Warning: Rape, blood, bondage, and kink readers be warned. This a Delena story. Really graphic M material... Last chance to go... You asked for it *smirk* Damon never met Elena and never saw his baby bro. he just came to find Katherine and get her out of the tomb. BUT she wasnt there so now he's gone crazy. I wouldn't have Damon any other way... well except naked x) This is my 1st time making smut so... be gentle. And plz. review negative and positive comments are welcomed! ENJOY
Katherine that bitch. I loved her and she used me! Damon thought to himself. He told himself that night love was just a trick of the mind that there was no such thing. The only things that truly matter was fucking and feeding now. Shutting off his emotions all he could feel was the need to kill. And plus he was ravenous and numb not exactly a good combination. But at the time all he care about was finding a new toy. Time to play.
Please! No—Don't! It hurts!" the young blonde virgin begged to him through tears.
Damon she trusted easily. Big mistake on her part. Plus he'd preferred virgins, they were always so tight. He compelled her to go home with him and he stopped it since he wanted to hear her scream.
"Sssh. You know you want this" he quipped in a cruel voice the girl couldn't help but find alluring.
As if on cue she began to get wet Damon smiled at this, but smile is too light of a term he wore a malice edged sneer. Her whimpers turned to those of passion and he sliced into her faster. Damon had her pinned on the floor hands at her wrists holding her down as he slammed into her cervix. Tears were welling up in her eyes from the emotional trauma and the physical satisfaction. He wanted to "torture" her some more so he moved his mouth to her breast and took it into his mouth. Earning a sharp intake of breath from her. Damon wanted to see her pain and her hate it got him hot. All he wanted was to cure the insatiable lust he was filled with.
"Open your eyes!" he demanded in sudden rage.
"No" she defied shaking her head her voice wavering. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Her body reveled in bliss but her mind was disgusted. She knew this was wrong but she couldn't help it.
"Open" thrust "your" thrust "eyes!" he rammed into her as if possible harder after each word. He didnt even need compulsion and her eys snapped open they were a deep green, racked with emotion. The look in her eyes was exactly what he'd expected. A burning hate and anger. The look in his eyes turned him on even more and he fucked her faster. She thrashed underneath him in response. Her wet walls were contracting around his stiff manhood at a faster pace. She was so close to coming and with that knowledge he lifted her leg slamming into her g-spot. Her hips moved with his.
"Damon!" she screamed arching her back in rapture. She came hard all over him. He climaxed soon afterward and let out a deep sigh slipping out of her. She whined at the loss of contact but complied.
The girl Carol? Caroline? Damon didn't even remember, was wailing loudly her sobs sent violent tremors through her. Her legs felt heavy and her core hurt like hell. All she wanted to do was crawl up into a ball and fall asleep. And hope to never wake up she was sick with herself. She'd never felt so degraded in her life. Good. That's what he wanted. He wanted her to feel what he felt before he became this monster.
"Your okay" Damon cooed to her as if he just hadn't done what he did. He pulled her back on to his lap. And the girl didn't hesitate. She cryed against his shoulder and he placed his hand behind her head to quiet her. He pulled back and stared into her face and gave her a light kiss. She was suprised at this kind gesture. A sickeningly sweet smile was placed on his gorgeous face.
"It's been fun" he told her calmly before sinking his teeth into her neck. The last thing he saw in her eyes were confusion and hate before they rolled into the back of her head. Her blood poured into his mouth enveloping him in it's hot embrace. He savored it till the last drop and tore his mouth away from the dead girls throat. That life draining out of his prey was so captivating to him and he wanted more. He needed to feed this eternal thirst. But first he'd need to "clean up" for his next meal.
Damon stared at his reflection in the mirror fangs elongated, dark veins running across his face, blood ringed around his perfect lips, chest bare and his body glowed eerily. He was a monster a cruel cold evil being that craved death. He smiled at himself in a wicked fashion as he licked the rest of the blood away. Damon had two options; one fall into a drunken stuppor and fall asleep. Or two go again, find a girl fuck her senseless than drain her dry. The thought of option two made him grow hard in his pants again. Number two sounded a hell of alot more entertaining everytime he'd thought about it. Aah but the night is young and so am I for the past 156 years. He was out on the streets before the thought was even fully formed. Stalking for his next victim.
"Round two" he smirked devilishly.