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).

Warning for explicit sexual content and bloodsharing.

Damon and Elena slept curled up together, entirely naked until the next morning. They were woken by a knock on the door and a cheerful sounding Maud walking in.

"How are the two lovebirds this morn... oh." she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw them both curled up together and completely naked. She did an about turn and walked out of the room. "I saw nothing." she said. "But his majesty would like to meet with you in one hour. So I don't think you've got time for another one, unless you're very quick." she added before closing the door behind her. Damon and Elena looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter.

"Traumatised for all eternity." Damon shook his head.

Elena laughed. "I think more like she's got something to fantasize about for the rest of her life." she said, casting her eyes down on Damon's fully erect manhood. Her eyes lit up. "Maybe we have time to give them the little wet patch after all she smirked. As Damon rolled on top of her and began to kiss her passionately, his hands exploring the shape of her body, while Elena's hands roamed down Damon's abdomen.

Damon pulled away from the kiss and looked at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Best get this part started, but we're going to need to move fast if we don't want to piss off the King." he said as he rolled them over so Elena was leaning down over Damon. "I need you to crawl to the top of the bed and sit on my face!" he smirked as his vampire features appeared and he bit his finger, allowing blood to pool on it's tip, before offering it to Elena, who eagerly sucked it, turning her chocolate brown eyes a shade of amber.

Elena pulled away. "Why?" she asked.

"It will make sense." Damon told her as Elena crawled to the top of the bed. "I need you to put your right leg over my head so you are facing down the bed. And when I say stop, pull up straight away." he added, helping her climb over him. As soon as she did, he sucked on her clit, initially causing Elena to squeal, however she realised what he was hinting at, so she bent over put one hand around his manhood while the other was used to balance her.

Elena began to pump his manhood in a far more confident fashion than the previous night. His sausage lesson had been fairly accurate, despite size differences, but the method truly worked. However, before Elena was able to put the rest of her newfound practical experience to use, Damon's mouth was all over her; his tongue setting her on fire. Elena nearly collapsed on the bed with ecstasy at the fire burning inside her, but she knew she had to help Damon reach his peak too. Elena pumped his manhood hard, trying to concentrate, which was almost impossible while Damon was turning her into a quivering mess, however she managed to regain some composure and took him into her mouth. Elena thought she felt Damon's fingertip inside her, followed by his tongue, which he'd clearly bitten because the familiar sensation of his blood around her womanly parts told her she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"Oh fuck." she whispered, before trying to regain her concentration, but it was no good. Instead all she could do was pump him hard while his tongue toyed with her, bringing her to her peak. Her body was going numb and she could feel the onslaught of her orgasm as she felt a small prick on the folds, which sent her spiralling into depths of pleasure. Just as she felt her own orgasm take hold, she heard Damon's voice behind her.

"Elena, yes...fuck...ah..." he cried as she felt his seed spill on her hands and subsequently on the bedclothes.

In the meantime, Elena's insides were contracting, while her body on the outside was shaking, she couldn't hold her weight any longer and collapsed on top of Damon, who was already coming down from his high. The dying embers of her own orgasm soon faded and she lay on her stomach completely spent for a moment until she heard Damon's voice behind her.

"Nice view." he said as Elena turned her head to see his head poking up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Nice bum." he added to which Elena rolled off him and laughed.

"I suppose we should get ready, we don't want to be late for the King." Elena sighed as she threw her shift over her body, while Damon put his tunic on and headed to the privy.

"I'm sure he'd be understanding if he knew why we were late." he called out, while clearly taking a piss, before washing his hands in the bowl and heading back to the bed.

Elena shook her head. "His Majesty is not that gracious." she said as she wandered into the privy herself. "Why do we need to meet with him?" she asked as she returned, also washing her hands and drying them on the cloth next to the bowl.

"His Majesty is presenting us with our wedding gifts." Damon explained. "Most of our things have already left for Norton Hall. So let us hope they are not too large." he said as he wrapped his arms around Elena and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I think you should head to your room as I suspect Maud is waiting to ready you for the meeting." he added.

"Alright." Elena agreed, leaving Damon alone to have his blood breakfast and read any news updates from Bonnie. The bargueño was the last thing to be packed and Damon knew he was going to have to make his own way for blood until he got to Swarby Manor. He checked the drawer for any letters and found one from Bonnie.

2nd March 2020.

Dear Damon,

Congratulations on your marriage. I'm sure you thoroughly enjoyed your wedding night. I don't want any sordid details.

On to more pressing matters and your memory loss. I have talked it over with Esther and we think it could be one of two things. Either you have inadvertently changed something in your future, which I highly doubt as none of the history books we have been looking at suggest any changes, or the spirits have decided to stop you from knowing your future to protect you. As such I am limited in what information I can give you, even though you only knew a little. Circumstances will allow you to return on 8th November 1532.

