The Depth of Love

Chapter Rating: NC17

Music In Chapter:

Maribou State - Tongue (feat. Holly Walker)

Burial & Four Tet-Unreleased (Klaus's stereo)

New Character cross over: Davina Claire (from The Originals) what is her significance? You will soon find out in this chapter :)

A/N: This story is taking a huge plot twist and we will be introducing another very popular theme in erotic writing: Taboo and forbidden love/lust

Spoilers:

"Elijah, what is so important that—" But he stopped right there and said nothing more.

Elena woke up the following morning to the sound of the rain hitting the rooftop. Last night almost seemed like a dream, but it wasn't. Their torrid love making had exhausted the Hybrid as he lay next to her, sound asleep.

Quietly, she turned on her side and gazed at him. Elena couldn't tell if he was beautiful because he was an Original, or if it was because his alluring attractiveness was something he naturally possessed; something he was blessed with at birth. She loved his lips, so full and kissable. Almost every part of her body had been caressed and adorned with his passionate kisses. If they both represented liminal elements, then they were surely the burning flames of fire.

Her muscles were aching, especially down below. Sleeping with a man like Klaus was not for any kind of woman. Satisfying him meant that one had to be flexible, full of endurance with a hyper active sex drive, and lastly, one had to be open minded to the dark sexual places he wished to venture to. This was Elena's struggle. He had already contributed to her sexual wakening. What she had considered to be her "sexual wakening" with Stefan, in fact, was not the very thing at all. Elena had experienced sex, she felt the pleasure of sex, but she never felt enslaved by that pleasure. She never felt like she would die if she didn't have her lover inside of her every day. This was the madness of their love. It was the driving force of their desires. Niklaus Mikaelson was the most sexual man she had ever known, and judging by his possessiveness, Elena felt that he would be the only man she would ever know in the bedroom from the moment he claimed her.

They had both felt and expressed their jealousy. She didn't want to love him like a pagan worshipping a false god. But did he love her that way? Elena wondered, never taking her gaze off of him.

Klaus was awake, he was just too lazy to open his eyes. He always knew when she was awake just by the way her heart would beat; her breathing. It was almost like an alarm clock. As soon as she rolled on her side to get out of bed, Klaus reached for her waist, pulled her in close, and spooned with her.

"You're always so quick to leave this beast, aren't you?" he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Elena felt that twisting knot in the pit of her stomach. She bit her lip in hopes that she would regain control over her own desires. "I should have gone home last night," she spoke in a hushed tone that was soothing to the ears.

He kissed her shoulder and slid his hand up her stomach, cupping her right fallen globe, gently squeezing it. "I wish you could just sleep through the day with me for once," said Klaus. "I would thoroughly enjoy that."

Elena smiled. "Is that even possible with you?"

"Of course it is." He sensually kissed her neck, making her feel so desired and needed. "I'm perfectly content with holding you in my arms for the next twelve hours."

She looked surprised. "And here I thought you were only capable of keeping your cock inside of me for twelve hours."

"That too." The Hybrid chuckled.

They were experiencing intimacy in a way that Elena had often stopped them both from feeling. It was bonding.

"But now that you mention it…" Klaus reached down and guided his hardened length inside of her.

She gasped, felt the intrusion of his size, and then quickly adjusted around his shaft as he slowly eased in. Every inch felt so pleasurable.

He leaned into her ear and whispered, "I love how you're always wet and ready for me."

Elena's breaths came short as he began to penetrate her nice and easy, taking his time so she could really feel him… every sensation.

The only time he didn't hate himself was when he was inside of this young woman who was no longer a girl. Klaus had officially transformed her without making her vampire. She was still human in every way, but her desires had evolved, her ambitions had evolved, and the person she had become had completely transformed like alchemy.

Jenna had given her an awkward sex talk when she was fifteen:

"Don't have sex. Just don't. But you know, on the off chance that you do… please use a condom! No glove, no love. Don't let no mouse inside that house!" It was comical at that time, and Elena certainly appreciated the fact that she cared about her well-being, but who she was at fifteen, and who she was now at eighteen, was a night and day difference.

Here she was, in the arms of her enemy, having the best sex of her life; mad, passionate, all-consuming sex… and it was unprotected. Klaus had told her before that there was no way he could impregnate her, but those visions would not stop. They happened frequently every time they were intimate. Elena was convinced that she was seeing glimpses of her future. They had slept with each other so much, she should have been pregnant by now, but Elena wasn't experiencing any sort of symptom. The only symptoms she had were similar to that of a nymphomaniac. All she wanted was sex; lots of it; with Klaus.

