Holier Than Thou

[Emora Deen]

Tenele jumped when Vlad pinned Atul down and bit him. She arched an eyebrow, trying to decide if this was going to end good... or bad. But, by the sound of Atul's moan she guessed it was going well. The King struggled with Vlad, tempted to teleport again but worried it would use up too much of his energy. Not to mention it seemed like cheating. So he struggled with the vampire through force. Atul wrestled with Vlad, rolling until he had the vampire pinned on his back. His lower body pressed into Vlad's, rubbing along him. His teeth dove done to the vampire's nipple pinching it hard between his teeth. "Let me have you," he growled. His eyes lifted to Tenele, watching her as she watched them. Her lips were parted in a breath, her hands knotted in the pillow with excitement.

Tenele watched them, and though there was no one here to see it she still felt embarrassed for watching them. Her cheeks flushed. She enjoyed the show, and wondered quietly if she was supposed to be this experimental. Though, she guessed what happened in her bedroom was their business.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's hands latched onto Atul's shoulders, still pushing him away, but not really. The resistance was a kind of invitation, coming from Vlad. If he hadn't wanted the man over him, biting him, touching him, he could teleport out of the scenario as surely as Atul could. Which meant his partner was enjoying their game as much as he was. The thought, combined with the king's growled command, finally pulled a low groan from his lips. He reached down and closed his hand between Atul's legs, his grip firm but not too rough. Most men did not share the vampire's affinity for pain.

"Take me, then," he snarled next to the man's ear, torn between enjoying what they were currently doing or submitting to that harsher, deeper contact. The awareness that Tenele was watching, that her heart was beating faster by the minute as she enjoyed herself, was a devastating pleasure in and of itself.

[Emora Deen]

Atul huffed as he felt Vlad's hand wrap about him. His breath caught in his throat, and then a slow dark smile tugged at his lips. He dragged Vlad's hand reluctantly away and then flipped the vampire over with relative ease. His inhuman strength hauled Vlad to his hands and knees where he leaned in behind him. He press against Vlad firmly, guiding himself. He gave the vampire no warning as he entered, burrowing to the hilt in one swift thrust that tore a ragged cry from his own lips.

Tenele forgot to breathe.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad tried holding his breath, but it all tore loose in a conflicted scream as Atul ripped his nerves wide open. Another trembling gasp brought his composure at least part of the way back. "Go on," he invited harshly.

He'd wanted this - no, needed this - every since those crippling events months ago. The guilt had left him numb and itching. Tenele was always so gentle, so forgiving. Secretly, as always, he felt an eagerness to be hurt, to have punishment rip into him. He needed it badly enough to literally enjoy it. Badly enough that he doubted he could ever reach completion without at least some measure of it.

It was a far stretch from a normal instinct, but it was part of what - of who - he was. He imagined he was exceedingly fortunate to have found not just one, but two lovers willing to accept this self-destructive part of him and indulge it without ever becoming intimidated or resorting to actual cruelty. He'd certainly had less successful experiences, long before he'd ever learned the names Tenele Raider or Atul Hajaris.

[Emora Deen]

Atul chuckled, the sound vibrating across Vlad's back. "As you wish," he told Vlad in a low sultry voice. He started pumping, his hands knotting into Vlad's skin. He bit harshly on Vlad's shoulder. He was not gentle in the way he took the vampire. He spared a glance to Tenele, he was flushed and breathing quickly. Her hands skimmed over her own body, and it seemed to add fuel to his fire.

Tenele would have been worried about Vlad had he not asked Atul to continue, and from the look on their faces it was pleasurable...

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad hissed and leaned deeper into the pillows, adjusting to the immense pressure. For a few seconds there was only pain, but the pleasure morphed in behind it until even the pain was ecstasy. Soon it was all he could do to just hang on. Atul was riding him, biting him, claiming him. Tenele was watching... Some might have felt self-conscious, but Vlad was a stranger to shyness. "There," he growled out, "Yes." He pressed into the cushion and groaned helplessly.

[Emora Deen]

Atul felt powerful, in control, and he enjoyed it. He crushed Vlad into the sheets, his body pounding into the vampire until he felt his own climax building. He groaned against Vlad's flesh, reaching beneath. His hands skimmed along Vlad's stomach and down until he grabbed hold of him.

He cast his gaze to Tenele again. Her hand skimmed to touch herself, and yet she drew away, as if too shy to do it before them. He could see the tension in her eyes, hear how thick her breathing had become. It only fueled him into taking her husband more thoroughly.

