Warning, mature content

Chapter 25

Portugal, 1114

"Where are you…? Here kitty, kitty, kitty…"

Niklaus smiled as he made his way across the hallway, towards the bedchamber. He loved the trill of the chase, especially with his favorite prey. He never got tired of chasing her.

"I know you're here, little kitty. You can't hide from me. Just give up and come to daddy. If you do that right now, I might go easy on you."

Of course that was a lie; he had no intention to go easy on her. She would be screaming before he would be done with her.

"Come on now… Be a good little kitty…"

She was near; he could feel it, although she had become much better at this. Sometimes it took him a long while before he managed to catch her. Thankfully they had the whole villa for themselves the whole night. Suddenly a knife flew towards him, but it missed him.

"Naughty little kitty," he chuckled. "I'm going to make you pay for that."

Unfortunately there was no sign of her. He inspected the bedchambers before moving on to the parlor and the kitchen. Nothing. Such a clever girl she was. Finally he heard a tiny little noise. It was coming from the broom closet. He smirked while moving silently in front of the door and yanked it open. She gasped and tried to escape, but he was faster, he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

"How dare you?" she screamed. "Let go of me, you beast!"

"No, I don't think so," he hummed and slapped her bottom. "You've been a naughty little kitty, so I need to punish you." He paused and slapped her bottom again. "How does a little spanking for starters sound like?"

"You… You wouldn't dare! I'm a lady and you are nothing but a filthy bandit!"

He chuckled and carried her to one of the bedchambers, giving her firm little butt few smacks on the way.

"That's right," he hummed and threw her on the bed. "And you love filthy bandits, don't you…" He paused and tore away her gown. "…my lady?"

She bit her bottom lip as he trapped her under him and lifted the hem of her undergarment.

"You beast…" she snapped, but the rest of her sentence turned into a moan as he started to pleasure her with his fingers. She opened her legs wider as he played with her, making her moist.

"Niklaus," she moaned.

"There's no Niklaus here, sweetheart," he hummed. "Only a vile beast who wants to take your innocence."

"Oh yes," she moaned. "You're a vile, vile beast… How dare you try to take my… Oh God…innocence…"

He suppressed a smile, she was really adorable. A terrible actress, but adorable. He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone, she was his world. He didn't know what he would have done without her.

"Does the lady like this?" he asked as he thrust a finger inside of her.

"Oh…No," she moaned. "You…You…monster, how dare you…Ah!"

He smirked while adding a second finger and starting to pump them in and out of her, using a vampire speed. She moaned desperately, it didn't take long before she came.

"Good girl," he hummed and licked his finger, wanting to taste her juices. He would have wanted to dip his head between her legs and have a better taste, but right now he was too impatient for that. He wanted to get inside of her, he was painfully aroused. Quickly he got into a sitting position and lowered his pants before lifting her up and pulling her down onto his hard shaft. She gasped and held on as he thrust up into her over and over again. He knew that this position was one of her favorites; it allowed her to move more freely.

"Niklaus," she moaned and kissed him. The kiss was fierce; he slid his tongue into her mouth while pounding into her. She felt perfect; he didn't think that he could ever have enough. With a groan he spilled his seed inside of her. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. He was still inside of her as he wrapped his arms around her and rocked her like a child. It helped her to enjoy her aftershocks.

"I love you, Mag," he murmured and planted few kisses on her neck.

"I love you too," she replied.

Gently he pulled out and cleaned her thighs with a wet cloth. He knew that she was more comfortable like that; she didn't like to go to sleep when she was sticky. Not that he minded washing her; it made her purr like a satisfied cat. Her happiness made him happy as well. When he was finally finished, he lied down beside her and wrapped his arms around her.

Everything was perfect and he was just about to fall asleep when something happened. His eyes flew open and he gasped in shock as the memories suddenly filled his mind. His real memories. He wasn't Niklaus. His name was Lucien. Lucien. Lucien. His name was Lucien. He wasn't Niklaus…

"Niklaus? What's wrong?"

No… Dear lord no… The woman beside him wasn't his wife, she never had been. She had tried to tell him that, but he hadn't listened. Oh God…

"Niklaus? Please, say something."

She was stroking his hair, looking at him with those doe eyes of hers. She was worried about him.

"Please, tell me what's wrong."

He couldn't. He was too shocked to speak. This couldn't be happening.

"Niklaus…"

Suddenly the door flew open. Aurora was standing in the doorway, her eyes flaming in rage.

"Where is that little tramp?" she snarled.

Lucien got to his feet immediately.

"Aurora, calm down," he said. "None of this is her fault…"

"I don't care!" Aurora screamed. "I will make her pay for all of them!"

Mag had gotten up as well, she looked nothing but confused.

"Rebekah…"

Aurora tried to attack Mag, but Lucien stopped her.

"You will not touch her!" he shouted.

"What is the matter with you; she's not your wife!"

Lucien pressed his lips together.

"You will not touch her."

Aurora's eyes narrowed, but she didn't have time to say anything when Tristan entered the room.

"Sister?"

Aurora turned around and ran to him. Tristan held her as she burst into tears. Lucien was unable to move until Mag took his hand.

"Niklaus?" she said quietly. "What… What is going on?"

Suddenly Aurora broke into a snigger.

"You have fucked her for over a century," she giggled. "I wonder what Niklaus will say about that."

Lucien didn't say anything, but he forced himself to look at Mag. There was nothing but confusion in her eyes. What could he possibly say to her? That he had forced her to think that he was her husband? That was the ugly truth. After she had once again tried to escape from him, he had thought that he had found a way to make her remember him. The witch who had made daylight rings for him, Tristan and Aurora had said that she could help. She could make Mag remember her husband. God… What had he done?