This one is really for Halloween (2022). I don't know how this came about, and honestly, I don't want to know. LOL
Description: Caroline and her friends stop at an Inn for a week, and on Halloween night something dark and wonderful happens!
Rating: Heavy M! (Don't read if you get flustered easily.)
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Food was an aphrodisiac. It was that simple. She knew certain foods made men lustful, but for her, she never thought about it.
Until now.
The moment she tasted the food on the table, her body began to sing. She couldn't place it. She couldn't stop it. Her body, untouched for years, thrummed with unsatisfying need.
Caroline lay on her bed, unsure of what was happening, but knowing something was needed. Her hands drifted to her body, groaning in dissatisfaction as her own touch made her jump.
This wasn't what she wanted when she stopped at the inn for a week of adventure with her friends, Bonnie, Kol, and Klaus. Four friends, bound for life because of similar experiences in personal and professional lives. They needed a vacation, and had heard of the Inn from other sources, and decided to stay the week there as they took in the leaves changing colors. She didn't intend for these feelings to happen. She didn't intend, on the third night, on Halloween night no less, to eat food that would make her burn for fulfillment.
She didn't want to feel horny and amorous. For nearly eight years, she had abstained from sex because it was always a means of pain in her life. She didn't want to feel as if her body had a mind of its own. She didn't want to yearn for a man between her legs, filling her with a need to bring earth-shattering pleasure until she couldn't stand it.
Yet, she was feeling it. She slid off the bed and gripped the bed pole to steady herself. Even her legs touching together were sending shock waves through her. She needed a release, and soon or she was going to scream in frustration and start attacking furniture.
"What was in that food?" she asked in silence as she groaned. All she wanted was a place to rest for a week while absorbing the fall color of the leaves. Not that it mattered. Caroline's body was throbbing, and she couldn't control it, and a part of her didn't want to.
A voice, unknown to her for the moment, called out. It was faint, but it was followed by a scream of pure ecstasy that made Caroline groan in frustration. She managed to make it to the door and into the hallway. She gripped the wall when the moans came louder and her body throbbed with each sound and step.
Bonnie's room door was ajar, and Caroline only had to push it a fraction before the sight made her body heat hotter and yearn for completion her friend was obviously receiving from their friend Kol.
Bonnie was gripping the curtains, table, and anything she could reach while Kol, thrust inside her, groaning as one of her hands scratched his back and her heels dug into his hips. Bonnie opened her eyes and caught Caroline's eyes with a devilish smile. "It's so good, Care. So, damn good, oh…I never knew," she moaned, arching, and screaming Kol's name. She was in mid-orgasm when Kol suddenly twisted and dropped them on the bed, growling as he thrust deep and hard inside Bonnie, making them scream.
Caroline swallowed and closed the door. Kol couldn't stop looking at Bonnie all during dinner. That should have been a tip-off for Caroline, and upon remembrance, Bonnie couldn't stop looking at him either. It had been the way they were eating their dessert that really tipped Caroline off. With each bite of cheesecake, they were trapped in a euphoria that Caroline was sure they didn't want to leave. She understood for she felt the same. Not everyone ate the cheesecake, but there were other foods that seemed to wet the palate of desire.
Kol's brother, Klaus, filled Caroline's mind when she recalled how he stared at her while eating a piece of pumpkin cake. It was a look that fanned a flame inside her all through dinner, as she too ate from the sinful cake. She didn't know why, and her body didn't want to know, but the image of Klaus between her legs, pumping inside her made her hot all over. It was him and him alone who could make her come. She knew it now. After all these years of knowing him, her feelings were coming out with a bang or a scream if she had her way.
Moans carried through the halls, as she tried to make it back to her room. It was different sounds. Different people and they were all making her horny.
"Going somewhere, love?"
Caroline tensed and turned to find a pair of cerulean eyes staring into hers with a look that set her blood on fire. "The food," she whispered, as he closed the distance.
Klaus smiled and nodded. "The innkeeper is a witch," he explained. "She enjoys enchanting the food, making her patrons feel as if all inhibitions are non-existent."
"Is that why we feel…?" she began, rubbing her hands over his chest.
"Like we want to have sex on every piece of furniture and come until the end of time," he finished, watching her nod. His hands rubbed over her arms, and his body shook with pleasure, yearning to encase himself deep inside her. "Yes."
One simple word, and she melted. She finally understood. "She's a matchmaker."
He nodded, his body lining with hers. "She sees two souls who are destined for each other and helps them along."
"By making us horny," she added, pressing her body to his. "Oh, mercy," she whimpered, her body shaking.
"Mercy indeed," he concurred, finally touching his lips to hers. "Let me have you, Caroline," he whispered against her lips.
"For the rest of my life," she responded, as the door gave way and their clothes followed suit.
His hands burned her body, and she moaned, enjoying the simple touch. They barely made it to the bed with Klaus climbing on top of her and entering her with no foreplay needed. They were hot for each other, and could barely function without the feel of being connected.
Caroline cried out, gripping his shoulders as he thrust hard and deep. She was already coming apart when his seed spilled inside her. It was hot, short, yet satisfying when she came down. She panted, gripping him close.
"It should have been longer," he remarked, raising his head.
