I have returned! As I promised, I will be updating this chapter early, for I am as eager as y'all may be . . . and I could not help myself. I know that the story is short, but I felt the need to do this.

I can't believe I am writing this in school . . . T_T. Haha. Some seriously boring as all get out lectures today, so let's just pray that they stay long and boring. But I find it necessary to put this warning in bold, and these author's notes are irritating, so bear with me.

***This story is intended for mature readers only. There will be some very adult content within this chapter. There will be no further plot development within this chapter out of consideration for those readers who do not wish to read this content can keep up with the rest of us. I will not hold it against y'all that choose not to read this chapter. However, for those of you that DO decide to read . . . enjoy. ;) ***

As always, the sole proprietors are Alan Ball and Mark Hudis, as far as I am concerned. I do not own them, but Godric and Eric own me. ;)

I felt Godric's hand begin to ghost up my thigh as he nipped at my ear. I felt his cool tongue move along the shell of my ear, the pressure light as a feather. My body seemed to stay in the same position against my wishes, frozen at the base of the exceptionally large coffin. My breathing became labored at the new feelings that cascaded over my body.

I felt Godric's mouth pull away for a second before I heard Godric say something in a foreign language. In a second the coffin was opened by a very tall figure. I locked eyes and saw that it was Eric standing, his muscles flexed as if he was having trouble controlling himself; judging by the noticeable strain within his eyes and physical strain within the confines of his leather pants. I could see the lust swirling within in his eyes, and I could see the same heated emotion within Godric's as well when I glanced back at him.

It's time.

I don't want to . . .

Yes, you do. You are just afraid of the pain.

I know, but -

No "but"s. We have bonded with these two. There is no doubt in at least my part of this mind that we will all remain until the end. Get over it. Did we have this conflict with Bill?

God, no. We both agreed that we did not feel the time was right. We made a good decision.

And now we are making another one. Take Eric's and Godric's hands.

Their hands . . ?

I looked to my right, and sure enough Eric's hand was extended toward me. Godric stood beside him, his hand extended with an interesting, yet unreadable expression on his face. It was time, all right . . .

I took their hands and they helped me with ease out of the coffin The only light within the room came from the top floor where Fangtasia was in full swing for the moonlight hours. I glanced around the basement, (better described as a dungeon) trying to figure out where the two man-pires were leading me. I could not, at the moment, remember a time when I had been down in the basement and I was sort of happy that I hadn't. It was creepy, but my mind was on other things at the time.

I was led to a room that was dark, excluding the beauty of the moonlight cascading through the open steel gate over a singular window. It illuminated the room enough to see that the massive bed in the center of the floor was exquisite, to put it mildly. Naturally, the spread was scarlet and golden. After all, it was Eric Northman's. I smiled inwardly at the thought.

"Sookie," I heard Eric say as we entered the room. As I started to look at him, he began, "We need to know that you are ready for this."

This compassion and sentiment in his voice was something that was still foreign to me. After all, before we were in any sort of a relationship, just about everything he said to me had some sort of sexual innuendo in the end or middle . . . or whenever he felt like it. But this time, it was different. He was being considerate of the way I felt. He and Godric both could, no doubt, feel the fear that I felt though our bond. But I had to grow up. I would be even more scared if I was to lose my virginity to anyone else.

"I am," I whispered.

"That did not sound very confident, sweetheart," he replied. I felt one of his cool fingers lift my chin so he could meet my gaze. Never before had that seemed so far up.

"I am ready, Eric. I promise," I insisted. I felt Godric move to the back of my neck upon my final word and his lips were leaving a burning trail along my neck. Eric's lips had claimed mine in a passionate duel. Of course he won, but I had very little experience with anything of this nature. Next time, he would not be so lucky.

I felt Godric's fangs drag across the nape of my neck and my body shivered at the touch, causing an unintentional moan from me , which made Eric moan. Without grace, my blouse was torn and removed from my body. I removed my lips for a second to see what the damage was, but I found myself being lifted and lowered to the bed by Godric.

I closed my eyes for the briefest of moments to catch my breath and when I opened them once more I saw that Eric and Godric were in a passionate duel with their mouths as well. Godric's hand had locked into Eric's messy golden hair and Eric's arms had enclosed around Godric, holding his maker to his body. Eric removed Godric's thick pants with a speed that I could not follow before they were locked together once more.

They pulled away and Godric let out a small, throaty chuckle.

"It seems we have for gotten about our faerie," he whispered, looking to me. I was still breathing quite heavily after what I had just witnessed. A fire had started within my center and it was beginning to spread over my body, the heat as if it could not be sated.

"I believe you are correct," Eric said with his signature devilish grin on his face. He removed his own clothing quickly before he was beside me on the bed. He lowered a fang to to the center of my bra and with a quick movement, the razor-sharp fang had cut the bra from my body.

"Eric!" I moaned loudly, but then I covered my mouth in embarrassment.

