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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[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.

[anita_blake]

Caught between them, Anita thinks it's her who will be driven insane, not Asher. It takes more thought and effort than she can muster to give Jean-Claude an active blowjob, but she is enthusiastic in her sucking and licking, her hands gripping at his body as she squirms against Asher's. Anita moans, shudders, and presses back against Asher, her own desire taking over rational thought.

[masterofstlouis]

He could find his release in her mouth, with her tongue and lips caressing his length as he thrusts, but that is something they've never discussed, and it would be therefore very rude, so he pulls back, panting heavily from the pleasure Anita has drawn out of him. Jean-Claude then reaches over and taps Asher on the shoulder, a signal for him to withdraw his fangs before he takes too much for the evening to continue.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher pulls back, rolling away from Anita, on to his back as he licks his lips, shudder running from head to toe.

"You taste wonderful," he murmurs, running his hand down Anita's side.

[anita_blake]

Anita moans, eyes closed, trying to regain her senses, but Asher's hand moving down her does nothing to help that.

"You both feel fucking fantastic," she slurrs, a little giggle leaving her bloody throat.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude chuckles along with her. "I believe, given Asher's current state," he says, eyes taking in Asher's now-evident arousal, "that he would agree that you feel equally fantastic. And it occurs to me now that you have not had the pleasure of feeling him entering you, nor he of having you above him. If you are amenable, ma petite, I would very much like you to share that particular pleasure with him."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher folds one arm behind his head, propping it up a little so he can look across at Anita, Jean-Claude.

"An excellent idea," he murmurs, smirking at Jean-Claude. "Merci, mon ami."

[anita_blake]

Anita's cheeks flush a little, but she wants it the moment Jean-Claude suggests it. She shifts on the bed, crawling the little way to Asher, and brushes her lips against his.

"You want me to ride you?" she purrs, smirking at him.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude smirks. "Succinctly put, ma petite," he teases as he rubs her back.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher nods, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her close to kiss her sweetly.

"Yes, cher," he whispers.

[anita_blake]

She doesn't even want to tell either of them no. Her hand cups Asher, strokes him as she straddles his hips. Anita doesn't look away from those pale blue eyes, eyes that remind her of a winter's sky, as she sits back. With a moan, she slowly works her body down Asher's cock, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly until she sits flush against his thighs.

"God," she breathes, shuddering as pleasure fills her. "Asher."

[masterofstlouis]

With the marks open between them, Jean-Claude can feel Anita's pleasure. Combined with his own memories of nights past both with Asher alone and with Julianna as well, it brings another shiver to his own body. He sits up and straddles Asher's legs as he presses close to Anita's back. His tongue brushes over the fresh puncture marks in her neck while his hands slide around her to cup her breasts as she moves against Asher beneath them both.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher moans, his hands gripping Anita's hips as she sinks down, tilting his head back, closing his eyes as he shivers. He rolls his hips, pushing that little bit deeper, her heat, the clench of her body around his cock more than he could have imagined.

[anita_blake]

Anita cries out as Asher slides deeper, her hands clenching on his chest. The heat of Jean-Claude behind her, his mouth where Asher's mouth had pierced her, drives her mad. She rises a little before slipping down Asher's cock again, another long moan drawn from her. Opening her eyes, she stares down at Asher, memories not her own filling her mind, of all the time Asher had lain like this, lit by the soft glow of candlelight.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude catches the thread of Anita's thoughts and lifts his head from her neck to murmur in her ear, "He is so beautiful, is he not?" Then he pulls her hair aside and gives the same tender treatment to the other side of her throat, licking and gently nipping along the curve.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher slides his hands up a little, framing her waist rather than her hips, holding her close as he sits up, trapping her between their bodies.

He kisses Anita, his chest against Jean-Claude's hands, his hands coaxing Anita to move, rise and fall in his lap.