focus to wonder why he was so absurdly good at this. Tenele's small bites felt like a dozen mouths on his neck and chest, their small pricks lingering on his skin everywhere she touched. It pulsed through him, made him pulse and stretch out for more. "I can't take any more," the words slid from his throat in an ecstatic ache. His body was coiling in and in on itself, pleasure building to the point of exploding, and every time his nerves stretched out for relief, their mouths were there pushing him further. It felt like the best thing he'd ever experienced. He cried out, seconds from his limit.

[Emora Deen]

Atul took him over that limit gladly, his hands clamped down on Vlad's hips, holding tight to them. When he was finished, and Vlad was finished, he swathed his tongue across Vlad's skin and kissed up his belly slowly to join Tenele. Tenele smiled against Vlad's skin as her green eyes met Atul's mischievous look.

Tenele smiled at Vlad. "You're not done are you? I'll be disappointed if you are," she snickered to him.

"Me too," Atul chimed.

[Soran Nightblade]

"Torture artists," Vlad groaned, his flesh still trembling with the suddenness of his orgasm. "It's both your fault if I am." He leaned upward and took Tenele's face in both his hands, pressing his lips hungrily to hers. He pushed her hips upward and positioned her over him possessively.

"However, I am hardly done," he murmured huskily against her lips. "But before I can have you, Atul has some work to do." He drew her chest down toward his, kissing her deeply and caressing between her legs with his fingers.

Atul moved behind her, licking behind the area Vlad was touching with slow, warm swirls. His mouth moved away, and he worked a slick finger up inside her, while Vlad's fingers coordinated likewise in the wetness between her legs. The two moved their hands in a slow, kneading rhythm against both of her openings, while their mouths stroked and licked her skin.

[Emora Deen]

Surprise lit in Tenele's eyes. She choked on a moan, unable to tear her gaze away from Vlad. This was new, and though she'd felt it second hand from Vlad last time it didn't change this from being different. *That's not so bad,* she thought about Atul's fingers. Her body shuddered against their touch.

Her heart beat faster, and nervousness fluttered through her. She was scared, and excited... and scared. Vlad said it would hurt. But, still, excitement outweighed the fear of possible pain... and Vlad's pain had eventually melded into pure pleasure, so she was confident that the same would happen to her.

A low moan escaped her as their fingers twisted and moved and drove her closer to an edge faster than she was used to.

[Soran Nightblade]

Atul ran his teeth lightly across her back, enthralled with the reactions he was getting from her. He took his time, getting her comfortable with the sensation, but he was eager to show her more. He slid a second finger into her body and stretched her without breaking the gentle pace, stroking against a bundle of nerves deep in her opening. He could feel Vlad's fingers through the membrane between them, and he slid in time with the vampire's twisting strokes, which hooked against her g-spot.

Vlad let his mind expand out to feel her sensations. He digested the part of them that was discomfort, ran it through the Vlad-translator in his head, and translated it back into pleasure as he fed the feelings back to his wife's mind. He put special effort to keep the feelings positive as Atul used a third, wet finger. She didn't have room for that much thickness, and Vlad knew perfectly well that Atul's organ would feel doubly full inside her. He stroked soothing fingers along her cheeks and kissed her neck. He didn't bite her yet. He was saving that move in case she needed it to overcome the pain later.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele whimpered, feeling Vlad trying to make up for the discomfort and she was thankful for it. There was a combination of immense pleasure, and discomfort that was oddly pleasing. She pressed her cheek against Vlad's and then slipped down to where she rested her face in the crook of his neck. She made small, soft, tight breaths until Atul's touch grew more pleasant.