Heirot

Tenele's breath came quicker as his mouth covered her breast, but at the feeling of his fingers, the muscles in her stomach jerked, earning a moan. Her hand clutched his hair at the back of her head and she spread her legs wider to allow him better access. "Hmmm," she hummed approvingly at his probing touch. She slid her other hand against his body, wanting to wrap her hands around him.

Atul settled more comfortably in the chair near the fire and watched. He had no intentions of joining, wanting them to be with each other. But, he planned on watching. He clutched the arms of the chair to insure his desire didn't make him jump up to be included.

Vlad drew thickening breaths as he felt how ready she already was. It made his heart jump. All this was for him, proof that she longed for him. He thought of her twined in ecstasy against Atul in the mountains, shaking with the strength of the handsome king's thrusts and crying out for him. Thinking of him. It must have been awfully awkward for Atul, but the thought was a massive turn-on for the vampire at the moment. Almost enough to want to re-enact it right then and there, but no... right now, it had to be him inside her. They would have all the time they wanted to play with the new assortment of scenarios available to them. Right now, Vlad needed to be joined with his wife until both their bodies begged for mercy.

He slid his lips away from her nipple and down along her stomach, drinking in the taste of her skin and the music of her pulse just beneath it. He trailed lower, lower... "You're injured, my maiden girl," he murmured with a sultry gaze as his tongue played over the skin just inside her lips, not quite to where his thumb was caressing her. "Are you sure you want me right now?" The words were deviously teasing.

Tenele propped up on her elbows to watch him, fire in her wild green eyes. "Hahh....Yes," she moaned, lifting her hips in invitation, wanting his lips over her, his tongue tasting her. "Damned if I'm injured." She cupped a hand over one of her breasts, and put a hand over the top of his head, giving him a gentle nudge down. "Please... more."

Vlad obliged eagerly, drawing her wide with his thumbs and covering her with his mouth, probing, swirling and sucking. His tongue flicked against her in quick bursts of pressure, then came down full contact in deep lathing sweeps. He moaned appreciatively at her sweetness and slid his fingers deep into her, bending to massage inside her in gentle lines of pressure. The vampire had been well versed during his human life, and he dedicated ever skill he'd mastered to the task of driving her crazy.

Tenele fell back into the bed, curling her fingers in the covers above her head. "Ah!" she cried, shuddering at his skill. She forced herself back onto her elbows, clutching the sheets either side of her and watching him work. There was something intoxicating about watching him. Her gaze lifted to the man sitting in the chair, his towel open, his hands gliding over himself. That only made the lust inside her burn brighter.

She'd never been a voyeur until now, until Atul. She knew Vlad had spurts of it, where he took great pleasure in making her scream loud enough that a whole village would know what was happening, but she'd always been too shy.

But, she felt too comfortable with the two of them to be shy anymore.

Her fingers curled in her husband's hair as he worked, and her breath grew ragged. She was going to climax even before sex, turned on beyond belief. "Gods," she hissed, shaking. "Vlad."

Vlad could feel her muscles drawing tighter around his fingers, and he had no intention of stopping. He had months of catching up to do. He hummed against her and lapped in strong, circling strokes over her, firmer and firmer, while his fingers thrust in and out in a driving rhythm.

Tenele clutched the sheets until her knuckles were white and she made a gasping cry. Her body shook with the force of the climax as it rolled over her and stole her breath. She rolled her hips, thrusting them against his mouth and fingers. "Hahhh!" She felt the ache in her lungs as she overworked them, pushing against the tender ribs. She could care less about the discomfort, but she knew that her husband might be able to sense it.

Vlad suckled gently against her as her orgasm clenched over his fingers and made his head spin. He could sense it - just a hint of alarm, which he assumed was the result of her injuries. But she didn't seem upset, and in that case, the spike of adrenaline just added to the man's hunger for her. He slid his fingers out and leaned up over her, kissing her lips with her sweetness lingering on his tongue. His need pressed up against her, obscenely firm, and glided up and down against the place he'd just been licking. A glaze of moisture began dripping down his length as he rubbed along her slick heat. "Tenele," he rumbled softly, lust saturating his voice.

"Hmmm," she hummed, feeling heavily relaxed from coming. She kissed him tenderly, cupping her hands around his sides and running her fingers feather-light over the skin. Tenele nuzzled his neck, nipping at the flesh hungrily. "Now," she urged, lifting her hips against him. "Take me now. Fill me."

Vlad did not need to be asked twice. He pushed back enough to look into her eyes, his ruby orbs gleaming. He positioned himself and pushed inside of her in a slow, tight thrust. Her body felt like it was sucking him in. He moaned needfully, pushing to his full length inside her. He could feel her pulse now as well as hear it. It drove him wild. "Yes," he breathed. He drew slowly outward and pushed back in, even deeper, making sure to strike against her G spot on the way in. With low, urgent groans, he slipped into a slow, firm rhythm.

Tenele writhed beneath him, moved with him, thrusted against him. Her chest protested, and she ignored it. She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip as she watched the pleasured look on his face, and knew it was because of her body. She curled her legs around his waist, moaning every time he hit that perfect spot. It sent an electric current through her, promising another delirious end in her future.

She framed his face in her hands and leaned up to kiss him, biting his lip, nipping at his chin and neck. "My husband," she groaned. "You feel so good. I missed you. I missed this. I love you."

Vlad looped an arm supportively under her back and kissed her. His half-lidded gaze was pure heat. "I love you. Gods,I love you so much," he vowed. His huge organ pumped harder into her as he drove his tongue into her mouth and clasped her upper body against his. The increased pace left him moaning without reserve. His voice was thick with ecstasy. He felt a growing desire to move to her neck, take her, and make each thrust count for double.

He held back the urge. If he joined with her, there was no telling what she'd see. It was bad enough that she knew what had happened the past 4 months. He didn't want her to experience it too.

Tenele cried against him, she arched her neck invitingly. This is what happened next. He bit her. She revelled in twice as much pleasure as a mortal could endure, bordering on insanity. She felt his thoughts, his love, his desire. She cupped a hand around the back of his neck and drew him towards her skin. "Bite," she urged, a hand reaching behind him and grasping his right cheek. She dug her nails in and held on as he rode her.

Vlad's eyes widened, both startled and overwhelmed with excitement at her commanding behavior. He ran his tongue along her neck, making a low sound that was almost a whimper.

He didn't bite. He raised his pace, pumping his overwhelming need into her through the only outlet he was willing to use, so fast and firm that his cock began to ache with pressure. He cried out, on the brink of his control.

Tenele's moans turned into cries each time he thrust in. Her body shook with the force of it, her legs tightening around him. She was vaguely aware of the sharp pinching pain in her cracked ribs as her body was moved by his more vigorous thrusts. But, for the moment, pleasure overrode any sense of discomfort. It felt too good to complain about the delay in his teeth sinking into her flesh. It felt to good to notice his hesitation. "Vlad!" she cried, looking down at where their bodies connected and then back to his red eyes. "Fuck!" The next slew of words from her mouth were probably the most vulgar things he'd ever heard her say, but, hey... four months was a long time to wait for him.