A/N: Obligatory warning / reminder - This chapter contains femslash. Someone was suuuuuper upset about it after last chapter so… I dunno, you can't please all the people all the time but you can put up warnings! For non femslash fans who don't particularly mind reading it but are here for the guys, there's a lot of little sexy references / brief interactions in this update.


-Chapter 11-

Eventually, just as he predicted would happen, Kol began to catch snippets of Nik's conversations with both Rebekah and Caroline and wonder if he wasn't trying to not-so subtly set something up so that Caroline might feed from their sister even one time.

"You really ought to go shopping with Rebekah one of these days, love. She's well acquainted with the best lingerie boutiques in New York…"

Or, Kol's personal favorite so far:

"Rebekah, would you be able to help Caroline out upstairs? She needs to borrow some shampoo. She's in the shower but it's nothing between two girlfriends, right?"

Nik was usually far more crafty in his manipulations and Kol suspected that his flailing attempts had something to do with the fact that trying to set up his lover and his little sister for a one night stand was a very unnatural goal. Which is really why he ought to be consulting with me, Kol thought in huff. I have no qualms about such devious orchestrations! Kol felt sure he could have the two blondes hooking up within an evening. All it would take was plying both girls with cupcakes, tequila shots, an indoor beach party replete with sand and kitty pools, and some Britney Spears karaoke. He knew both Caroline and his sister well enough by now to know that was the kind of sexy little push they would need.

Anyway, color him surprised when finally one of Nik's attempts finally pushed the two women together for some alone-time outside of school and their weekly Netflix sessions.

He didn't mention lingerie this time, he just hands Rebekah his credit card and tells her, "Take Caroline out on me, buy yourself whatever you want."

Rebekah still has the sense to assess her favorite brother suspiciously. "Where's this random act of kindness coming from, Nik?"

"It's for Caroline," he insists and Rebekah seems to buy it. "I've simply lured you into it because shopping isn't exactly high on my to-do list."

And the very next day, when the two girls are off together, Kol has to bite his own lip almost to the point of bleeding to stop himself from making some snarky and knowing comment to them. But this is one of those times where his teasing could disrupt one of Nik's 'important' plans so he restrains himself.

Either way, he can't wait to see how they play it off when they get home.

Because it will be happening. Anyone who's been paying attention to how Caroline's taken control of her new urges and skills the last week can see how quickly she's improved and turned into an enchanting little siren. She still was not fully in control yet, of course, but Kol suspects she's enough to get what she wants on a trip to the mall with relative ease.


And, holy hell, Caroline would have been outright lying if she said she didn't want Rebekah. She'd only ever admitted it to Kol, naturally and, even then, mostly because he made her. Telling Klaus or Elijah wasn't an option as she knew they'd both try to get that final Creator feed for her.

Sometimes she was pretty sure they suspected anyway though.

Rebekah definitely did.

Beyond the moment Caroline had arrived at the door and collapsed in Bekah's arms after almost kissing her — those fateful two weeks ago, which simultaneously felt like months ago and just yesterday — Caroline hadn't even sort of tried anything with the blonde Original. Rebekah had made it abundantly clear at the time, hadn't she? Despite whatever delicious things Kol might promise her in bed about Rebekah liking other blondes and giving great head, she was guarded around Caroline. Besides, half the things Kol said had to be made up for the sake of dirty talk, right?

But Caroline had made an effort to officially become friends with Rebekah. She wasn't an idiot, she could see how this situation must have been weird and awkward for Rebekah. From Caroline becoming a sort-of new family member to Rebekah's troubled history with a broken heart leading to creating succubi at all… this was all probably pretty surreal to her, despite what craziness she'd seen as an Original over the centuries. Nevertheless, it was steadily looking like more and more of a permanent arrangement so both women met halfway to start to get to know one another on more friendly terms than they had in the past.

It started with sitting in on a few of Caroline's magic practice sessions and then progressed into watching movies together and, just recently, going back to school and making an effort to include Bekah while she was there.

But then, shortly after the boys had taken her to play in the woods — and then back in the house, and then back out on the patio — she slipped up. Caroline would have guessed her passionate time with the three of them would have left her sated for weeks. Just her luck, though, that's not exactly how being a succubus worked. The need to feed was near constant, especially this early after transitioning, it was just a matter of learning to tamp down her desires. But since the three Mikaelson brothers had left her with enough dirty memories probably for a lifetime that day, she simply couldn't help where her mind would start to creep sometimes.

