Incubus Dreams - October 27th

[anita_blake]

As Anita wakes up, she makes several realizations.

She is on the floor.

She is on the floor of her kitchen.

She is on the floor of her kitchen, naked.

Slowly, she looks around and sees Nathaniel on the floor at her side, his cheek resting on her thigh. Memory comes back to her, of the hungers, of the ardeur, of the fucking and feeding and memories. Anita eyes dart around, looking for Damian, because Damian was with them, and they land on his form, bathed in sunlight.

Like his pale skin had been dipped in honey, and Anita has the distant thought of how beautiful the vampire looked with his blood-red hair, warm skin, and relaxed features. But the most overwhelming thought was that Damian was bathed in sunlight! She scrambles over to him, grabbing Damian by the ankles, and pulls him out of the sunlight, but then he's awake, screaming, struggling, and Anita panics.

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[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Richard had been slowly making his way over to them. Slower than required, as to not pull attention to himself. He kneels next to Anita, though his good arm doesn't reach out for her. "I'm here, Anita," his tone holds that war of being completely unsure of how he feels. But he wants to be close in case something goes wrong.

[anita_blake]

Oh, this was just great... great and utterly awkward.

Anita shoves aside any feeling of embarrassment, though, because she can feel that tenuous hold Damian has just as the vampire snarls at Richard. Enough was fucking enough.

"Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh," she says, determined to regain Damian's attention.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Emerald eyes snap back to Anita from Richard, and each word pulls him more firmly back to this side of sanity. The need to be close to her, impossibly close, is overwhelming, and he doesn't have the strength to battle against it like he has in the past. His body shifts against hers, his erection sliding close, but not entering. He can feel the warmth of her chest against his own, their heartbeats synchronized.

[anita_blake]

Suddenly, Anita is overwhelmed by the need that more than just a kiss is needed. It simply rages over her like hot wind over the desert, and for a moment she thinks they've managed to raise the ardeur.

But then she hears it.

Two heartbeats.

Two needs.

Two needs she's been ignoring for months now, pushing aside, making excuses to never face. Damian's need and...

And Nathaniel's. She turns her head to look at the wereleopard whose lavender eyes are simply filled with that need. His pain at rejection and isolation and judgment are there for her to see in his very soul, just as it is in Damian's, and her love for them makes that pain her own. There will be no more pushing them away, she understands, and she holds Nathaniel's desperate gaze with her own.

"Breath to breath," she says, never looking away from Nathaniel. "My heart to yours."

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

His eyes move back and forth between Anita and Nathaniel as his sanity solidifies a bit more. Nathaniel's closeness doesn't feel like a threat anymore, and he reaches over with his free hand to establish contact with the wereleopard as well. Damian can't hold himself back as Anita finishes the incantation, and a long, precise movement of his hips pushes him inside of her.

The closeness and sensation overwhelm him, and he clings to them both.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

There's a small sound from Richard as he moves away from them, back hitting the couch as he watches them. He can't help the flash of pain, anger, and strong jealousy that cross his face as he watches. The pain is mostly from his shoulder for when he connected with the couch though.

[anita_blake]

Anita writhes under Damian, moaning for a moment as her hips instinctively move up to meet that first slide in. Her head snaps to the side, though, the moment she hears that sound from Richard. Anita's eyes meet his, and she sees that play of emotion over his face, feels it through the marks.

She isn't certain what she can now, but another shift of Damian's hips and she finds she doesn't care. The pleasure that rushes through her is wonderful, and she wonders why she'd denied them this for so long.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian's body is caught in a shudder, and he grips Nathaniel with one hand while raising the other to turn Anita's face back towards him with just enough force to make sure her eyes follow the movement of her chin.

"It's me I want you to be thinking about," he tells her in a whisper, his eyes pinning her in place while he repositions his body. He slides out until just the tip of him is inside her. "Blood of my blood," he breathes against her lips before thrusting forward again.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel echoes Anita's cry at that thrust. God, he could feel it! It was through the marks that bound them now, but he could feel Anita's pleasure, and he could feel Damian's. Even if he hadn't been hard by now, he would have been. He presses himself against the carpet, unwilling to just rub against the two of them.

He can feel that Damian wants all of Anita's attention, that this really has little to do with him. Even if he does feel that jealousy in his gut that he only gets to feel their pleasure metaphysically, he doesn't interrupt.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Nathaniel may not be the one he is physically entering, but he knows the wereleopard is there. When Anita glances over, he does as well. It only compounds his pleasure, knowing that all three of them can feel it. The sound of Nathaniel and Anita both crying out in pleasure makes him continue eagerly.

"Flesh of my flesh," he breathes before thrusting again, feeling pleasure spread through all of them. It's like nothing he has ever felt before, and he loses himself in it, in the melding of his body to Anita's, and the re-initiation of his spirit to necromancer, wereleopard, werewolf, and vampire. He pulls out almost completely before pushing forward with more force between his phrases, groaning out, "Breath to breath... my heart to yours."

The last snap of his hips buries him as far as he will go, and he stays there as he feels everything fall into place within his mind.

[anita_blake]

Anita moans, writhing beneath Damian, feeling as if he will possess every inch of her. She hears Nathaniel cry out, feels his hand tighten around hers. It's so much, their minds -- good God, all five of them wrapped up in this -- and the magic binds them all. Anita doesn't know what to think other than how tense her body is, how much pleasure courses through her as she squirms, wanting more, wanting to feel Damian find his end within her body.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian remains frozen above her, inside her, their pleasure swirling all throughout him as if it is part of his own... and perhaps it is.

