Heirot

Vlad sat up slowly. Maybe she actually was ready? Something in her scent had changed, the mood seeming more familiar. He moved to her side, and then knelt just in front of her, looking into her eyes with a bright ruby gaze. "I am in control," he told her quietly, his voice caring beneath the transfixed lust. "I will not hurt you, but if you want me to stop," he placed two fingertips lightly to her chest, just below her collarbone and just above where the wedding ring hung from its chain. "Stop me."

His cool, smooth fingers traced up her neck, cupping her opposite jaw. He leaned in toward her and ran his tongue slowly against the side of her neck. He couldn't resist. His lips pulled back and he traced his teeth along her skin.

His hand tightened securely along her neck, and he bit down. His fings slid easily through her flesh, accompanied by an outpouring of power. Vlad closed his eyes in ecstasy and took care not to draw her blood too quickly. He wanted to show her what he was capable of, while he still could.

Tenele trembled nervously as his tongue ran over her skin. I am in control. That had a double meaning for Tenele, but she took comfort in the fact that if he frightened her she could get him off with the necklace she wore.

Then, his fangs pushed through the skin. It wasn't painful, not like she expected. But, there was this subtle feeling of sweetness that came with it. Her body tingled. Her nerves warmed. She inhaled a sharp gasp. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she clutched at the leaves she sat on. Was this it? It wasn't so bad. It wasn't bad at all, she thought.

Vlad resisted the urge to slide up against her, to crawl to the floor with her and merge with her body. But his mouth wasn't so well behaved. He let her feel his pleasure, pouring fantasy and excitement through their link. A low moan escaped his throat as he stayed with her just a few more seconds.

Tenele moaned. Her body went lax, wanting to lie back across the floor. Her legs parted, as if begging for him to touch her all on their own. She couldn't think about being embarrassed. She couldn't think about anything at all. Not when he was showing her what he wanted, making her want it too. She panted against the skin of his shoulder. Her hands moved from the leaves to grasp at his neck and shoulder. It was like being drugged or possessed by lust.

"More," she whispered, then clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock.

Vlad didn't give her more. He didn't touch her with anything but his hand on her neck and his teeth in her vein. He drew out slowly and licked her wound, full of affection. His other hand pressed over the wound to help it clot as he sat back to look her in the eyes. "Okay?" he asked warmly. It looked a bit like he was strangling her, with both his hands on the sides of her neck, but he wanted to be sure she could stay upright.

Tenele felt a little delirious. She trembled, and she was turned on beyond recognition as much as she was nervous and worried. She noticed the obscene position her body had taken up in the midst of his feeding, and she drew her legs back together modestly. She had the terrible combination of feeling pleasured and empty at once. Hallow, like she needed to finish that stimulation. Like she'd nearly reached a climax, but had the possibility stripped right before cresting the edge.

She huffed, green eyes fluttering to look at him. There was a wild look there for a moment, like the old Tenele would give him when she was about to rip his clothes off. It smouldered quickly. "I'm okay," she replied. "I think I need to go for a walk, though. Cool my head."

Vlad smiled. It filled him with excitement to think that she'd wanted him that way, but he hadn't given her a choice. Taking her to climax or bringing the act any further might as well be rape, and he wasn't going to walk any gray lines where that was concerned. Not after what she'd been through. If she asked him, though... Oh, if she asked him... He forced his hormones under control and sat back from her. "Would you like to walk alone?"

Tenele nodded, "Yeah."

She stood up a bit dizzily, her legs felt all wobbly. "I won't go too far." Tenele left the shelter and walked off into the night. She was truthful. She didn't leave too far, but she went as far as she expected a human man to be able to hear her, still not remembering that Vlad's hearing surpassed a humans.

She found a comfortable looking rock to lie on and she climbed up, laying back to look at the stars. Her body still throbbed for touch, slick, and hot and ready. It felt a little cruel of him, but she was so thankful that he hadn't taken advantage of the situation or used his power for evil. He'd allowed her the freedom of making the choice to come to him eventually under her own duress.

