A/N So, I stopped updating this because, fuck, where else can I possibly go with it? If you have any ideas, hit me up. Also, this story gets WAY more hate than love, so if you want to see more, contradict the troll who keeps calling me a rapist and leave some affection for me. :-*
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"Ma Reine Dominante" means, "My Dominanting Queen." In this chapter, Caroline Tops Stefan at Klaus' behest in order to earn a very special reward I may write if enough people want to read it. ;)
Ma Reine Dominante
"Is two cocks not enough for you?" Stefan chuckled as he lounged in the bath hall in a massive stone jacuzzi with his best friend and lover, Caroline.
The naked blonde rolled her eyes at her keeper. "I didn't say I wanted to blow him personally; I said Enzo needs a blowjob."
"He needs to learn to give one first," the brown-eyed forever teenager laughed. Enzo St. John was a recent addition to the famed L'attrait des Ténèbres, a massive pleasure house owned by the infamous Mikaelson family of Original vampires – and one Original Hybrid. He'd come looking for a job as a Dominant, but he'd spent just a little too long eyeing Caroline as she'd been practicing her oral techniques on her Master. Knowing it was either death or take his offer, Klaus extended a far less pleasurable one to the former Augustine vampire. Now his days were filled with cock and his mouth was filled with come. As a result, the sunshine blonde had taken pity on him. She'd been on a mission to get him laid for three months with minimal success.
Sexuality was dynamic in the supernatural community of New Orleans. After the first month, Enzo had confided in her that he actually didn't mind his job... and by "didn't mind," he meant he'd become overly fond of it to the extent that some of the customers balked at his infectious enthusiasm. He'd probably spent too much time with his new friend. Caroline had a bright disposition and could inspire anyone to love anything. It was why Klaus longed to see her as more than just a slave. He stood in the room beside the bathhouse eavesdropping as she babbled to Stefan about everything and nothing each night, but tonight was far more informative than he'd intended.
"Hey, that last guy left smiling, didn't he?" the vampire countered, smiling wide as her eyes closed in pleasure when Stefan massaged lavender-scented soap over her perky breasts. Stefan was as gay as it got, but in a world of fluid sexuality, he was free to explore her body like a canvas. As her keeper, it was his responsibility to keep her clean and coiffed at all time. No, bathing together wasn't part of the job description, but it was something Klaus encouraged and seemed to enjoy watching.
"Tristan is a power-hungry whore. He's more into the kneeling than he is the orgasm. He's not even gay. He just can't get anyone to bow down unless he pays for it," Stefan ranted. Nobody likes the de Martels, but they had a lot of money and brought a lot of business to the Mikaelsons despite their petty rivalry.
"Alright, I'll give you that," Caroline conceded, "but Enzo still got him off."
"Like you want to get Enzo off."
"I didn't say me!" The naked slave's shriek startled the lesbian couple bathing in the next pool; she smiled apologetically and waved. "Sorry, Mary Louise. Sorry, Nora. Just got a little excited for a minute." The bratty brunette flipped her hair over her shoulder and dove underwater to finish going down on her Mistress without a second thought. L'attrait des Ténèbres was a magical place where sex was more important than drama. Not a lot happened except for mind-blowing orgasms and everyone was just fine with that.
"But you wouldn't mind." Before she could object, Stefan raised an eyebrow at her, silently calling her out. Her strawberry lips closed; his penetrating gaze was flustering when he was right. "You should talk to Klaus."
"He'd rip his head off! He only got the service job because he was staring at me!"
"Everybody stares at you," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand as he patted her on the shoulder. "Hop up on the edge so I can wash your pussy." There was a hierarchy among slaves in the giant brothel. Stefan was a keeper, or groomer. As such, his assigned slaves were bound by his orders as surely as they were to their Masters and Mistresses. Fortunately, Klaus was a jealous and possessive creature and saw both Stefan and Caroline as his, so the young man had no other charges. She obediently popped out of the stone tub and spread her legs as they dangled over his shoulders. She leaned back on her elbows as he thoroughly cleansed her inside and out with the luxurious foam.
"I'm a novelty," she agreed, eyeing at least a dozen people watching her in their peripheral vision. It had been over a century since Klaus had taken a slave for himself, and she was fully collared and bound. It had been daunting at first, and more than a little humiliating, the way people came from all over the world to take a look at her as though she were a piece of meat.
A year and a half later, she reveled in it.
