Heirot

Vlad smirked devilishly, sucking at the skin of her neck. "I suppose it's no use, then. We'll have to do something about it," he snarled softly against her neck. He pushed forward and easily pinned her to her back beneath him, his naked form flush with hers. His lips sucked against her flesh while his hips ground slowly up and down against hers.

Tenele gasped, wiggling against him. She liked to fight him when he pinned her. Even at her full strength she could never really escape him. There was something very exciting in that, even if the logical reaction was to be terrified. She knew that his instincts enjoyed struggling prey, and while that should have also frightened her, it didn't. She enjoyed playing to his monster, even if it could be considered a little suicidal.

"What I did wasn't cruel," she smirked. "You clearly enjoyed being taken advantage of."

Vlad laughed softly, even as his weight over her tightened. A snake surrounding his prey. His hands drew her wrists together over her head, and he was able to hold them there easily with one arm while his other hand lifted one of her thighs. He shifted it outward, spreading her wide beneath him, and lathed his tongue over her neck and the dip of her chin. "Our friend is asleep. I trust you'll not wake him," he teased in a seductive growl.

Tenele glanced to where Atul rested comfortably. Then, she turned her wild gaze back to her husband. "I make no guarantees," she whispered. "Of course, that all depends on how well you do." She grinned, tugging on her wrists for the hell of it.

Vlad clamped down hard on her wrists, almost hard enough to hurt. Her wriggling sent every instinct he had into overdrive. "I'm going to take you now," he purred against her lips, his thick length pressing and rubbing along the wetness of her center. He shifted his hips and his head swelled against her opening, warning of what was to come.

He took his time entering her, teasingly drawing out an inch or two for every bit of length he gave her.

Tenele exhaled in a soft moan, struggling against him. She moved her hips up, wanting more of him. He seemed deliberately holding back, when she just wanted it all. She even enjoyed the pinching pressure around her wrists. Being around Vlad was rubbing off in unexpected ways. But, there was something to be said about their trust for one another in the grip he had around her hands. She lifted her head to kiss him, biting his bottom lip as she drew away.

Tenele's light nip had the desired consequence, not that it was avoidable. Vlad blew out a tight breath and pushed to his full length inside her, his hand holding her thigh wide and restricting her movement. He drew out slowly, then thrust in a bit harder. His lips covered hers as his need dipped and swirled inside her, massaging every nerve. His tongue slid into her mouth, equally invading and persistent.

"Ah!" Tenele's body tightened around him. She enjoyed his dominance over her, and even the restricted movement. She wanted to touch him, but couldn't. He was in complete control of her, and she loved it. "I should wake you like that more often..." She angled her lips towards his neck and bit hard, throwing a little more strength into trying to get her arms lose from him. It was a futile game, but a game nevertheless.

The vampire's grip shifted away from Tenele's hands and went instead to her breast, massaging them tightly. Her hands were unbound now, but his telekinesis held them fast as surely as if she were chained. Every time she pulled against his magic, it tightened things low in his body. And then her teeth were there, bruising his skin. Vlad snarled with pleasure, but far from releasing her, he returned the bite himself. His fangs sank into her shoulder, and his organ pistoned deeper into her. He kept pulsing harder and harder. *Fight me, my love. Fuck....yes,* he moaned into their link, far louder than he was being out loud.

She bucked against him, which only seemed to drive him deeper and cried out, wiggling her body and tugging her arms. Tenele lifted her head, biting his skin where she could. She fought him, as he asked, even as she begged him for more.

Next to them Atul was driven awake by the lurching of the bed. He didn't say anything, didn't even move. He just watched. He couldn't bring himself to interrupt them, and he was curious to see how it would play out. He was also mildly concerned that he may need to be the guiding hand that kept Vlad from accidentally killing his wife in the fever of his monster. He felt a desire to be their unspoken safe-word.

Vlad drew back from her shoulder, not wanting to weaken her when she was being this much fun. He did, however, have their link now, and he used it to his best advantage, throwing the fantasies she was fulfilling for him right back into her own mind. He reached down with both hands and lifted her hips, giving himself better access and changing his angle to hit a certain spot deep inside her.

"Vlad!" she cried, a wild look taking hold in her eyes. She pulled against the invisible force that was holding her down, while the images he shared with her played in her mind. She felt his pleasure, and her own pleasure through him. It resounded off his very soul. Even as he changed positions she was already driven over the edge. But, she didn't want him to stop. Not yet. "I am yours," she moaned. "Take me as you will." Tenele would give him anything he desired, there was no question, at least anything that she could physically fulfil.

Atul's breath came ragged, and he clutched the pillow his head rested on. He thought he should stop looking and close his eyes, because suddenly it felt as if he were looking in on something very private. At the same time, the mere fact that they did this next to him was a comforting reminder that he was theirs. That they loved and cared for him.

Vlad pumped faster inside her, unable to think of a single thing he could ask of her that she wasn't already giving him. He was in heaven. He was so full of ecstasy, and carnal ferocity, and insane desire and affection, he couldn't begin to sort through it all. He let the feelings ravage him just as he took his wife with all his skill and strength, careful not to verge too far off the human scale from pleasure into pain. He could feel every nerve in her, so he knew where to press, where to hold, where to run phantom fingers across her chest and thighs. He thrust against her most sensitive spot with daring precision, changing pressure and pace just a notch further than what her whims suggested she was ready for, always keeping a step ahead, a step faster or deeper. His breath came in fierce groans of pleasure. Atul was awake and he knew it. The man was watching, and Vlad loved it. The sense of the man's eyes on him, Tenele's body around him, drove him absolutely mad with need.

Tenele called her husband's name, warned him. She was thankful then for the pressure around her wrists, for something holding her down when she felt like she might fly off. Pleasure nearly drove her mad. She crested over the edge, and just as she came back down it seemed to drive her higher again. It tore a ragged cry from her, eyes wide with lust and joy. "I... Vlad! Ah!" He seemed to know exactly what to touch that would break her into splinters, and he was so very good at it. She shuddered, moaning for mercy. Begging him to finish before she burned alive.

Vlad's eyes glazed with passion as he watched her come. She was so beautiful. She was so his. His perfect, beloved partner.

He only let his guard down for a second. By the time he remembered to control himself, he was burning with the pressure. He was coming, no way to slow himself down now. "Tenele.... Yes..!" The force of it tore through him until his voice felt raw. Still pulsing with orgasm, he clutched his wife tightly against his chest and burrowed as deeply into her as anatomy would allow.