Ch3. Mind-blowing Orgasms

AN: WARNING…this chapter is rated Mature for a reason….read with caution (this means you Eden ;)

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"You've destroyed my life."

-Elena

"You've resurrected mine."

-DS

"But I still want you to come…."

Elena

"Don't worry my beauty, I'm going to cum all over you, all the time, until we'll just spend all our time making love and taking showers."

DS

She starts tying his ribbons in her hair.

And from a distance, Damon can see her colors waving in the wind. It makes him feel like an animal in heat, like she's waving a red flag in front of an incensed bull and he's more than ready to charge.

He's around every darkened corner, hovering in-between every submerged shadow.

There was a time she had only his letters to contend with, now the maker himself is hounding (hunting) her, hastening her decent into the fires of hell.

It makes pleasuring herself almost impossible, and Elena finds herself growing unbelievably hot and uncomfortable, a constant tingling coating the layers of her skin that she's not allowed to sooth.

Of course, Damon knows this and probably thinks this will get her to give in that much more quickly…

He really is an impatient bastard.

At first he doesn't say much, just intimidates and flusters her with his very presence.

On one moonless night, she wakes to find him hovering over her bed, a darker shadow against the black of night - his eyes intent on her form.

He's reticent; his form still in the extreme, so Elena doesn't know what it was that woke her up from the depths of her slumber. What had caused the grasp of sleep to loosen its firm hold on her?

The night is such that there is no wind, not even any rustling of tree leaves to make a comforting whisper. Nor any breeze to lessen the overwhelming humidity chocking its human inhabitants. There is only dull heat, silence so loud it's a sound, and inky blackness shrouding every line and shape.

And there is Damon…above her.

It doesn't surprise her that he's chosen a night like tonight to arrive to torment (pleasure?) her.

The crawling underneath her skin stirs and flares, becoming an unbearable itch she has to scratch. And yet he hasn't moved, hasn't come closer with the intent on using his hands, teeth, fingers, or tongue to help her…

She lets out a whine, a pathetic little whimper highlighting her need.

"Go ahead," he whispers, so softly and intently that Elena half thinks this is a dream. Her breathing is becoming labored under her discomfort, perspiration frizzing the wisps of hair at her temples.

"Please…"

"Do it, Elena!"

And like a puppy obeying its master, desperate to please, she watches him watch her follow his instructions.

She hisses at the first touch of naked skin her heated palm hits. And Damon swallows in response, the only movement besides his lips he's made all night.

Her eyelids flutter open to better see the Demon possessing her.

His eyes are glued to the hand she has gently cupping her sex. The fingers of her other hand are clutching desperately at her pillowcase – the effort almost too great in waiting to plunge her digits inside of her.

But the look on his face stops her – gives her the fortitude to keep her fingers still.

She lets out a deep, seductive moan that has Damon shaking.

He lets out a strangled groan and takes a single step forward so he is directly over her. Elena flutters her eyelashes at him and parts her lips, leaving her mouth open in invitation.

For once, Elena thinks, she is going to be in control.

His body shudders violently.

So Elena tilts her head back, opens her mouth wider, and lets her pointer finger tap once against her clit.

"FUCK," Damon swears. His body sways, seems to teeter for a moment like a see-saw, no doubt in response to his duel desires – to fucking pounce on her and to back the hell up so as to continue their game.

And as Damon inhales air like he's fucking drinking it, Elena lets out a breathy laugh.

His eyes flash to hers immediately, and Elena bites her lower lip and meets his gaze head-on. Let him see her playing him.

Eyes' suddenly flashing in understanding, Damon brings his arms up, like he's about to grab her by her upper-arms and shake her.

But Elena anticipates his move, and does the one thing she knows will stop him dead in his tracks…

She plunges three fingers into her opening and lets out a shrill scream.

Her eyes are closed, but she hears the thud Damon's knees make as they hit the floor. Elena turns her head, blinking softly and see's Damon kneeling by her bedside, his hands fisted in her sheets. She makes sure to keep the fingers inside of her still, tormenting the vampire besides her further.

They're sharing air, their faces are so close. Eyes riveted on one another, Elena brings her fingers out, a suctioning noise accompanying the action, before she slams them back in again.

Her back arches violently at the action, and Damon slams his fist against the bed, her smell swirling through the air making him delirious.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

Elena is sobbing, her eyes open and meeting Damon's again.

He's sliding closer, his elbows propping his body up beside her, so he is leaning over her, close but not touching.

His face above her is so beautiful; Elena thinks he must be part angel. Maybe he's a fallen angel looking for redemption. And she can give him that; finally Elena's going to give in to this. Give in to this fucking inferno that's eating her alive.

"Puh-lease!" Elena sobs, her words wobbling with emotion.

His chest is heaving, he looks deranged he's looking at her so intently. Like he's about to tear her body up into a million pieces before rolling around in her spilled blood.

His lips part and Elena feels a wild surge of hope flair up inside her chest.

Studying her wide, begging, innocent eyes Damon pauses a moment before letting the words hovering on his lips out.

"Beg."

The breath inside her whooshes out abruptly.

Indignation fills her, even as liquid drips out of her.

God, she needs him. Her body bows with the thought of not having him tonight. But…he needs to be taught a lesson. He's been controlling this, been driving her insane for weeks, months now.

Well, not tonight, Elena thinks.

So she grits her teeth and slides her fingers oh so slowly out of her pussy.

Damon's eyes brighten in what he thinks is victory. His lips dart out to lick his lips, already imagining the taste of her forbidden fruit no doubt.

Elena lets him lean closer, his face sliding down towards her center, before she strikes.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And Elena has barely taken in the stiffening in Damon form at her actions, she's too busy moving her fingers in and out of her furiously.

It takes effort, but Elena manages to get her eyelids open to see Damon's furious expression.

He thought she was going to beg for him.

And just to twist the knife in that much further, Elena drags her other hand up to cup her breast.

He's up and throwing her rocking chair clear across her room.

She keeps going, moans floating heedlessly out of her pouty lips.

Damon turns, meeting her drugged gaze.

She makes sure to keep her fingers moving as she speaks.

"This is your fault you know." She has to pause for a much needed breath, another moan slipping out of her before she can continue. "You could have had everything tonight…if…you weren't...so...smug." and with that strangled sentence still hanging in the air, she cums, wailing her release into the room.

He continues to stand there staring at her for a minute, while she's laying there breathing deeply, trying to recover.

Without another word, he leaves.

She feels hollow, but at least she's given him a taste of his own medicine.

tbc...

How was that, hot enough for you all?

All I know is I'm considering asking Santa for a Damon Salvatore Clone….he doesn't even need his own bed, we can share *grins evilly*

Aren't I just so sweet ;)