Anita Blake (
anita_blake) wrote2009-09-27 11:49 am
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Incubus Dreams - October 22nd
Anita is sitting on the bed, legs folded indian-style, and she stares at the pair sitting on the couch. Both Asher and Jean-Claude look utterly at ease, faces blank, bodies relaxed. If she didn't know them better, she'd say they were casually waiting to have an everyday discussion about the weather.
But their careful expressions and relaxed positions speak volumes for their worry and discomfort.
"You can both stop looking like I'm about to execute one of you," she says, trying for a smile. "I promise, it's not that bad."
But their careful expressions and relaxed positions speak volumes for their worry and discomfort.
"You can both stop looking like I'm about to execute one of you," she says, trying for a smile. "I promise, it's not that bad."
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"You both feel fucking fantastic," she slurrs, a little giggle leaving her bloody throat.
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"An excellent idea," he murmurs, smirking at Jean-Claude. "Merci, mon ami."
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"You want me to ride you?" she purrs, smirking at him.
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"Yes, cher," he whispers.
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"God," she breathes, shuddering as pleasure fills her. "Asher."
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He kisses Anita, his chest against Jean-Claude's hands, his hands coaxing Anita to move, rise and fall in his lap.
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She's trapped between the men, Asher moving inside her and Jean-Claude moving against the crevice of her backside. It feels amazing as she moves her hips to take Asher in while rubbing herself back against Jean-Claude. What surprises her the most is just how much she's enjoying herself without the ardeur, without the overriding lustful hunger to batter away at her own sense of self and limits.
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He removes his hands from Anita's breasts, letting her rub instead against Asher's chest. He then slides a hand down between the other two and begins to rub gently at Anita's clitoris, coaxing her to another release.
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She isn't going to last much longer, and Anita doesn't even try to hold her climax back. She lets it build beautifully, letting them both work her to the very edge of pleasure where she teeters, breathless and moaning their names.
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When he senses Anita getting close to her release, he slows his rubbing, drawing it out as much as possible, letting the anticipation build and swell until she simply cannot hold back anymore.
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He gentles the thrust of his hips, in tune with Jean-Claude, slowing their movements until Anita is caught, desperate, driven mad by their hands, their bodies.
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"Bite," she pants. "Feed from me..."
And the unspoken 'both of you' is shared down the marks with Jean-Claude.
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Jean-Claude dips his head to the thus-far unmarred side of her throat and opens his mouth against her racing pulse, biting down without further preamble. He's sated from his feeding earlier that evening, so this is just a mouthful or two, merely for the pleasure of it. And pleasure it is as Anita's sweet blood washes over his tongue, laced with all the lust and desire and love she's feeling at this moment.
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Not that it affects a moment of what she's experiencing, because she knows she'll happily do this all over again and again if they let her.
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He kisses the slope of Anita's neck, just above his bitemark, leaning against her as he pants softly, clutching at Anita and Jean-Claude both.
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All she knows is how she feels, and fuck, she feels good.
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