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]

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.

[anita_blake]

Anita moans, pulling back from Jean-Claude's mouth. It's then she realizes she doesn't quite know how they're going to do this.

"Umm," she says, laughing softly, though it turns into a groan. "I'm not sure how we're going to do this."

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude smiles at the cuteness of her confusion and shifts under her, rolling half onto his side.

"Lay on your side," he tells her, "and let Asher lay on his side behind you and support your head."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher moves into position easily; it's not the first time he's done this, by any means. He cradles Anita's head, again brushing her hair away from her neck, watching as Jean-Claude moves closer.

[anita_blake]

Anita feels her cheeks flush as they get situated, but it's quickly forgotten as she focuses on Jean-Claude's erection. She wets her lips, and then licks around the head of him, using her fingers to draw back the skin. Moaning, she slowly takes more and more of Jean-Claude between her lips, reveling in the scent and taste of him and the solidness of Asher at her back.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude sighs in pleasure at the feel of her warm mouth surrounding his cock. He slides a hand down to her breast, cupping it and rolling the nipple between his fingers. He revels in the sensations Anita brings to him for a long, lingering moment, and then looks past her to Asher, giving a nod that he is ready for Asher to feed.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher waits a moment, kissing Anita's neck softly as he watches her take Jean-Claude in, giving her time to adjust before he lets his canines touch her throat, pricking gently, before sinking in upon Jean-Claude's nod.

He rolls her, not fully, just enough to make his bite pleasureable, his eyelids fluttering, slipping closed as her blood wets his throat, energising him, making his skin tingle.

[anita_blake]

Anita cries out around Jean-Claude, and then her eyes slip closed as the pain melts away to nothing but pleasure. Lust, hot and bright, blooms between her legs, and it takes quite a bit of thought beyond the pleasure of Asher's bite to urge Jean-Claude to take over.

To thrust into her mouth as Asher draws on her throat.

[masterofstlouis]

He picks up on her unspoken thoughts and desires and picks up the motion while Asher holds Anita's head steady. With a hand wrapped around the base of his cock to keep from choking Anita, Jean-Claude thrusts his hips against her, pushing himself into her hot, panting mouth.

A trickle of blood escapes Asher's lips and begins to move down Anita's collarbone. Jean-Claude slides a finger across the errant droplet and brings it to his mouth, shivering as the taste of her tingles across his tongue.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher's moan echoes Anita's soft cry, blood coursing through his veins, hardening as he rubs against Anit's back, still supporting her head, holding her for Jean-Claude.