Holier Than Thou

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad rose and guided her onto her back. The vampire licked her breasts and trailed lower. Then he pulled one of her legs up and out, exposing Tenele to Atul's teasing fingers. The vampire glanced to the king and guided his hand up along her thigh, all the way to the wetness between her legs. Guiding the man, he slid Atul's fingers over the area several times in warm circles, then indicated for him to go further. He mentally conveyed his permission. Then he lowered his mouth over her and began a skillful massage with his tongue and lips, licking her in firm swirls. He moaned faintly at the taste of her.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele gasped before letting out an approving moan as she felt the combination of Atul's fingers and Vlad's mouth. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back into the pillows. Her hand glided over her breasts, down her torso and into Vlad's hair. It occurred to her then that she was well and truly spoiled by the two of them. Her lips curled into a smile as Atul added another finger to his cause. Their touch brought pleased whimpers from her until her body withered from it. She half sat up, one hand gripping a pillow and the other knotting in Vlad's hair.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad flicked his tongue firmly along her most delicate spots, building up a rhythm. He'd had practice with this. A lot of very, very skilled practice. He invested himself in his task, groaning softly into her skin as he felt her pulse through her body and knew that Atul was matching his pace. His body was full and hard again, and he suspected the same of Atul, from the way the man felt in his mind. Part of him wanted to take his wife to the edge by joining with her. Another wanted to stay with his lips at her center, and feel her draw to climax from their touch alone.

[Emora Deen]

She moaned, her toes curling. She threw her head back with a gasp, fingers knotting tighter. "Ah!" she cried, feeling herself dangling on the edge. Her body curled in, her legs opening to allow them more access to her. She opened her mouth to warn them, but all that came out was a long moan. Her body shook as she crossed the threshold and she sank back into the bed, heaving breath.

Atul gave a pleased smile, his blue gaze darting to her husband.

[Soran Nightblade]

Fire met ice as Vlad's gaze met with Atul's, satisfied and proud. Even with a direct blood connection to his wife, Vlad could feel the hectic pattern of her pulse as her climax pulled through her. He slid up alongside her and pulled her into a tight embrace, effortlessly strong and secure. His eyes sought out Atul's, requesting his touch as well. The vampire was a greedy cuddler when it came to afterglow shenanigans. He wanted every bit of contact he was capable of.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele breathed heavily against her husband as Atul slid up along side her. Trapped between them made it easy to see how excited that had made them, and the fact that Atul's hands were still wandering and investigating parts of her body. His teeth nibbled on her shoulder and neck. "I don't know how you do it," she muttered. "Both of you."

"We could show you," Atul chuckled.

Tenele buried her face against Vlad's skin, sucking flesh lovingly.

Atul reached out and brushed his hand against Vlad's forehead, wondering if he was pushing. *Should I calm down?*

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's mind shivered with the touch of her lips on his skin. If he advised Atul to stop, he'd be hard pressed to take his own advice while she was sucking on him like that. "It is not us, maiden girl," his voice was a warm sigh. "You make us this way, whether you try to or not." His eyes met hers feelingly, neither pressing her nor pulling away. "Now that we are under your spell, tell us what you wish of us." He smirked, his eyes twinkling with the suggestion that they were truly at her mercy to command.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's cheeks flushed as she stared into her husband's red eyes. She glanced away to the stars. Tenele could be completely assertive one moment, and adorably innocent the next. Tonight she was a mixture of both. "I want..." Her fingertips skipped down his chest and stomach and played low around his body but never touched him. "I want you... both of you. With the same passion you showed each other, but at a gentler degree." She chuckled, resting her cheek against his chest. "My body would break if you went at me with that same thoroughness." A second passed and finally she murmured, "I may have gotten jealous."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smiled at her, his pulse skipping a beat at her adorable honesty. "Is that so?" he murmured tenderly, kissing along her shoulder. "Then we shall have to include you properly." He met her eyes, and his ruby orbs were sparkling with the thought of joining with her. "Last time, we used a position that gave you control. Would you prefer to try the same thing, or allow us the control this time?"

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's heart skipped a beat. Relinquishing control was both exciting and a little scary for her, in terms of Atul. She had been with Vlad enough to know what would happen if she gave him control, but she hadn't been with Atul enough. She nodded slowly. "I want to give up control," she admitted with a smile. "I trust you."

Atul's excitement poured into Vlad through their link.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad grinned at her. "We will not hurt you," he murmured, kissing her neck. "Not in a way you don't like," he amended, knowing there was no chance of avoiding it entirely. Not if she wanted the kind of passion she'd requested from them. Neither he nor Atul were sized appropriately for mild sex. He pulled her upright against him. "Atul is going to prepare you," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation as he kissed her neck and the base of her shoulder eagerly, sucking on her skin in small, firm bites.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's heart rate increased when Atul fingertips trailed up and down her back. They disappeared. Her breath caught in her throat and her body jerked as she felt a moistened finger slip in. Her hands clutched at Vlad's shoulders, her green eyes seeking out the stars again. She felt Atul work at that place, and her body started to respond to the small pressure. It didn't stop her from being nervous. Then, he added another finger and she tensed up before reminding herself she needed to relax.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad kissed her neck and chest soothingly until the less pleasant process was done. He and Atul were in sync thanks to their connection, and they used it to their best advantage. "This time," he murmured to her as Atul lay back, "Atul is going to start first. I'll join him after a minute," he assured. He guided her to sit over the king, whose upright member was full and tall under her. Just looking at it made Vlad draw a soft breath. It was difficult to imagine such a thing inside her, when even he had been so full. "He will guide you at your own pace," he murmured, eyes fixed on their joining while anticipation rolled through him. He watched Atul place experienced hands on her waist as she knelt over him.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele reached out and grabbed hold of Vlad's arms, holding them at the forearm and the wrist as Atul guided her down. Her breath caught in her throat, and she tilted her head back with a wince. Meanwhile, Atul's features washed with pleasure, and his grip tightened on the soft flesh under his fingers. He forced himself to be slow, though he wanted to be fast. She let out a soft gasping cry, her hands tightening on Vlad like a vice.

But, Atul was experienced, and he knew what we was doing. He eventually got her settled onto him, as far as he small frame would allow. His blue gaze turned to Vlad. He moved his hips slowly, and Tenele drew a ragged breath. She was stiff, she tried not to be stiff, but she was. So, she worked on relaxing her body, and accepting him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's nerves rolled with the feeling of being tight, tight inside her. His expression contorted with pleasure as he stayed steady for her, letting her grip his arms as hard as she liked while Atul reached the right position and lay back. Vlad guided her backward as well, so that she lay back against him. "He'll support you," he reassured. "Just let your weight back and relax everything. Let us be in control, remember?" he guided her, his voice hanging between calm reassurance and barely contained need. Even as he spoke, his lips trailed along her inner thighs.