Including a couple of days later on the couch watching a documentary about The Doors with Rebekah who, it turned out, seriously needed to catch up on her popular culture from some of the decades she was daggered. The Originals liked to pretend they're up to date with modern human popular culture, just as they liked to pretend they're up to date and well informed on anything, but Caroline had learned better after two weeks with them. They were all hopeless anachronisms.

"Jim Morrison was so damn hot," Caroline murmured at the screen.

"I've been told by more than one vampire that knew him back in the day that he was actually an incredibly selfish lover," Bekah remarked.

"Huh," Caroline considered. "I guess that's not super surprising."

They're quiet as they watch for a moment and Caroline begins to wish she hadn't said anything. Even bringing up sex — even in the context of it being bad — had Caroline's mind wandering. Back to Klaus placing perfect open mouthed kisses up and down her thighs while Elijah kept her bent and pulled over the table on their patio by stretching her arms over her head and then pinning them to the table in front of her. Back to Kol leaning overtop of her to let his fangs neatly sink into the flesh of her shoulder blade the same moment she cries out from feeling Klaus reach around to fondle her clit deftly between his fingers.

Bekah could obviously see that her mind had wandered because she was looking at Caroline with a sort of snap out of it! expression. Easier said than done. Wondering about Jim Morrison being a selfish lover had Caroline's head spinning over exactly how opposite her particular romantic and sexual situation was. And the more she started to think about sex, the more flushed her cheeks and the darker her eyes became… she was suddenly able to smell her own sweetness, the scent that would be beckoning one or more of the Mikaelson men around the house to find her if she didn't get control of it soon.

Bekah smelled it, of course, right next to her.

"Caroline? Do you need go find Nik-" the fact that she sounded sympathetic barely registered in Caroline's mind before she launched across the couch to press her lips against Bekah's. Rebekah let out a muffled groan of surprise before… wait, what, she's kissing backnope, she's not!

For the briefest of moments, Caroline had felt Rebekah respond but then she gently pushed Caroline off.

"Okay, you definitely need to go find Nik," was all that, thankfully, Rebekah had to say and she left Caroline alone on the couch.

So yeah, it was safe to say that Bekah at least suspected that Caroline wanted her.

Apparently, though, she was trusting Caroline to pull it together because well under a week later she showed up in the library where Caroline was perusing grimoires, a credit card in her hand.

"Well I do appreciate your dedication to becoming a proper witch," Rebekah began, "I think it's time I've shown you how a Mikaelson woman does shopping."

"You don't need to ask me twice," Caroline replied, snapped the grimoire shut, grabbed her coat and followed Rebekah out the door.


Caroline has never seen anyone spend money like this in her life. They'd just gone to the mall and Caroline expected to come home loaded with bags but Rebekah is actually making arrangements for most of what they buy to be delivered back to their home that day and they're only carrying around items that need to be taken from store to store to matching pieces.

So, inevitably they end up overloaded with shoes and purses first.

Rebekah was possibly the best shopping companion Caroline had ever had and not just because she's backed by mountains of family wealth. No, the two women just shopped well together. They browsed at the same speed, stopped to try on similar amounts, navigated stores the same way, and they both wanted to stop at all the makeup counters to sample too much perfume. Hell, they even had similar taste over tiny things like what kind of stitching they like on their leather purses to when peplums are acceptable on a shirt to how much statement necklace is too much statement necklace. They couldn't exactly specify the nuances to that last one, they both just went on gut feeling when first seeing the necklace but, they always agreed.

And, most surprising of all, Bekah also seemed to be reaching out to offer advice on Caroline's relationships and grow more comfortable with the idea herself. At the shoe department, Bekah started offering up all sorts of helpful suggestions.

"These and these," Rebekah pointed out for Caroline to the saleswoman helping them who'd just gotten their sizes, "The Louboutin Bille Et Boule in pink and the red patent leather Jimmy Choo peep-toe pumps." In addition she asks for a couple things to be pulled for her as well and they both go back to browsing while they wait.

Both of the shoes are dangerously high contraptions but Caroline manages it with ease; she'd always been good in heels but apparently her succubus powers also included super-poise because she walks in these things like they were made specifically for her. The Louboutins are are funky, part transparent and part pink suede and entirely covered in sharp studs, the fashion world's approximation of punk.

"Kol will absolutely adore those," Rebekah assures her and it's true that Caroline can imagine him trying to work these into some ridiculous costume for role playing. But more of her mind is focused on how touched she is that Bekah is reaching out about her relationship with her brothers; it's almost like the kind of move someone might make when trying to get to know their soon to be sister-in-law. Not an entirely accurate analogy, given the complexity of their particular situation but it's got the same feeling to it nonetheless.