When Anita squirms around him, he can't keep his voice from being shaky. "Oh... don't do that." He moans between harsh, shallow breaths. "If you... do that again, I won't last."

And he wants this to last. Gods, he wants it to last for an eternity.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

There's a stiffness to Richard that has nothing to do with the pain from his wound as he sits against the couch, watching, feeling everything through the bonds that now tie the five of them together.

The flicker of thought from Damian that Anita might not let him do this again once she's of a right mind has Richard's eyes widen just a hair. "You haven't fucked either of them before..." He'd just assumed she'd been sleeping with everything in her house. Similar to him sleeping with near everyone in the Lunapar until he'd hit Milliways. It's a clear enough thought that it will slide through the marks for everyone to hear.

[masterofstlouis]

Tut, tut, Richard. Remember what happens when you assume, Jean-Claude sends in response. He, too, is feeling the shared pleasure through the marks, but at least he has enough experience with it that he's able to ride the wave and remain mostly in control.

[anita_blake]

Another shudder from Damian, moving him slightly inside her, causes Anita to shout and squirm, arching up against him. In that instant, all seems lost. Damian arches back and she stares at him, pale beauty and blood red hair spilling down his back. He moves inside her, hard and deep, and Anita is completely taken by the sight of him. Just the sight of him, moving as much of him into her as possible with his eyes closed and head tossed back, pulls a scream from her.

And her scream is joined by Nathaniel's. She knows, on the peripheral of her mind, that Nathaniel is thrusting against the carpet. The grip on her hand is intensely painful, and she returns that grip, her eyes glued to Damian. Then Nathaniel stiffens, another cry leaving his lips as he lets go, coming with a violent shudder against the carpet. It's almost as if the overwhelming pleasure of Nathaniel's climax moves right up her arm and right into Damian as the vampire continues to push them both closer to the end.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

As Nathaniel's pleasure crashes into him through their metaphysical connection, Damian only has enough control left to thrust one more time into Anita before it's his turn to cry out. Arched back, his eyes screwed shut, he lets all his emotions bleed out into that single sound as he spills within Anita. His pleasure travels to all the others just as Nathaniel's did, reinforcing what is already riding high in all their minds and bodies.

[anita_blake]

And with their pleasuring crashing over her, Anita's back arches with Damian buried deep. She comes with a loud scream, but it just doesn't end there. It's as if one person's pleasure is shared, doubled, sent through the marks over and over -- Nathaniel, Anita, Damian, Richard, and Jean-Claude -- everything shared and sent back.

Until the three at the heart of it collapse on the bed in a sticky, panting heap.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Richard is panting where he sits against the couch, his one working hand balled into a fist at his side as he comes down from all that pleasure. Amber ringed eyes watch the group while he tries to catch his breath. Much as he might want to, he can't deny that holy hell that was amazing to feel.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude tenses, clawing at the sheets, when the combined orgasms burn down the marks. He's quite glad at that moment that he hasn't fed; otherwise there would now be something of a mess to clean up. He sighs as the feeling flows out of him, satisfied that at least Damian is once more the picture of sanity.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Yes, Damian is sane once more, and try though he might, he can't linger in the bliss of orgasm forever. Collapsed against Anita on the floor, with one arm still partially wound around one of Nathaniel's legs, he lets out a shaky laugh.

He is thankful that the glow lasts just a bit longer, enjoying every moment while it lasts because he is almost sure the fallout will be spectacular. He can feel the others in his mind -- Anita and Nat still thrumming with shared pleasure, Richard close, Jean-Claude lying in bed -- and while it frightens him in certain ways, he has never felt more secure in others.

[anita_blake]

Anita looks up at Damian, and realizes she can feel sorrow coming off him in waves. She's still emotionally plugged into him, much as he is, well, physically 'plugged into' her.

"Okay, everybody out of the pool," she says, nudging both Nathaniel and Damian away from her. She felt Nathaniel skip right past sorrow and into panic with those words, and she put a hand on his side reassuringly. "It's all right, Nathaniel. You didn't do anything wrong. We're all right."

[chartreuse_eyed]

Micah notes the broken door as he walks in, and that already has him a little concerned. The people naked on the floor are, unsurprisingly, not all that alarming, but certainly pique his curiosity.

Not that he's not completely fine with who's likely done who in this scenario he obviously missed, but the blood on the floor and walls makes him blink. "Are you all okay?"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Untangling himself from Anita and Nathaniel takes a small effort. Slipping from Anita's body pulls a small sound from him that ends up somewhere between a soft groan and a sob that he doesn't want anyone to hear but can't swallow down. He had feared Anita would push him away in the end, and to have it happen is like a blade being driven into him.

Standing, he looks around the room for the first time, noticing all the blood and mayhem he has left in his wake. Memories are always a bit fuzzy when it comes to going, revenant. Seeing the evidence of his madness in the blood and wounds of all the others in the room sparks a deep shame in him that joins with the sorrow.

Pulling himself together emotionally as much as possible, he offers both Nathaniel and Anita a hand up. The need to be close to Nat and Anita is nearly overwhelming in spite of -- or perhaps because of -- his shame and sadness. He decides to let someone else speak for the group to answer Micah's question.

[anita_blake]

Anita moves to get up, and Damian's hand shoots out, offering to help. Usually, she'd just slap it away, but after what they'd just done, it seems... rude. She accepts his help, getting her feet, realizing it's not just politeness...

She craves his touch, the skin hunger overwhelming.

Anita pulls her hand from Damian's, turning her attention to Micah. "We'll all live," she tells him.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel slowly gets to his feet, wincing as his body aches in all sorts of places. He inches closer to Damian, needing to touch him, and slips his hand into Damian's. Fuck what Anita might say...