Caroline arched her back and spread her legs wider to give everyone a good view. They continued chatting casually as Stefan swapped out her butt plug. Gone were the days of her princess plug with the tiny stem. Klaus had his favorite witch, Davina, make one that felt like flesh. Molded to her inner walls, it forced her hole to stay stretched as wide as two fingers all day and night long. While it wasn't painful at all, it was a strange sensation that always made her very aware of herself. Once it was situated, he put a second magical plug in her pussy and tugged her to his lap. The crowds dispersed, everyone either leaving the enormous bath hall or retreating to their tubs.
"I seriously do not agree with you on this," Caroline tutted as she sat astride his lap, breasts just beneath the foamy bubbles. "Klaus would murder him."
"He would not. If there's anything I know about Klaus Mikaelson, it's that there's always something he wants. You just have to figure out what that is and give it to him."
The slave tilted her head to the side, wet sunshine curls dipping in the water, and eyed him quizzically. "I obey Master's every command. He already has everything he wants."
"He commands you to do things you want to-"
"I did not want to be punished for months!"
"Don't interrupt," he chided, tugging one of her pierced nipples by the diamond-crusted shield decorating it. "So, what you have to figure out is what you don't want to do and offer it up."
Caroline's eyes went wide. "I don't want him to poop on me." Stefan burst out laughing so hard he started to choke. The blonde narrowed her sapphire eyes at him in annoyance. "It is not funny."
"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled totally unapologetically, "it's just that that is in no way what I meant. I'm sure he doesn't want to poop on you, either." He tapped a finger over her mouth to silence her. "Or pee. I don't think he's into that kind of thing." She let out a whoosh of relief, sending him into a renewed burst of giggles. "I should tell him you've been judging again."
The sunshine blonde slapped her friend's chest hard and wagged her finger at him. "Don't you dare!" Klaus smirked from behind the wall. He could just picture the way she was scolding him, even though he ranked her in the hierarchy of things. Caroline wasn't just a pretty face; she was a warrior. He longed to see her in a Dominant position over Stefan. To start. He had fantasies of her whipping and paddling his customers as his cock and bank account both grew. They couldn't touch her, naturally, but God could she make them want to. He'd get her there. This conversation was an excellent development.
"I'm not judging. I'm just saying that's not something I'm into. Like, if other people want to pee on each other, that's fine, whatever, but, like, I'm not into it. So, hopefully you're right and he doesn't want that. But maybe there's something he does want. And it's not like I want to run off with Enzo, or even see him without you both there. But, like, Master told me he enjoys filling all of my holes, so maybe he'd be open to it, but I don't know if-"
"I do love it when you rant, sweetheart." Klaus smirked at the way she clutched at her chest, obviously startled but too well trained to yell at him for scaring her. "You needn't worry. That's not among my many fetishes." His slave breathed a sigh of relief, her chest relaxing against Stefan's. "But if you have a new one, I'd love to hear it." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that had her lower belly clenching in a way that made the gay man beneath her extremely uncomfortable. He chuckled at the grimace on Stefan's face and extended his hand. "Come. Let's discuss it in our chambers." Gulping, she climbed out of the stone basin and obediently followed along after he taunted her with a slow drying off that left her shivering more than the cool air. "You, too, slut." Rolling his eyes once Klaus' back was turned, he joined them after donning his ripped jeans as his Dominant slowly paraded Caroline around the brothel the long way. She was somewhat of a celebrity and he loved showing her off.
"Kneel," the hybrid commanded both of them. The blonde swooned and immediately fell to her knees, but Stefan took just a second longer to obey. He wasn't as fascinated by protocol as was his sister slave, nor was he in love with Klaus. Much. "Tell me this fantasy."
The two slaves looked at each other before Caroline hung her head. Her Master tilted her chin up to remind her to obey and answer him, a stern glance behind his topaz eyes. "I don't want you to be mad."
"Love, considering I heard everything you said, I sincerely doubt that's the case," he told her with a trademark smirk beneath his gruff stubble.
The blonde's eyes widened, jaw dropping. "You heard me?"
"I hear everything," he replied with a dismissive wave, enjoying her faint blush. It was true. He was always ten steps ahead and there was no point trying to keep a secret from him. "I just want to hear you say it to me. You're so pretty when you blush." One of his favorite pastimes was humiliating her; he did enjoy it when she got flustered.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied her shoulders and bit down her embarrassment. Since nobody was dead, it was probably a safe assumption that her Master was open to her idea. "I want to have a foursome with Enzo. And you. And Stefan."
