Heirot

Tenele rested back against Vlad, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her. Her heart pounding in her chest, she took Atul's hands gently. Her grip was feather light, more of a suggestion towards a destination than actual guidance. But, as his hands glided over her and she grew more comfortable with the concept, she took a bolder stance in her guidance.

Atul moved closer, and she could feel the heat of his body. He lowered his lips to her shoulder.

Her heart rate increased, his grip on her skin grew more firm and needful. She swallowed hard, and took one of his hands downward where she wanted it the most. She took in a sharp breath, releasing his hand to do as it pleased, closing her eyes and resting her head back against her husband's shoulder.

Atul's eyes flickered to her husband, his lips trailing against Tenele's shoulder before he leaned forward and tilted his head towards Vlad. The King of the Outerlands melded his lips against the vampire's.

Vlad felt a jolt run through him as Atul's lips met his. He wasn't expecting the half-god to be that open toward him. Moreover, he hadn't expected to be so open himself. He could feel Atul's soft, but exact touch against Tenele's body through their link. A soft groan escaped his lips, and he returned Atul's pressure testingly. His lips felt different from Tenele's and from most everyone he'd ever been with before. The vampire's tongue explored along the edge of the man's lips, tasting spice and Atul's warm, clean breath.

Vlad closed his eyes, not needing to look to know what he was doing to Tenele. He spread his fingers up over Tenele's chest, caressing her needfully while Atul's tongue invaded his mouth. He moaned, sounding almost confused by the chaotic feelings ricocheting between their bodies and minds.

Tenele knew Atul kissed Vlad. She could feel it. Sense it. It washed through her just as swiftly as what Atul did to her washed through him. The skilled hands on her body were making her near delirious with need. It was both satisfying and teasing. Atul seemed to go for the torturous approach. He'd build her up, only to never let her reach that sweet release. After several borderline-cruel attempts at getting close, Tenele gave into frustration. She reached up, taking a handful of his long black hair and drew his head back away from Vlad. She gave him a stern glare, to which he gave a dark chuckle. "What, I was distracted." Tenele's gaze grew more firm.

"As you wish," he whispered to her. He moved in closer until she felt the skin of his chest press Vlad's hands to her body. His forehead pressed against hers, and he focused more intently on her need to cross that point of no return.

Tenele grappled for something to hold onto, and reached down, a hand on either one of Vlad's thighs. Her fingers clenched against his skin, her body withered between the two of them. Then, he finally let her cross the line.

Atul's gaze burned through her, and she could see his own need. He wanted her, she could see how much he wanted her... and Vlad had told him he couldn't. She felt a little sorry for him and at the same time completely understood Vlad's reasoning. That was a line she didn't think Vlad could let him cross.

I feel like we're torturing him, Tenele's breathless voice murmured through her link.

Then touch him, Vlad purred back. Or would you prefer I do it? His lips wandered away from Atul's mouth and along the side of his jaw. He, too, was struggling to hold himself back. If he didn't bite someone soon, he was going to lose it.

We could share him, Tenele told Vlad whimsically.

Tenele's hand trailed down Atul's muscled chest to the edge of his trousers, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. "Lose the pants," she advised in a breath.

Atul wasted no time in doing that, and when he was finish he knelt before her. She placed a hand palm flat on his shoulder and pushed him backwards until he fell against the pillows. She moved away from her husband, crawling up the length of Atul's body. Whether it was Vlad's carnal need or her own, she wasn't quite sure. But, all nervous thoughts had been abandoned.

The half-elf reached up to the pins that held her silver hair in place. She pulled them free, tossing them one by one onto the floor. Tenele bent forward, her silver hair washing across his shoulder. Her lips found his neck, and they trailed down his chest. She inched lower and lower, nibbling lightly on the skin as she went. Vlad said no biting for Atul, but she wasn't sure if the same rule applied for her.

Her husband's need to bite someone was too strong for her. She fought hard to keep herself from trying to sink her dull teeth into Atul's skin.

She could hear the king's breath quicken beneath her touch. She drew lower and lower, her hands sliding across him like velvet over glass. Her fingertips skimmed over his skin until her hand wrapped about him, taking all of him in a firm grip. A low groan rumbled up from Atul's chest.

Atul sat up, throwing an arm around Vlad's neck and drawing him back into the bed with him. His lips sought the vampires again.

Vlad pressed his mouth almost fiercely against Atul's, much rougher than he would have been with Tenele. He hovered over the demigod and took pleasure in pinning him down to the mattress while his wife reduced him to a breathless, sweaty mess. The vampire strayed to Atul's neck, grazing his teeth against the man's hot skin and tasting the salty-sweet perspiration. He snuck a look down at what his wife was doing to Atul. He needed to bite. God, it was so good.

For an agonizing second, he wasn't sure which person to take. Tenele's pulse was like a rhythm inside him, dancing like it held the keys to his soul. Atul's was a mad rush of power and sex that made him want to be thorough and violent. He'd never bitten Atul that way before. Would the man be okay with it?

He ran his tongue in a hard, wet line along Atul's throat.

Tenele lifted her gaze, looking up the length of Atul's quivering body to her husband. Bite him, she encouraged with a crafty smile. He can handle it. Tenele dragged her own teeth over Atul's skin. But, after you've bitten him and he's had his fill... Come for me... I need you. I need you a swiftly as I did in the inn on the way home from our honeymoon.

