Heirot

Tenele took a deep breath. That's exactly why she was so tense. This was different, and new, and she wasn't sure about letting them have control. Tenele took her husband's advice, though. She settled back against Atul's hot chest, felt his heart beat against her back. She relaxed. Not quite sure what to do with her hands, she placed them over Atul's guiding touch. Her silver hair washed across his skin and shoulder and her nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head. "Ready?" he asked her, the effort of keeping his control evident in his voice. Tenele nodded.

Start slowly, Vlad murmured to Atul, lustful but cautious. Like last time, it felt important to help her enjoy this. They both knew it would be difficult to rebuild her confidence if they failed her. While Atul flexed his hips to glide his huge length slowly in and out of her, Vlad lathed his tongue over her tenderly and then graced his teeth lightly over her inner thigh. He licked her skin, to warn her, and slowly bit down in a painless, magic-aided wash of pleasure. A bite so close to her center was a bold move, but he could also deliver more pleasure here than anywhere else. He groaned softly at the warm sweetness of her blood, driving pulses of sensation through her body. His fingers slid over her opening in light swirls as he slowly took enough blood to prepare her for him and be sure they were connected emotionally. If she needed them to stop, words alone might not be enough. Dominance was Vlad's fetish; it would take the emotional kick of their connection to understand if Tenele really wanted out.

Tenele arched back against Atul, her hand going to her husband, brusing along his head, and the other fisted in Atul's hair behind her. He let out a low groan, slipping in his controlled pace. It entered deeper, and she groaned. This time, it wasn't a whimper of pain, at least not a lot of pain. Vlad's magic was working.

Atul kissed the top of her head tenderly. It was hard for him to believe that he was like this, inside her, after all the things that they went through together. He was able to be with them, like this. It meant a lot to him, more than he thought they could understand.

Vlad's mind buzzed with his partners emotions as he slowly drew back from his bite. There was so much happening in their minds. It made him want to connect more deeply. He moved to hover over Tenele, kissing her chest gently. One foot forward and one leg back, like a sprinter stretching for a race, he moved between both of their legs and slowly pushed into the wet, but extremely tight space inside her. He grunted softly as he pushed to his full length and felt the in-and-out glide of Atul's member next to his, separated by the thin muscle inside her. He cast a wild-eyed stare at his wife, ecstasy and wonder dancing in his eyes. He flexed his strong hips, and began to move faster.

Tenele's breath caught as Vlad joined with her, and immediately began moving fast. There wasn't much time for her body to become acclimated to his, or to theirs together. The force of their touch made her slender frame slide along Atul's damp chest, made her breasts move, and her heart race.

Thanks to Vlad's magic, it wasn't as painful as it could have been. There was still that pinch of pain, but morphed with Vlad's thoughts now bouncing around inside hers... She welcomed that discomfort. She wanted it.

A leg curled around behind Vlad, and hot wild lust washed through her eyes, replacing the uncertainty that had lingered their before. Her nails dragged across his chest, downwards towards his hips.

The vampire released a tightly held breath, moaning as she seemed to invite him to do more. He was all too eager to oblige. Closing a mouth over one of her breasts and sucking hard, he raised his pace until it was in time with Atul's. Every time the king edged a noth faster, Vlad did as well. As she'd asked, they took her as passionately as they'd taken each other, except with slightly (only slightly) less viciousness. If the vampire's mouth hadn't been tightly closed over her nipple, he would have screamed out with the pleasure. Instead, he moaned against her skin and took her other breast in his hand, pleasuring her in every way he knew. Well, except his bite, of course. That need rose up again in him like a hungry lion, but he took his mind from it, telling himself he'd already bitten her once, and he didn't want to overwhelm her with that much dominance. As it was, she was pinned between two powerful males, barely able to move except perhaps her arms, and filled to the brink of her endurance.

"Ahhh!" Tenele cried as her first climax washed through her. Her hands knotting in their hair. She curled in on herself as they took her, beckoning Vlad closer to her skin. She felt like she'd shatter apart, as her pleasure reverberated through her, feeling what they were feeling, and them feeling her. It was a cycle of ecstasy that was always dangerous with the two of them. She huffed against him, her hand cupping around the back of Vlad's head. She could feel his desire to bite her. She wanted it too. She wanted his teeth sinking into her flesh, and it was hard to determine if it was his thoughts or her own by this point.

Atul's breath panted against the skin of her shoulder, moaning near her ear. It was intoxicating to know that these too men wanted her this bad, that she could bring them this much pleasure. It was an ego boost for sure.

