Heirot

Vlad returned Atul's gaze, affirming the unspoken thought. In sync with each other, the man swam ahead of their maiden and intercepted her path through the water. Vlad rose up on her left, stroking her neck with his left hand while the other circled her back. "If I recall correctly, I was lured out here by a certain, coy woman," he teased silkily into her ear. His hand behind her back pulled loose the tie that held the fabric around her. He chuckled as it drifted loose in the water and was driven up onto the shore by a cresting wave.

Tenele watched the fabric float away, her green eyes flickering to him. The water reflected the fading light across her warm skin and face. She eyed the two of them suspiciously. "Yes, I lured you out," she admitted with a smile. She leaned in towards his ear, taking it between her lips and nibbling there. And then, slowly she drew back enough to whisper. "But, I think you secretly wanted it."

She smiled, that brilliant, beautiful smile. "Okay, you enjoy Atul's company. I'm sure he'll be gentle with you." She chuckled as she tried to escape.

Vlad smirked devilishly. As if her careless nibble on his ear wasn't enough incentive, his instincts kicked in as she tried to escape a second time. His hands found her wrists easily in the water and closed around them, pulling her deeper with her back to his chest. "Gentle? I hope he won't be," he teased, licking the salt from her neck. "Especially if you're watching."

Tenele's heart jumped at the idea, and her breath came a bit quicker. She struggled in her husband's solid grasp and eyed Atul, with his sultry grin as he waded in the water. She tilted her head up to keep the water from splashing across her face as a wave came by. "Watch?" she murmured with excitement, her green eyes fluttering to her husband. She smiled at him, and then at Atul. The King was definitely not known for being gentle when it came to Vlad.

"Is that a request?" Vlad raised his eyebrows at her, a bit surprised and possibly impressed that she could be excited by such an idea. His vampiric instincts were one thing, but human sexuality tended to flow by slightly different rules. Sometimes he was pleasantly shocked when the two overlapped. He thought about it a moment. With his wife's form gently struggling in his grasp, it was hard to imagine anything else competing with his interest for her. But if he allowed his eyes to wander to the man wading toward them, copper skin shining like wet gold in the waning sunlight, his nerves tugged restlessly at his aggressive side. Atul was a rival and a lover at the same time, and that paradoxical attraction was impossible to deny. Even if Tenele were not at his side, with her pulse racing and spurring him on, even knowing his affections had never strayed toward a man before, he could not deny that the king was attractive to him. More than just attractive.

Was that a request? Maybe it was because she didn't view Atul as a threat to their relationship, but as an exciting add on. It didn't bother her to imagine the two of them together without her. "Only if you both save energy for me," she chuckled, lifting her legs to poke her toes against Atul's stomach.

Tenele smiled as Atul slipped up next to them. He lowered his head to press a hot kiss to the center of her chest. "Is that what you want?" he asked her, dragging his lips across the damp skin. He lifted his blue gaze to Vlad, smiling mischievously. He stepped around behind Vlad, pressing in close to him. "Or better yet, is that what you want?" Atul asked Vlad huskily, his hands fisting on the vampire's hips.

"Maybe if you beg me," Vlad's voice was a teasing caress as he placed an open palm on Atul's chest and shoved him, mischievous rubies following his trajectory into the water.

Atul chuckled and went of Vlad's back. He wrapped his arms around him, worming them between Tenele's back and Vlad's chest. "Please?" he growled in Vlad's ear, his hand slipping under the loincloth.

Tenele's pulse jumped, and she tried to worm her way free from Vlad. "Its really hard to watch if I'm facing away from the action!" she protested with a soft giggle. She twisted her face into Vlad's neck and bit down.

Vlad's breath hitched and his body instantly responded to Atul's touch, so easily it was a little unsettling. Tenele knew his buttons and controlled his heart. She could draw out the most tender and intimate side of him that no one, no one else was permitted to know. Atul, on the other hand, was strong, and capable of the same level of playful roughness as the vampire. Though Vlad suspected Atul's roughness was mostly offered to indulge him, he craved it the moment he felt the king's hands close hard over his organ.

Tenele's teeth were completely unexpected in the midst of his battle with Atul's hands. A soft snarl curled from his lips. His hands released Tenele's arms, forgetting their hold.