He pulled out of her, breathing heavily on her shoulder while Elena began to grind against him, desperate to feel him fill her up.

"Give me what I want." He caressed her bottom and squeezed it.

"You already have what you want." She was lost in a thick fog that misted her cognition.

"No…" Klaus bit on her earlobe. "I meant this." He slightly parted her cheeks, gliding a finger up her gluteal cleft, and that's when Elena realized what he was demanding.

"I can't." She recoiled a bit, but he abandoned the idea and kept her close. "I… I'm not ready." Feeling secretly disappointed in herself, Klaus gave her no time to wallow in self-pity and despair, as he rolled her on her tummy, and aggressively pulled her hips up. Elena gasped, turning her head to the side on a pillow as he thrust into her. His scrotum was slapping against her hard…

Slap, slap, slap…

"How do you… still have… all this… energy!" Elena moaned and screamed when he began to fuck her so hard and fast. She was scared that she would pass out from the orgasmic blast that was approaching.

Klaus growled, gripping the flesh around her waist possessively, pounding into her with unrelenting thrusts. He was entirely in his element, and his sole focus was on making her come.

"I've always got energy to fuck you." He rocked her body back and forth, beating up her sex until it was swollen. Every time she was close to coming, he slowed down to tease her, refusing to give her speed until she begged.

"oohhmmmmmmmy… G—" Elena couldn't make out the rest of her sentence because a rippling wave of pleasure had penetrated through her, piercing through her soul and taking her to that little place of paradise that so few people ever experienced and saw. She heard the sound of her lustful cry echo in her ears, her breathing reverberating, as she walked into a waterfall with Klaus. There was a cave hidden behind it.

Elena didn't know if she was hallucinating or having another vision. All she could do was lay there, recover from that mind numbing release, and find the strength to get out of bed, shower, and separate herself from the Hybrid for the next twelve hours, because her cervix was in dire need of recovery.

~oOo~

Leaving the Mikaelson mansion always felt awkward for Elena. Klaus's siblings lived with him, so that meant that she would often run into Kol, Elijah, or Rebekah. They were always civil and polite to her, but she somehow felt like a naughty child that got caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. Klaus had the most ridiculous grin on his face when he came downstairs with her later that morning. He looked like a man that had achieved a great conquest, victorious in all his battles... of sex. Elijah was certainly familiar with that look, he was his brother, after all. He knew Niklaus inside out. The Original also had a "post sex" face, but he preferred to be subtle about such things. In many ways, it was precisely that that made Elijah appear so attractive; the intrigue, the constant mystery, his modesty.

Klaus had reached the front foyer and was going to drive Elena home, when he heard his brother call out to him.

"Elijah, what is so important that—" But he stopped right there and said nothing more. Klaus cast his eyes on a beautiful young girl who couldn't have been more than sixteen. She was thin, had big blue eyes, dark long lashes, wavy chestnut hair that flowed down her breasts, and her lips were pink, plump, and so kissable. Clad in a short white dress, brown ankle boots, and a leather jacket, the stunning stranger stared back at the Hybrid, mesmerized in the same sort of way, as she smiled shyly.

"Niklaus, I would like to introduce you to our half sibling, Davina Claire."

"Davina…" he quietly murmured her name. Klaus had heard of her before.

Why and how? She was the strongest witch in the French Quarter of New Orleans. But that wasn't what disturbed him the most… the disturbing fact was that he had shared a kiss with Davina. Last year he went to New Orleans to visit Marcel, a young man he had turned centuries ago. He was like family to the Mikaelson's, a son to Niklaus, and so he had entrusted the territory of New Orleans to him until he situated things with his plans to build a hybrid army and return. During his visit, he had been introduced to Davina. Marcel had kept her isolated inside of an attic for her own safety. The witches of New Orleans wanted to kill her. She was a threat to their coven, so Marcel had saved her and vowed to protect her. Davina was turning sixteen when Klaus first met her. Later that night, he had been alone with her inside the attic of the church. They had talked for a while, and he'd asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She had revealed that she'd never been kissed by a boy. So he took her face in his hands, and kissed her.

Davina was never able to forget about that kiss. Every time she listened to "Tongue" by Maribou State, it made her think of him because that song had been playing on her iPod when he had kissed her in the attic.

