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[within7temptation]

The howling of a rather large pack of wolves drifted to greet the Lady's ears as she nudged her large Friesian stallion, one of many immortal mounts that she had created and bred into perfection throughout her long life, into a swift trot that ate away at the miles between the edge of the forest and her castle. The Lady had dressed in an attire suitable for early winter, for it was unseasonably brisk on this lovely night, with the sky being clear and the stars shining. The moon was two days past full and its glow illuminated the slender woman's pale form and her coppery tresses of waving silk as her steed passed through a large clearing. The stallion was solid black, pure bred, and her favoite. Korbaste. His breath as her own came out in thick, white mists and steam driffted away from the creature's silken pelt. Another chorus from the wolves reached her. They were close. But she had been riding amongst that particular pack for almost seven-hundred years. She knew every newly born pup and every elder. The age of each wolf and their individual scents, gaits, and voice. A solo... Sung by a dainty female that smelled more like flowers than the others did. Her eyes were hazel rather than amber and her pelt was thick and springy. Her color was a dark charcoal gray with hits of silver and black. Three years old, feirce, and a natural leader. She had killed her father and taken his place as the Alpha Wolf. Duskarie had taken to calling the young leader by the name of Havoc.

The castle eventually lumed out of the forest to welcome the beautiful woman home from her hunt. The victem had been a young woman with short, black hair and dark eyes. An escort. She seemed to feast upon them so often, for no one thought anything of a prostitute sleeping on a park bench. They are assumed to be drunk or high or just plain worn the hell out. As for Duskarie, though... She sighed as she dismounted her steed. The gentle breeze picked up as she began to lead the grand stallion to the stables, sending the thick cloak of thick and black crushed velvet billowing around her graceful form. Her thick boots of dark buck's hide made soft tapping sounds against the stone flooring of the stables and her black breaches and blue shirt of cotton sighed against themselves as she moved. She had worn men's clothing this night, cut in the style of a wealthy traveler from the darker ages. Loose fitting and comfortable, even in their elegance.

After she had cared for the Immortal equine of the Warring Breeds, Queen Duskarie of the Covenant Vontair made her way up to her lavish rooms. She would not be spending much time there though, for this night was one in wich she wished to relax and enjoy the warmth of a refreshing bath. How long had it been scince her two lovers had joined her family? Three weeks? Four? She pondered this as she lit the hearth and the candles of lavender and lilac and wild rose in her bathing room and filled the large tub with steaming water and bubbles and bath salts. The fragrances matched those of the candles. Red wine in one of the glasses from her favorite set, her Familiar dozing by the fire. The woman lowered erself into the water, allowing her hair to hang loose around her. Closing her stormy blue eyes, she allowed her mind to drift as the warm water soothed her tense form. Her lovers had free access to her private chambers, just as she did to theirs. Yet she felt as though she had hardly seen them in the past few weeks. She had been dealing with the other new comers and comforting the elders of the coven. She had very little time to spend with Gabriel and Morgan... Time that the three of them all needed. Morgan was still new to his immortality. And Gabriel... Well, they were so instinctual around one another. She sighed and opened her eyes. Would she see them tonight?

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[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan had been lounging in his suite reading from the classic tale of Dicken's 'Great Expectations.' He had never really lived the life of the poor urchin, yet there was so much imagry and hidden meaning in the characters and their actions. He liked books because they were a chance to live in earlier times, and be a part of what was life in teh past. He wished he'd been born in these earlier times, he had an old soul.

He turned another page and grinned when he heard the faint step in the hallways. He hadn't heard the horse return from Lady Duskarie's ride. She had been out hunting, but he hadn't felt like feeding tonight. He was still full of energy in his newborn state, and he had always been full of livliness. He slapped his book shut and laid it on the nightstand table.

His feet ached to go to her. He sat up with a grin and pushed off his bed where he had been reclining and lazily reading. He looked at his lippers and debated momentarily whether to put them on or not. Eventually his desire to go see his lady hurried him and he left them on the floor by his bed. He preferred barefoot wanderings even through the Castle, his feet didn't feel the coolness of the floors. He crossed in three strides and slipped out into the hallway.