Caroline offers her own advice to Bekah, who has no clue what Matt Donovan would go for, and helps her pick out a different pair of deep burgundy Jimmy Choo's with the advice that Matt always seemed to prefer women dressed subtly like dominatrixes. Rebekah seemed to mull over the advice with interest. Caroline had to mentally cursed herself, though, and disguise the breath that caught in her throat. Now she couldn't stop picturing Bekah in those shoes, dressed like a dominatrix.

When she switched out the Louboutins for the red Jimmy Choos, Rebekah appraised them, looking satisfied.

"Have you ever seen a more perfect pair of red shoes in your life?" Caroline grinned.

"They look great on you," Rebekah agreed. "And I'm more than certain Elijah will approve as well."

Caroline blushed at that but laughed anyway. Well, as long as she and Elijah were still managing to be unable to snag any alone time, part of her felt bad at the prospect of teasing the man. Then again, maybe it would force him to the point of making time for them, even at the risk of upsetting Klaus a little. By this point Caroline knew they'd both ultimately be forgiven, she was pretty damn sure of that.

"Oh god and these, the Tom Ford padlock pumps. Caroline, you have to get these," Rebekah said, picking up yet another pair with four-inch heels from one of the expensive displays and gesturing to the sales associate. This pair was black patent leather with straps that loop low around the ankles and a small matching padlock and key attached to the buckle. "If Elijah sees you in these, he might actually have a heart attack which, as you well know is impossible. You should wear those home, that will actually be entertaining to witness; you know how rarely he loses his composure."

Caroline looked between the padlock pumps now on her feet and the towering shiny red Jimmy Choos, both of which Rebekah had said Elijah would love.

"Why do I feel like there's something you know about Elijah that you're not telling me?" Caroline asked suspiciously.

Rebekah just returned her the look with one of confusion, "What are you talking about? Surely you've…" Suddenly she trailed off, when she began to realize that maybe Elijah and Caroline hadn't been hooking up without Nik's permission. He wasn't Kol after all. "You know what? I'm not going to ruin the surprise."

Caroline opened her mouth prepared to pepper the other blonde with more questions but Bekah resolvedly mimicked pantomiming zipping her lips shut. Knowing full well how stubborn she could be, Caroline decided to pick her battles and move on.

"What about Klaus? What would he like?" Caroline asked.

Rebekah scoffed, "I'm pretty sure you could wear…. hmm, I'm sure I can think of something more creative than that 'old sack cliche' here. Ah, I have it! I'm pretty sure you could be wearing a startlingly accurate costume of Tyler Lockwood and he'd still be weak in the knees at the sight of you."

"A little confused too, I'd hope," Caroline replied, frowning comically at the image in her head. Bekah laughed at her expression.

"Honestly, though? Nik will like whatever puts the biggest smile on your face so just go pick out what you want," Rebekah encouraged.

And then they both promptly picked out all they wanted and then some, because, Caroline would later maintain, Rebekah was a bad influence in excess.


After leaving the store with over a dozen bags and purses each — and it was only the first store, god — they decided to take a quick break to grab coffee and something to eat. Sitting at a little plastic table in the middle of a mall packed with humans, Caroline could almost convince herself that she and Rebekah still were human themselves.

"Can I ask you something?" Caroline started softly, looking down into her drink and not at Rebekah.

"Of course," Rebekah replied, instantly sounding so nice and Caroline still couldn't really figure it out. This wasn't just something she'd started doing since Caroline had moved on. Rebekah had been uncharacteristically kind to her ever since she arrived the first night in the middle of transitioning.

"When I first came to your house two weeks ago… you were so nice to me," Caroline said, going straight to the heart of it and finally looking up at Rebekah. "It makes sense that we're both becoming friends now that I'm living with you but why were you so nice to me that night?"

Rebekah shrugged, like it was obvious, "I think part of probably suspected from the moment I saw you what had happened. Creating succubi was probably hardest on me… I was heartbroken and the others, included Kol, were just angry. When I saw you transitioning… well, I guess I caught up in the same nonsense Nik and Elijah always are. I felt guilty. I felt like we'd done that to you."

Caroline nodded but felt the need to reassure Bekah, "You know that I'm happier now, right?"

"Really? You are?" Bekah asked sounding unsure. They had invented succubi as a cursed existence.

A true genuine and broad smile broke out on Caroline's face as she thought about her answer, "Yes. I really am. I love your family." She wasn't quite ready to address any of them on that individual and very personal level of 'I love you' quite yet but Caroline already knew she had developed an unbreakable bond with the family as a whole. After so many years of looking after herself, looking after Elena, and flat out being overlooked by most of the people around her… she was finally surrounded by a family who just wanted to invite her into their fold and care for her. "This just feels so right. I can't explain it."

