Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
For reference, David Alpay who played Professor Shane in TVD also played Mark Smeaton in the TV show The Tudors.
Warning for explicit sexual content.
The big day had finally arrived. Despite the short period of time passing, the Banns had been read only once as all financial issues had already been ironed out and nobody was going to oppose a match allegedly made by the King. The one thing Damon hadn't wanted was to have a bedding ceremony, however due to the amount of people who would need to be compelled to get out of this problem, meant that there weren't many ways around it. In fact Damon wanted to wait until their second marriage before they consummated as he felt they were not truly married until that point. The problem was Elena, who still had no knowledge of his plans. Therefore he decided he would tell her after they had wed and everyone had left them alone at the bedding ceremony. He hoped they could become intimate in other ways until their real marriage, which wouldn't be long. As they would be on the road from the next morning, travelling back to Norton Hall, albeit with a stop off at Maggie's, he was sure they could have to wait a few more days. To ensure Elena would be up for this idea, Damon had provided Maggie with the funds to dress up a small nearby cottage with a good bed and some home comforts to allow them a little privacy. This would allow Damon to present Elena with the gifts Bonnie had gotten for him, plus something else which was her gift to them, a very large tub of the delicious chocolate and hazelnut spread – Nutella.
The morning of the wedding, Damon was with Matthew, changing into his wedding clothes. He and Elena had opted for matching gold silks with burgundy velvet and black lace edging. He had a plain gold band to give Elena as a wedding ring, but had another made up for their second wedding which Bonnie had bought from a modern jeweller which had tiny diamonds interspersed and inside was Damon et Elena, amor aeternus, in vita et in morte (eternal love, in life and in death).
When the time came for the ceremony, Damon had never been so nervous in his entire existence as he waited in his room to be called. Matthew knocked on the door.
"Everyone is ready. Time to head off to the chapel." he said.
Damon simply nodded and followed Matthew. His mouth was dry and he was almost shaking, although he had no idea why. Very little was about to change today, except he would be allowed to leave court and head back to Norton Hall with Elena, Maud and Matthew. He'd drunk five large goblets of wine and three bloodbags, the latter completely curing him of any hangover and not particularly calming his nerves. Damon just John Gilbert would keep his mouth shut as Damon was so on edge, he'd be capable of putting a fist through it at vampire strength, meaning Lord John would become late Lord John.
They arrived at the chapel and Damon made his way up to the alter where George Boleyn was waiting for him. Damon would have personally preferred Charles Brandon, but as Edmund had known George for many years, it was only proper he would ask the King's future brother-in-law to wait as his groomsman. Matthew wasn't a nobleman so he wasn't eligible and the King had decided to take over Lord John's job of escorting Elena down the aisle after the farce of the dinner party. Lady Anne was also nowhere to be seen, however she was the head bridesmaid, which meant she would be accompanying Elena and the King when Elena turned up. As Damon made his way down to the alter, he noticed Lord John and Katherine had been placed fairly far back in the congregation of around fifty people. Music was playing and the angelic tones of Mark Smeaton rang out through the room. Damon frowned noting the singer would become another victim in the conspiracy to bring down Anne Boleyn as he would be accused of being her lover. Whenever Damon laid eyes on Mark, with his black curls, he always reminded him of Atticus Shane, who was the head of artefacts at MI666.
Nervously, Damon waited for what seemed like hours waiting for Elena. The Archbishop of Canterbury seemed equally itchy to get proceedings started and if watches had been invented, Damon was sure he would have been checking his every five minutes. Damon's mindless train of thought led him to wonder which Rolex the Archbishop would wear. Damon himself owned a specially made James Bond Rolex, but he thought the Archbishop would need something more practical. Before he reached his decision was reached, he heard sounds of material simultaneously moving, suggesting Henry had arrived, which meant Elena was with him. Henry had told Damon he didn't need to bow, therefore Damon kept his eyes fixed on the stained glass window ahead, taking note of the sun shining through and lighting the room up beautifully.