What I can tell you is that I will be supplying the fertility potion,but not until next January. Elena will not become pregnant until next year, so my suggestion is relax and enjoy married life. Enjoy your freedom.

I haven't given a proper update about the new virus for a while, but I think I now should. The virus which started in China is now spreading all over the world. It is called Covid-19, a coronavirus which spread from bats and ended up in a wet market in Wuhan, China. They tried to contain it by locking down the entire city, which eventually contained it, but it was too late as people had already left for Chinese New Year before the lockdown. Things are now really bad in Italy, they have a high number of cases, especially in the Lombardy region. So far they have recorded 1,694 cases and 34 deaths. So far we've only had 35 cases in the UK, but I fear it is going to get far worse. If cases soar out of control, I think the government will put the country into some state of lockdown like China. Esther has a plan for us here, we are to stay at the small village facility which has been set up for emergencies. Only essential staff will remain, myself included. I will be taking Charlotte with me to the village, it is the safest place for her to be. Valerie is getting excited as she can't wait to babysit. I'll be taking hormone tablets so I can breastfeed her myself. My heart goes out to Lucy, it can't be easy handing your baby over to someone else. The birth certificate has been adjusted to ensure my name is registered as the natural mother. Hopefully it might throw the Heletian witches off the scent for a while.

Oh, by the way, we are to have a new member of the team, your friend Enzo. He is going to help out and train up in case we need someone like you for a mission while you are in Tudor times. Esther says he's really hot and will give you a run for your money with the ladies, although I suspect you won't ever look at another woman now you are with Elena. As she knows about the future, it would be nice to occasionally have a letter from her too. Just so she can have a whinge to someone who knows you well, when you are pissing her off. ;)

Good luck on your trip back to Norton Hall, I've sent over a micro-chest, place your finger on the button on the side and it will grow into a full sized chest with a hidden chiller compartment. You can stock that with about 30 bloodbags and probably fill the rest with books or jewels or whatever. Write when you get back.

Love you

BonBon x

Damon sighed, he missed Bonnie a lot and wished she and Elena could meet, he knew they'd get on like a house of fire, but he suspected fate wouldn't allow it. Bonnie's letter suggested it was better to not know the exact details of their fate other than Elena wouldn't get pregnant until next year and Damon would be returning to the future on 8th November the following year, which meant he and Elena would be separated, a thought which sent a dagger through his heart, unless Elena was to return with him to the future, although he did remember making a promise to Maggie in that regards. Damon was torn, he didn't know what to do. He threw the letter in the fire and watched it burn before picking up the micro-chest to inspect it. Damon pressed the button at the side which was actually a large rivet; it grew into a full sized chest, so Damon opened it. Inside it was lined with blue velvet, however Damon could spot the false floor, something which would not be visible to the human eye. Just as he closed the lid there was a knock on the door and Matthew walked in with clothes in his hand, casting a beady eye over the messy bed.

"Don't worry, the marriage was consummated." Damon rolled his eyes.

"I think the whole fucking palace got the message last night, and this morning." Matthew laughed.

Damon frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"You two were loud." Matthew laughed. "I need to know what you were doing so I can please my Hannah like you pleased Countess Hallamshire, mi'lord." he added.

Damon smirked. "Sometimes Matthew, the tongue is mightier than the sword, if you get my meaning."

Matthew thought for a moment. "Bloody hell, you two wasted no time." he pressed his lips together, trying to contain his laughter. "Anyway, onto more serious business, you've got half hour to be presentable for the King and not smell of sex." he grimaced as Damon walked over to the bowl where he would wash his body.

He took his soap and dipped it in the water and began to lather it up. "Any news on the Gilbert's?" he asked Matthew.

"I know Lord John gave the King something which he'd been after. Although by all accounts Lord John was none too pleased about it. Then the King introduced him to Lord Stockbridge, I think it is to marry Lady Katherine. I don't think she'll like that much. He's old and fat, and he smells of horse shit." Matthew laughed.

Damon grinned. "Oh dear, what a pity." he said mockingly. "At least she'll have money and if she's already with a babe, she'll at least know it will be Suffolk's bastard, although it will inherit Stockbridge's wealth. Thankfully they'll be in Gloucester, which is far enough away from me." he smiled as Matthew helped him into his clothes.

"There, good as new." Matthew smiled at Damon. "Do you think you'll be taking up a mistress back up at Norton Hall?" he asked.

"And why on earth would I do that?" Damon raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to have my hands full with Elena." he smirked.

"Well, you know, when she's with child and all. You might want to think about dipping your wick elsewhere." Matthew shrugged.