"I'm glad," Rebekah said finally and sincerely, before quickly brushing off the tender moment with a light joke. "I mean, after all, it's about time I had another woman around the house. I've been stuck with these three blokes for centuries."

Caroline laughed, knowing it was all bluster. Rebekah cared for her brothers very deeply and they for her. That was another thing that had attracted Caroline to her new place within their family, the loyalty that came from being a Mikaelson. It was undeniably reassuring and comforting. For as many times as they'd all put each other through hell, they'd be damned if they let anyone else threaten them.

"Does it ever make you uncomfortable?" Caroline asked next, getting very serious again.

"No more so than any sibling is when they know what their family is up to in the bedroom," Rebekah said. "Probably significantly less. I've been with my brothers for over a thousand years. Sometimes daggered, sometimes not, sure but it's a millennia during which we've all stayed young and attractive and sexually active. Sure, there are inevitably times when we step on each other's toes or even fight over people… but mostly there isn't anything that we haven't seen anymore. Nothing we haven't weathered together… We're a hard family to shock, Caroline, and an even harder one to tear apart."

All of a sudden, Caroline felt like she was letting out a deep sigh of relief that she'd been holding in since she'd transitioned. She was so glad she'd finally worked up the nerve to talk to Rebekah about this. Her perspective had turned out to be invaluable.

"I kind of got that feeling," Caroline admitted. "But it's good to have it confirmed. I've been worrying a lot… about everything. I try not to but I just do."

"If you didn't, you wouldn't be Caroline and half the reason Nik worships you is because he finds your particular brand of neurosis endearing," Bekah sneered but her eyes were smiling. "I can' say he's not wrong."

"Aw, Rebekah!" Caroline cried, feeling genuinely touched.

"Shut up, stop turning me into a sap!" Rebekah teased before finishing her coffee. After giving Caroline a minute to process everything she'd just said, "You know, for the record, Kol might not feel guilty about you transitioning or even creating succubi in the first place but he does care about you. A lot more than he lets on. I can tell."

"Yeah?" Caroline asked, this time it was her turn to feel skeptical. After all, she'd fed from Kol, tasted snippets of his thoughts and feelings; she'd never sensed anything more than lust and the first signs of friendship there. "I'm not so sure about that. Anyway, I've been eyeing our next target for too long now. Let's go to Vicki's." Caroline gestured a few stores down to a massive Victoria's Secret.

"Victoria's Secret?" Rebekah asked in a huff. "Please, I don't shop for lingerie at a common franchise. Shoes, fine. Purses, fine. You can pick up designer anywhere these days. But there's a nice little lingerie boutique not 15 miles east of here we could go to-"

"One day, I very much intend to drag you out to these super fancy places you're always talking about but come on Bekah," Caroline pleaded, noticing when her companion smiled just barely at the use of a nickname. "Vicki's is great! Every girl needs a trip every now and then!"

"You mean you've been to this stripper costume store more than once?" Rebekah asked with a judgemental eyebrow quirk.

Caroline ignored the bitchy comment — she knew Rebekah well enough now to know that her bitchiness was often just a form of somewhat abrasive humor — and began pointing to the storefront window excitedly, "Look! They have a new selection of 'Very Sexy' silk bustiers. It says 'very sexy' right in the advertising, doesn't that sound like something we need in our arsenal?"

Rebekah laughed at that and nodded in acquiescence, "Alright, we'll take a quick look. But only because you've won me over by referring to my lingerie collection as an arsenal."

"I thought you might like that!" Caroline responded cheerily and they both strode into the massive lingerie store.

"Well, this certainly is… something," Rebekah conceded when they stepped in. "This might as well be a street bazaar from the 15th century but specifically dedicated to women's undergarments."

"See? I told you that you'd like it," Caroline said. "Come on, you need to get something to match those white velvet heels you got. Who says you have to be a bride to shop in the bridal section?"

Ultimately they compelled the dressing rooms to themselves, leaving many a frustrated woman to make her purchases without seeing how it fit but at least Caroline and Rebekah were going to have fun. The dressing rooms had a long aisle running up and down its length almost like a red carpet with a beautiful mirror at one end so they were going to have a fashion show.

"I mean, the material is so cheap," Rebekah complained from one dressing room over. "But… well now that I've actually got it on properly I have to admit it looks nice."

"I'm excited! One second I'm almost done," Caroline replied.