When Elena eventually reached him, Damon finally turned around and looked at her. Elena was rarely dressed in absolute finery like many of the ladies. She was fashionable, but preferred more simple and elegant styles. This time it appeared Anne had gotten her way with what Elena was to wear and she looked stunning. The burgundy and gold suited her beautifully and the lace trim added a darker more sinister look, reflecting her union with a devil of sorts. Henry placed Elena's hands in Damon's and sat down to allow the Archbishop to begin.
"We are gathered here together, in the sight of God Almighty, to join in holy matrimony, this man and this woman. Will you both answer?" the Archbishop asked. "That you will keep all these coming days rightful, with rightwiseness and discretion, with mercy and truth, so help you God?"
"I will." Damon nodded.
"I will." Elena replied.
"Vis habere hanc mulierem in sponsam et eam diligere et honorare, tenere et custodire, sanam et infirmam, et sicut sponsus debet sponsam: et omnes alias propter eam dimittere et illi soli adhaerere, quamdiu vita utriusque duraverit?" the Archbishop said, which Damon fully understood but suspected Elena didn't, although he knew it would be repeated in English. "Wilt thou have this woman to thy wife, and love her and keep her in sickness and in health, and in all other degrees be to her as a husband should be to his wife, and all other forsake for her, and hold the only to her to thy life's end?" he asked Damon.
"I will." Damon smiled at Elena, who simply blushed.
The Archbishop turned to Elena. "Vis habere hunc virum in sponsum, et illi obedire et servire, et eum diligere et honorare, ac custodire sanum et infirmum, et sicut sponsa debet sponsum: et omnes alios propter eum dimittere, et illi soli adhaerere, quamdiu vita utriusque vestrum duraverit?" he said before translating. "Wilt thou have this man to thy husband, and to be buxum to him, serve him and keep him in sickness and in health, and in all other degrees be to him as a wife should be to her husband, and all others forsake for him, and hold thee only to him to thy life's end?"
"I will." Elena smiled as she and Damon turned to each other to repeat their official vows as they placed their rings on each others finger.
"I Edmund Spicer, Earl of Hallamshire, take thee Lady Elena Gilbert. to my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death us depart, if holy Church will it ordain; and thereto I plight the my troth." he said as they held hands.
"I Elena Gilbert. take thee Edmund Spicer. to my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to be bonoure and buxum in bed and at bord, till death us depart, if holy Church will it ordain; and thereto I plight thee my troth." Elena said at Damon almost transfixed.
The Archbishop declared Damon and Elena husband and wife, although in truth he had declared Elena to be married to a dead man, thus the marriage was null and void. However on the surface, it had all of the qualities of the perfect wedding.
Next came the feast, which was truly magnificent. The King had decided to mix the eve of lent festivities with the marriage celebrations. This was held in the Great Hall, which Henry didn't usually use himself, however as this was a banquet an exception was made.
Each course was entertainment in itself. One pie was made into the shape of a castle. A standard pigeon pie had white doves inside which flew out when cut. Meats of every variety were shared, venison, pigeon, pork, beef, swan, peacock and lamb. The dessert was just as fine with a large decorative tree made of marzipan, which Damon noted would have gone down well on Bake Off The Professionals. Various wines were served throughout the meal, ensuring some of the guests were a little tipsy by the end, although Damon and Elena only drank or ate small amounts. Music was provided once again by the talents of Mark Smeaton, this time he was playing the lute.
Once the meal was over, time had come for the bedding ceremony. Damon hoped Elena would understand his reluctance to consummate the marriage in the most basic way, however he had an idea which he suspected would help when they finally married properly in just over a week.
Damon and Elena returned to Damon's chambers followed by the entourage who were to ready them to consummate the marriage. First of all the Archbishop had to bless the marriage bed, which like every Catholic ritual at the time, seemed to take forever. Once he had done, Elena went to her side of the bed and Damon to his. Them men, led by George Boleyn as he was Damon's head groomsman, stripped Damon down, leaving him wearing just his tunic. On the other side of the bed, Elena was stripped down to her shift. All the while, they drank spiced wine and the banter in the room was jovial. Although Henry stayed to join in, he didn't do any stripping as he wasn't a groomsman and undressing another man was beneath him.