He cast a glance at Gabriel's door and made his way towards Duskarie's rooms. He paused should he knock? They'd been given free roam to each other's rooms, and he didn't think she'd mind if he went in. So he stepped through the doors and called softly, Duskarie, Love, are you here? He could smell the light scent of lilac and lavender mixed with his favorite scent of roses. He followed his nose to the bathrooms. He wanted so much to join her, but he knew she would like her privacy while she enjoyed a warm bath. He smiled and debated slipping into her bed or settling into a comfortable chair to wait for her. He wanted to talk to both of them, to get to know them and just bask in their company.

He hoped Gabriel would join them too. Although his thoughts had remained genteel up to that point the prospect of making love as a vampyre with his beautiful lady or the entrancing Gabriel quickly caused a turn around to lustier musings. He heard the slpash of water and grinned broadly as he imagined her perfect form slippery with the bubbles and scented from the soaps. He found his feet leading him closer to the bathroom again.

[within7temptation]

She knew who it was that had entered her chambers even before she had heard his voice. His personal gait was that of a lively young man from times long forgotten, save for in books, and yet modern. Relaxed and fluidic, even in his high-born status. The woman smiled at the sound of her lover's voice and chuckled softly. The small black cat that slept beside the fire had opened her eyes momentarily and had scince closed them again. Farrera was accustomed to Duskarie's males by now and would interfere with nothing.

She watched the oak door, waiting for it to open, as she sipped from her glass of wine. She had taken to keeping the matching goblet put away, and leaving two other goblets on the mantle beside the one that she held now. They resembled the crystaline cup, with the silver band around the top and gem-stone inlay. One had sapphires, and the other had emeralds. "Enter if you are going to, Morgan." she called out to her young lover. Her voice held a note of humor, even as it revealed her stressed and tired state.

Her mind drifted once again, this time to the act of making love. The last time she had done so was the night she had left London, and thus Gabriel, to return to Romania. A week longer than the two men had been in her castle. It was not as though being deprived of such caused more stress upon her; She had gone more than eighty years without sex until the night she had met Morgan. Willingly had she avoided such intimacy, feeling that it had begun to loose its value in society. Which it had. She drained her glass and set it to the side as she waited, grinning.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was saved from indecision by her invitation. He closed his eyes and smiled pleasantly. Then he slipped back to the door pushing it open. He was glad she'd called for him to enter, he wanted to give her space, yet he wanted to be with her. His eyes slid over her form barely concealed within the bubbles yet enticing for what it left unseen. Her silky tresses were splayed out behind her like a veil of gleaming copper.

He knelt beside the tub and gently pressed his lips to hers. May I join you then Love? He slipped his leisure pants off and slid into the water with her. He moved behind her so she could rest against him and relax.Hello my beauty. I missed you, next time I should like to ride with you that silver maned stallion is a magnificent creature. He held her close, resisting temptation for the present time, and slipped his arms around her and began to gently massage her neck and shoulders as she reclined in the warm perfumed water.

His face was a mask of contentment and happiness as he lay there in the softly scented water and worked at Duskarie's tense muscles. He couldn't resist to slip in a kiss and nibble here and there. The scene was erotic and he couldn't help his body reacting to her subtly at first.

Has it been so trying lately My love? I wish I was more help for you with Casey and Tati. Although I love being here with you more than anything. I adore Gabriel too Lover, he's handsome and alluring. Morgan thought about the other male in their Trinity. He blushed as he pondered him joining the bath.

[gabriel]

Gabriel stood with his hands planted on either side of a window looking out over the world outside. The elder was hunched over and his eyes burned as they swept over the land. Air was swallowed and released as a tormented spirit seeking escape. His lips parted and the night's glow caressed his ivory fangs as his heart beat with thirst sated in darkness. Cool air stole the steaming water from his body with only a towel about his waist for 'modesty' in case some servant happened to be foolish enough to just wander in.

The evening hunt had been glorious. Tonight he'd reveled in flying through the woods in hunting his prey over a long distance. Stalking it. Claiming it. It wouldn't remember the slightest of their encounter, having an unfortunate 'accident' causing him to bump his head. The mortal should be grateful; it was there or he would lay dead on the leave carpeted forest floor drained of every drop. Oh how the temptation burned! More, so much more. They said age cooled the blood; perhaps it gave them tolerance and age might dull the novelty, but Gabriel loved hunting his prey every so often. Unleashing the beast inside of him.

