anita_blake | Incubus Dreams

Anita parts her legs a little wider, letting her back touch the bed finally. She can't force any sound past her closed throat for a moment, but then the moan is let loose. Staring into Asher's eyes, she's as surely captured as he is. It is different without the power of the ardeur forcing their hands, stealing away subtly and beauty.

She closes her eyes, her head lolling to the side as Asher's fingers circle her, making her breath shudder, her thighs quiver. When she opens her eyes, all she sees is gold and porcelain, and she reaches out, drawing Asher close, until her hot breath and wet tongue can tease his neck as her taunts her between her legs.

Jean-Claude simply lays back onto the bed, on his side, propped up on one arm, so that he can watch. There is a certain pleasure in simply watching, and now that he has a chance to truly indulge that for the first time in a great while, he takes full advantage of it.

His other hand drifts between his own legs, idly and gently stroking along his length while he watches the beautifully sensual show before him.

Asher shudders at the first swipe of her tongue, gust of hot breath, against his neck. His eyes close, a soft gasp as he feels the scrape of teeth at his throat. He forces them open, fixing on Jean-Claude's face, his eyes following the slight movement of his arm, down to his hips, and lower.

Turning his head, he nibbles gently on Anita's shoulder with blunt, human teeth, his free hand reaching across, sliding slowly up Jean-Claude's thigh, a mirror of his touches to Anita only minutes before.

Anita's hips shift into the rhythm Asher's hand creates, and she's barely paying attention to anything other than the pleasure building inside her and Asher's throat. Her hand slides down Asher's chest, taking in the feel of his body. She hadn't had the opportunity to do that before, and she basks in it now. A particularly nice swipe of his fingers makes her buck, cry out, and bite down into the meat of Asher's throat.

Jean-Claude smiles at Asher when he looks over, and brushes his fingertips up and down Asher's arm. His cock twitches at the feel of Asher's hand on his thigh, remembering shared pleasures of times past, and in anticipation of those to come.

Asher shifts, covering Anita's body with his, kissing her hungrily, his fingers curling, pressing deep inside of her. His hand slides off of Jean-Claude's thigh, wrapping around his arm, pulling him close. He wants to feel Jean-Claude's hands on his body, wants them to pleasure Anita together.

Anita arches her body up, crying out into that hungry kiss as Asher's fingers move inside her. Her whole body shivers, her breath short, as his skilled hand and mouth bring her so much closer to release. She can feel Asher's desire for her, for Jean-Claude. It's for them both, not just Jean-Claude, and that helps her mind relax into what they are doing, into just enjoying the three of them touching, kissing, and pleasuring each other.

Jean-Claude settles in behind Anita, pressing his body along her naked back. He kisses and nips at her neck and shoulder, while his hands roam over them both. Anita's stomach, Asher's chest. His thigh, her hip. It doesn't really matter; the feel of both of them is what he's craving, and for once he doesn't have to deny himself that.

Asher breaks the kiss, turning his head to catch Jean-Claude's mouth with his, kissing him hungrily. He presses against Anita from knee to shoulder, the sweet curves of her body tight against his chest, his knee between hers as his fingers delve between her thighs.

Anita's hand presses to Asher's chest, her nails digging in, as her breath catches. Feeling them both pressed to her, watching through heavy lashes as they kiss, just makes her body tighten that much more.

As Asher's fingers curve within her, Anita screams out, bucking into his hand as her climax races through her, stealing every sense but sight. She refuses to look away from Asher and Jean-Claude kissing, seeing as much passion in the meeting of their lips as anything they've shared singularly with her.

The sound of Anita's climax washes over him and redoubles the intensity of the kiss he shares with Asher. He pulls the other vampire closer, all but crushing Anita between them as she continues to writhe in her orgasm. Only when she finally begins to come down does he release Asher lips, turning his face down to Anita's and placing featherlight kisses on her forehead and cheeks.

