Heirot

Vlad snarled, pleasure rushing through him. He gripped them both tight, and suddenly they were in Atul's room, just beside the king's huge bed. The vampire slid his hands beneath Tenele's dress, exploring her inner thighs and teasing upward while his mouth pushed aside the fabric of her dress and closed over her left breast hungrily.

Atul curled around Vlad's back, slipping his arms around the vampire, one hand still inside his pants and the other slipping under the tunic to rake his fingers across the vampire's muscled chest.

Tenele's hands fumbled with the strap over her left shoulder, and pushed it off so that the upper half of the dress slipped to pool low on her hips. The earring she wore tickled cold and metal along her neck as she tilted her head back with a pleased sigh.

"Less clothing," the King demanded of his future lovers, pausing to draw his own shirt away and unbuckle the pants he wore.

Vlad groaned softly as the incredibly warm hand that was encircling his member drew out of reach. It took willpower to step back from the sweet taste of Tenele's skiin for long enough to pull away his shirt and peel his too-tight slacks away from his legs. He found himself restlessly fantasizing about some way to be inside both of them at once. Instead, he unlaced the back of Tenele's dress so it could fall the rest of the way to the floor. In an easy movement, he swept her from her feet and down into the bed, his hard body pinning her to the softness of the sheets.

Tenele smiled up at her husband, enjoying the feel of his firm form pinning her to the sheets. "My love," she whispered, nuzzling his neck and kissing up to his lips. Atul's weight joined them on the bed, and he rested on his side near them. His tongue dragged across Tenele's shoulder and her buried his face against her neck while his hand worked over Vlad's side, kneading the muscle firmly.

"I don't know which one of you to take," he growled. "I guess this is the curse of loving two desirable people." He stretched to kiss from Vlad. Tenele turned her attention to Atul, running her fingers over his member. He huffed, thrusting to meet her touch. "I'll let you get started, and then I'll join in." he moaned to the vampire, grabbing his ass firmly.

Vlad huffed at the promise in those words. He lifted Tenele's thighs, sliding his smooth length against the wetness between them. His weight pressed her hard into the sheets, and he pinned her thighs all the way to her chest. The vampire dropped lower, his mouth falling between her legs and washing over her center. He sucked hard on the sensitive skin, teasing and torturing to his heart's content.

Tenele squirmed, or at least as much as she could, under her husband's firm grip. She reached for him, calling his name, but Atul intercepted her hands and pinned them above her with one of his own. He kissed her, letting his tongue explore her as she moaned against his mouth.

"You are at our mercy," he whispered heatedly to her, nibbling at her ear.

Vlad liked the sound of that. He indulged his dominant side a bit longer, his fingers and mouth spreading her wide and ready, before working lower into that other entrance that Atul's knew how to use against them. His tongue and fingers worked her tender skin until it was flexible and wet, until he could fit three fingers deep inside her and felt like he might scream if he couldn't join with her soon. "Tenele... I want you like nothing else," he moaned thickly.

Tenele was beside herself with pleasure to the point she begged for him. "I need you," she moaned, struggling to gain release from Atul's firm grip. The King relinquished her wrists and she curled her hands over Vlad's head. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the King pour oil over himself and begin to work it in. Her heart skipped a beat watching him.

Vlad's eyes also wandered to the almond-skinned king and the way his hands moved over his own body. He wanted him so badly...but not inside him. Not today. He wasn't ready to submit to anyone else yet, no matter how much of a secret pleasure it was to let Atul control his body. Today, he wanted to have dominance. He wanted to reassert his control over his love life, his emotions, his own mind, and his traitorous body. He wanted his life back.

He rose up to position himself over her and looked down into her jade-green eyes. "My love," he sighed, pressing against her. He was full and hard as he slid inside her in a deep thrust. His breath hitched, and he locked tight against her. His hips pumped in a hard, deep rhythm, almost leaving her each time before entering to the hilt.

Tenele cried out, her hands clutching his arms for dear life. She'd been hesitant at first, wondering if he would draw away. And she was shy to meet his eyes, fearful she might see dread in them. However, when he met her eyes there was no fear, or dread, or disgust. It was the Vlad she knew, and her mind was at ease.

Her lips sought him, wanting to thank him for the touch of his body, for the feel of him connected to her. "I love you," she gasped.

Vlad kissed her in response, as deep and relentless as his thrusts inside her. He listened to the rhythm of her body, watching her signals carefully. He was in no mood to be gentle. He wanted to consume her. He wanted to drive her to the edge of her sanity, until the pleasure made her scream. Careful focus was needed to ensure he didn't take it too far and make the experience frightening, but he knew what to watch for, and he took in every beat of her heart and squeeze of her breath to be sure she was along for the ride.

"Tenele," he huffed in a midnight voice, "I should warn you that I intend to be very, very bad."

Tenele drew her hands away from him and clutched at the sheets beside her head. She twisted her face to the side, moaning. "Oh?" she huffed, taking his assault with joy and rapture. She found pleasure in his dominance, and in the daring line they walked between his monster and himself. His words excited her, and the anticipation made her heart race faster.

Alongside them Atul watched, his hands moving over himself in time with Vlad's movements. He made long pauses, careful not to bring himself close to the realm that they were in. Not yet.

The vampire snarled and brought up his pace. His hands curled around hers and crushed them to the bed, his heavy form trapping her while he let her feel every part of his length. He sucked on her neck and shoulders, leaving marks on her skin. He finally rolled sideways, pulling her on top of him. Even though she was on top, his hands stayed firm around her wrists, and a telekinetic grip held her hips just above his where she couldn't escape the strength of his thrusts. Essentially, he didn't give her much of a way to move.

"Look at our king," the vampire purred, throwing a passionate gaze toward Atul. "He's touching himself. Would you rather he touch you?" He wanted to see it. He wanted to see her overloaded from the intensity of them both making love to her.

Tenele drew her gaze from the grip he had on her wrists to where Atul knelt next to them. The king bent forward and kissed her shoulder. "Yes," Tenele whispered, resting her face against the top of his head. "Touch me." Her heartbeat exploded faster as she watched the King slip out of view.

She felt a hand smooth up her spine to the her neck where he gripped it firmly and affectionately all at once from behind. Then, she felt his hardness press against her. A cry caught in her throat as she felt him invade her, filling her, and driving in as far as her body would allow. She stiffened over Vlad, closing her eyes and letting her body adjust to the new addition.

"You are at our mercy," Atul reminded her, his lips dragging across the skin of her back and neck.

Vlad's powerful body lay still and pulsing as he gave her a moment to get accustomed to the sensation. Feeling Atul slide in beside him was impossibly sexy. He lifted his lips to Tenele's neck, sucked it firmly, and then slid his teeth into her flesh in a smooth, controlling bite. Her blood washed into his mouth, and he moaned. Seductive power flowed from his mind to hers, preparing her for what he was about to do next.