Music by the sea - The House that Sin Built

He moaned hungrily. Blind fingers following suit and undoing Marcus' belt and slacks as his line of kissing and nibbling marched down Amunet's collar and ended at the tip of her breast as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, tugging and nibbling the nub gently.

Her head fell back with a quiet moan. She still wasn't sure she wanted to actually stay, though. She felt a bit like an intruder, though she couldn't quite stop her back from arching into the hand of Marcus and the mouth of Luke. Her hand moved over Marcus's hip, to help slide the material down over his hips once Luke's fingers made short work of the buttons and clasps that held the offending material to the musician's body.

One of Marcus' hand slides further into Luke's pants, wrapping around his manhood, while his other trails languidly down Amunet's stomach and over her hip before sliding back and encircles her waist. His arm tightens a bit, then pulls her closer to the toreador man, sandwiching him between the two. If he sensed she might leave, it was clear that this would be his response to either of them going at the moment.

His thumb runs over the tip of Luke's in slow, exploratory circles while his fangs continue teasing out small shots of pleasure. For everything else the young nos was, there was no denying that he had a certain instinctive understanding of his fangs, and the pleasure they could give.

Luke moaned softly around a mouthful of Amunets breast. His tongue swirling and caressing her nipple. His right hand slid down her body and began to gather up her skirt seeking the smooth skin beneath.

He began to swell in Marcus' hand, expanding in the musicians grasp as he reached as his left hand continued to grip Marcus' side his fingers clawing into the mans now bare thigh.

One of her hands slipped into Luke's hair, lightly tugging at him as his mouth teased and tormented her breast. Her other hand ran along Marcus' hip, her eyes coming open so she could keep an eye on the shy musician. She wanted to make sure of his comfort. Her own was obvious, in the way her mouth parted slightly, letting Luke hear her low, soft moan of pleasure. She shivered, letting him feel that as well. Testaments to her pleasure, though she was still very conscious of the other two around her.

kneeling, Marcus' pants fall down to his knees in the soft sand, presenting his own rapidly growing manhood. That he was excited was readily apparent, but he seems to slow down a bit, unsure where else to go from here. In a sudden flash, he draws his hand out from Luke's slacks, opening them fully as he does so and pulls back on Luke gently, craddling the toreador while his manhood emerges, displaying itself before Amunet. He captures Amunet's eyes, flicking them downward in a clear invitation before leaning in to kiss Luke sensually.

It was hard to make him more pliable then he was at that moment and he was more then happy to lean back into Marcus. Resting his back against the other mans chest as he pulled his sex free and presented it to Amunet. What a thoughtful soul, thinking of Lukes pleasure first. He made a note to be very kind to the man soon, all be it after Amunet hopefully took the invitation Marcus had extended her.

She barely seemed to notice the look from Marcus. But she must have seen it, since she moved fluidly. Almost languidly, her eyes flashing when she watched Marcus start to kiss Luke. Her hands moved and shifted, enough to slide over the ribs and hips of the Toreador. With an almost excruciating slow pace, her mouth started to trail soft little kisses down Luke's chest, punctuating with gentle, sharp little bites, as she moved ever-downward. She would take Marcus' invitation eventually. For the moment, she was content to taste and nibble at the Toreador, letting him feel the warm tip of her tongue along his chest, flicking her tongue lightly over first one nipple and then the other, making her way down.

Marcus caresses Luke's cheek, deepening the kiss a degree as Amunet continues her way down his chest. There seems to be nothing hurried about the encounter, and Marcus was never one to rush something that he knew instinctively should be slow and sensual. His free hand reaches out, running through Amunet's lustrous hair, content to feel the way her body moved as it made it's steady trek southward along the man. His tongue entwines around Luke's with an almost serpentine grace as it explores each and every inch of the toreador's mouth in a methodical exploration. Yes, the toreador was right. He was indeed the center of attention.

Lukes fingers brushed his as he also began to lightly stroke the beautiful woman's hair in appreciation of her efforts. He leaned further back, pressing into Marcus and baring more of himself to Amunets warm lips and tongue. His own tongue continued to chase and stroke Marcus' in their deep and lingering kiss as he sighed contently into the mans mouth.

Her kisses didn't pause. She made her way down the Toreador's body, finally giving him the first brushes of her tongue against what was so sweetly offered to her. With gentle movements, he was given first the light brushing of her tongue against him, before she took him in her mouth. And then down her throat, in one fluid thrust of her head, burying her nose against his abdomen. Kindred didn't need to breathe and she used that fact to her advantage.

Almost akin to a syncronized dance with Amunet, Marcus' fangs extend just a touch, dragging itself sensually along Luke's tongue before sinking into the soft flesh at the tip as Amunet hilts Luke within her throat. His hand leaves her hair and trails upward along his taut stomach, fingernails leaving thin red streaks in their flesh. Marcus might have been a scratcher, but it was too soon to tell. His upward journey brings his hand to Luke's nipple, rolling the nub between his index and forefinger as Amunet continues servicing the decadant toreador.

tonight was a very very good night to be Luke. He moaned as he shifted moving his hips in time with the motions of Amunet's wonderful mouth. He continued tangling his fingers in her hair as her lips moved slide along his manhood. His opposite hand wrapped behind Marcus neck holding him to him as the mans fangs sank into him and he shuddered in his delight.

She knew what she was doing. That much was immediately apparent, by the way she moved. Not too much pressure, not moving too quickly at the moment. Taking him deep within her throat so that she could let the pleasure build slowly, let the pressure happen bit by bit, rather than an explosion of sensation. She groaned around Luke in her throat; obviously enjoying the feel and the taste of the Toreador as she glanced up, at Marcus, so that she could see the two men enjoying their kiss as she continued her own little play.