His eyes shot to the side suddenly. There were other things he desired in his riled state. Duskarie had eluded him far too long. Perhaps not, but full of blood lust, sexual lust, and adrenaline he simply yearned to touch, feel, and possess her as he had in London.

A low hiss signaled the growing opinion of agreement.

Gabriel swung from the window and managed to throw on a bathrobe before stalking toward the door. It opened quickly, but closed with a controlled arch back into the frame. His gait in public slower, fluid, and refined.

Pausing before his lover's door, the elder cast it aside gently and again shut it in his wake. Glowing, bright green eyes swept over the scene. The bed was ruffled. Something had stirred there. Sweet perfume filled the chamber as the door to the tub had been left ajar. Sounds of water slipping and splashing tickled his ears.

How he loved that creature so innocently bathing in her tub. She toyed with him. Weeks without sexual exploration? Well, it wasn't unheard of, but why should they be chaste? He certainly had no such modest or gentile thoughts this night.

Striding closer, his feet gliding over the carpet silently. Gabriel paused, the scent of those within masked by the oils, but they were hardly quiet. Handsome and alluring was he? The man's lips peeled back to reveal his fangs. Sweet and young Morgan, his beloved's younger mate. How mesmerized would the youth be seeing Gabriel swept up in unbridled passion? He held no qualms about delving the young one's mouth any more than he had Duskarie's if he was so inclined.

Slithering into the bathing room, Gabriel slowly slid this door shut in his wake as well. Whether to keep the lovers in or prying eyes out, the elder looked famished seeing them wrapped up in that warm, scented tub. "My Queen," he breathed. Slowly moving around the tub, Gabriel's eyes drifted toward Morgan as he lay under his Lady massaging her gently. "And Young Love." The little one was trapped and exposed before the elder now. What subtle games would he play, Gabriel wondered, or would he yearn for more open sport?

[within7temptation]

"Dearest, do you forget that I know your every emotion and desire?" Duskarie could feel her tight muscles slowly relaxing beneath the young male's massaging touch. A soft moan escaped her as her head fell forward in seeminly slow motion and her eyes fluttered closed. On that note, the elder could feel her lover's body reacting to her presance and she smiled. He was not alone in his arrousal, for her own pale form was begining to react out of instinct and desire. Perhaps the deprivaty of the more erotic sports had taken their toll upon her after all...

And as for Gabriel, well... Her eyes slid open when she heard her door open and shut, and the door to her bathing chambers had also been shut. "My Lord..." Her smile was seductive as she lifted her hands to summon him closer. "You are to join us, love?" She trully wished that he would. Though, she worried what Morgan's reaction would be to Gabriel's new nickname for him. What had the two males been doing with one another in her absence? Had they grown close? She hoped that they had, though feared that they might prefer the company of one another so much as to not desire her any longer. The thought caused her brilliant eyes to dull slightly, becoming more gray and still have hints of blue.

The queen lowered her hands and pulled away from the younger male. Standing, she ignored all thoughts of modesty as she crossed to the fire place and grabbed the other two gobblets and returned to the warm waters in the tub. She took her time in filling their glasses, and re-filling her own, with the dark crimson wine. Why hurry? After all... They had an eternity.

Her eyes had rgained their bluer nature as she sat between Morgan's legs, reclined on her left hip and curling subtly into his lithe form. "Hm... Both of my lovers and I, alone, in this one, large tub? I do beleave that I like this sudden turn in my night."

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan tried not to move too much her scent and her warmth so near his body was doing delicious things to him and he had yet to Love her in this form. He sensed the change in the air and a wide grin spread across his face, a welcome grin. His already heating body fluidly filled with desire. But his warm thoughts were escalated as his hunch was confirmed and Gabriel materialised as if by command or calling. Morgan had watched him confidently enter the bath and shut the door. He had greeted Duskarie and moved around the tub befoire greeting Morgan. He could not hide his pleasure at his new nickname. He
grinned boldly and coyly at Gabriel.