They opened their dressing rooms together a second later and walked out to assess their choices.

Caroline felt the air rush out of her lungs at the site of Rebekah. She'd picked out a white lace teddy, with deep cut-outs in the sides that left plenty of smooth skin visible, embellished with velvet ribbon to compliment the shoes she'd put on with it. The lace was so thin that Caroline could very clearly make out Rebekah's nipples and the exact curve of her breasts through the material. Her blonde hair was cascading over one shoulder and Caroline couldn't stop her eyes from falling to Rebekah's lips, perpetually always pouted out so enticingly.

"You look gorgeous," Caroline said, unabashedly. She was pretty sure her tone was officially pushing the limit of just friendly now but she didn't care.

Caroline had also come out in a teddy, wearing the studded Louboutins that she'd gotten to wear for Kol. Hers was also lace, but hot pink with a thick satin red ribbon crisscrossing over it from front to back, tying the piece shut around her neck in a halter. It had a plunging neckline that left her cleavage well exposed.

Rebekah was tracing her eyes over Caroline's form as well. Caroline thought she saw just a flash of desire in Rebekah's eyes but it was gone too quickly to be sure.

"Well, what do you think?" Caroline asked, her voice noticeably thick. "Is it a good match?"

"It looks perfect," Rebekah concluded. "I say we get both, next outfit?"

"Of course!"

Sequestered safely in the privacy of her dressing room — that was a laugh, just a few inches of flimsy dressing room wall separated the two of them — Caroline let out a shaky breath as slowly and quietly as possible. Just seeing Rebekah like that, getting a long look at her beautiful chest and wanting to see it heave as they pleasured each other, almost turned Caroline into a puddle on the spot. Her core was already pulsing in anticipation of relief. She wasn't sure she'd be able to control herself without feeding before they got home at this point.

Little did she know, right on the other side of the wall, Rebekah was pressed against the surface of the wall trying to do the very same thing… steady herself, regain control of her breathing, and get a handle on her arousal. She'd been watching Caroline ge undeniably more and more inviting each day since she'd arrived for two weeks now but Rebekah hadn't consciously realized until this moment that it had been harder on her to avoid the succubus than she'd admitted. But now, seeing Caroline dressed like that and looking at her like that… made Bekah wetter than anyone else had in quite some time. She pushed herself off the wall. She had to get out of this teddy at least and put on something less restricting.

Fuck, Caroline knew what it was like to have her aching breasts pressed into the solid chests of Klaus, Elijah, and Kol — nipples taut, begging to be sucked — but now she couldn't get her mind off of how it might feel to press into Rebekah. What would she feel like? How soft would she be? What would it be like to have their nipples growing rigid against each others?

Caroline let out a pained let half-moan, half-pant, biting her own hand to muffle the sound. Fuck the panties were getting wet. That meant she had to buy, them, right?

She heard Bekah's door open and a pair of heels walking down the aisle between the dressing rooms. "Alright, where are you? I think I like this more," Rebekah called from the other end of the dressing room, over by the mirrors.

Did her voice sound strained? That had to be Caroline's imagination. She hurried into another outfit, throwing on an a simple red chiffon baby doll over the red pumps she'd gotten with Elijah in mind.

Caroline stepped out to where Rebekah was facing away from, looking at herself in the mirror. Bekah had also put on a baby doll — black to go with one of the pairs of dominatrix shoes Caroline had picked for her — but hers was completely see through, giving Caroline a complete view of her curvaceous ass only covered by a threadbare scrap of thong.

She couldn't help it, Caroline could feel herself slipping into that familiar tunnel vision as she started to hunt without thinking. She would never make Rebekah do anything she didn't want to but god, she at least had to try and make a move. She wanted to taste her so very badly.

Rebekah turned when she heard Caroline and, this time, she was the one to immediately feel an ache of desire blossom within her core. She had wanted Caroline before but now the girl was directing the full intensity of her succubus powers on her… and it was fucking hot. She could see how hard and tight Caroline's nipples were beneath the flowing red fabric. She could smell her ethereal ambrosiac scent and feel the powerful tug of Caroline's own very real desire beckoning her closer.

"Bekah…" Caroline let out in a desperate low plead. She would get down on her knees and beg for her if she had to, she had no qualms about that.

Rebekah didn't make her, though. Just as anxious, Rebekah had vamp sped in front of her and had her backed into one of the dressing room in the time it took her name to tumble from Caroline's lips. Caroline felt her back slam into one of the walls of the pressing room and then Rebekah kissed her.

