Summary: After convincing Bonnie to help her with her Halloween Costume, a spell that was just supposed to give her some realistic-looking wings has some unintended consequences. Luckily, Klaus is totally willing to lend a hand and/or dick (and/or tongue) to solve the problem.
Contains: Succubus!Caroline. Wing kink. Sex pollen. Caroline riding Klaus's face.
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
Been going crazy from the moment I met you
~ "Untouched" by The Veronicas
"What do you mean you think you can't reverse it?" Caroline asked, her voice slightly muffled from being pressed against Bonnie's pillow as she tried to ignore the insistent throbbing between her thighs.
"I mean, at least not now? I don't know how," Bonnie said frantically, and Caroline felt a pang of sympathy for her friend despite her current predicament. "I'm sorry!"
"I know," Caroline said, shifting and rolling her shoulders, still trying to get used to the extra weight on her back. "It's not like I thought you meant to turn me into a succubus."
"I feel really bad," Bonnie said for what must have been the tenth time.
"I know you do, but sitting around feeling guilty will not help me get this fixed any sooner."
Bonnie nodded distractedly, dropping the grimmoire she was currently holding and pulling another from the shelf, sitting down and opening it again. Caroline shifted, trying as best she could to relieve the need for friction while not flapping the large bat-like wings that she now sported.
Despite Bonnie's reservations, Caroline had begged for days to get her friend to give her actual demon wings for the costume party they were going to (let it never be said that Caroline would be outdone by someone who spent forty bucks on a cheap Sexy Witch costume). When Bonnie had finally caved, they looked through a few grimoires and found something that looked like it would work, and Caroline had insisted that she had to have enough time to get ready for the party that they do it early, and what was the worst that could happen?
Caroline was now deeply regretting that decision.
They'd done the spell a few hours earlier, and as soon as the transformation had finished, Caroline moved to get off the bed and her new wing had brushed across the side table and tossed everything on it to the floor.
Over the next few hours, they discovered a number of things.
The first was that, contrary to the spell's claim, the wings were most definitely not retractable. After the five broken picture frames from one accidental flap, Bonnie had told her that it might be better to stay very still on the bed until she figured out where her wings were in relation to everything else.
The second was that the spell wasn't actually a spell for wings, it was a spell to temporarily transform a person into a succubus. Unfortunately, Caroline wasn't a person, she was a vampire, therefore technically a demon, and therefore...well, it wasn't temporary.
That led to the next problem: she'd never been so unbearably turned on in her life. Her nipples were achingly sensitive, making the fact that she had to lie on her belly so as not to crush her wings even more complicated from the friction of Bonnie's sheets against her skin. She could feel her arousal slick on her inner thighs, her pussy endlessly clenching around nothing as she fought to stay still.
After an hour of sexual agony, she'd kicked Bonnie out of her own bedroom, promised to change the sheets, and proceeded to try to get herself off. It wasn't that it hadn't worked. She'd had five orgasms before she gave up, and when Bonnie had come back in she'd tentatively offered Caroline a blood bag.
Twenty minutes later, it had become clear that blood was no longer her food source of choice.
"I don't understand why we can't just go find you a one-night stand," Bonnie said as she went through the third grimmoire, starting the same argument they'd been having over and over about every ten minutes for the past two hours.
"I told you. We don't know what this does. What if having sex with a human kills them?"
"So have sex with a vampire," Bonnie said exasperatedly. "I don't know. I'm sure we could get Stefan to volunteer."
"Oh yes. That's exactly what I want. To have incredibly awkward sex with my best friend who I think of as a brother so that I never want to look him in the eye for the rest of my eternal life."
"Caroline, I'm just trying to help."
"I know," Caroline said miserably, her face flaming as her shifting in bed shot bolts of pleasure from her tight, sensitive nipples straight to her core, making her moan. "Sorry," she muttered, catching sight of Bonnie's awkward grimace.
"It's fine. It's only as awkward as we make it, right?"
"Yeah. Sure," Caroline said, taking another deep breath that stuttered in her lungs, trying to ignore the very obvious warm body sitting on the couch a few feet away. Fucking Bonnie was not the way out of this.
But she was getting desperate.
"Call Klaus," Caroline said impulsively.
"What?"
Bonnie looked horrified, and Caroline didn't blame her. She'd spent the last three years since their time in the woods pretending that it hadn't meant anything and that she'd gotten him out of her system, but deep down she knew she was lying.
Still, that didn't mean she wanted to admit it, and the idea of calling Klaus for help, for accepting that she trusted him, was terrifying.