"A gang bang, actually," he corrected her. "An orgy is two or more of each sex. A gang bang is three or more of one sex but only one of the other. Try it again."
Caroline simply nodded her head at the terminology; she still had a lot to learn. The seductive world of Domination and submission and BDSM was a lot to take in. "I want to do a gang bang with you, Stefan and Enzo."
"Alright," he agreed amicably, putting her at ease. His eyes took on that same mischievous glint; she gulped again. "And what will you offer me in return?"
"What would you like, Master?" she answered diplomatically.
Klaus tilted his head to the side as he considered it. He had many unfulfilled fantasies, but only one that really stuck out. He looked between the two slaves kneeling at his feet and smirked. "I'd like to see you take on a Dominant role."
"You want me to Top you?" She was flabbergasted as she stared at him wide-eyed.
The hybrid dropped his head and burst out laughing, slowly shaking it back and forth. "Not me, sweetheart." Klaus Mikaelson did not submit. Ever. "Stefan."
"Wait, what?" the keeper interjected, shocked. "Why am I being dragged into this?"
"Because you belong to me and it pleases me to fuck with you. And I don't care if she touches you." Stefan narrowed his eyes at his Dom but wisely didn't say anything. "Unless you really object to a good beating. Last I recall, you enjoyed when I had my way with you." Caroline felt her pussy twinge at the implication. She knew her men had a long history, but she was still learning the extent of it. The thought of Klaus Dominating her best friend was intensely erotic and something she longed to see.
Stefan closed his mouth as he looked between the two, mulling it over. He did enjoy impact play, preferably with a little bondage and a cock in his mouth. "Fuck it; I'm in."
"You are?" Caroline's mouth fell open once more, unprepared for that answer. He simply shrugged, looking at her like he didn't understand why that wasn't obvious. When had he ever said no to something kinky? Never. Klaus got to him early in his immortality and had taken the handsome forever teenager under his wing. There wasn't a lot he hadn't done – wasn't a lot he wouldn't do – especially when it came to his mentor.
"Aren't you?" Stefan asked lightly, offering up a soft smile meant to put her at ease; all it did was make her lower belly ache.
"Umm, yeah, I guess that could be fun. I don't really know how to Top anybody though." The insecurity in her voice made both men grin.
"I'll teach you," he promised. "Come. Both of you."
"Right now, Master?! Seriously?" Klaus looked at her sternly as she got to her feet despite her shock. Things had a way of happening very fast in her new life. Her Master would get an idea, or she would, and it would happen immediately. He didn't like to give her too much time to overthink; she had a penchant for it and he'd learned early on it was better to get first times over with before her human shame kicked in. She'd been married to a very dull human for thirty years; it was still a struggle for her to shed some of her taboos and social mores.
"Did you have other plans for this afternoon?" he asked with an amused expression, eyebrow cocked.
"Well, no."
"Fantastic. Let's go."
"Wait, we're doing this in public?" Stefan queried skeptically. "Sir, it's her first time."
"She has adoring fans." His tone was mocking as his eyes glinted while Caroline worried her lower lip in nervous anticipation. She hadn't counted on a hundred people watching her Top. "Get her prepared. I'll set up the dungeon and bring clothes."
"Clothes?! I haven't worn anything since I got here." She sounded almost disappointed.
He looked her over before adding mischievously, "And rope." She gulped, but knew better than to ask when Stefan tugged her by the single ring on her collar.
An hour later, Caroline was nearly ready for her latest challenge. Stefan busied himself mechanically applying cinnamon oil to her velvet folds as she lay there imagining what his ass would look like bare for her to paddle. Or crop. Or whip. Or whatever else Klaus had in mind. She never knew with him, had given up on trying to predict what he would to humiliate her while she reveled in the heat both on her face and between her legs. "What do you think he's going to have me do?" she asked anyway.
"Beat the shit out of me while I suck him off," Stefan replied with a casual shrug as he finished up, standing back to admire his work. Her entire body shimmered with an otherworldly sheen and she smelled strongly of peppermint and cinnamon. Pleasure and pain were normal parts of life in New Orleans, but it still surprised her to hear it discussed so lackadaisically, as though discussing the weather or what human to have for dinner.