Asher moans into the kiss, the heat of Anita's body against him, around his fingers, doing more to turn him on almost than her cries. He draws back from the kiss slowly, blinking as if in a daze as he looks down at Anita, letting his fingers slide from her body slowly.

He kisses Anita's shoulder, trails his lips across until he can switch to Jean-Claude, touching them both, always.

Recovering between the two of them, she finally lets her eyes slip shut.

"Fucking hell," she mutters, and then laughs, feeling utterly... content. It's contentment, and her eyes fly open as she stares at them, confused by that feeling.

Jean-Claude feels the contentment through the marks and chuckles along with her. "I would hope it was slightly more pleasurable than hell, ma petite," he teases. "So, tell us, now that I have indulged myself in my voyeurism, what you would like to do next?"

Asher strokes the back of his knuckles over her ribs, up and down, a slow sweeping movement as he looks between them, content to do anything they should wish.

A sparkle enters Anita's eyes. Asher is still soft, small, and not yet fed to make him hard. Anita squirms about until she's pressing Asher back into the softness of the bed, her hands stroking down his chest and stomach while she situates herself between his legs.

She remembers, through Jean-Claude, the places that bring Asher the most pleasure. Her lips brush down his thigh, her eyes rolled up to look at both vampires, and then her tongue brushes the back of his knee.

Between the marks and his own experience, Jean-Claude knows what it is that Anita intends. He gives Asher a knowing smirk, shifting until he is lying beside Asher. He lays his head on Asher's shoulder, sliding his hands across the blond's chest and stomach as he shifts attention between watching Anita and watching Asher's reactions to her.

Asher is silent save for a soft gasp as Anita's mouth moves down the inside of his thigh. He loves and hates that she knows exactly where to touch him; he has no such advantage, though he does have the benefit of more experience.

His eyes nearly roll back in his head as Anita licks and kisses the soft skin behind his knee, one hand reaching out for Jean-Claude, drawing him into a kiss as his other hand fists in silk sheets.

Taking her time, Anita torments first the back one knee, and then the other, trying to bring about sounds from Asher. She might know where to touch, but she's still learning Asher himself, and there is a large chunk of time Jean-Claude was absent for, where Asher's tastes might have changed.

She hears the soft sound of kissing as she bites and suckles up Asher's left thigh until she reaches his groin. Anita nuzzles him for a moment, eyes glancing up the kissing men, and then, with a moan, she draws Asher's soft cock into her mouth.

Jean-Claude kisses back eagerly, almost chewing at Asher's mouth as though he could swallow the little moans and gasps the other vampire makes. When he senses Anita taking Asher into her mouth, he breaks from the kiss and brings his head down to nuzzle and lick at Asher's neck, nipping gently along where the pulse would be if he had one at the moment.

Asher moans loudly, the duel assault of Jean-Claude on his neck, Anita at his groin, almost too much.

"Mon dieu," he groans, "you two will be the death of me." He cannot grow hard, of course, but the pleasure is still intense, making him writhe underneath them.

Him growing hard certainly isn't Anita's intent. Usually, she only has Jean-Claude to do this to, but now there's Asher. She indulges in her odd little kink, the enjoyment of oral sex with a partner who cannot grow in her mouth. Anita sucks him in, intense pressure, loving those sounds and movements. When she's done there, her mouth makes it's ways to his balls. She draws them in, one at a time, sucking and licking, her teeth scraping ever so slightly.

This, in itself, is a huge turn on for Anita.

"It is fortunate, then," Jean-Claude murmurs against Asher's neck, "that you are already dead, non?"

Asher shudders, sliding a hand into Jean-Claude's dark curls, his other winding in Anita's hair, holding them both close.

He moans louder, writhing on the bed.

Finally finished with her exploration of Asher's groin, Anita kisses her way up Asher's body. Her hands sweeps along his sides and thighs, and then she joins Jean-Claude at Asher's throat. Him on one side, her on the other, biting and sucking as she moans against him. Asher feels good.

This feels good, and Anita allows the three of them to savor it.

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