Eric chuckled deeply, as did Godric. The expression on his face made him look older than he had been when he was turned. The tip of his fang stuck out of his top lip slightly and was over his bottom lip before he smiled a toothy grin.

Eric said something to Godric in a foreign language, almost as if he was asking something. Godric responded to him with an almost evil grin taking over his features. I was seeing sides of these two I had never seen before. Eric's compassion (like Godric), and Godric's true power in being the "top dog" between the two. He stood back, leaning casually against the wall with his eyes on me and Eric.

"Sookie, I am going to need you to relax as much as you can, okay?" Eric said in my ear. How could I say no to that voice. My body went as lax as I could physically make it. Eric stood at the edge of the bed for a moment and I felt him hook his fingers into the sides of my lace panties. He pulled them down in an agonizingly slow fashion.

He crawled back on top of me, his body like a predator examining its prey. He stopped midway up my body and placed his lips on my inner thigh, trailing kisses up the sensitive flesh. I felt him nip at the area dangerously close to my aching center before I felt his breath upon the source of the fire burning within my body. His breath was cool and almost soothing to the blaze as I felt it on every inch of my sex. Yes, I was a virgin, but I still shaved because of the inconvenience with my, ehem, preferred type of panties.

"Eric what are you-" I began, but I felt his mouth on my sex in an instant. I let out a gasp as my back arched. His his tongue lapped at my clit and I went to let out a scream when my mouth was captured by Godric's. One of my hands held Godric to me while the other one locked in Eric's soft hair as his ministrations continued. I felt his tongue enter me and I fought a losing battle to hold my body to the bed and keep myself silent. Neither one was successful. My hand left Godric's hair and before I knew what I was doing, my fingers had enclosed around his prominent manhood and began to stroke it.

"Sookie," Godric moaned as he moved his head away from mine. His eyes had closed and I could see his fangs; he was enjoying himself as much as I was.

I felt Eric's tongue leave my entrance and suddenly he was up by me again. His lips claimed me and I could taste myself on his mouth and tongue. It was truly a different taste than anything I had ever experienced before in my life.

"Sookie, are you sure about this?" Eric asked one final time as I felt the head of his manhood align with my sex. I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

"I am, Eric." And with that, his head pushed into me slowly until I felt a pressure within my core. With one swift motion, his entire shaft was within me and I let out a small yipe in an attempt to silence the full-on scream that I was going to release form the amount of pain I felt.

"Are you okay?" Godric and Eric asked in unison. My hand had momentarily stopped moving around Godric's shaft but I started again.

"Don't stop," I whispered through the pain. Eric pulled back and he was still, allowing my body to adjust to his girth over time. When the pain subsided enough, I nearly begged, "Don't stop."

He pulled out a bit and the friction created more pleasure than pain. He moved with the same rhythm my hand over Godric's shaft did, slow and unsure. Suddenly, Eric pulled out completely and sat back on, straddling my knees. I let out a small whine; I was starting to feel good.

I looked over at Godric when I felt him pull out of my grasp. In an instant, his length was between my legs, lining up with my center. Slowly, he slides in. My back arches into him and we moan in unison, the friction pleasurable for the both of us. He picks up a steady rhythm, as Eric had done only moments before. When Eric's weight left the bed, I looked and saw he had moved to my after wiping his fluid-sheathed length off on a random towel. I felt his tongue lick my neck where I presumed he could see the throbbing artery. I reached one hand down and, as I had done with Godric, I gripped Eric's member. He moaned and pushed his length into my hand almost as if it was out of instinct. After all, he was a thousand years (plus) old. I would not doubt that it became an instinct over time.

A hard thrust on Godric's part made my knees fly back into my chest and I moaned, suddenly embarrassed at the volume said moan had been. A chuckle came from Godric, vibrating through his fit and muscular body into my lean one. His pace had picked up slightly. It had become difficult to focus on Eric at the moment, because I could feel something within my body I had never felt before. It was like my muscles were coiling, getting ready to snap at any second. My breathing stopped; I could not find the air as I felt a throbbing from Eric's member in my hand, a throbbing withing my core, and my own climax. It was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced in my life.

I rode out the high, as did Eric and Godric (or so it seemed.) My body was exhausted, though I had no idea why. Godric and Eric had done all of the work. I just took most of the pleasure.

Godric collapsed beside me, his breathing still even.

"That was quick for you Eric," Godric chuckled.

"What can you expect? It has been a while, if you hadn't noticed," he replied with an innocent smile. He stood and grabbed the towel. He tossed it to me and I wiped what was left of Eric off of my hand. Godric took the towel from me after that and wiped himself off. Eric had already climbed back on the bed after making sure the door was locked. He climbed into the bed on my other side and looked at me.

"I love you two," I said honestly.

"We love you, too," replied the pair in unison. And after that, my world went dark.

Well, there you have it, guys. No major plot development, but a nice, steamy lemon. I promised I would update this quick and I came through. Until next time, my lovelies.

Wolfe