"Well, now that wouldn't be nearly enough fun, would it?" Klaus' accented voice had Caroline smiling wide as she turned her head, blonde curls bouncing. Her eyes sparkled when she saw the flimsy corset and knee-higher leather boots he held up for her inspection. She wasn't surprised that there were no panties, or that the corset was mesh, but she was confused about the rope. The anal hook she recognized. He curled his finger at her and she obediently got up from the table. He smirked as he picked up the bottle of cinnamon oil, pocketing it for later. She missed the way Stefan gulped and a small bead of sweat dripped down his temple; he knew what was coming. "Turn and bend over," he commanded his blonde slave with a dimpled smile that always made her wary.
Klaus expertly popped out her butt plug and replaced it with the anal hook, burying it deep up her ass to secure the rope he'd threaded through the eye. She sucked in a deep breath when a thick silk knot hit her clit; he'd covered it in peppermint oil when she wasn't looking. He wound it around her waist, pulling it tight between her lips before looping it through the hook again and tying it off. He attached a leash to the D-ring at the back of her collar and tugged to make her follow him. She groaned when she moved; every step pushed her closer to the orgasm she knew better than to ask for. He snapped his fingers over his shoulder to get Stefan to follow along. He rolled his eyes but picked up the pace to keep up.
There were already several dozen people waiting in the main dungeon when they arrived. Klaus had obviously had his minions spread the word that Caroline was putting on a very special show. By the time they reached the raised platform in the center of the blood red room with blacklights overhead, her pussy was aching and she needed to come. Badly. And immediately. But that wasn't going to happen and she knew it. She looked over at Klaus miserably; he smirked, daring her to say anything. She didn't. Instead, she asked politely, "What would you like me to do, Master?"
The hybrid tilted his head to the side, walking around them in circles as he pretended to consider it as though he hadn't been planning this for months. "Stefan, lose the jeans."
"Yes, Sir." He shucked them off without hesitation, tossing them to one of their fans. A young boy with dark brown hair caught it; the keeper shot him a wink. "Where do you want me?"
Klaus snapped his fingers and the same boy who caught the jeans rushed forward with a spanking bench with red padding. "Thank you, Jeremy. That'll be all." He snapped his fingers again and Stefan got into position. "Sweetheart, cuff him to the bench." Caroline scrambled to obey, clit screaming at her for moving so quickly as the knot pressed against it, the oil enough to make her stifle a moan. "Problems?" There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye that did nothing for the ache between her legs. Oh, how he loved to see her suffer.
"No, Master," she replied obediently, voice breaking just a little bit.
The Original stepped closer after she finished, invading her air space. He spoke so closely that his throaty whisper tickled her ear. "Are you sure about that, my favorite little slut?"
The blonde gulped, closing her eyes to inhale a shaky breath. "I need to come, Master."
Klaus tutted, running his hands up and down her bare ass. "How unfortunate that you won't be doing so anytime soon." She felt tears spring to her eyes, but all she did was nod her head. He kissed her forehead so tenderly she almost forgot that he was torturing her. Almost. "Be a good girl and I might let you come with our cocks inside you tonight." She barely managed to choke out her thanks as he decided right then to tug on the back of her anal hook, pushing it deeper inside of her. "Get a crop for each of us," he commanded, smacking her hard on the ass. She tottered over to the rack of about 50 toys he'd set up and picked out one she thought he'd like. "I'll be taking that." He took it from her hand and she smiled up at him, proud to have pleased him. "Good girl. Now, pick one for yourself." She picked a hefty black crop with a thick leather tongue, eyeing him sideways and grinning at his approving nod.
"You have to start with teasing," he instructed, running the crop over Stefan's bare cheeks. "You try." Caroline carefully stepped over, the ropes torturing her. She tentatively repeated his movements, stroking up and down the smooth flesh laid bare before her. "Very good. Now, slap him with it. Not too hard." She did and he nodded his approval again. She was learning. "Again." After she did, Klaus took a turn and slapped just a little bit harder. They continued in this way for quite a while, the crowd's rapt attention on the trio as the keeper began to moan. "Good girl. I'm very pleased with you, princesse." The way he purred her pet name intensified the burning between her legs. She could feel her arousal dripping down her inner thighs. By his knowing smirk, it was clear her Master could see it, too. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked with a quirked brow.