She let out a muffled moan of surprise, mostly at how quickly Rebekah had taken control of the situation right out of Caroline's hands and put it into her own. Kissing Rebekah was so different than any man she'd ever been with, demanding just like she predicted and fantasized but so completely soft at the same time. Caroline couldn't help but dart her tongue out for a quick taste of her but Rebekah captured her tongue in her mouth when she did, eliciting a long groan from both of them when they briefly part from the kiss.

For just a second, they stare into each other's eyes, as if comprehending that this really is in fact happening. Caroline is the one to make the next move, reaching up a hand to tug a the ribbons holding together one of the straps of Bekah's babydoll.

"Already desperate to undress me?" Rebekah asked cockily. "This isn't revealing enough for you."

"Bekah please, I want to see you," Caroline all but whined in desire. When she finished untying the strap, one side of the babydoll fell down and one luscious creamy white breast spilled out. Her hand flew up to cup Rebekah instinctively. She'd never been with a woman — not really, practicing kissing did not count — even if she'd fantasized about it on occasion since before she became a vampire. But with Rebekah, all her movements were instinctual.

When she felt Caroline's gentle cupping intensify into rougher caresses bordering on groping, Rebekah finally let out a husky, "Yes, Caroline." Caroline flicked the pad of her thumb across Rebekah's nipple, the same way she knew she liked to be touched herself and Bekah's hips bucked into her.

Their lips reconnected like magnets and behind her, Rebekah blindly kicked the dressing room chair over closer to them. When she had it against the same wall she had Caroline pinned to, she wrenched one Caroline legs up onto to stand on the chair and then repeated the stance herself so that their thighs could meet and, simultaneously, their centers could find relief riding one another's leg. Rebekah started the rhythm, forcing her knee between Caroline's obligingly spread thighs and cursing when she felt how wet Caroline was through her panties and against her skin.

Caroline was quick to respond to the motion, rolling her hips mindlessly to meet Rebekah's forceful but gentle prodding. The motion made her own knee, pressed firmly between Bekah's thighs, begin rocking steadily into the older vampire's increasingly dripping pussy. When she felt Rebekah's moist center on her skin for the very first time, Caroline moaned so loudly that they were forced to break their kiss. Quickly, Caroline muttered a simply silencing spell that Bonnie had taught her to get started on her magic. They didn't need the entire store hearing them even if they did have the dressing rooms to themselves.

Bekah used it as an opportunity to issue an order, "Arms up," she demanded. The second Caroline obeyed, the red babydoll was pulled off of her and thrown carelessly behind them. Rebekah lowered her head to take one of Caroline's noticeably aching nipples between her lips.

The relief was so sharp and so intense that, a few days before, Caroline wouldn't have even been aware if she'd started to feed at this point. But she had a significant amount more practice under her belt now and so her decision to feed from Bekah was a conscious one. She knew how to control the way she pulled energy from people now and, when the white mist of Rebekah's sexual energy started to cloud the air around them, Caroline began drawing it from her in powerful undulating waves that she knows are rippling straight through her partner's body.

Rebekah confirmed this when she lets out a sharp and breathy cry of pleasure — more of a surrender than anything Caroline had ever heard from the female original before — and she begins rutting her slickness against Caroline's knee and thigh in earnest this time.

Caroline was almost too overwhelmed to respond. Feeding from Bekah was a very pleasurable experience, like inhaling the sweetness of a peach while getting a buzz like she'd just smoked something powerful. But through the haze, Caroline's hips unconsciously returned the thrusts of Bekah's hips. With each motion, Caroline could feel her clit being pushed back and forth across Rebekah through her panties and she knew she was close.

But it was Rebekah she felt pulsing against her leg, cumming with a loud "Caroline!" that made her thank herself for learning a silencing spell so early on in her training. One final push of Rebekah's knee had Caroline cumming immediately after; and Rebekah was still riding out her aftershocks on Caroline's thigh.

They stood there together for just a moment, silently panting and leaning into one another for support. But Rebekah had run this for too long now, so now it was Caroline's turn. Using her own super speed and strength — officially stronger than Bekah now, all of them really, which is how they know she's asking them to dominate her; the only time they can ever really restrict her is when they use lilly — she flipped Bekah around so she's against the wall.

Raking over the original's flushed and shaking form, even more lovely now that she's just cum, Caroline undid the second strap of Bekah's black baby doll so now they're both completely topless. She snapped the side of Bekah's g-string in annoyance and stepped away for just a second to remove her own thong. Bekah did the same, quickly stepping out of it.

"Sit down, legs open," Caroline ordered, gesturing to the chair against the wall. Bekah bit her lip, completely silent but also clearly still turned on and ready to go again. So she likes to be dominated too. Caroline could work with that.