"Call Klaus," she repeated, her heart pounding in her chest. "He'll come, and I can't kill him, right? Like, isn't that the point of being a super scary powerful original?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Bonnie. I'm sure," she said firmly, trying to breathe through her mouth so that she wouldn't get the full impact of her friend's scent, squeezing her eyes shut and burying her face in the pillow again, her entire body quivering from overstimulation. "My phone's in my purse. Just dial and stick it under my ear."
Ten seconds later, she heard Klaus's voice for the first time since their fuck in the woods three years before.
"Hello, Caroline."
"Hey," she said weakly, her toes curling at just the sound of his voice. "So, um, I have a problem."
"What's that?" he asked sharply. "Are you hurt?"
"No. I just...Bonnie and I were trying a new spell," she said awkwardly, her breathing growing more labored with every word, and Klaus cut in before she could continue.
"Where are you?"
"Bonnie's house."
"In Mystic Falls?"
"Yeah," she said, her voice wavering from the rough note of his voice, the way he made her entire body quiver with just a few words.
"Just a moment," he said, and she heard a rustle as he barked instructions at some minion before returning to the call. "Tell me what's wrong."
He listened in silence as she gave him a quick explanation of the problem, and he gave a deep sigh when she'd finished, which, to her, didn't seem to indicate anything positive. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Give the phone to the witch."
Caroline gave him a pass on the order-like phrasing due to the seriousness of the situation and passed the phone over to Bonnie, who immediately scrambled for a paper and pen.
"Hold on," she muttered, practically tearing through her desk before she found a notepad. "Okay, give me the number again?"
Bonnie hung up after a few exchanged words that sounded suspiciously like them threatening each other without saying anything too obvious before turning to Caroline. "He gave me the number of a witch to call and told me to leave you alone for a bit. Apparently the cravings will get stronger, and no matter how good your control is, he says that it might be better if you couldn't...smell me. Or whatever."
"Right," Caroline said weakly. "Okay."
Bonnie gave her a grim smile. "He'll be here in four hours, apparently."
"Okay," Caroline said again, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as Bonnie left.
The next few hours passed in a haze of aching erogenous zones and unsatisfying orgasms. There wasn't much else to do, and touching herself seemed to take the edge off. She also knew that she should mentally prepare herself for what would happen when Klaus came over.
She was very, very aware that she'd basically just called him to invite him over for a bajillion rounds of sex. Sure, she'd really appreciate it if he could solve her transformation problem, but first she needed to feed.
Badly.
She tossed and turned, ignoring the crashes of inanimate objects finding their end on the hardwood floor to succumb to her need for relief, eventually giving up on monitoring herself and letting her mind cook up all sorts of filthy scenarios that she'd never dared to consider, her fingers working between her thighs almost non-stop until the soft knock on the door.
"Klaus?" she called, her voice hollow and cracked from hunger, and he opened the door, closing it behind him and turning to face her.
"Caroline I-"
She frowned, confused at why he'd stopped talking, and slowly pushed herself up on her knees, shifting around to face him. Her hair was sticking to her forehead from sweat, her inner thighs slippery with her own release, the entire room stinking of sex, and her lips parted slightly when she saw his face.
His eyes were burning gold, his head tilted slightly to the side as he drank her in, his tongue darting over his lips. She struggled to stay on the bed, every inch of her screaming to launch herself at him and tear every stitch of clothing away. "Klaus," she breathed, clenching her eyes shut as he approached, the overwhelming scent of earth and blood and salt and need dripping off of him in waves. "I'm-"
"Hungry?" he finished, and she could hear the smirk in his voice at the question, an entire shiver wracking through her body, her wings beating once without her meaning to, sending a gust of air out that shook the picture frames on the walls.
She nodded, her eyes opening to watch him as he approached, stopping at the side of the bed to face her. "I need you," she confessed, wrapping her arms around herself, her eyes wide and imploring, cheeks flushing with an embarrassment that she logically knew she shouldn't feel.
He wrapped his fingers gently around her arms, tugging them away from her body to expose her bare breasts before cupping them in his hands, watching her face as he tugged at her nipples. It took barely a second for her to realize that, as pleasurable as it was, any touch that wasn't a part of him inside of her wasn't going to cut it. "Lie down," she ordered, practically grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him down on the bed.
As soon as he landed he seemed to realize what she wanted, his hands beating hers to his jeans, a ripping sound filling the air as his clothes became scraps on the floor. She took him in her hand, watching his face as she stroked him. He groaned, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her, and it made her feel powerful to have arguably the most deadly being on the planet underneath her, to have him want her.
He grinned as though he could read her mind. "Trust me, sweetheart. As soon as you've been fed enough to function I want to explore every inch of your new form. Are those wings as sensitive as they look?"
"You'll find out," she said as she sunk onto him, her eyes closing. She rocked against him, the coil in her belly tightening unbelievably fast before she crashed over the edge for the first time.
It was like nothing she'd felt before.
