Incubus Dreams - October 22nd

[anita_blake]

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."

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[masterofstlouis]

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

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_blake]

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.

[masterofstlouis]

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

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.

[anita_blake]

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.

[masterofstlouis]

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?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

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.

[anita_blake]

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.

[masterofstlouis]

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

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.

[anita_blake]

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.

[masterofstlouis]

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

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.

[anita_blake]

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.

[masterofstlouis]

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

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

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.

[anita_blake]

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher is being driven slowly mad by the two of them, and is quite happy to continue to do so. He slides his hands slowly down their bodies, as far as he can reach, palming Anita's ass and squeezing playfully, stroking the muscles of Jean-Claude's back.

[anita_blake]

Anita lifts her head, looking down into Asher's face.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, her fingers ghosting over Asher's lips. "I want you to feed from me while I go down on Jean-Claude."

It takes quite a lot for her to ask for that.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude almost shudders at her words. There is nothing sexier to me, ma petite, than a woman who knows what she wants and is not afraid to ask for it, he sends to her through the marks.

Aloud, though, he speaks to Asher. "Perhaps with a trifle more restraint than last time, mon ami?" he says with amusement tinting his voice. "We want the evening to last, do we not?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher grins at Jean-Claude, nodding.

"I shall be the very model of restraint," he murmurs, turning his gaze on Anita, hungry in more ways than one.

[anita_blake]

Anita shifts off Asher and presses Jean-Claude down into the bed, kissing him. She loses herself in that for a moment, her hand moving down his body until her fingers wrap around him.

You're loving this, aren't you? she asks him as she strokes, nipping Jean-Claude's lower lip.

[masterofstlouis]

In reply, Jean-Claude opens himself to her, letting her feel the pleasure and contentment that she is giving him, the anticipation and arousal that continues to build in him. He kisses her back, letting his hands roam across her shoulders and down her side. The question, ma petite, is, are you?

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher rolls onto his side behind Anita, sliding his hand down Anita's side behind Jean-Claude's, drawing her hair to the side, kissing her neck playfully.