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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[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.

[anita_blake]

Anita begins to ride Asher with enthusiasm, moaning as she buries her face against Asher's throat. "Yes," she breathes, her lips teasing Asher's neck. "He's beautiful and... God... I swear I'm losing my mind."

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.

[masterofstlouis]

"Non, ma petite," Jean-Claude whispers between soft groans at the feel of her pressing back against his cock. "Not losing your mind; merely turning it down for a while and listening to your feelings instead." In his opinion, she thinks too much anyway, and always about the subjects that should require the least thought to begin with.

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"You should listen to your feelings more often," Asher gasps, even as he grins, kissing her neck, feeling her nipples rub against his chest. Not wanting Jean-Claude to feel left out, he reaches around Anita, curling his fingers around Jean-Claude's cock, stroking him in tupe with the rise and fall of Anita's body in his lap.

[anita_blake]

Anita barely even registers Asher's hand behind her and what it's doing. All she feels is Asher's cock sliding inside and Jean-Claude's fingers circling her. Her hands cling tightly to Asher while her breath comes faster, her body trembling between them as pleasure mounts.

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.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude's breath catches in his throat when he feels Asher's hand on him. He shifts his hips back and forth, thrusting up into the encircling fingers.

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher meets Jean-Claude's gaze, smiling against Anita's skin as he strokes him, just how he likes it.

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.

[anita_blake]

Nailing digging into Asher's shoulders, Anita writhes, trying for that last bit of stimulation that will send her screaming. When it's not quite given, she makes a breathless, desperate request.

"Bite," she pants. "Feed from me..."

And the unspoken 'both of you' is shared down the marks with Jean-Claude.