"Klaus, I'm going to be late if—" Elena appeared next to him, but he didn't turn his attention away from Davina.

Elijah smiled at her. "Good morning, Elena. I apologize if I am delaying your plans, but as you can see we have a house guest. Someone very important that I would like to introduce you to." He smiled at Davina and then looked at Elena. "This is Davina, our lost but found half-sister."

The perplexed expression on Klaus's face immediately washed away and was replaced by a look of outrage. "How is this possible? What trickery is this?"

"No trickery, brother."

Kol suddenly walked in. "It would appear our mother was a whore"—he looked at Davina—"Sorry, darling, hope you're not offended. She was our mother too, after all."

The young witch felt so intimidated by Klaus, even though she had the ability to annihilate him. "Esther had an affair with my father when she reincarnated herself sixteen years ago."

The Hybrid refused to believe this logic. "My mother was locked in a coffin sixteen years ago, and trust me, she's been inside of that coffin much longer than that."

Davina shook her head. "That's what she wanted you to see. Don't you understand? She was the Original witch, the first most powerful witch to ever tamper with expression and the dark arts."

Elijah spoke when Davina paused. "You see, brother. It would appear that our mother had the unique qualities of Katerina. The only difference is, while Katerina spent all her life on the run, our mother just convinced us that she was dead, and lived her life in whichever way she saw fit."

Unbelievable, Klaus thought. He wasn't sure if he wanted to kill somebody, or demolish the room.

Elena stood there, looking so astonished by the news.

"She's blood related to us, Niklaus," Elijah reiterated. "Science has proven it, and so has magic."

"Bollocks!" Klaus grabbed Elena's hand and glared at Davina. "I want this witch out of our home by the time I return."

Davina looked so wounded. She had not expected her older brother to react so cold and cruel towards her.

"You cannot deny the truth, Niklaus!" Elijah called after him, but the temperamental hybrid was gone.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Davina confessed.

"No, it was not." Elijah sighed. "Niklaus is just in shock. In his mind, you are just another person who can weaken him. Everyone he loves only proves to him the fact that he is very much human inside, capable of loving, and capable of feeling powerless. Do not take it personally, Davina. He will come around. You are welcome in this home and you are welcome in our lives."

Rebekah entered the room, dressed in her usual trendy attire, glowing with youth and vitality with every sway of her hip. She smiled at Davina and embraced her. "I always wanted a little sister."

Davina felt happy to be accepted by all her half-siblings, but she was still so gutted that Klaus had denied their family ties and rejected her.

"Come," Rebekah beamed, "I'll show you to your room."

~oOo~

"Why did you lose it in there?" Elena asked, while Klaus drove her home.

"Because it makes no sense. Where is the proof?"

"Elijah already stated that he could provide you with all the proof you need. He's a sensible guy, I doubt anyone could fool him and pull the wool over his eyes."

"There is no bloody way she is related to us." He was in a bad mood. In truth, Klaus was so adamant to reject their ties because it sickened him to know that he had kissed his own sister… and had enjoyed it. In fact, when he had met Davina, he'd found her exceedingly desirable and sexually attractive, but due to her age, he refused to bed her (which was extremely tempting). With that knowledge in mind, he dared not tell Elena. She was just starting to adjust to his dark personality, but this just put him on a completely new level.

"I just empathize with people, okay?" she said. "I don't think it was nice of you to react that way. You should apologize to her."

Klaus finally pulled in front of Elena's driveway and parked. Then he turned to her, reached for her face and kissed her long and deeply. She was breathless once he pulled back. "I'll apologize once I've knocked you up… which will be never, so that strengthens my point—I don't do apologies."

"You're such an arrogant asshole." Elena rolled her eyes.

"An arrogant arse that you love to sleep with."

"Shame on me."

He looked at her with lust, kissed her again and said, "Shame on both of us."

Elena managed to rip herself away from his magnetic pull before they both ended up with their clothes off. It would have been a mortifying experience if Jenna had walked out only to see a bouncing car in the driveway, groaning, moaning, and steamy windows.

Klaus gave her bottom a slap as she got out. "Pick up the phone when I call you."

She looked at him and smiled as he backed out in reverse, blasted his stereo, and sped down the street.

A/N: And so the plot thickens… How will Klaus deal with his lustful feelings towards Davina? Is his love strong enough to stop him from crossing over the threshold between right and wrong? Will he tell Elena? Find out soon! Thanks again for everyone who left reviews on the last chapter :) xx