"Yes, Master," she replied enthusiastically, beaming at him. "Thank you for letting me play with Stefan." Klaus smiled at her and she knew that malevolent grin. He was up to something particularly sadistic. She couldn't help but wonder if what he had in store was for her or the man bound before them.
"Would you like to keep playing?" That was a loaded question.
"Only if it pleases you, Master." It was a diplomatic reply, but it was clearly the right one.
Klaus grinned evilly pulled the small vial of red liquid from his pocket. Stefan cursed under his breath, knowing what was coming. He was hoping they'd use enough of the many toys to send him deep into subspace first, but apparently, they'd been a mindfuck. Caroline eyed it warily, unsure she could keep from having an immense orgasm if he put that on her clit; it was already coated in peppermint. "Oh, don't look so terrified." His tone was anything but comforting, and the obvious bulge in his jeans gave away his excitement. "It isn't for you." She released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding as he handed it over, but she sucked in sharply when he tugged at the rope just above her lips, the knot nearly making her cry out. "Put it on his balls, and don't be stingy." He added with a devious smirk, "After all, he never is with you."
Stefan and Caroline briefly made eye contact; both gulped. She knew the burn of the cinnamon on her most intimate parts all too well as it was part of her daily preparations. There was a ritual to slave grooming at L'attrait des Ténèbres, and she was anything but exempt. Klaus sometimes had her groomed twice a day just to torment her. It was dehumanizing in the most delicious of ways. By the time Stefan was done with her, she was halfway to subspace already. Like a good slave, she obediently coated his balls in liberal amounts of spicy oil. He bucked his hips, cock hardening at the sensation. While he was generally more on the homo side of homoflexible, he couldn't hide the fact that Caroline's attentions were intoxicating. And he certainly enjoyed fucking her in her mouth and ass. Often. With Klaus. His cock throbbed as he thought about Enzo joining the mix.
Before long, the Master broke Stefan from his reverie. His balls were bright red and screaming for attention. "That's enough, love. Take this back." He handed her the crop, which she obediently took as she pieced together what was about to happen. She looked at the hybrid wide-eyed, wondering if he was serious. "Well, go on," he goaded. "Smack him in the balls." The two friends exchanged glances again and the gay vampire just shook his head to tell her not to protest; he could take it. After all, it was hardly the first time he'd been on the receiving end of Klaus' torments.
Caroline inhaled a deep breath and tentatively reached out and stroked Stefan's testicles with the thick leather tongue of the crop. She pulled back only a couple of inches and lightly tapped him; he moaned. "Harder," Klaus commanded firmly, testing her. The crowd offered up encouragement, reminding her that she was still on display and it was in her best interest to submit completely. She took a step back and did as she was told, making her friend jump in his bindings. The Original tsked and walked to his sub. He leaned down and grabbed him by the hair, roughly kissing him with a lot of tongue as he snapped his fingers for the blonde to continue. The two men's mouths danced together in perfect unison while she worked him into a frenzy, the tip of his cock leaking with so much precum that it dripped down to the floor in heavy droplets.
Without warning, Klaus popped up and pulled down his zipper, quickly unsnapping the button of his jeans. "Open your mouth, slut." Stefan eagerly obeyed, jaw dropping. The hybrid coated his lips in glistening liquid, commanding him to lick it while the crowd ooohed and aaahed their approval. Out of the corner of her eye, Caroline could see a dozen or more couples acting out their own fantasies with small crowds gathered around them. It was a rush being the object of attention and it encouraged her to really slap at Stefan's engorged balls.
"Suck my cock." Without hesitation, he took Klaus' shaft to the back of his throat, massaging the tip with tight squeezes. The older man wound his fingers in the vampire's well-styled hair and set a brutal pace, eyes locked on Caroline as she performed happily for the throngs of people surrounding them. Her pussy ached with every movement, but she couldn't stop herself from practically bouncing around to hit different angles. Their triple moans blended into a harmonic chorus as they all teetered on the edge of oblivious.
Klaus was the first to let go, coming hard down Stefan's throat as he bucked his hips up into his handsome face. "Swallow it, whore." The thick, white semen flowed down his esophagus and he moaned as the salty liquid hit his tongue. Chest heaving, he held up a hand, cueing Caroline to stop. She set down the crop and carefully walked to his side, clit on fire. Zipping up, Klaus took a bow for the crowd. "What do you think, my lovelies? Have my sluts earned a reward?" The masses cheered louder than she'd ever heard them, which was saying something. He stood there with his arms crossed as he pretended to think about it, drawing out the room's anticipation. "Oh, all right," he conceded playfully, smiling at Caroline with his dimples. "Uncuff him and change positions."