Would their tensioned teasing culminate in more tonight? His body was more arounsed, and then Duskarie's aura shifted. She became saddened and Morgan wanted to pull her closer, yet he could only watch as she rose magnificently beautiful as the water streamed from her creamy skin. She poured the men both goblets of sweet wine. Morgan smirked, he was already thrumming with excitement and the wine would help him move over any inhibitions he might encounter.

He accepted the goblet and sipped as Duskarie settled once more between his thighs. His body was instantly heated and his reaction was palpable throughout his form. He could not hide the erection that had bloomed from her returned contact as well as herwarm welcome to Gabriel. Yes, Love, the bath is wanting for your presence as am I. His eyes were glowing pearl white, all trace of humanity evacuated as his fangs elongated in his heightened desire and the glow of the sweet wine.

He could not move his eyes as he longed to see the unbridled form of his new lover revealed to his waiting gaze. His heart stilled in his breast as he anticipated the third piece of their whole entering the bath and making his night complete. A blush settled over his cheeks in heated anticipation.

[gabriel]

Gabriel took his Queen's hand and smiled for her. "By your will, my Lady." He might be older, but this castle was Duskarie's and he'd be a fool to think a title would ensure him some measure of dominance and control by itself. True, he would enjoy the authority wielded in a court to ply the world to the benefit of their kind, but such things took time and sacrificing the pleasure shared with such an aspiration creature would be ill spent.

Worry clouded her mind, however, and soon she shied away from the two males. A lidded, but just as radiant, gaze followed the unclothed, wet, hot woman as she made for the wine. A facade he could easily see through. He didn't need to read her thoughts or smell the emotion spinning inside her to know turbulence when he saw it.

He accepted the goblet freely when offered. A smile drew over his lips as the fair, mystical creature submerged beneath the pool surface once more. It was heartening to see the woman's fears did not appear to be ruling her this evening. As he recalled she'd been apprehensive their first time together as well when he fastened her to the ground, draining her of blood, that he might devour her whole. Gabriel didn't blame her, either; after all, they'd barely met before removing all clothes and having sex in the public arena without thought or concern.

As they calmly drank of the wine, the beast inside Gabriel tearing at him from the inside to be freed, the elder vampire watched the two reclining in the tub merrily. One then the other softly invited him to join them. That was far too much for him; silence would have been enough for him to venture the risk.

After setting the goblet aside, the robe dropped from his muscular figure. Immortality had its benefits, such as a lack of scars. So, too, did an embrace at a very early age. The perfect body? Well if you were looking for one without the slightest freckle then no, you might be disappointed. Gabriel remain just a regular Vampire gifted with the dark gift, not a supernatural creature from the Pit come to woo men and women to him at all times. Still, his physique was prime, chest hardened and abs tight. An imposing figure for one that wore a suit as a pampered noble might have.

"I never deprive my Queen of her desires," Gabriel replied softly as he slipped into the water and prostrated himself over Duskarie's body, held up by his hands pressed against the tub's rim. The hunger in his eyes not fading an ounce as his gaze drifted over to meet that of Morgan laying beneath her, "or her chosen." Young? Yes. Male? Yes. Was Gabriel picky? Yes, but not for the attributes listed thus far. Potentially apt to drift away from Duskarie in order to ravage Morgan nightly? Hardly. On the other hand... young ones did tend to enjoy sexual activities on a more constant basis. What naughty thoughts might be shared with that understanding. Still, Duskarie would certainly receive her share of attention and excitement. All she had to do was smile, or look, at him with need or want and she'd have it.

Lowering himself before his Lady, Gabriel leaned in to supply her with a gentle kiss. It killed him not to seize upon her and feel the warmth of her body against him, but tonight was special. Tonight they were going to share with one another. He had to be patient even if it tortured him. Especially if it tortured him. That only made his desire grow with every aching second. Not to mention the firmness of his length roused by both lovers suspended in the water before him anxiously awaiting his arrival.

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[within7temptation]

It was not as though the woman had never seen the older male's form, bared before her so that she may gaze upon him in wonder and in lust. And yet she still found him simply tantalizing and hansome. And to see his body slicked by the scented water... it sent shivers running down her spine to have her two lovers, both noticably aroused, with her; One reclined beneath her and the other hovering above her. She reached up with water-slicked hands as she gazed up into Gabriel's emerald eyes, running her didgets over his cheeks and dowh his neck to rest for a moment upon his chest. And then to glide down his torso as he kissed her tenderly, her hands eventually dissappeared into the sudsy water to glide over his length and manipulate him.