She smiled. "I'm still on fire," she whispered, pushing him over, and separating their bodies. She touched his chest, and lowered her gaze to his manhood, licking her lips at the sight.
Klaus groaned, sensing her intentions, and lifted his hips. She turned to straddle his chest and smiled as she bent and pressed her lips on his shaft. He moaned before taking his tongue and licking her clit, humming when she cried out. He sucked in time with her ministrations, and in his mind, he wondered if there was anything hotter than this.
Caroline hummed as the nectar-filled her senses. Never had she even thought of something like this. Never had she wanted to. It always seemed to disgust her, until now. She could blame it on the food, but the feel of a man at her submission and licking her as she did him, was too delicious to deny. She took him in her mouth and sucked until they both came with a hard jerk. She collapsed on his thigh, and slowly rolled off with Klaus moving to rest on top of her.
"Are we done?" he asked, kissing her, licking her lips and face as she held onto him.
"Not by a long shot," she answered, opening her legs, and trapping him between them.
He chuckled, sliding inside her, and slowly began the ministrations, as they traveled up into oblivion. Their moans joined the others in the inn, and Caroline finally realized why the inn was called 'The Inn of Pleasure.'
She and Klaus rolled until she was on top and she sat up, rocking, taking him deep inside her, loving the sight of him arching beneath her. He sat up, and her hips rolled.
"Klaus!" she cried, gripping his shoulders.
"Am I pleasuring you?"
She panted. "Oh, yes! Yes!"
He groaned, whipping them around once more. "How many more orgasms must we go through before we are satisfied?"
Caroline arched her back. "A million."
"That would take forever," he returned, groaning, as he slammed inside her, feeling himself harden even more.
"Let it," she cried, feeling her body shake and her vision begin to blur. "Harder, Klaus, please, go harder."
He complied with her request, smiling as he witnessed the beautiful vixen come undone beneath him. "Do you like me inside you?" he whispered, kissing her lips.
"No," she answered, shaking. "I love you inside me, and I love your tongue," she continued, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Oh, your tongue."
He smiled bending to lick her breasts, taking her nipples between his teeth, loving the sound of her cries and moans. "I love your tongue also, Caroline. I love your clit, and how you squeeze me until we are satisfied and begging for more."
Her body burned with his words, and she cried out. "Don't," she ordered as they rolled until they fell from the bed. She laughed, kissing him. "I've always wanted to make love on the floor."
He chuckled, rolling until he was on top. "Your wish is my command," he uttered, just as cries from other patrons covered the night. "It's going to be a long night."
She hummed. "I'm not complaining. I found my mate," she revealed, pulling him down just as he entered her once again.
"Mate, huh?"
She nodded and laughed with him, understanding why no one else could fulfill her hunger. Not even food. With each thrust, she came undone beneath him. The feel of him hardening inside her, growing with each desirable motion filled her like no other. She wanted to ride the pleasure until oblivion took them. She wanted to feel him pound inside her, hard, rough, jerking her body until she couldn't stand it. She wanted it all. She came once again, shaking with a rough orgasm, trying to catch her breath only to have the pleasure hit her again.
His hips rolled and stabbed inside her with tiny motions and she wondered if they would survive another onslaught of passion. She collapsed into a heap with Klaus pulling her close in a soothing embrace. She wrapped her arms around him as they lay on the floor, content and sated for the moment.
"Caroline," he whispered, panting.
She hummed, raising her eyes to his, and smiled. "I know," she responded touching his face, tenderly. "Me too."
He smiled, bending to kiss her briefly before pulling her close, and together they dozed off in peace and love.
Downstairs, the innkeeper, Amelia, was smiling as she sipped her rosemary tea. Mission accomplished, she thought, as the sounds of love filled the air.
"One of these days, you are going to match the wrong people," her husband remarked, entering the room.
She smiled, kissing his cheek. "Not today."
Her husband chuckled and shook his head. "Coming to bed?"
She caught his eyes, and a sensual glimmer shone within. He shivered, as he stretched his hand out, and she accepted.
That night, "The Inn of Pleasure" was filled with sounds of ecstasy as souls bound together with each orgasmic moment. New and old couples joined together as the Halloween moon rose high in the sky.
As it rose, Caroline stood in the window with Klaus' arms secured around her, their nude bodies glistening in the light, fully recovered and refreshed after their small thirty-minute nap.
"Will it always be like this?" she asked, resting her head on his shoulder with her face turned into his neck.
He hummed. "I hope so," he answered, kissing her shoulder.
"I thought it was the food, but it wasn't, not really."
He smiled, as a few lovers' cries could be heard through the walls. "No, my love, it was magic."
She turned and wrapped her arms around him, searching his eyes with a tender light in hers. "Not magic," she clarified, smiling. "Destiny with a little bit of pleasure."
He chuckled. "Just a little?"
"Oh," she began, brushing her body deliciously against his. "A lot of pleasure."
"Definitely," he murmured, bending to pick her up to carry her to bed. "And a lot more awaits."
"I can't wait," she remarked, and that was the last coherent sentence she made for the rest of the night.
Please be kind!
Again, I'm not sure where this one came from. I don't know where any of these come from, but I hope you enjoy them.
Until Next Time...
