Heirot

Tenele gasped ragged breaths against him, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. She trembled with the aftershock of what he'd brought her body. She didn't want him to move. Never. She wanted him to stay where he was inside her, buried so deep. She tugged her arms to try and wrap them around him, wanting to hold him tightly. Her legs twined around him, drawing him as close as she could. She pressed kisses to his shoulder in tender, silent thank yous.

Atul smiled, feeling restless and in need of some sort of release, but he just kept quiet. He enjoyed watching them cuddle, and being able to see the two of them share their love so openly.

Vlad licked firmly along her neck like he would never finish tasting her, until the friction began turning the skin a beautiful shade of pink. It wasn't until several minutes later that he turned a devilish gaze toward Atul. He felt drunk on pleasure at the moment, and the thought of Atul stranded beside them without release was tantalizing to his inner sadist. "Good morning, King," he purred softly.

Tenele turned her head towards Atul, whose blue eyes were glazed and glistening. He'd been trying to alleviate the painful need between his legs without bringing too much attention to himself. "Good morning," he replied huskily. He tore his hand away from himself and leaned forward and kissed Tenele hungrily, then he turned to her husband and did the same.

"Good morning indeed," he mused, falling back against the pillows.

Vlad grinned at the man, his kiss still lingering on his skin. "Could it be that you're in need of some...assistance?" he teased, his sultry gaze taking him in from neck to groin.

Atul smiled, snuggling the pillow beneath his head. "There are a lot of things I could use at the moment," he muttered, glancing to Tenele and then to her husband. "But, from what I saw, you heavily exerted yourself." Tenele grinned, still trying to catch her breath.

"I seduced him," she admitted. "It was worth it."

Vlad smiled, and his body shifted slightly inside of her. "Worth it, indeed," he assented. "Well, since we're both so drained, I suppose there's no choice. We'll have to just watch you," he grinned seductively. "Don't hold back on our account."

He didn't reveal to Atul what Tenele couldn't not notice - his body reacting to the idea of Atul putting on a show for them.

Tenele exhaled in a sharp breath as her husband moved against her. She closed her eyes, revelling the sensation. She turned her gaze longingly on the King.

Atul smiled at Vlad, his lips turning into a cunning grin. He tossed off the covers to reveal his tall muscled form and his need as hard and thick as ever. He took his time with his hands, letting them dance across his chest and abs, lower until they trailed along the tops of his thighs. He lifted a hand and skimmed it across the top of his member, groaning. He wanted to touch himself harder, to go at it and feel that sweet blissful release.

He was determined to put on a good show. He bit his bottom lip and slid his hand up and down the long length, watching the vampire and his wife.

Vlad drew a deep, unsteady breath, his body growing full inside of her as he watched the man touch himself. He, too, wanted the man to go faster, to strain against his own fingers and struggle for composure. "Sexy," he murmured, his demon-red eyes narrowed intently as he watched the man move against himself.

Atul growled at Vlad's approval. It didn't help his composure any, and his grip grew more firm. He began to move his hand a bit faster, his lips parting in a breath. His gaze grew hooded as he revelled in the sensation. He imagined himself in Vlad, and then he imagined Tenele. He wanted to take each one separately as thoroughly as he'd seen Vlad take Tenele.

"Guh," he groaned, hips jerking as he tightened his grip

Tenele's mouth watered, her body reacting to the site of Atul teasing himself. She wanted to kiss him, to take him in her mouth as she'd done her husband. She also was content to stay with her husband growing full and hard inside her. She subtly rocked her hips against Vlad, wanting some sort of friction.

How in the world had she ended up with these two?

Vlad's breath came faster as he watched. He was aware that the king probably trusted no one else with this kind of vulnerable state. The show was for he and Tenele alone, and that made it that much more intoxicating. *I want to hold him down. I want to bite him and see how long he can last,* He fantasized in the quiet of his link with Tenele.

Tenele smiled, pressing a kiss to her husbands shoulder. *I want to taste him* she admitted, her cheeks flushing a dark crimson. *But I also selfishly don't want you out of me. If only there were a way to have both...* She grinned against his skin, nipping lightly at his shoulder as she watched Atul play.

Atul groaned, stopping the hand that was driving him closer to ecstasy. He teased himself, hips jerking. "I can't tease much longer. I need..."

Vlad swallowed, his fantasies rearranging with each thought. *Do it... I want to watch you take him,* he purred. His hips bucked slightly against hers as the thought seemed to possess him. He lifted his weight slightly, giving her room to move if she dared. Suddenly it felt like they were kids daring each other to run up and ring a doorbell. Except the doorbell was an extremely sexy demigod who was running dangerously close to his peak already.

Atul watched Tenele slip out from under her husband and turn her body towards him. He's eyes locked on the way she moved, her lithe body crawling to where it straddled him. Her silver hair tickled his face. He moaned even at the site of her as she dipped her head and sucked on his neck. She trailed her tongue along his collar, like Vlad would. Biting the skin lightly, like Vlad would, so the vampire could feel the sensation through her.

Atul arched up towards her. He resisted the urge to touch her, and instead let her do as she pleased.

Tenele kissed her way down his body, licking the skin. She pinched a nipple between her teeth and pulled. He groaned louder, throwing his headback. "Ah, demon," he murmured.

Tenele licked her way down to navel and nipped at his skin, the same as he'd done with her the night before. Her hair washed across his waist, but she brushed it so that Vlad could get an excellent view.

Tenele licked his member tenderly, earning low grunts of need from the King. Then she suckled on the tip before enveloping him in the heat of her mouth.

"Ahh...." Atul hissed, lifting his hips. He bucked into her mouth, wanting deep entry. Tenele took him as far as she could. "Damn..." He huffed, falling back into the sheets, straining to not thrust into her eager mouth. "Tenele..." Tenele clamped her mouth around him, her eyes glancing to her husband.

*Do I meet approval?*

Vlad's eyes were molten crimson as he watched, his hard-on fierce between his legs. *Here is my approval,* he moaned softly, clasping his fingers around his length in a tight, massaging grip. He closed his eyes a moment, brow furrowed in concentration, then slowly raised his lids to drink in the scene in front of him to the last drop.

Tenele moaned around Atul's member, feeling her husband through their connection. She drank the King in like water, making him squirm. He huffed louder, and Tenele only tortured him for it. She refused to give him what he needed to finish. She just kept teasing him until he felt like he'd explode.

"Tenele!" he growled, bucking. "Please, for the love of the Gods."

"No," she grinned. "Not yet. Almost, but not yet."

"I'm going to turn you over and teach you not to toy with me," he half laughed and half moaned.

"Not yet," she urged, taking him in her mouth again. *I'll have him trained yet.* she thought deviously to her husband. *Shall I give him what he wants?*