Her reply was giddy as she shook with excitement. "Yes, Master."
Their Master took a step back to allow Stefan space to cuff her to the spanking bench, spreading her legs wide in the process. "Move the hook to her pussy," he commanded casually in the tone that always turned her on. Stefan obeyed, burying it deep in her core as his cock stood at attention, eagerly bobbing up and down. With an evil grin, the hybrid tossed him what was left of the cinnamon oil. Stefan briefly closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as the burning liquid hit his aching shaft. "Fuck my slave in the ass," he ordered in the same casual tone, smirking at the blush staining her cheeks as Stefan immediately teased her back entrance.
Klaus reached down and gently stroked the side of her face, smiling down at her with pride as the other man slowly entered her. Leaning down, he kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'm very pleased with you. You did so well, sweetheart. I might even let you come for your fans." Her eyes widened at the thought that he might not, the knot chafing at her clit as Stefan began to pick up the pace, burying himself to the hilt in his favorite hole. Her horror-stricken expression made him laugh out loud. "You need it badly, don't you?"
"Yes, Master. Very badly," she whimpered, voice bordering on a sob as tears began to stream down her face. The cinnamon burned her anus inside out as the peppermint froze her clit. Every deep stroke in her tight ass nearly sent her toppling over the edge with the rope stimulating her over and over.
"I'll tell you what. Make us come and you can, too." She'd barely gotten out a whoosh of relief before he pressed his erect cock past her lips, shoving his tip all the way to the back of her throat in one smooth thrust. He reached forward and ripped Stefan to him by the hair and kissed him harshly, their tongues dancing together while they moved in and out of the woman bound between them. Tears streamed down her face, black tracks of mascara trailing down her face as she sobbed around his cock. Her suffering gave him a sadistic thrill that sent him toppling over the edge. He spilled his seed down her throat, grunting as he slammed into her until he was completely spent.
Klaus pulled out just in time for a thick bead of semen to drip down her chin, marking her with his scent. He looked down at her puffy lips and smirked, quirking a brow. She barely managed to choke out her thanks as he tucked a curl behind her ear. She was perfect. After comforting his slave for a few moments as she cried out in need, he slowly stalked around to his sub. "Neither of you come until I say."
When he got behind her, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of a thick cock hammering into his slave's anus simply because he commanded it. Life was good. "Not yet." He pulled Stefan to him, his tongue licking at the seam of his raspberry lips to part them. Caroline rested her head on the bench, tears staining it as she watched them. Watching her men make out was still the most erotic thing she'd ever seen and they both knew it. They put on a good show for her, biting at each other's lips as they passionately kissed.
The hybrid reached down and tugged at the rope, tormenting her clit as his sub roughly pounded into her ass over and over in a punishing rhythm. "Come for me," he whispered around their tongues as he tortured his slave. Stefan vehemently nodded up and down, pouring himself into her hot ass. Klaus tugged harshly at the ropes as Caroline screamed out her orgasm for half the brothel to hear. A hot gush of liquid rushed out of her, coating the bench in her arousal as she came so hard that she saw stars swimming in her vision.
Stefan collapsed on top of her, heart racing. She sloughed against the plush red leather of the bench, both of them completely spent. Klaus was dizzy from the power of two orgasms and rush of Dominance from controlling both of them so thoroughly. He leaned against his friend, gently stroking his slave's back up and down to comfort her as she caught her breath. The crowd had mostly dispersed before any of them moved. The keeper looked up at him tiredly, body aching as he finally slipped out of Caroline's anus, tucking his dripping cock back into his jeans.
Together, they unbound her before Stefan flashed off to get a blanket. Klaus used the fluffy pink fabric to wrap his slave in a cocoon before lifting her into his strong arms, cradling her against his firm chest as she dozed in subspace. The two men exchanged a glance. It would be a while before she came down from the stars. "What now, Sir?"
An evil grin lit up the hybrid's face. Stefan felt his cock twitch in his pants, knowing he would love and hate this plan in equal measure. With a smirk, he finally replied, "Now, I take Caroline for aftercare while you talk Enzo into a gang bang."
A/N Well, what did you think? Is anyone interested in more? LET ME KNOW!