"Is that a yes?" Atul asked him, his other hand losing the loin cloth around Vlad's waist and chucking it towards shore. His teeth played at the back of Vlad's neck.

Tenele slipped in the water when Vlad released her, turning to watch them. Her silver hair clung to her skin and the sides of her face. Her green eyes watched them carefully. "Should we... go somewhere with a solid setting... Where its easier to keep your footing?" There wasn't much to hold onto and if Vlad was right and didn't want gentleness then she didn't see how this was going to go well. In her mind she saw them nearly drowning trying to keep up the pace, and keep their balance.

Vlad wheeled on the king forcing him a step back in the water. The vampire's hands shot out for his. He managed to capture one of Atul's wrists and force it behind the king's back, while he pressed forward into him. They locked in the water, Vlad's mouth crushing against Atul's. He licked the king's lips possessively and pressed him down into the water, dominant and excited.

Tenele was right, he knew. This joust would be harder in the water, and wouldn't provide Tenele with the show she seemed to think she was ready for. The thought made him smile as he and Atul wrestled, skin sliding against skin in the water before he finally let the man up for air.

Atul gasped a ragged breath, sweeping his black hair out of his face. His lips tugged into a smile, his eyes gleaming powerfully. He was just about to lung for Vlad when Tenele stepped between them. He faltered and nearly fell into her. She took his hand and then took Vlad's. "Come on," she told them sweetly over the gentle crashing waves.

Tenele led them from the water, up onto the shore. She stooped to gather their clothes from the beach. Stalker immediately brushed his muzzle across her bare leg. "Go for a walk, boy," she told him, ruffling the fur behind his ears. Stalker exhaled harshly, blowing hot air against her skin before he trotted off.

The cabin they were staying at had a long wide porch that was concealed by panels of woven wicker on one side. On the porch was a large round cushion, the size of bed. She assumed it was for sleeping outside when the heat was to much for sleeping in doors. Atop the round cushion were mounds of pillows in all sorts of shapes, sizes and colors. Near that was a fire pit, which still held the fire from earlier but it was less impressive than before. Tenele hooked their clothes to let the wind dry them.

Atul crept behind Vlad, brushing his lips against his shoulder. "Seems she's beckoning towards the soft bedding."

Vlad glanced over his shoulder, his strong neck arching gracefully under the man's lips. Completely nude and not the least bit bashful about it, he stretched and arm back and drew Atul's mouth to his. "If you wanted to be in the bed, you just had to ask," he tormented. Though probably, Atul already had. The king's seductive plea from earlier still tingled in his memory. Please.

"To the soft bedding, then," he smirked. "If you expect to handle me without Tenele's protection, you'll probably need it." He grabbed a tan wrist and pressed his other hand flat to the man's abs as he pushed him back toward the cushions.

Atul fell back into the bed, settling in against the cushions. Atul cupped the back of Vlad's head and drew him into a hard kiss will his other hand skimmed down to his own beachwear and removed it, tossing it onto the floor. His arm pulled Vlad in harshly, drawing the vampires cool hard body against his hotter one.

Tenele slipped to an unoccupied end of the round bed kneeling down onto it. She tugged a cushioned pillow into her lap while she watched her husband and his lover go at it. Her heart raced, and her body responded to the site, and her conscience tried to argue on whether she was being a perve or not for going along with this.

The king disappeared in a shower of blue sparks, only to reappear behind Vlad, his naked body crushing the vampire into the pillows. "I hope your prepared," he groaned, his hand sliding flat up the length of Vlad's back to wrap around the back of his neck and pin him into the bed.

Vlad fell face-first into the fabric as his target disappeared from beneath him. The sudden hot weight bearing down on his back and neck made him momentarily freeze, lying still with the sensations of Atul's skin against his. Fire spread from his loins to his skull and back again, like a riptide sucking him under. He knew what the king felt like inside him, and he wanted it. A close cousin to that instinct told him to resist, to make his lover fight for permission to enter him.

The vampire pushed up on his hands, lifting them both, and cast himself sideways. Grappling with Atul and knocking pillows off the platform in the process, he pinned the king on his side. Like a dominant wolf, his teeth closed down on the side of his friend's neck while a pale hand pinned Atul's head into the softness beneath them. It wasn't a full bite, just a display of dominance, but Vlad's tongue lathed over the skin of the man's neck with threatening tenderness, enjoying the control he believed he had.