She thought about those sensations, those fantasies. It made her breath come quick, and her hands move over her own body. The ache to be touched was too great. She really wanted to kick him. Was that his plan, to work her up and then hope she caved?

No, he wouldn't have let her get off that easy had he intended that.

Tenele's hands roamed over her own body lightly, the faintest of touch. It tickled and enticed. She kept thinking about him, and she thought about him swimming. His hard body. She thought the idea of him should repulse her after what she'd been through, but her trust for him was too strong. Made stronger by his restraint. He didn't repulse her. He made her feel safe. Wanted. Loved.

She turned her thoughts to those fantasies again, and moaned softly at her own touch. She closed her eyes to the stars and relished in the feeling of her own fingers and her own fantasies until she finished with a soft shaking cry.

Vlad lay on the leaves alone in the tent. He was full of energy, and his body could think of only one thing it wanted to do with it. The vampire pressed the front of his body into the leaves, looking for friction and not finding any. He was thinking about what Tenele would do right now, his Tenele, if they'd just shared that moment. He was picturing rolling with her across the leaves, pinning each other down. Her soft teeth closing around his skin, her wet body teasing him in revenge for teasing her.

His hands worked low over his skin, pushing away the salt-stiff fabric of his pants and freeing him to the cool night air. He was so hard it was almost painful to touch himself. He arched over, his breath picking up as his own hand glided up and down. "Tenele," he breathed. His grip grew tighter. "Ah...haah!" he growled, shooting his release across the leaves. He lay still and tried to let his body calm down.

Tenele felt a little embarrassed as she saw the glow of the shelter come into view. She'd just done that... in the open air. Where anyone could see. But, at the same time it was a little invigorating.

Tenele heard his pleasured cry, and spotted the faint shadow of his body against the banana leaves. Her mouth watered. She put her hands to her head and closed her eyes.

She paused. She couldn't go in there right now. He'd just finished and... Surely he needed to compose himself and catch his breath and...

Tenele stalked up to the shelter and ducked inside. "Oh, that air was just what I needed," she said, trying to act normal, even if her skin was flushed and her body smelled of sex from her own adventures. She let her eyes settle on him.

Vlad was too euphoric to notice her approach. He glanced down at the tent opening and Tenele right there in front of him. He was still buzzing with the effects of his climax, and he wasn't dressed. He rolled forward abruptly to lie on his still-hard member, and sucked in a breath as he accidentally took his chest to the leaves as well.

Great, she was going to think he was a sex addict or something. "I thought you'd be out a while longer, sorry. Give me a second to get dressed," he said slyly, looking back at her. His muscled back and naked ass glowed in the firelight.

Tenele had been so focused on trying to act normal that she hadn't even noticed he was naked until he pointed it out. "Oh, gods! Sorry," she blurted out, turning away. She didn't stay that way for long, peeking over her shoulder to admire him. "Its okay. Its perfectly normal. All adults do it. Don't be ashamed..."

Ashamed? Vlad broke out into rapturous laughter, and couldn't seem to stop himself. He sat up and leaned over his knees, holding his chest with a wince as he let it all out. Her reaction seemed to have robbed him of all modesty. "Oh, gods, you're amazing," he smiled, still chuckling as he stood gracefully to draw his pants back on. "I suppose I got in over my head, there. And I have to say, I rather enjoyed it," he purred, sinking down on his back to smile at her.

Tenele smirked, sitting down on her own pile of leaves. She crossed her legs at her ankles and leaned back on her elbows. "Oh, I was going to suggest you continue if you weren't finished." There was that wickedness Tenele normally carried so well. It was even in the slightly devious glint in her eyes. It was like having him inside her head made her even more comfortable around him than she had been before. "I could leave you alone and come back in a few minutes."

Vlad's heart leapt. She wanted to watch him. She enjoyed being needed by him. His lips parted, and suddenly lying on his back looked a little obscene. "You made short work of me, my love, but if you're looking for a show, I'll gladly give you one," he teased.