Tenele's fist knotted in Vlad's hair, pulling on it to draw his head back. She knew he wouldn't mind. In fact he probably would enjoy it. "Bite me," she moaned, offering her breast to him. "Again."

Vlad blinked at her demand, and then his eyes fell shut, turned on almost beyond control. He sought out stability by trying to still himself for a second, but even that wasn't possible. He could probably come just from feeling Atul's body and hers kneading his organ. "Tenele... I can barely..." he moaned out, struggling for focus. Her pulse was calling, calling, calling to him. His mouth closed over the upper part of her breast again, and this time he let his fangs sink into her flesh. It threw pleasure like a blast of fire through his muscles. He bit hard, strong and dominant on top of her. His body moved harshly, suddenly deep and needful in its thrusts as he rapidly burnt inches off his very short lifeline of control. He cried out fiercely, pressing his teeth as deep as he could into her flesh and making it feel far better for her than it should have.

Atul let out a deep throaty groan at the sympathy sensations he received from Vlad, and feeling the vampire rub against him through the thin wall between them. Tenele withered atop him, clawing at Vlad. "Yes!" she screamed, her husband moving wild and fierce, and his teeth pinching hard into her flesh. It was more than her body could take. Atul's hands tightened in her flesh to help stabilize her as Vlad increased his temp to the point of ferocity.

"Oh!" Tenele screamed. "I can't..." That fine line of pleasure, the one she often walked with them, where it hovered between perfect and overwhelming, was growing closer. Atul sensed it, and increased his tempo, and forgetting to steady her body between them. He growled through clenched teeth, feeling his on climax boil. He'd be damned if he finished first though.

Tenele struggled, almost like she was trying to escape them now. The pleasure building too fast, too hard. The struggling was apt to drive Vlad crazy more than make him merciful.

Indeed, her frantic squirming did little to slow the vampire down. Like something had switched open inside him, her movements brought his composure to its limit and then past it. He released his bite on her in order to groan in satisfaction while he pumped tightly inside her. "Tenele!" he growled, riding out a fierce orgasm until he finally fell still.

Tenele broke. Shattered. Splintered apart with a loud pleasurable cry. Her body shook with the intensity of it, and beneath her Atul finally let himself release. His body burrowing deep, his hands clutching tight. Tenele lay back, with her head resting in the crook of his neck. Her body trembling with each ragged breath she took. Her gaze was hazy and content as she stroked fingers across Vlad's handsome face. Tenele couldn't move, her body was numb with pleasure, and her legs shook.

Atul's lips pressed tender kisses to her shoulder and her neck, his arms circling around her waist and clutching her possessively tight against him before he relinquished her to the grasp of her husband.

Vlad was reluctant to leave the heat of their joining. He rolled gently to her other side, holding her with him. His lovers' voices and sensations echoed in his mind. The sensation of being in the only place he could imagine belonging was so intense that it nearly stopped his breath. He reached around his wife, curling his hands around Vlad's waist as well to include them both in his embrace. He couldn't even imagine how he'd ended up in this situation. It would have been so easy for something different to have happened. His strong arms snugged a notch tighter around his lovers, and he kissed the side of Tenele's neck.

Tenele sighed against him, enjoying being wedged between their muscled forms. It was too perfect. Her body boy ached and buzzed with contentment. It was a strange combination that she welcomed. There was no need to express what she was feeling, because the two of them felt it too. She snuggled against them, feeling the exhaustion left from a powerful climax like that wash over her. She hadn't even eaten dinner yet, and she was ready to pass completely out. Eating was the furthest thing from her mind, as it often was when she was married to a man who did not require food to live.

Vlad lingered in the comfort of their link while his swollen organ slowly softened inside her. He licked her neck and the edge of her jaw, the way he did only when he was truly content and possessive, and if Atul had been within range Vlad may well have licked the king too. He didn't have useful words to convey his thoughts to them, especially when they already had access to his soul. His fingers brushed along Atul's back in gentle circles.

Atul nuzzled his face into the softness of Tenele's hair, letting out a soft sigh. She hissed as Atul left her. He murmured a gentle apology while his strong hands kneaded the skin her thigh. The gentle glide of his fingertips and Vlad's touched lulled her closer to unconsciousness. She did just that, going very quiet. Her breathing evened out, her heart rate dropped to a gentle rythme.

Atul chuckled, his blue gaze flickering to Vlad. "Poor thing, I think we broke her."