Once Bekah was sitting Caroline knelt naked between her legs. She looked up at Bekah through her lashes.

"I want you to play with your tits for me," she told Rebekah. Instantly, Bekah had her hands on herself, obeying like a seasoned sub, surprising for how in control she'd been just minutes before.

So, because she listened, Caroline rewarded her. Her tongue slipped out for just a quick taste of Rebekah at her entrance and their moans overlapped in response. Rebekah felt her pussy clench and Caroline marveled at her taste. She repeated the move, pushing her tongue out in teasing but firm rapid presses, at first against Rebekah's entrance and then against her clit.

"Please, Caroline, I need more," Rebekah begged, her voice trembling with need. "Please, put your fingers inside of me."

Now, Caroline got why everyone was always making her say exactly what she wanted. Because it was unbelievably sexy to hear those types of things fall from a goddess's lips.

When Caroline crooked her fingers inside of Rebekah, she knew she was repeating motions that she's always desperate for herself and apparently they have very similar taste. Rebekah was practically convulsing as Caroline's fingers teased her sensitive walls. The second she'd pushed even a fraction of an inch further inside of her, Rebekah crashed again. Feeling a woman come undone around her hand for the first time, Caroline marveled at the feeling of her fingers being trapped like a vice inside of Rebekah's frantically convulsing cunt while the woman let out a series of strangled curses above her. Between Bekah's legs, she allowed herself to feed just a little bit more, knowing that the gentle pull of her energy will help Rebekah ride out her orgasm.

"Not bad," Rebekah chuckled, "Better than many of the men I've had in my life."

Suddenly though, Bekah had flashed them so their positions were swapped and now Caroline was the one in the chair.

"I'm not sure if you've heard though... " Rebekah continued, kissing up the inside of Caroline's thigh and then slowly down the other, taking much more time than Caroline just had. Almost teaching her with her pointed gaze. "But I do maintain one somewhat legendary status in the Mikaelson household that none of my brothers have ever really forgiven me for beating them out on. I think you know what that is?"

Caroline gasped Rebekah kissed at the lips of her folds, strictly avoiding her slit, her eyes still directed up as she waited for a reply.

"K-kol may have mentioned that you give the best head," Caroline got out finally.

"Trust Kol to be the one to work that into conversation," Rebekah scoffed. "I expect he just finds it amusing. Nik and Elijah were the ones with the real wounded pride after that competition."

"Competition?" Caroline asked, still curious even as Rebekah was now wreaking havoc with her sanity as she spread her lips open with two fingers but only continued to nuzzle into her thigh, taking in her scent.

"Like I told you earlier, when you live together for over a thousand years you become a hard group to shock," Rebekah laughed. "It was just a competition, by the way, it wasn't some girl that stole all our hearts or whatever nonsense Kol led you to believe."

But apparently that was to be the end of the discussion because Rebekah punctuated the thought by abruptly placing the entire flat of tongue against Caroline's core, still spread open wide by her fingers. Licking at her in long, languid strokes that seemed to tease both her entrance and her clit in each passing flick, Rebekah couldn't help but grin when she saw Caroline's eyes shut tightly, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.

She stopped licking only to begin tongue fucking Caroline in earnest now, teasing as deep inside of her as she could reach to tickle the tip of her tongue along her g-spot. That move had Caroline's back arch violently off of the chair and Rebekah reached up an unforgiving hand to push her harshly back down. While she tongue fucked her, Caroline felt two of Rebekah's fingers begin to toy with her clit, rubbing it in rapid circles that shot of sparks of pleasure throughout Caroline's whole body.

"Bekah, I'm going to cum… Bekah!" she cried out sharply, not from beginning to cum but because the blonde had immediately released her clit when Caroline had warned her of her impending orgasm. "What are you doing?"

Rebekah, of course, didn't answer, she just slowed down the lapping of her tongue, easing Caroline backwards from the edge. But when it seemed like the heat of Caroline's desire had waned somewhat, she brought her hand back up to torment her clit again.

Caroline was fully prepared not to say a thing this time and just cum but Bekah sensed it and backed off again. She tortured her like this two more times making Caroline grow more and more frantic.

"Please, Bekah, I can't," Caroline begged. "I need you to let me cum. Please make me cum."

"Alright, alright," Rebekah conceded. "If we were somewhere nicer I wouldn't give in so easily. But since we're in this cheap little lingerie shop…"

Rebekah was quick to work her back up, this time flicking her fingers into Caroline's pussy and sucking her clit into her mouth relentlessly. Because her muscles had been brought to the precipice so many times now, Caroline came fast and with a short bark of a scream.

