Divine Intervention
Author's note: This began as a one-shot for Angelikah for the Klaroline Valentine's Gift Exchange. I now plan to create several chapters for this narrative. It takes place in an alternate universe in which Klaus seeks out assistance from an unlikely source after Katerina has become a vampire and foiled his attempt at breaking his curse.
Warning: Smut. And lots of it. When Angelikah asked for smut, it was a bit intimidating considering how much I admire her own saucy writing. I hope that I've delivered a worthy gift. Happy reading!
"Beware of sleep on a witch's bosom,
Nor let her limbs ensnare thee.
Such is her might that thou hast no mind."
— Poetic Edda
The sacred oak tree hid many secrets from this world, but Klaus vowed to expose them all if it failed to deliver what he desired. The insufferable doppelganger Katerina had foiled his attempt to break his hybrid curse by turning herself into a vampire, thus rendering her precious blood useless. However, just because her blood was worthless did not mean it held no value to him — he would have his vengeance by slowly bleeding her dry before ripping out her cold heart. In fact, he had just returned from slaughtering her family, a dark message he delivered most enthusiastically.
He held aloft the large copper bowl filled with the blood of a young bull he had sacrificed. His steel gray eyes monitored the sacred tree branches closely, taking in every leaf twitch in the night breeze. Satisfied, he set the blood at the base of the tree and removed a silver coin from a cracked leather pouch. He traced the blunt edges carved into its surface before bringing it to his red lips to reverently kiss the runes inscribed upon it. He threw the coin into the sacrificial bowl and then pulled out the iron arm-ring from the pouch.
Clutching it tightly in his fist he called out, "Before the sacred oak, sown within the valley of my ancestors, I summon Hel, Goddess of the Dead, Queen of the Underworld and Land of Mist. Upon my immortal body I swear an oath to you, upon this night and forevermore."
After Klaus' oath had been uttered, the entire tree shivered as though awakening from a deep slumber and suddenly a beautiful blonde maiden appeared before him. The sapphire blue wool of her simple shift matched her imperious gaze. Her ethereal radiance stunned him, transforming the cocksure, centuries-old vampire into an uncertain, almost bashful man. "Hel," he whispered hesitantly, bowing his head.
Her delicate, shell-pink lips twisted into a playful smirk. "Odin is a leprous old goat who thrust that wretched namesake upon me. You may call me 'Caroline'." She cocked her head, studying his confused expression. Chuckling, she added, "It seems you were expecting a hideous hag with gangrenous limbs." At Klaus' small nod she scoffed, "More filthy lies from Odin's venomous tongue." She reached forward and grasped his chin, his stubble pleasantly scratching her smooth ivory skin. As she held his fiery stare, she proclaimed, "I appear as I choose. Why have you summoned me, Niklaus?"
Klaus regained his bearings, jerking his chin from her powerful hold. He straightened his spine, standing tall before her, refusing to be intimidated by her power or incredible beauty. "I require the location of the traitorous doppelganger Katerina."
Her blue eyes twinkled in amusement. "You seek the location of an impudent child who thwarted your attempt to break a curse. For this simple knowledge, you have bound yourself to me, body and soul?"
"Yes."
"Very well." Caroline caressed his handsome face, outlining his strong jaw with a single sharp nail. "I shall take my tribute and then deliver unto you the knowledge you seek." The tip of her red tongue darted out, slowly licking her lips as she gazed upon him. "Does your immortal body crave mine, Niklaus? I must confess it has been ages since I have been drawn to one such as you."
Klaus smirked down at her and cockily replied, "Caroline, love, there are no others like me." He leaned forward and grasped her lovely face with both hands, forcefully kissing her until they pulled apart, gasping.
"I am drawn to the fire within you, your anger," she panted, lunging forward to rip off his tunic and mold the smooth curves of his muscles with her hands. As she turned away from him to fetch the copper bowl beside the sacred oak tree, Klaus eagerly tugged at the leather fastenings of his trousers. He stepped free of them, his nude form almost glowing in the pale moonlight.
Caroline arched a brow at the magnificent flesh he exposed and beckoned him toward her. "You have heard the legends of me, Niklaus? That I am a terrifying beast that devours my tributes?" She slowly poured out the bull's blood onto his sculpted chest and back, allowing the rich, warm blood to drip down his flesh in a strangely enticing manner. "You'll find that being devoured by me can be exceedingly pleasant," she added with a seductive smile.