Her smile was one that was filled with lust and showing her glistening fangs as she pulled away slowly and turned slightly to press her lips to the hollow of Morgan's left shoulder. What adventures would this loving trio have on this night? Would they explore their private world of hunger and passion and lust and love until the birthing of the following evening? She lifted her head and grinned as she ducked under Gabriel's arm and slid out from between her two beloved males to the other side of the tub. The soaked female chuckled softly as she took a bottle of conditioner from the nook in the wall where she kept all of her bathing supplies. As always, Lavender and Lilac scented Suave. Such luxuriouse baths had one dissadvantage; they left one's hair feeling soapy and matted and tangled. So she leaned back to submerge herself in the water, leaving only her face exposed as she worked the conditioner into her long treses and then rinsed it all out.

The water left her feeling chilled when she sat up and moved to take the plug out of the tub's drain. The towl she used on her drenched hair was black with dark purple flowers, soft and absorbant. But she had always enjoyed the feel of her soft skin being dried by the air. "Loves? Shall we?" She had made her way around to the three clusters of candles in the room and the hearth, putting each of them out as she became more heated by the moment. Such beautiful fantacies swireled within her imaginative mind as she stood at the door with her hand on the handle and looking at the two men. They would surely look beautiful together, wrether she were standing with them or not. Duskarie grinned softly as she opened the door and made her way to the bed. Every window in her room was shut and covered by this thin chiffon curtains, which were, in turn, covered by the thicker velvet curtains. She pulled back the plushed comforter and silken sheet of her bed, pushing them over the foot of the bed, and reclined amongst the soft and lavish pillows. If she were correct, there would be little need of any covers on this night... If any need at all.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was...amused, yes that was the exact emotion, amused by the antics of his lover. His mind was full of the image of Gabriel as he revealed himself fully and with no reservation. He was more masculine, defined, than Morgan was and he was very nice to look at. Morgan watched as he slipped into the water and lay over Duskarie, trying valiantly to keep his eyes on his broad chest and face and nowhere else. Duskarie was a rare treat for Morgan, and to have another male in the room was dire temptation for him. He savored the wine of both sexes, but he had always found more pleasure in men than women. Duskarie was the exception to every rule in his world.

Morgan allowed his eyes to lap up the vision in front of him, true to his testosterone filled body he enjoyed the watching of lovemaking. And this was a scene to behold. Through the mass of bubbles he could see Duskarie's hands moving over Gabriel's prostate form. His eyes were riveted as he watched her caress and touch the other man's body. His own hands drifted in the water and ghosted over Duskarie's shoulders as he watched. He felt the tension when she reached his erection and his own hot need grew tenfold. He barely controlled the moan of desire that wanted to pass his slightly parted lips. Instead he ran his tongue tentatively over his bottom lip before taking the flesh between his teeth. His fangs punctured the thin skin and a drop of blood slipped down to his chin unnoticed.

Duskarie moved in the water brushing his own erection in the process and he hissed under his breath. Her fangs caressed his shoulder as she gently kissed him and then she was gone. Instantly Morgan's face shifted into a pouting frown. He dipped his head as his eyes grew a thin veil of blue over the icy white. He was aroused and he was now saddened by the loss of Duskarie's body from against his. his gaze followed her as she shifted to wash her hair and the fresh scent of lavender floated stronger in his nose. He smirked to recover his composure and gazed at Gabriel as Duskarie slipped beneath the water.

His words failed him and he was only able to smile demurely at the other male who had to be as perplexed by her behavior as he was. And then she slipped completely out of the water and his eyes followed her grace and beauty until her form disappeared beneath the thick towel she was using to dry her hair. He listened to the sound of the water draining and he resumed the pouting frown as she bid them join her in the other room. He watcehd as she extinguished the scented candles and his eyes noted the way the flames danced on the beads of water still clinging to her flesh as she exited the room.

He had yet to move and debated momentarily to disentangle his legs from where they had met Gabriel's body or allow him to leave first. His expression moved from frowning to more pouting, Gabriel had only just got there, as had he. He looked through his lashes at the other man. And then his face broke into an inviting grin and he leaned forward to test this theory of their mutual attraction. He was laying there naked to the world and absolutely uncaring. He raised one hand to touch Gabriel's chest and traced his solarplexus and up to his neck and leaned closer to the other.

