Merry Christmas guys. This is a brand new Elejah, just something I am experimenting with. I don't own Vampire Diaries which is a sad turn of fate. Do read and let me know what do you think of this one and yeah I am gonna update Broken Promises of Always and Forever as soon as I can.
Chapter One
Love.
If you ask a cynic like me about what love is, you might get an answer on the lines of 'love is a poison ivy that injects the venom in the muscle called heart which is responsible for our every illogical action'.
Love is something I don't believe in. For me it is the border of insanity where you lose all control and just give yourself over to another person. The control freak in me can't shy away fast enough from the concept called love.
Some say love is the most beautiful experience of your life and I say whoever told you that is the biggest liar in the world. Love isn't all what authors and poets talk about, love is no beauty to behold. Ask someone who has loved about what love is and they will give you your answer. You may not like it; it may not be the perfect rendition you seek but that honest gritty truth might save your life someday, it might teach you not to fall in love with the wrong man/woman or not to fall in love at all.
Who am I to give you such sound advice?
Well ladies and gentlemen, I am Elena Gilbert your host and you are listening 'The Ugly Truth' on Diablo 99.9 FM, its hot in hell. I will remind you again, I start taking calls in 10 minutes and a word of advice, don't call if you can't hear the truth. Till then enjoy the latest Maroon 5 hit, Animals.
It was surprising how a voice could arouse him so quickly. He hadn't been this hard since god knew when. He hadn't even seen the chit and yet he was imagining fucking her in 100 different ways. It wasn't that Elijah Mikaelson was lacking for company. He was rich, famous, and handsome and even had a title. In definition he was modern day idea of a Disney prince but he was anything but prince. He was notorious for his liaisons, be it opera singer Katerina Petrova, stripper Hayley Marshall or porn star Tatia Medici.
He worked hard, he played hard. You were a fool if you desired anything more than casual fuck, money or jewels from Elijah Mikaelson. He would sick his lawyers on you so fast, you wouldn't even get time to put your running shoes on. God forbid you try to trap him in marriage with some feeble excuse as pregnancy.
He wasn't a man who was lacking company or eager partners so it came as a surprise when her voice had hit him like thunder and he had found himself painfully hard.
It had been couple of weeks ago, he couldn't sleep and nothing he read or saw inspired him to do so. He had a meeting with South African consulate for increased investment in diamond mines in the morning and he fucking couldn't sleep.
So frustrated and pissed he had opened the TuneIn app his niece had downloaded on his phone and had scrolled down the list of channels. One in particular had caught his eye for its unconventional name and tag line, Diablo 99.9 FM, it's hot in hell.
He hadn't been prepared for her voice. It had been like a shot of pure ecstasy down his spine, her rich melodic voice and her unconventional ideas.
From that day onwards he had been addicted to it like a drug, her voice that is. It was brilliant, the way she put her logic and made you see something without rose coloured lenses of romance. She was just like him, logical and straight forward.
Her voice made him feel like randy teenage kid he had been, impulsive and out of control. He was horny as hell and insatiable.
Even three mistresses couldn't sate the hunger this Elena Gilbert had ignited in him. Every time he fucked Celeste Warbeck it was Elena Gilbert's voice that egged him on, moaning and gasping his name.
She sounded like his ideal mistress material, no feelings or shit of such kind.
And it was first time somebody was having this kind of effect on his libido.
She was speaking to some woman named April and just hearing that melodious as sin voice had his cock begging for release. It felt as if he could pound nails in walls with the fucker.
He started pumping up and down and her voice provided the background of his fantasy where she was kneeling and had his cock in soft confines of her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on his length. He felt the tell tale pressure of his release.
His mind knew what he thinking these days bordered on insanity but she had become an obsession, a puzzle for a man who loved solving complicated ones.
He walked at a leisurely pace towards his bathroom to clean himself up while in background some girl kept belting about blank space...
So what do you think? Love it, hate it? Review below and let me know. And again Merry Christmas folks. Stay safe and count your blessings and yeah don't forget to be happy.
Love ya all
-Eos