Finally came the stocking throwing. They both sat on their retrospective sides of the bed and have their stockings thrown at them. A direct hit suggested the thrower would soon marry. Both Anne and Henry hit Elena and Damon, much to great applause. Once the stocking throwing was over, Damon and Elena climbed into the grand four poster bed, laying next to each other in the most formal fashion before the bed curtains were drawn and the bedroom doors closed, signalling everyone had left the room. Damon popped his head out of the curtains to check they were alone before turning to Elena to propose for a second time.
"Elena Spicer, Countess of Hallamshire. I would like to offer my condolences to the loss of your loss husband Edmund. I'm sure he was a fine man." Damon started. "However I would like to ask you if you will take my hand in marriage and become Mrs Elena Salvatore, daughter in law of the late Rodrigo de Borja?" he asked.
Elena frowned. "I'm not sure the Archbishop would agree to that." she said. "I doubt he would believe Edmund to be dead."
"The marriage between yourself and Edmund is only valid if it was consummated." Damon told her. "Did you consummate your marriage?" he asked.
Elena looked at Damon uncomfortably. "No." she replied. "I'm not sure what you are suggesting."
Damon smiled at her. "I am suggesting a second wedding. This time you will be marrying Damon Salvatore. It would be a spiritual ceremony and I do have someone who will perform it. As I am supernatural, the witches have granted their blessings and would see us wed under a druid ceremony." he explained.
"How?" Elena frowned. "Do you know any druids?" she whispered, realising raising her voice might not be the type of noise expected to be coming from their room.
"I know a druid descendant who can perform the ceremony." Damon told her. "It is similar to handfasting. It is a celebration of nature and our union. On the face of it you will be married to Edmund Spicer in the eyes of the law and of the church. In the eyes of the spirits, we will be wed."
"How long have you been planning this?" Elena raised an eyebrow.
"Since the moment Henry agreed to the marriage." Damon admitted. "So, do you agree?" he asked.
Elena laughed. "Of course. I see that it is important to you that I marry Damon Salvatore, it is important for me too." she nodded.
"Good." Damon took a deep breath. "Because you know that means we can't fully consummate the marriage tonight." he grimaced.
"What?!" Elena whispered wide eyed.
"I'm not saying we can't do anything at all." Damon explained. "But I want our wedding consummated, not this fake one." he sighed.
Elena huffed. "I'd been looking forward to it." she pouted.
"It doesn't mean we can't have fun." Damon smirked. "I have a lot to teach you and often the build up is the best part. We can at least engage in that."
"What do you mean?" Elena asked.
"We can do anything else as long as you are still a maiden. We can easily provide blood for the sheets, and I guarantee you that there will be plenty of stains to measure our fun, if you know what I mean." he said quietly. "And if anyone is outside listening, we won't need to fake anything."
"So there's more to do than what we were already doing?" Elena asked, curious to what Damon meant.
"Elena, that was just the tip of the iceberg. I could have you screaming with pleasure in the next five minutes." he smirked.
"How?" Elena asked.
"Well, to start with, I'm at a disadvantage as I've never seen you naked before, I know you've seen me undressed more than once." he raised an eyebrow as Elena blushed. "I think it is time to remedy that situation, don't you? After all, it is only fair." he said as he got to his knees and pulled Elena up to hers. "But if you feel shy, I'll go first, as long as you undress me. Not as if it would be the first time." he smirked.
Once again Elena blushed. "If you insist." she lowered her eyes, but clearly observing Damon's already growing erection, she looked at his face instead. Elena grabbed the bottom of Damon's tunic and lifted it up. Damon raised his arms to help her as she gingerly pulled it over his head.
"See, it's not too difficult." Damon whispered as he leant down to kiss her chastely on the mouth. "My turn." he said as Elena lifted her arms. So not to make her feel embarrassed, Damon focussed on her face instead of her body as he removed her shift, which was probably one of the most difficult moments of his life. Once she was naked, he gently kissed her on the lips, wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her into him. "Would you like me to open the curtains? I can see perfectly fine, but I know you can't." he whispered.
"Please." Elena nodded as Damon leaned back and opened the heavy bed curtains, letting in cool air, causing Elena to shiver.
"Are you cold?" Damon asked.