His lips ghosted against Gabriel's neck as his hand lead the way. Then he leaned back wanting to taste Gabriel's lips and fearing leaving his Queen waiting in the other room. eventually arousal won out and he pressed his lips against Gabriel's and then pulled his body up and stepped out of the tub. He was thinner than the other man yet his body was all muscle and flesh. He stood his full 6'2" before moving fluidly through the door to Duskarie's room.

He gazed upon her form as it lay there on the pillows like a Goddess. His hesitation was instantly gone and the decisive and sure Morgan approached the bed full of confidence and desire for both of their touches and love on this night. Hello my love, sorry to keep you waiting. He murmured as he slid next to her on the right and leaned in to kiss her shoulder, neck, lips. His damp skin was already drying in the cool air of the room and the heat of his want and need. His hair hung loose around his face straight and falling into his eyes as he gazed at her, tendrils curling around his neck and down his back.

((Sorry Gabriel, but I just couldn't resist to take such a fortuitous opportunity to play a little while we were alone, I apologize if you might have acted differently had you posted first... ))

[gabriel]

Gabriel's lips fell open as his fangs hungered for Duskarie. Her fingers sliding over his flesh and then wrapping about him member stoked the primal fire inside of him. Having already worked himself up with the hunt now she threatened to have her lover take her then and there. The parting was, then, protested with a snarl; the man turning in the tub part way around, muscles tensing as he prepared to spring from where he stood and pierce the fragile, beautiful, delicious flesh of her neck.

Ragged breath was all that gave his pose life as he remain transfixed in the water watching the woman wash her hair. He feared if he moved it would only to be to drag her under before she was ready. That part of him didn't care if she was ready, it knew she wanted him and there was no question he wanted her. This was how he remain so calm and composed at times, unleashing all the pent up energy into sating and being sated.

"Yes," Gabriel hissed before he grinned at the seductress' invitation.

Movement drew his burning, emerald eyes back toward Morgan. The young one arched up from where he'd lain and looked to Gabriel with hunger of his own. The elder found himself entranced by the sinful smile on those lips eager to explore what promises one or the other male had given. A slow song of desire as the younger man's fingers slowly, gently swept over him as Duskarie's had.

A low growl built in him when their lips touched. Gabriel pressed himself into the kiss and lapped at the others lips lightly with the tip of his tongue.

Then he slipped away. A soft hiss followed in Morgan's wake. The creature slithered from the tub after his multiplying prey. He would take both of them. They were his.

Standing in the doorway to the bathroom, the elder stood watching as the younger slid up against his beloved Queen. The scents of Duskarie's bath still filled his nostrils, but his body only remembered their touch.

Crossing over with an easy gate, the man slowly joined them, but on his Lady's other side so that she lay between her lovers. Taking up her left, Gabriel's bright, green eyes stared at the young one as his lips pressed upon her flesh. It was hard not to push the man aside, but instead waited and then joined in with his own lips exploring over the contours of the Queen's figure. A flick of his tongue at the peak of her breast teased the sensual creature as he aspired toward the end of his arduous and painful wait. He'd been ready to take her in the tub; how many more games would she play with him already nearly insane with desire?

[within7temptation]

The firm press of her young beloved male's lips taking their given oppertunity upon her own soft, rose petal lips caused her to smile so softly. Her lips parted ever so slightly and her slender tounge snaked out to lap at Morgan's, teasing and tempting as her dainty fingers slid over the young male's chest and abdomen, and then up to run through his damp hair. She was so tempted to wrap her arms about his slender and well muscled torso so that she could pull him closer... If not on top of her. Her eyes slid open slightly as she head Gabriel's confident foot-falls entering from the bathing suites. He was spectacular in his natural state. And to feel his tongue teasing at the slick flesh of her brest, and at the peak.