She lay back against the wall panting hard; so is Rebekah even though it's been awhile since her last orgasm now.

"Well that was fun," Rebekah comments. "Perhaps we should have more Girls' Days Out."

"Oh, I am so on-board," Caroline responded. "But yeah, let's go to one of your fancy boutiques next time."

"We'll compel ourselves the whole store," Rebekah replied with a smile and leaned down to kiss Caroline softly.


They would know. They would know as soon as they both walked back into the house. Very likely, this had been Klaus's hope all along when he sent them out with unrestricted access to his credit card. I mean, it wasn't the most important secret that Caroline had ever tried to keep… it was just neither she nor Rebekah wanted to deal with the inevitable teasing and I-told-you's and probable betting outcomes in the aftermath.

Well, that was really more Caroline's concern. She had a feeling Rebekah would be more than content to gloat over the final compliment Caroline had given her as they collected their things and redressed. Was she sure tha Rebekah gave the best head? Not exactly, mostly they were all just very different… but Rebekah certainly had given her an experience none of the men ever had or could. Either way, Caroline was content to go along with it and claim, at the end of the day, that Rebekah was the best. She seemed like she needed that win.

"We'll never be able to distract them, they'll smell it all over both of us," Caroline lamented.

"I feel confident that we can doll you up enough to distract them," Rebekah said. 'You're going to put on those Tom Ford padlock pumps, put on that some of that lingerie and the new nude dress and you're going to go in there and use your succubus powers until they don't know what hit them and they forget we were ever even at the mall!"

"I really don't think that's going to work!"

"Not with that attitude!"

She had to give Rebekah credit where it was due. At the very least, when the two of them returned home and run first into Elijah, his eyes had immediately — and, yes, as Rebekah had predicted, rather comically — zeroed in on the tiny padlock adorning the buckle of her new stiletto Tom Ford pumps and he'd been basically unable to stop raking his eyes up and down her body since then.

But then Kol barreled into the room and he didn't even have to look at them twice.

"You didn't," he laughed out, the moment he saw them. "Nik they're home!"

Klaus must have heard the unbridled enthusiasm in Kol's tone because he was flashing down the stairs and had Caroline in his arms in seconds, looking her up and down. After one long slow inhale, his face broke out into a successful grin.

"Feeling any stronger today, love?" Klaus asked. She knew it would only be a matter of time until he was taking her to bed to test out the full extent of her succubus power now that she'd fed from each of her creators.

"Oh, shut up!" Caroline scolded. "Don't make fun of me, I know you planned this whole thing!"

"What whole thing?" Klaus asked completely innocently.

"For the record, to anyone who's interested," Rebekah announced casually. "Caroline has confirmed the results of our little wager all those years ago. Didn't we propose something back then? I believe it was double or nothing…"

"Rebekah!" Caroline chided at the exact same moment that both Kol and Klaus were intoning "Caroline?!" at the same time, both incensed that a the prospect of what Rebekah was inferring.

"Oh no, I am not cleaning up any jealousy over this silly little event," Caroline waved them away dismissively.

At least Elijah had the good sense to look exasperated with the display the others were putting on.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of new clothes to unpack and hang up!"


God I love shoes guys. I kind of want to write a "Shoes" chapter sometime that is framed around the idea of exploring the kind of sex each of these pairs of shoes inspired but, that might be overkill. In the context of this fic does that sound like a shoe fetish? It isn't. I just want to own all of the shoes.

I could maybe see Rebekoline spreading the love to some other gentlemen in the future. Like if Enzo made an appearance in the story? I could also maybe see Rebekah and Kol planning something devious together… still staying firmly out of incest territory. (Alright, alright; I'm aware of how ridiculous that sounds; pushing limits but not breaking them!) Any other Rebekoline pairings that jump out at you? I'm not planning on playing out Mabekah for long, consider it dead as of the end of this chapter. Another thing I just don't really see happening is a full-on OT5 orgie. That may be where I draw the line. That and fisting. (These lines you speak of, they seem so… hmm, arbitrary?)

Everyone's suggestions were really nice and will likely all be honored in some form or another. (LilyRosaly, all your fluff suggestions put me in a fluffy mood too!) But for the next chapter, I'm soliciting votes! I'll either be writing a new solo Carlijah chapter, the Klaroline mate-discussion chapter, or a Koroline role playing chapter. I'm equally torn on which would be best suited to come first so I'll default to whichever option of the three most people are into. Please drop a line and let me know!