She was pulsing around him, her body vibrating with pleasure as she could feel the life seeping into her, his abs flexing underneath her hands as his eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerking to meet hers for every frenzied movement. She was barely aware of the crashes from around the room as her wings flexed and relaxed with every movement, the warmth of satiation filling her. "Oh my god," she gasped, throwing her head back, and she heard him groan her name. "God, you feel so good."
"You're so fucking perfect, sweetheart," he gritted out, opening his eyes to look at her, and she felt herself fall into the molten gold of his irises, unable to tear her gaze from his. He was breathing fast, his nails digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to draw blood, and she let out a soft whine as he came inside of her.
They were both breathing hard, but within moments Caroline felt need stir inside of her again, the hunger returning, though not as bad as it had been before. "Again?" he asked, and she nodded impatiently.
He smirked. "So wonderfully eager for me, sweetheart," he whispered, his hands wandering up her spine to brush his fingers against the base of her wings. They flexed against his hands, the sensation unlike anything she'd felt before, the odd pleasure of it making her moan softly. "You like that?"
"Yes," she said, her voice slightly breathless.
"Later."
"Excuse me?"
"Later," he repeated. "First I want to taste you. Move."
It didn't occur to her to argue as she shifted forward. She'd never had someone eat her out from below her before, and she was curious, the anticipation of it building in her lower belly. He seemed to know what she was thinking, smirking widely. "Come on, sweetheart. Just let me have a taste."
The first touch of his tongue to her clit was fucking euphoric, the next few strokes of his tongue against her pussy making her shake. Her hands curling around Bonnie's headboard as she sank down to ride his face, his hands supporting her hips as he fucked her with his tongue, moaning at their combined taste. She rocked against him, chasing the release that was so close, and murmuring for him to fuck her harder, faster.
She could feel the life she was draining from him, her body feeling more energized with every passing second as she approached her orgasm, and when she finally crashed over the edge it felt like she was breathing for the first time, her body vibrating with pleasure.
She moved off him once she was done, grinning at his hazy eyes. "What does it feel like when I drain you?" she asked curiously as she moved back, trailing a finger down his chest.
"Almost as good as feeding from you," he said with a wicked grin.
"Is that a hint?" she asked dryly.
"I could go for a bite."
She bit her lip. "Do you think you can feed from me?"
"I don't see why not," he said, reaching to brush her hair to the side, exposing her neck, and she closed her eyes waiting for the sink of fangs that didn't come.
"I want to drink from you while you feed," he said quietly, and she frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Get on your hands and knees for me sweetheart."
She did so, her core already beginning to ache again. She wondered how many meals it would take to feel full, but decided to think about it later as he moved behind her. She spread her legs, but he seemed content to wait, bending to drop kisses down her spine. "Klaus, what are you-"
She interrupted herself with a moan as he ran the flat of his tongue along one of her wing bones, her back arching at the sensation.
"Do that again," she demanded, and she heard him chuckle.
"You like that love?"
"Yes. Do it again."
"Ask nicely."
She glared at him over her shoulder, but he seemed perfectly happy to kiss the dimples of her back, nuzzling the base where the skin of her back met the root of the sensitive leathery flesh stretched between the bones. He nipped a tiny bit of skin, and she felt her thighs shake, her body turning to jelly.
"Please," she gasped, needing more of whatever he was doing, because it was working. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease," she chanted, the word blurring as she repeated it over and over, rewarded by his tongue and fingers stroking her so perfectly, her body shaking as she teetered on the edge.
"Fuck me," she gasped out, her eyes closed, head dropped between her elbows.
She heard him chuckle, his tongue still flicking against the delicate bones of her wing in flat, light licks, and she was almost ready to beg when he filled her in one stroke, her entire body stiffening as his chest pressed against her back, his fingers moving between her legs to rub her clit in tight circles. He was teasing, though, his movements slowing just as she approached the edge, and she heard the headboard crack, feeling the splinters settle in her fingers as she gripped it too hard, the anticipation making her body pulse with need.
The feeling of his fangs finally sinking into her was better than anything she'd felt all night, the simultaneous hunger and relief they felt mingling in the best way as she felt the pleasure overwhelm her, her vision going blank as she succumbed to it.
An hour or so later she was draped on top of Klaus in bed, the inside of her thighs pleasantly sticky, the sheet pooled around her waist. He ran his fingers lightly up and down her spine, making her shiver, and she contentedly relaxed her body, her wings folding themselves to cover them like a cloak.
Her last thought before she fell asleep on her Klaus pillow was that she should probably talk him into getting Bonnie a new bed. Or house. Something to make up for what had probably been a scarring experience.
Also maybe find a cure, she thought, shifting to get comfortable, her limbs heavy from satiation.
Maybe.
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