Damon shook his head and whispered into Matthew's ear. "Pregnant women have an even healthier sexual appetite than normal." he pulled away to see the shock on Matthew's face. "In any case, I think we ought to wait for a while. Enjoy married life, maybe a year or so." he shrugged. "Well I'm ready, we are just waiting for my wife." he added.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and Elena entered looking stunning dressed in red and black. Damon held out his elbow and Elena wrapped her arm in his. "Are we ready to see the King, Countess?" Damon asked.

"I am ready My Lord husband." Elena smiled as they set off to see the King in the Presence Chamber.

When they arrived, courtiers were already milling around, dealing with the business of governing and gossiping, which was often the same thing. Henry was sat on an ornate chair, under a canopy at the end of the room, which was carpeted, something which was quite unusual for the day. Damon and Elena made their way towards Henry, but stopped shy of the canopy, where Damon bowed and Elena curtsied.

"Edmund, good to see you." the King said heartily. "My spies tell me you and your lovely wife spent a pleasurable evening together."

Damon could see Elena turning beetroot red out of the corner of his eye and part of him wanted to kill Henry there and then for upsetting Elena, however he bit his lip and smiled. "We spent a great deal of time getting to know one another Your Grace." he replied, bowing his head.

"My Lady." Henry turned to Elena. "I hope you are most satisfied with your match?" he asked.

Elena blushed even harder. "I am, Your Grace. Edmund is a most kind and giving husband." she lowered her eyes.

"That is most good news." Henry clapped his hands together. "Now, I must give you something." he said, getting up. "Follow me." he instructed for them to follow him into the Privy Chamber. The door closed behind them and Sir Henry Norris appeared before them with a box. Henry opened it, inside it contained a large black pearl. "Is this the one?" Henry asked.

Damon inspected it. The pearl matched the painting he had seen where the woman he now knew to be Elena was wearing it. "It looks like it to me." Damon nodded looking to Elena. "Is that it?" he asked.

Elena peered inside, closed her eyes and touched it. "It is." she said, opening her eyes.

Damon frowned. "Why did you need to close your eyes?" he asked.

"There is a small bump which is invisible to the eye. I have to close my eyes to feel for it as the bump is tiny." she explained, looking at Damon wide eyed, suggesting she wasn't telling him everything.

"Well my Lord Hallamshire, that is the promised dowry from Lord Gilbert, the little shit. I promised to pay the rest." Henry said as he handed Damon a large box of gold coins.

"Thank you Your Grace." Damon bowed.

"There is something else." Henry said. "Early next year, I will be visited by the artist Hans Holbein the Younger. He is to paint a portrait of me and Anne. I would like to send him to Norton Hall on a commission to paint portraits of you both as a wedding gift." he offered, to which Damon and Elena looked at each other in stunned joy.

"Thank you Your Majesty." Damon bowed his head. "I am most grateful to your kind gift." he said truthfully.

Elena curtsied and bowed her head. "Your Majesty is most kind and gracious. I am eternally grateful for your thoughtful and wonderfully personal gesture." he smiled.

Henry smiled. "If I weren't in love with Lady Anne, I'm sure I could easily fall for the charms of your beautiful wife." he said as Henry took Elena's hand and kissed the back of it, making her blush. "If you do get bored with the Earl and I am bored with Anne once she has become my wife, I wouldn't be entirely opposed to making your acquaintance a little more intimately." he winked.

"You honour me with such a wonderful compliment, Your Grace." Elena bowed her head and continuing to blush. "However I cannot believe for one moment your heart will ever stray from Lady Anne, she is so kind, charming and graceful. I would hope she would provide you with such companionship that you should never feel bored with her." she replied.

Henry looked at Damon and laughed. "Such an innocent, who is wholesome and endearing to a fault. She has much to learn." he said.

"She is a fast learner." Damon looked at Elena proudly. "I cannot imagine a day when Elena or I would become bored with our marriage."

"Hmm." Henry raised an eyebrow. "You might change your mind after almost twenty two years." he sighed. "Well, methinks I am holding you up from your travels. Lord Stockbridge has arrived at court." he looked at Damon knowingly.

"Thank you Your Majesty. You have been most kind. It has been a pleasure working for you here at the palace." Damon bowed his head.

"I shall meet you outside in the courtyard. I would like to see what Lord Stockbridge has brought for me to examine." he said, leading them out of the Privy Chamber and back to the Presence Chamber. He waved them away, so they could return to their chambers to ready themselves to leave that afternoon.

