Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's body was still, but the world fell apart beneath him as she drew back. She'd kissed him back, and for a few moments it had been her. His lover, his soul, his wife. He smiled helplessly, and his hunger was forced to submit and lie down. "I won't hurt you," he said reassuringly as he leaned in, his aim lower this time, and placed his lips over her neck. He didn't know how far she wanted to go, and she apparently didn't either. He would not make love to her. He would not risk her last memory of his body being one of regret. But...there was one thing he would still consider. "May I bring you the whole way with me," he whispered into her neck.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele nodded, and then realizing that he might not have seen, she exhaled a soft breath, "Yes." She held her dress a little tighter to her. "You may." Tenele wasn't sure what she was agreeing too, but she trusted him. He always did exactly as he promised.

[Soran Nightblade]

That sealed his decision. His arms slipped around her back, sheltering her from the hardness of the rock behind her. He drew her blood with all the tender care he'd used the last time, and added the same pleasure. But this time, he didn't hold back his passion for her. His excitement was raw for her to feel, and he gave it to her in kind.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's hands slipped away from her dress. It stayed pinned between them as she wormed her arms out and around him. This feeling again... She'd never felt anything this good, not to her recollection. Was this always how it would be with him? The sensations made her body ache for him, but they were controlled in such away that she didn't need him to touch her. She moaned softly into his shoulder, each moan growing louder and higher the closer he took her to the edge. Was this even possible? How could he make her feel such things with just his bite.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad closed his eyes, overwhelmed by her taste and her soft cries. He moaned into her skin and gave her all of himself. He wanted her to remember it. Even if she had a dozen lovers later, he wanted her to always remember this. His hips pressed over hers, their bodies flush, as he wrapped her in the heat of his power.

[Emora Deen]

"Ah!" Tenele clutched him tighter, her body shaking at the sensations he was giving her. Her knees went weak, but he held her fast with his arms around her. "Vlad..."

[Soran Nightblade]

He growled out his pleasure as she called his name. He latched onto the edge of her mind, the closest he could get to her without bringing himself to climax. Easily, almost casually, he drew her beyond her limits and thrust his full power into her.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's knees buckled. She cried out, digging her fingers into his skin. Her world exploded in a wash of heat and white light. Her breath washed across his skin in heavy heaving puffs. It was too much. It felt too good, and she feared that if he caused that feeling again too soon she might lose what was left of her sanity. "Mercy," she whispered faintly to him, nuzzling his shoulder.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad hugged her tight, and withdrew from her slowly. His tongue washed over her neck, softly pressing the wound closed.

Above them, somewhere during their adventure, the rain had let up. Vlad didn't notice anything but her. He held her close, his cheek against her ear, and couldn't imagine letting her go. He was too happy.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele stayed very quiet while her breathing evened out, and the buzz of her body fell into a light hum. Her soft breath fanned out across his damp skin. "Thank you for sharing this with me," she murmured. Tenele pressed a light kiss to his shoulder.

"If we are cursed to this island, my only wish is that we could live here together and be happy... As happy as we can be without our daughter." Tenele was sure that by now they would have made it to Hajara. Tenara was probably in the care of her other father. She wondered if their estranged lover even thought about finding them. "It seems a little cruel to lose the memories I had of you, and then just as I grow to care for you again I lose you."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad held her tight. He wasn't sure what to say. She wanted to be with him. She cared for him? It felt as unexpected as it had the first time they'd fallen in love. "I'll be with you as long as I can," he said warmly. He took a small step back and scooped her up into his arms and smirked. "I'd best show off until then." He carried her back to the teepee, enjoying her light weight in his arms.

[Emora Deen]

Back inside the teepee Tenele slipped her dress back on as quickly as she could, feeling embarrassed that she took it off in the first place. She put her hands to her head, pushing her wet silver hair out of the way. She sat close to the fire so that her clothing could dry. "I'm sorry I was so forward," she murmured. "I... My head feels very weird sometimes. Sometimes I move, and I don't know why I did it. I often wonder if maybe your wife is in the back of my head screaming to be let out, to move on her own accord, and that's why I do strange things. Like instinct."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smiled at her, stretched out on his side on the opposite side of the fire. "I'm sure that's it," he teased.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele frowned at him. He didn't believe her. "Well, there is an explanation, I'm sure," she protested. Why else would she take her clothes off in front of a man she barely knew, even if last night she'd watched him... Tenele appraised him quietly. He was attractive. Maybe, too attractive. Maybe he was like some kind of incubus.

[Soran Nightblade]

"Most women don't find their attraction to me hard to explain," Vlad added smugly.