Elena frowned. "I'm not sure if I'm cold or nervous." she admitted.
"I don't bite." Damon smirked. "Unless you want me to." Elena laughed nervously. "Do you want to get under the sheets?" he asked.
Elena shook her head. "No!" she said firmly. "I want to see you, all of you." she said with a faint pink tinge in her cheeks.
Damon cupped Elena's cheek with his hand while the other caressed her arm with the back of his hand. "You can touch me wherever you want, I won't break." he smiled. "And kisses aren't just for the mouth." he added as he gently kissed Elena's shoulder, causing her to take in a sharp breath. "Did you like that?" he said softly.
Elena nodded. "Yes." she whispered. "It was nice."
Deciding to be a little more adventurous, Damon gently let his fingers run down the outline of Elena's body, first the left side, then the right. When he reached just under her ribcage she squealed and pulled away. "Ticklish." Damon smirked.
"No!" Elena lied in a high pitch voice.
Damon realised the would be the easiest way to break the ice. He leaned down to her ear. "I think you are." he whispered before attacking her waist trying to find her weak spots.
Elena wriggled, giggling as Damon's tickling assault continued. Soon she became breathless and curled up into the foetal position to try and hide from his menacing fingers. This was what Damon had waited for. Realising she was shy, he had decided to start with the place she would be most comfortable exposing to him, her back.
Elena was curled up, in a ball as Damon's assault on her had finished. She wanted to stretch out but not only was she still shy, she was expecting him to tickle her again. There was a movement on the bed behind her Damon moved her hair, causing her to shudder in anticipation for the next round of ticking, which never came. Instead she felt his lips on the back of her neck with a gentle peck. He kissed her again, but only about an inch further south, he did it again, clearly making his way down her spine, which immediately relaxed her. Damon's hands once more caressed the side of her body, except this time it didn't tickle, he was purposely avoiding the spots which triggered her into fits of giggles. His hand made its way down her hips and began to stroke her thigh which had a new effect on Elena, one she already understood from what Damon had already explained to her. There was a heat in her stomach from his touch which she could only describe as erotic and she knew he was slowly trying to turn her on; it was working.
Temporarily forgetting her shyness, Elena turned over to face Damon, who's head was level with her stomach, which initially surprised her. That feeling quickly wore off as he climbed on top of her as she moved so she was flat on her back. Damon moved up the bed, his body above her with his arms stretched either side of her shoulders. Without thinking, Elena's body seemed to naturally know what to do as she parted her legs to let his hips settle between her thighs. Staring up at him, his blue eyes were dark, something she noticed happened to him whenever they had enjoyed their late night encounters. He'd explained it was a natural reaction to being aroused by her, something which was clearly evident to Elena as his hardness was poking into her belly. She glanced down to see their naked bodies together and suddenly blushed when she realised he'd followed her lead. When she looked back up, he wasn't blushing, he was looking at her in a way she'd never seen before. Although she'd never seen this expression on his face, she knew exactly what it was, pure unadulterated desire. This was the look which destroyed all of Elena's inhibitions; he wanted her, plain and simple, yet he was the one who was going to have to put a stop on how far they went and Elena wasn't sure he was capable of doing that, and from the way she was feeling herself, all she knew was she wanted him inside her, despite her reservations regarding how on earth he would fit.
Elena had a sudden urge to kiss Damon; she lifted her hands to his face and pulled him down towards her. Damon didn't resist, instead he facilitated her. The kiss started off tender, however they quickly deepened it, exploring one another as if it were for the first time, which in some way it was as they had never been physically exposed to one another during a kiss. Elena recognised the tingling sensation between her legs from their evening trysts, yet this was different. They had now been given a freedom to explore one another, to get to know one another in more personal ways and for them to become their most vulnerable self with one another. Elena realised this was a privilege, not a sin.
Damon's hand once more caressed Elena's body, this time when he reached her thigh, he pulled her leg up, allowing her more sensitive parts to touch his body, sending a shock of pleasure up her spine. Elena momentarily broke away from the kiss, arching her back and closing her eyes, delighting in the feel of his skin against hers. How she had survived almost nineteen years without this, she had no idea, but she never wanted it to end.