It was just after midday when Damon and Elena met the King outside in the courtyard. Damon had gone ahead first as he was helping to organise the leaving procession, although most of their belongings were already en-route to Norton Hall. A second procession had left first thing that morning with most of their clothes and Damon's bargueño, leaving them with just the people, a few basic changes of clothes, some food and a small amount of personal items, including the pearl which Damon had kept hidden in one of Bonnie's shrinking boxes, which was sewn into his codpiece. Damon had another reason for wanting to be in the courtyard before Elena. He had her wedding gift waiting for him, a beautiful white mare with a grey mane and tail which he decided ought to be called Lady Guinevere after the wife of King Arthur.

When Elena arrived, ready to depart, she was wearing heavy furs as it was still early March and the weather had yet to warm up. Maud followed, helping Elena along the way. Damon walked up to her and took her gloved hands and kissed the backs of them.

"I have something for you." he smiled as Elena looked around; Maud shrugged as she knew nothing of Damon's plans. "Come with me." he said, leading her to the stables, where the King was waiting, inspecting the horses.

"Edmund, my disappearing Earl." Henry called out as Elena looked at Damon in surprise. Damon immediately bowed his head towards Henry as did Elena who just about managed to curtsy under the weight of her heavy furs.

"Your Grace." Elena smiled demurely.

"Your Majesty." Damon grinned. "What a pleasant surprise." he added.

"Oh don't lie to the poor girl. A woman can sniff out a lie as well as any dog can sniff a fox. Which Edmund is my marriage advice to you." Henry laughed.

"I will remember your wise words Your Majesty." Damon laughed with the King as a groom appeared with a stunning white horse, to which Elena drew in her breath with awe. Damon and Henry looked at Elena, then at each other and exchanged a knowing smirk. Damon walked over to the groom and took the reigns before walking the horse over to Elena. "Elena, I would like you to meet Lady Guinevere." he said as Elena looked at him in shock.

"She's for me?" Elena's eyes grew wide as Damon nodded. "Oh my goodness, she's beautiful." she gasped as she slowly approached the horse and began to stroke her. "Is she coming with us?" she asked.

Before Damon had the chance to answer, the King appeared with another horse following him. "I thought you might like a Sir Lancelot to go with Lady Guinevere." Henry said as they both took in the might black stallion which followed Henry. "Lord Stockbridge won't be around forever and I doubt his future wife knows a mane from a hoof." he said as Elena nodded in agreement and Henry handed the reigns to Damon. "I would like you to look into breeding horses for me." he offered, to which Damon smiled. This had been his passion as a human and he was getting to live the life he missed out on once more. There was no way he could possibly refuse the King's request.

"I will start having the best breeding stables built up at Norton Hall once I have returned. By then the weather should be coming good enough to make a start." Damon grinned. "I cannot thank Your Majesty enough." he added.

"No need to thank me." Henry smiled. "You did me a favour in proving my love for Anne. You will also be doing me a favour in breeding horses for me. Well, I need to get back to running the country, can't say I'm not a little jealous. There are times I wish I could just retire to the country and breed horses. But duty calls." he said sadly before taking Elena's hand. "Farewell dear Countess. Remember, if you ever get bored..." he winked.

"I will Your Majesty." Elena blushed as Henry kissed her knuckles.

Henry took Damon by the arm and hugged him, thumping him on the back. "I will miss you. Make sure you come back as soon as possible. I might need your help with that idiot Lord John." he smiled as out of the corner of his eye, Damon noticed Elena was busy with Lady Guinevere.

Damon stared at Henry to compel him. "I want you to deal with Lord Gilbert." he said quietly so Elena couldn't hear. "Treason, whatever. Get him locked up in the Tower, never to be let out again. No need for execution, maybe tax avoidance, something to ensure he is not a problem. He is to forfeit his lands and let them pass to his son Jeremiah who will be under my wardship until he is eighteen. Lady Jenny Gilbert will be allowed to live with Lord Jeremiah until he marries where she will be found suitable accommodation with a large pension. Should Lord John meet with an untimely end in the tower, Lady Jenny will be known as Dowager Lady Gilbert. Do you understand?" Damon whispered.

"I understand." Henry said numbly.

"Now forget I told you to do that, it will be your idea." Damon added.

"My idea." Henry nodded as Damon stopped his compelling once he was satisfied the King would obey his command without knowing Damon had forced him to do it.

"I must get going Your Majesty." Damon sighed. "I would like to ensure we are out of London before nightfall. There is a fairly good inn which offers comfortable rooms. I would like to get us there to allow us to set off early in the morning." he smiled.

"Be off with you, the pair of you." Henry smiled, turned around and walked back into the castle. A lump rose in Damon's throat as he knew that in all likelihood, this would be the last time he would lay eyes on the infamous King, who to Damon was at this point a normal man for his time. To him, it was clear the jousting accident Henry would have in 1536 would be the turning point, setting him on the path of becoming the cruel tyrant he became known as.

Damon turned to face Elena. "I think it is time to go home. Don't you?"

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