Something about Tenele's instructions pushed the vampire completely over the edge. The thought of her wanting him, waiting for him. He groaned and thrust his teeth deep and hard into Atul's neck. The man jerked in reflex, resisting the sudden assault. It just made Vlad come down harder and assault the demigod's senses as their minds suddenly linked. Atul's blood was like a drug. Vlad's bite lost some of its strength as he moaned deeply against the man's neck. He thrust his power through the link between them, riddling Atul's senses with ecstasy until the usually quiet man cried out. Tenele's ministrations combined with Vlad's possessive excitement were more than he could last through.

Vla...d....no more...I'm already... Atul gasped into his mind. He seemed to be trying to make the words out loud, but all that his throat could form was shapeless, erotic moans.

Vlad pulled Atul's upper body into his arms possessively, cradling the back of the man's neck while Atul careened into climax. He clutched the bedsheets and arched his back as he released.

The vampire bit down a little harder as the orgasm triggered his own. His scream was muffled by Atul's neck, but inside their minds, they heard it quite clearly. Through the intensity of the moment, Tenele's pulse rang out to him like a summons. He pulled back from Atul's neck, closing a hand over it nurturingly, and turned an urgent gaze to Tenele. Now, while his body was still reeling, he wanted to be joined with her.

Tenele was gripping the sheets, watching the scene unfold. Her hole body stiffened because she could now feel both Vlad and Atul's pleasure combined. She could barely think to move, but the moment Vlad lifted his gaze to her she could sense exactly what he wanted. Tenele wrapped an arm around his neck, drawing her body closer to him. She kissed him quickly, tasting Atul's blood in his mouth. It didn't have the same affect on her as it did him, to Tenele it simply tasted like metal.

Tenele pulled him back with her, drawing him down to the bed alongside Atul. Tenele realized then, as she spared a glance to Atul, that Vlad hadn't given him permission to make love to her, but he was about to experience it through Vlad.

Vlad reached back and pulled away his pants. Somehow, he'd managed not to get them off this whole time. His skin was slick as the fabric slid away. He'd come several times already, but that didn't seem to have an effect on his readiness for Tenele. He raised her legs gently and leaned over her, totally different in his handling of her body than he'd been with Atul's. His lips pressed heatedly into hers. He entered her slowly, but thoroughly, pushing to the end of his length inside her. His size was nothing to sneeze at, especially when he was as excited as he was right now.

A breathless moan left her lips, her head arching back at the feel of him. She cupped one hand behind his neck, and the other reached behind her for a handful of sheets. The feeling seemed multiplied by three, far more than she was used too. Her head rushed with it. She kissed him, moaning against his lips with each thrust.

Briefly her gaze darted to Atul, curious to see his reaction, but Vlad easily guided her attention back to him with the slightest of movements.

Atul's breath came faster as Vlad's body echoed every sensation back to him. He crumpled down into the sheets, overwhelmed and barely even focused enough to touch himself. He felt drunk. He felt so impossibly good. He stared at Tenele's silhouette against the firelight, and up to the powerful male who was sharing his sensations with him right now. Maybe it was being linked to Tenele, but he had the desire to touch the vampire as keenly as he wished to take his place inside Tenele.

He pushed up to his knees, his concentration stumbling every time Vlad thrust or Tenele moaned, and managed to make it behind the vampire. He reached out and touched the dead king's scarred back, pressing his strong hands into the muscles there and caressing down his entire torso. The sudden touch made Vlad stiffen and freeze mid-thrust. He glanced back at the demigod with a uncertain stare.

Atul responded by digging his fingers harder into Vlad's muscles and caressing him almost brutally. Vlad cried out and accidentally thrust into Tenele much harder than he meant to.

A sharp surprised cry escaped Tenele, followed be a gasp. Her eyes darted back and forth from her husband's fierce gaze to the man hovering behind him. She needed something more solid than sheets to hold onto if he was going to be firmer. Her hands fumbled up his arms, searching for the best place to hold onto him.

She wasn't sure how her body... or maybe it was her mind... was supposed to take what was assaulting her. Pleasure to great to be real, and powerful enough to bring destruction.

She met Atul's gaze, unsure of what he planned to do. But, there was something about the fact he was there. That he was watching them, that he was touching Vlad while her husband was so deep within her. It excited her, and she was afraid to be anymore aroused than she already was.

As Vlad continued, his composure began to collapse. His breathing was reduced to ragged gasps while he forced his rhythm to be fast, but not violent. How in the world had he ended up at the center of this threesome? He was completely unprepared for the sensuality of Atul's hands on his back, and even less ready for what came next.

"Vlad," Atul moaned, close to his ear. His voice was thick with the excitement building through him. "When you said no biting...does that apply only to Tenele? Or..." Hot breath blew along the vampire's neck.

Tenele withered, her body both wanting to cling to what she was feeling and run away from it. It burned through her, growing higher and higher. The sound of Atul's voice and the thought of someone biting Vlad, she wanted it. Maybe it was Vlad's own desire for it....

"Bite him," Tenele gasped, green eyes fixating on Vlad's red gaze.