A soft moan escaped her as she turned her body only a few degrees in order to press herself into Gabriel's muscular form. Her left hand found his, even as she continued to kiss her dear Morgan, and she proceeded with guiding his hand to the slickened spot between her thighs. There was an instant when the woman felt so torn... Both of her lovers wanted her, badly, and as soon as possible. She knew it, for she desired the both of them as well. But there was only one of her. She could not please them both with her body, not at the same time. So who would be first? Duskarie pondered this as she pulled away from the younger's lips and teased at the flesh of his chest with her sharp fangs. Her small hand abandoned her older lover's in order to caress the sensitive length of the younger's as she smiled slyly. Yes... They both needed her, just as she needed them. Both of them. They would have to compete for the use of her slender body.

[gabriel]

Gabriel grinned before his mistress before pressing the tip of his fang against the hardened nub. A gentle tug at the plump sensory organ followed. Such play was paused in mid stroke when Duskarie reached out to guide his fingers to her hot, moistened sex. The fang slipped from the nipple, only to be replaced with his lips sucking at the breast with earnest. His right hand slid up her side and around the back of her neck, playing with the copper strands heavy with dew. His Lady desired to be pleased even as she found her administrations with young Love.

Sliding his finger over her hood, Gabriel's emerald eyes burned with the sight of Morgan receiving Duskarie's attention. What thoughts were there about not having enough to share? There were more than enough games to sate their hunger in his mind; though he did have to admit feeling a little possessive in wanting to claim his Queen in her own bed. At his height of primal desire such domination was absolutely delicious.

His tongue circled about her peak as his fingers pace slowly increased and grew ever further between his Lady's legs. Now poor Morgan was caught between two older, experienced Lovers with promise of so much sexual release; Duskarie's fears would no doubt pale in comparison to such a young male confronted with two very exquisite choices... or would he have the ability and the stamina to savor both in one night? Or would they last through the day? Gabriel certainly wouldn't be satisfied until all lovers drowned in pleasure.

Casting his eyes upward and over toward Morgan, Gabriel growled as he slid up along Duskarie's side, pressing himself against her leg. It would only be polite, and fair, they indulge Duskarie in their play first; then they could explore one another. Perhaps they could even entertain the angelic Vampiress with their professed love for one another. How many times had she the privilege of two lovers bound to her and each other? It was certainly an eternity of promise that could hardly be ignored.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan relished the taste of Duskarie as she parted her lips to allow him deeper access. He felt the shift in her from wanting him then and there to wanting them both. He made a mewling sound in the back of his throat as he felt her body shift and the substance of the other male entered the bed. She was pleased, and so was he. He was twenty one and at the peak of his life, he had enough stamina for whatever this night would hold and he was anxious to delve into these new waters. His first time. He was almost as a virgin again, as each sensation exploded in his mind and over his body in ways different from ever before.

He looked at Duskarie, and cast a glance at Gabriel his vision clouded by desire for them both. Her playful bite on his pectoral muscle made him grin and his own fangs were already unsheathed and glinted in the light. He leaned forward to taste her blood again, just a nip in the hollow between shoulder and neck where he sucked gently yet firmly before laving with his tongue. He remembered the taste of her blood from his transformation, yet it was different this time. There were undertones not there before and he wanted to bite Gabriel and see if that was the difference he tasted.

To Morgan's young palate blood was like fine wine, and he enjoyed the taste of it completely. Each person he fed from had a different boquet, and yet he would bet he would know them by scent and taste if ever he chanced upon them again. Her taste had been; deep and yet light and... he was not good at describing it, he realized as he failed to do so to himself. He pouted slightly at his failure before turning his gaze at Gabriel's ministrations between her legs. His face was flush with desire and his eyes caught Gabriel's face and he pondered the dark desirous intent. He grinned back darkly licking his lips playfully as he had once before teasing the elder male. He was sure to learn a few tricks tonight, and he was prepared to be a ready pupil and test subject to see where this lovemaking trinity would lead him.

He hesitated... and decided. Duskarie first, always, but later...later he planned to have his fill of Gabriel. Or more likely be beneath the elder, this time at least. A wry smirk turned up the corner of his lips as he gazed at Gabriel's body and anticipated the later events. He returned his attention to his lady, their lady in reality, yet he had to think of her as his as pride required. Gabriel was giving off a curious playful sort of vibe and Morgan bit his lip as he tried to understand it, a light trail of blood blossomed from the puncture inevitably made on his bottom lip.