When Elena opened her eyes to return to the kiss, Damon had moved on. He was already sliding down the bed and began to attack her neck. Elena's body went limp as she decided to let him do whatever he wanted. She trusted him completely and knew he only wanted to make her feel good, and considering he had five hundred years of practice, she suspected he was extremely competent. Suddenly a stab of jealousy his her, Damon had shared his bed with thousands of women, Elena had even witnessed part of that herself. She wondered how she would fare in comparison. Ironically, the only woman Elena couldn't feel jealousy towards was Sarah. Damon had truly loved her and her death was tragic. For Sarah, Elena felt a kinship as they were the only women Damon had ever loved, while the others were for pleasure.
Elena was brought back to reality when she felt Damon's warm tongue circling her nipple. She drew in a sharp breath of shock as this was not something she was expecting. "Why are you suckling like a newborn babe?" she asked.
Damon looked around the room and then rested his chin between her breasts. "I do not see any newborn babes. And I'm certainly not letting these go to waste." he added before placing her breast in his mouth and sucking her nipple, which for some reason sent more heat flooding between her legs. Elena moaned at the sensation which appeared to put a smile on Damon's face. Damon cupped the other breast and began to play with it's nipple with his thumb and forefinger, hardening it and and sending more waves of heat between her legs.
Once Damon had finished with Elena's breasts, his kisses moved down her belly until he was just above her pelvis. He looked up at her with a begging expression on his face. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes." Elena nodded.
"I want to taste you." Damon whispered.
"My blood?" Elena asked.
"No." Damon shook his head and stroked his fingers along Elena's folds. "Here." he explained.
"Why?" Elena asked, confused.
"It is God's most sacred of places. It is where all life is created. I want to worship at its alter." he said seductively. "This is my holy communion." he added, to which Elena merely nodded. Her heart began to beat wildly with a mixture of fear and erotic anticipation. She had seen Damon perform this action on another woman and the whore had seemed to be enjoying herself, although she doubted he was worshipping her, he was simply enjoying torturing her.
Damon settled his head and shoulders between her legs. Elena watched as he licked his finger before gently circling the sensitive spot which she now knew was her clitoris, or clit for short. The sensation was incredible, far better than the blind fumbling they were used to. The look of concentration on Damon's face was fascinating to her. She knew he was drawing a mental map of every part of her body and exactly how each piece of flesh responded to his touch. Elena closed her eyes and took in the delightful pleasure of his machinations. She moaned at the tenderness, yet deep inside she desired more, it was not enough. Clearly Damon must have known as she felt his warm tongue against her, almost burning her skin in the most delightful way. Elena's eyes flew open and looked at him in shock. She hadn't expected this sensation. In response, Damon stared back up at her and pulled her folds apart and slowly ran his tongue up the inside of her folds and finishing with her clit. Heat was flooding between her legs as Damon circled her clit with his tongue, before sucking on it.
Inside Elena could feel something happening to her. The wetness she had felt during her orgasms before was already building up. Damon's exploits were setting her on fire, especially when he picked up the pace. Elena's mind was no longer controlling her body. Her legs were wide open, knees bent and raised in the air. Damon pressed down on the backs of her thighs to give him greater access. Elena clasped onto one of the bedsheets beneath her with one hand, and clutched hold of Damon's hair with the other. She felt like she could no longer breath as the heat inside her was becoming too intense.
"I need you inside of me." Elena panted, realising her moth was no longer conscious of it's own behaviour.
She vaguely heard a chuckle when she felt something warm and wet entering her. She looked down and saw Damon using his tongue on her in the way she knew he was supposed to use his cock, driving it as far inside her as he could, while using his thumb to circle her clit.
"Oh my god." Elena squealed as she could feel her impending orgasm building up.
Damon removed his tongue and looked up at her, the veins around his eyes darkening and his teeth extending. Elena shivered with excitement, waiting for whatever he had in store for her. He bit his tongue and inserted it back inside her, which was all it took for the tinder inside her to erupt into a huge ball of liquid fire. Her insides began to furiously contract as his blood sent her into oblivion. Elena lost complete control as her back arched and her body began to shake furiously.