Klaus's steel gray eyes lit up in delight as the goddess stood before him. He toyed with her long, golden curls and growled, "Permit me to feed you, my goddess."
She seductively unbuttoned the clasp of her keyhole neckline, allowing the blue fabric to fall down her shoulders, exposing the tops of her creamy breasts. She bent her head, sliding her long tongue across his chest as she cut a wide swath through the rivulets of blood. She took her time, kneading his firm flesh, delighting in the muscles that seemed to tremble under her talented fingers.
Caroline slowly sank to her knees, firmly wrapping her hands around his erect member, the smooth skin twitching at her cool touch. He barely stifled a groan as she licked a delicious trail across his length, making his cock dance before her pouting, rosy lips. Seemingly unable to delay her desire a moment longer, she swallowed him inch by delightful inch, her penetrating gaze catching his as he let out an involuntary gasp.
She moved her lips back and forth, establishing a sinful rhythm that Klaus' hips helplessly followed as he flexed and thrust in patterns that became more forceful as he caught her small moans of delight. One of her hands slid confidently up his blood-splattered thigh, pausing to squeeze the strong flesh working so diligently to draw pleasure, before stopping to boldly cup his delicate sac in her palm.
Noting her interest, Klaus rasped, "Do you like them, sweetheart? You rub them between your fingertips like precious treasure. Tell me, do you desire to inspect them further?" Continuing to cradle the sensitive skin, she allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth, piercing him with a blue stare that silently commanded him to voice his needs. He sank his fingers into her golden strands and stared down at her lustfully. "I yearn to rub your beautiful face against my pouch and prick, marking you with my juices."
"Mark me, Niklaus," she seductively cooed, pressing her flushed cheek against his engorged flesh. She rolled his impressive girth across her soft skin, teasing him with light kisses as his tip grazed her luscious lips. He could feel the tension coiling within his belly, aching for release. He grit his teeth, determined to delay his gratification a bit more, but his tenuous hold was gloriously abandoned when she pushed her exquisite face against his tightening sac, trailing it across her cheeks and chin.
Caroline's mischievous act triggered his release, and she moved swiftly to capture his cock's every spasm. He groaned at her eager swallows, hoarsely encouraging, "That's it, love. Savor my salt upon your tongue."
As she cleaned every drop that clung to her sweet lips, she rose before him, lightly tracing his soaked member as it stirred once more at the mere hint of her affections. "I crave you still, vampire," she purred, turning her back to him as she rested her palms against the trunk of the sacred oak tree. Throwing a heated gaze over her ivory shoulder, she asked, "Will you take me upon the altar and seal your oath, Niklaus?"
"As you command, my goddess," Klaus said with a lascivious grin. He flashed behind her bent form, impatient hands pulling up the hem of her shift and admiring the delectable curves that were exposed to the night air. He caressed her pale cheeks, squeezing them playfully and chuckling as she impatiently thrust her soft mounds more fully into his palms. His finger easily slid inside, the pathway slickened by her desire for him. He added another finger, and then another, relishing in her moan as he stretched her trembling body. Soon, her hips were greedily chasing his fingers, riding the passionate waves he created within her.
"Do you crave more, sweetheart? Tell me what makes my goddess ache," Klaus rumbled.
Caroline gasped as she met each thrust of his skillful fingers and whimpered, "Fill me with your cock, Niklaus. I must have it. I need it."
Klaus groaned at her desperate words, his iron length begging to be placed deep within her. He grasped her hips and plunged into her dew-slicked channel, finally sating his throbbing flesh. His grip tightened as he began his powerful strokes, delighting in every breathy moan he pulled from her lush body. He imposed his will with every furious thrust, marking her even as he felt himself become marked by the oath he pledged to the beautiful goddess.
She pushed her curves back onto his rigid flesh, unwilling to be parted from his searing brand until their desires were fully sated. He felt her quivering center flex and clench, signaling her satisfaction. She shouted out in ecstasy as she bore down, holding him as tight as a fist before drenching him with her essence. With a few final thrusts, he found his own explosive orgasm, partially pulling away to rub his release across her still-trembling globes, thoroughly marking her.
As they collapsed underneath the oak tree in a tangle of limbs, they gazed at one another, clearly unnerved by the unexpected and powerful connection they had forged. Caroline gracefully rose upon one elbow, her rose-tipped breasts spilling out of her dress. She carelessly tossed back her curly blonde mane and said teasingly, "Now, my dear Niklaus, about Katerina…"