"Vlad..." he warned the vampire. His teeth drew blood and his hand tightened around Vlad as he drove inward.

[Soran Nightblade]

The vampire made no attempt to stay quiet as excitement built into euphoria and then uncontrollable ecstasy. He jerked in Atul's tight grip, imagining that it was Tenele's body wrapped around him. His red eyes slid open enough to see her, and to let her see him, at the height of his sexuality and ready to explode. He wanted her insatiably, even though he was much too far along to form the words to invite her to him, let alone claim her with the attention she deserved. Watching her and thinking such things only reduced his control further, while Atul swelled impossibly thick inside him. Teeth drove into his shoulder, and it suddenly felt like three hands around him instead of one. He cried out, his focus zooming back in on the lover who was marking him, warning him. "Ah! Fuck. Atul," he gasped, his voice shredding apart along with his control. "Now. Do it now!" he commanded, his own body coiling and tightening to climax.

[Emora Deen]

Atul felt his release wash through him with a shuddering cry. He went deep and still and stayed there, his hands tightening on Vlad. He collapsed along the vampire's back, breathing hot and ragged against his skin. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of Vlad around him. He trailed hot kisses against Vlad's skin, affectionate and apologetic at the same time. "Hope I didn't break you," he chuckled.

Tenele let her body slide along the pillows until she was draped pleasantly on her side. It accented the graceful curves she possessed. Her finger tips tickled along her hip and thigh. It was clear from the haze of her gaze that watching them had been pleasing to her. She wasn't sure after that if they would have the energy or desire to pay attention to her body. It was both pleasing and a little disappointing.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's organ released in Atul's grasp, drenching the pillows under them in pulse after pulse until the vampire finally shuddered in the stillness of their connected bodies. "No," he protested, his voice thick with affection, "That was good. You were so good."

He pressed back into the heat of Atul's skin, no longer sparring with him. Now that they'd joined, he lingered in every contact and made no show of protest.

There was, however, for the vampire, one more need still caressing his senses, unfilled. Tenele's heart beat like a cool spring of water in contrast to Atul's raging blaze. The king's affection was red-hot and embracing, but Tenele's racing heartbeat called to him like it was home to his soul.

Vlad twisted under Atul, sliding free from their connection somewhat reluctantly. He kissed the man lovingly, overwhelmed with tenderness after all that fire and passion. Then his fangs went to the king's neck, leaving his mark just enough to connect them and share the warm buzz of afterglow. *I want to bring her with us,* he whispered into Atul's mind.

[Emora Deen]

Atul nodded, stroking his fingers along Vlad's spine. *I want her too,* he whispered back through the link. He had no need to question the vampire's stamina. They were both immortal men, who recovered their energy rather quickly. Too quickly in some cases for their very mortal lover, but Atul doubted Tenele would complain at this point.

Now that they were finished, Tenele seemed to be daydreaming. Her green eyes looked up at the stars, her hands still playing along her skin. She was letting them catch their breath while she tried to cool her desire by admiring the sky. The firelight flickered warm across her skin, and her damp silver hair fanned out across the pillows.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad slowly rose up in the pillows, like a big cat stretching. His gaze fell on his wife lying gorgeous and excited in the firelight. He could not imagine loving her or wanting her more. He prowled to her side and lay on the sheets beside her, his eyes meeting hers in quiet affection while his fingers traced patterns on her cheek. He slowly roamed lower, down her neck to her chest, tracing but not quite capturing the spots where she needed contact. "Was the show to your liking?" he purred amorously. She smelled sweet and warm to him.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's lips parted in a breath at his teasing touch. She pressed her forehead to his, closing her eyes. "It was exciting," she told him truthfully, her body moving, sliding in invitation. "I'm glad you had fun." She smiled, her fingertips brushing along his cheek and neck.

Atul slid up next to Vlad, peering down at the beautiful woman lying casually across the pillows.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad tilted his chin enough to kiss her, gentle but eager. "You look like you might enjoy some...assistance," he purred softly. He nuzzled along her jawline to the crook of her neck.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele nodded. "I need assistance," she corrected with a gentle smile. Her eyes darted to Atul as he moved towards her feet. his finger tips glided up the inside of her leg tantalizingly slow, but never ventured further than her mid-thigh. It was torture for her, after watching them for so long. But, he seemed to be waiting for something, though she wasn't sure what.