Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad slid his fingers in a languid rhythm, watching Atul's member glide in and out. He reached down with his second hand and caressed the king's thigh, then lowered his head to such at the soft inner flank. Mischief glittered in his eyes as he sank his teeth in a pulsing bite over the hot flesh. He poured his power through the opened vein, seducing Atul's senses with every magic he knew. The demigod's blood was hot chocolate in his mouth.

[Emora Deen]

Atul lost his pace as the magic poured into him and everything became euphoric, if it was possible to get any more so with the scent in the air and the woman around him. Tenele smiled as she felt Atul join them. She bent and kissed him with a passion that spoke of her desire.

"Vlad," the King growled, picking up his pace now that the fire of power burned him so. Tenele thrust against her husbands torn between which one she wanted more at the moment.

[Soran Nightblade]

The vampire grinned wickedly as he felt Atul's leg buck under him. He released his bite and rose up behind his wife, his slick fingers working inside of her. He was still hungry, for them, for ever sensation they shared with him, for what he knew he could do to them if he did it right. He rubbed an oiled hand over his member, lingering there with his hands a little longer than necessary. It honestly felt like he was already inside of her, thanks to the blood bond. He aligned the tip of his organ to her opening and pressed. Hard. There was no other way that thing was getting in. He felt it resist him, more than Atul ever did, and wondered if he actually was just too big.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele sucked in a breath while Atul focused all of himself into driving her to distraction. His hands took her face and he kissed her, working his lips and tongue along hers.

Tenele broke away with a wince and a laugh at the same time. "I'm not sure this is going to work."

Atul plunged in and she buckled over him. "Tapping out?"

She bit her bottom lip. Not really sure what to say, because she really, really wanted it. But, as much desire as she had, she was a small framed woman.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad chuckled darkly and gave one more push. Well, more of a thrust. It worked. He made it about two inches in and paused. He was barely even in here, and she was so tight that it couldn't possibly be comfortable.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele yelped, tensing up over Atul even though she'd had enough experience in this position to know not to. Tenele reached a hand behind her and pressed the palm against Vlad's thigh, pushing at him gently. "I really don't think... that's going..."

Atul gave her a soothing kiss on her shoulder and then her cheek. He could feel the discomfort through the link between them. "Perhaps not."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad couldn't hide that her pained reaction was kinda a turn-on, but he retreated from her body immediately before the thought made him any bigger. "Told you I was thicker," he gloated to Atul, more than a little pleased with himself. And yet paradoxically also disappointed, he thought with a lovestruck grin.

[Emora Deen]

"Haha," Atul said, starting up in a gentle rhyme beneath Tenele. "Very funny."

Atul rolled over atop Tenele and paid her back for the brief discomfort with a thorough amount of attention. When he was finished Tenele moved back to Vlad and helped ease his need with her mouth.

The rest of the night became nothing but a blur of flesh and ecstatic cries. When the light peeked through the sheer curtains the next morning, Tenele had no desire to move from where she was wedged between the two powerful immortals. She groaned at the sun's rude nagging, burrowing her face in the crook of Vlad's neck.

A tolling sounded, loud and piercing. It broke the morning and sent Tenele sitting straight up in bed.

About that time a maid came rushing through the curtain. "Your majesty! The Princess..."

"Tenara?!" Tenele shook Vlad harshly.

"No, my Queen, the King's sister... They found her on the palace steps just moments ago, gravely injured. It appears she was beaten..." The face of the maid said that it wasn't a surprise, not many people were fond of Lelana.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad went from sleepy and content to jaggedly alert in an instant. "East steps or North?" he demanded of the maid.

[Emora Deen]

The maid stammered. Atul was out of bed, drawing on his pants. "I... North. Near the front gates," she finally managed, turning her gaze on the vampire. "They are locking down the palace now so her attacker doesn't escape."

[Soran Nightblade]

"And where have they moved her?" Vlad snapped.

[Emora Deen]

"I believe... I believe they are taking her to the infirmary," she said. "I'm sorry. That's all I know. I was sent to let the King know."

"I'm going there," Atul said, strolling through the curtains and out of site.

Tenele looked to Vlad. "Go on, I'll catch up."

* * *

The guard lowered Lelana into one of the cots. The bells tolled outside, clanging and clanging and... Her eyes snapped open, and she let out a cry as she became terribly aware of every cracked bone and bruised skin. Her eyes darted wild and afraid to the faces hovering around her. For a moment she saw little detail in them, she grabbed up the candle stick next to the bed and waved it out about her like a weapon.

"Hold her," someone said.

Hard hands grabbed her by the wrist and wrestled her arms back into bed. She screamed when they touched splintered bone.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad looked at his wife and felt grateful for her understanding. An instant later, he vanished.

"Stop!" Vlad growled from the corner of the ward, marching toward them. The people surrounding Lelana froze to look back at him. "I said don't touch her!"

They seemed reluctant to get back, but Vlad's presence physically squeezed them out of range. "Leave," he commanded, glaring straight into the guard's eyes. He rocked back on a heel and slowly turned to retreat from the room with his colleagues. "You stay," Vlad collared the doctor as he tried to escape the vampire's mood as well. "Over there," he pushed the man toward the corner.

Vlad turned to look at Lelana, stunned by the sight of her injured. He didn't try to touch her. He stood and waited for her to recognize him.

[Emora Deen]

Lelana lay back against the pillows with her arms drawn in over her chest. Her face was a painting of purple and red, her lips were busted, her right eye was nearly swollen shut. She heaved angry puffs of air into her lungs as she finally discerned the pale man standing near her.

Atul rounded the corner, and Lelana tensed up. He paused at the sight of his baby sister, bruised, bloodied, her clothing torn beyond repair. The wounds must have been horrible if she'd only healed to this point in a matter of hours.

"Lelana..."

She swallowed, unable to understand how to react to her brother's concern, to either of their concern. She felt at her face lightly, moving the one arm that didn't scream with agony if she flinched. Her eyes watered, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She touched it with her fingers, lifted her hand away as if she didn't understand the concept of crying, or why she was crying at all.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad watched her and then glanced over his shoulder at Atul. The vampire's eyes were questioning, watching to be sure he wouldn't need to chase the king out too.