"Damon...oh...oh..." she cried as her mouth formed a silent O as the final and most intense assault of pleasure hit her. Just as she did, she sensed a tiny pricking sensation in one of her folds as Damon began to suck on her clit. She knew he'd bitten her and was drinking her blood, but she didn't care, for her it made it even more erotic.
Damon didn't drink for long, as much as she was still in the last throes of her orgasm, she was coming down from it and he knew it would no longer be comfortable for her. He pricked his finger with his tooth and rubbed his blood over the wound, immediately healing it. He had bitten her had enough to allow blood to run onto the sheet, mimicking the loss of her maidenhead, while having a small taste himself. As her breathing slowed, he made his way back up the bed and rested himself above her, gazing down at the incredulous, yet satisfied look on her face.
"I take it you enjoyed that?" he asked with a smirk.
Elena slapped him on the chest and laughed. "What do you think?" she asked.
"I suppose you thought it was alright. It can't have been that good, the bed is still fine." he raised an eyebrow.
"And what of you?" Elena asked. "What pleasure did it give you?" she was suddenly curious.
"Your pleasure was my pleasure." Damon explained cryptically. "Seeing you fall to pieces like that is an incredible feeling."
Elena thought for a moment, trying to understand how it could affect him like that. As she was confused, she knew there was only one way to find out. Using all of her might, Elena rolled them over so that Damon was on his back. He clearly had no idea what she was going to do, but he didn't say anything and watched with interest as she started to kiss his chest and make her way down to his manhood, which was standing proudly to attention.
Once she reached his hips, she followed the trail of hairs with her tongue. For some reason, she had discovered a new sense of confidence to try whatever she wanted to. As Damon frequently reminded her, he wouldn't break. Instead she knew his tongue against her skin felt good, hence the same should apply to him also. While she was going this, she toke his manhood in her hands and began to pump it as he had taught her during the sausage lesson. She looked up at his face and saw him staring down at her with a wonderment which stirred something deep inside her. All she knew was she wanted to make him come hard and cry out her name as he did.
Elena moved her hand faster, listening out for the telltale sounds of him panting with pleasure, which emerged very quickly. Her next action was the one she had been most concerned about, taking him in her mouth. This was what she was supposed to be doing to the King, a thought which horrified her thinking about Henry in such a way, yet with Damon it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She circled her tongue around the tip and watched as Damon's eyes appeared to almost pop out of his head in shock. Elena relaxed the back of her mouth and took him in as far as she could.
"Fuuuuck..." Damon whispered with pleasure, making Elena want to smile, but she knew she had more important things to do.
Elena bobbed her head up and down, sucking him and pumping him with her hand at the same time. She felt his hand gently grab her hair and guide her to meet his needs. She could feel the veins in his manhood growing as it seemingly got harder and harder. Damon's moans of pleasure became music to Elena's ears, which she found highly erotic.
"Elena...fuck...stop..." Damon cried as he pulled her head away and arched his back. Elena looked up at him to see what was wrong, but the moment the warm fluid hit her breasts, Elena knew. Damon hadn't wanted to spill his seed in her mouth, although she was intrigued to find out what it was like. Elena kept pumping his manhood, more slowly, watching as Damon's face contorted into the expression she already knew to be one of absolute pleasure. Now she understood why Damon had enjoyed doing to her what he did. The pleasure of giving was almost as good as receiving.
Elena climbed up to meet Damon's face as he looked down at his cum which was spread across her chest and frowned. "I really wanted that to go on the bedsheets near the blood spot." he told her as he took a piece of bed cloth and wiped it off.
"Why?" Elena asked.
"The maids will want to check we have spent the night fucking like bunnies. The cum patches are the evidence of activity." he explained. "They need to report it as proof of consummation."
"Oh." Elena grimaced and then smiled. "Well, I guess that means we'll have to do it all over again won't we?" she smirked.
"Quick learner." Damon laughed. "But you'll need to give me five minutes to recover before we can start again." he added.
Elena smiled and nodded. "Of course." she said as she snuggled up into his body while he wrapped his arms around her. Five minutes later, they were both sound asleep.
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