Heirot

"It is," Vlad smiled into her hair. "It makes me want you all over again."

Tenele shivered. "All over again?" she breathed. The thought of his body crashing into hers again, driving her on into ecstasy while she was connected to him excited her. She held onto him tighter, afraid to ask for it.

* * *

Atul ported into Tenara's sound-proof room in a flash of blue light with the toddler was sound asleep in his arms. Stalker paced around him impatiently as he carried his daughter to her bed and tucked her in gently. The King couldn't tear himself away from the sweet beautiful face, so he sat at the side of her bed for the longest time, running his fingers through her hair.

Vlad gazed down into her eyes, devious and seductive. "Would you like me to show you?" he purred. He leaned in and kissed her neck, his breath blowing across her ear. "What you do to me?"

The heat filled her, scalding her. His breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. "Yes," she begged. "Show me." She kissed his shoulder, biting. She felt the pinch, the thrill that pinch gave him.

Vlad's nerves lit up at her request. "Tenele," he huffed. His hips moved in a small, knowing thrust, showing her how large he'd grown, still inside of her. He kissed her neck and drew back for a slow thrust that dug to the hilt inside her. Need and carnal pleasure arched his back. "Yes..."

"Hah!" Tenele's nails dug into him, eyes wide. She felt his pleasure mixed with her own. It was startling, but hardly frightening. Her hands cupped his face and she dragged him into a kiss, her hips eagerly moving against him. Desire built on his, multiplied, just as the pleasure seemed more than it should have been already.

"Fuck," the vampire moaned, deepening their kiss. His body slid into a deep rhythm, striking at a tight wall of nerves far inside her. He was more aware of her soft spots than ever when they were like this, just as she could feel her own heat sucking at his tip and licking down his whole length. Little things, like their chests rubbing together, were a whole different experience when they were joined this way. It made everything more intense...and dropped his stamina to shameful levels. Within minutes, just touching her made him want to release. Brief fantasies of Atul being part of this, or just watching this, or of remembering the feel of him through Tenele, kept cropping into his mind. They turned him on beyond reason, but he kept pushing them back, praying they didn't upset her.

Tenele was in no mood to be upset by his thoughts. If anything, they made her more aroused. She bucked beneath him, loving everything about this, every sensation and sound and fluttering touch. It sent her crying out, the pleasure bordering on being too much for her senses. She couldn't imagine how it would have been to have a second mind inside her own, and a second man inside her body.

* * *

After a few more minutes of watching Tenara sleep the King rose up and straightened his silk clothing. He thought he should let them know he'd brought her back. Atul scratched Stalker behind the ears. "Watch her, buddy," he told the Hell Hound and headed for the door connecting the room to her parents.

He knocked twice before he stepped in, his mind on other things as he closed the door behind him.

"Yes!" Tenele cried, "There! Ahh..."

Atul froze, eyes wide and stuck on the bed across from him. He couldn't look away, even though he knew he probably should. But, something about it felt so familiar, and he was held captive by the way they moved together.

The vampire moved up his pace and struck where she'd asked, and where she hadn't needed to ask. He felt every part of her in harmony with him. He could remember Atul's strong weight at his back. He could almost hear the man's heartbeat, as if it were right there with them. "Yeah...fuck, I'm coming," Vlad huffed, his nerves coiling tight. Just when he thought the pressure might break him in half, the release came. His mind went white. He called out to her, to him even though he wasn't there, because they were both very real in his heart at the moment.

Tenele screamed as his release sent her over the edge. Her mind shattered apart, and the world around her just seemed to freeze in place. She didn't even mind that he'd called for Atul. Nothing seemed like a wrong choice at the moment, not when everything felt so good. She melted, trembling and exhausted, and so perfectly happy. She closed her eyes and burrowed her face against his skin, her arms tangled around him.

Atul swallowed, aroused and terrified at once. If he moved now, while they weren't in the heat of the moment, they might notice him. She might notice him. He didn't want to anger her. Porting out of the room would just signal to them anyway, as they'd see a flash of blue light. The King was completely frozen to the floor.

Vlad rolled sideways, clutching her tight against him like he would never let her go. He arched his neck over hers, listening to the thrum of her pulse. It was only then that it occurred as odd that he still heard Atul's heartbeat in his mind. The memories of his other lover were strong and pleasant, but they shouldn't have been capable of feeling this real, or making him scream for the man in his climax. It was like his scent was in the air, his pheromones doing something to his entire body.

An impulse made him crack an eye open toward the opposite end of the room. He spotted Atul there, and twitched. What in the world? In an instant, he took in the man's startled appearance, the way he still had his hand on the knob. An invisible hand shoved the man hard in the chest, knocking him backward. The door shut in his face.

The vampire stared at the door, knowing Tenele had felt him notice. "He's back with Tenara," the logic slowly clicked. Anger began to lick at his mind, muted only by the warmth of what they'd just done. What was the king thinking, being so careless? She'd finally shown some acceptance of the man... but how was she ever supposed to trust Atul if Vlad had to keep explaining why he was an uninvited spectator every time they made love?

Worry flew up alongside the anger as he wondered what it felt like to be left out, to be literally shoved out of their intimacy. "That idiot and his timing," the vampire murmured in horror.

Tenele's brain was fuzzy, a little too fuzzy to really acknowledge what had just transpired. For one, she'd had a good dose of alcohol in her system when they'd started, and then after a second time of making love, and to have something that intense happen to her body and her mind, Tenele wasn't coherent enough to register his words.

"That's nice," she mumbled, snuggling tighter to him. Her breath fanned across his skin. If the interacting had gone on any longer, and if Atul had managed to carry her attention long enough, she might have acknowledged it better. But, in her dreamy state... it felt exactly as that. A dream. With all the memories that had floated in the vampire's head, it was hard to discern them from reality at the moment.

* * *

Atul stared at the door feeling shocked. He swallowed as he tried to shake it off. Of course he wasn't welcomed there, not anymore. So what if he married them? It wasn't going to change that they would never be together like that again. He wasn't welcomed in their bed, not even in their room like that. He turned his eyes down to the floor, searching. "Of course," he whispered, eyes glazing over. "How foolish." The King was gone in a flash of blue light.

Vlad reached out for the bleary picture that was the inside of Tenele's mind, and realized she hadn't quite grasped things. Probably for the best. He ran his fingers through her hair and absorbed the afterglow she was feeling, while doing his best to shelter her from his anxiety. "Thank you, Tenele," he murmured to her. "I love you."

"I love you," she sighed softly, fading into a dreamy half-conscious state. Exhaustion tugged at her, threatening to to drag Vlad with it. "I'm so tired suddenly..." A few minutes later the maiden was quietly sleeping nestled next to him.

Vlad stroked back her hair as she slept. When her mind felt blank enough to assure him she wouldn't hear, he turned his thoughts to Atul and worried about how to reassure the man. They were so close....she was finally growing more comfortable, she was genuinely willing to try to love him. She'd not only tolerated his thoughts of Atul, but also grown clearly aroused by them. There was interest. He didn't want to make a wrong turn and abuse her good will. It felt like a doomed effort. Subtlety was never one of his skills.

After some time, he slipped quietly away from the bed. He looked over her sleeping form protectively, and then made his way to the private door that led to Atul's quarters. The vampire leaned close to the wood, listening for signs of life on the other side.