Sirens rang out, voices yelling, fear scenting in the air due to another mauled body, but yet a lone figure was sauntering down a familiar street as if she was compelled. The urge and curiosity flooded through her. a deep fascination for sweet, innocent doppelganger that was dating the younger Salvatore brother. So she didn't know why she found herself in the second story bedroom of her twin.
Her brows free from their usually fixed worried expression, her lips soft, plump and slightly parted. The elder vampire didn't know what it is exactly that makes her do it—morbid curiosity or plain narcissism at its finest.
But, whatever it is she cant help, but lower her eyes to the olive tinted skin of her breasts. The steady rise and fall of her chest, that made her irrevocably human with each breath she takes. A thought pops into her head that makes her cunt throb in anticipation as she imagines what it would be like to hold those goregous mounds in her hands, kneading the flesh as she watches her doppelganger pant. Lips parting as she arches herself further into the embrace with blatant need washes over her innocent gaze. To grind shamelessly, wantonly against each other, their breasts rubbing erotically just at the right moment while their hips sensually collide at a pace that would both get them off. To make the human whimper and plead her name as she came over and over again…
She had already got slightly wet from just thinking about her because really she's her carbon copy of herself and felt her skin heat up at the thought of all the delicious things she could do her. Her mirror image. Perfection. So maybe that's why she stood at the foot of the bed.
To bend her. Corrupt her. To wholly make her crave the vampire touch above all else as they mold perfectly together.
To claim her in ways only she knew. Deeply, intimately, and every way she knew the human would crave.
It would be a beautiful sight indeed. To watch herself get off. Beautifully.
Because even Katherine Pierce didn't know if this was just because the doppelganger was so innocent and so perfect to make her surrender in ways the vampire couldn't or if this was the result of the doppelganger legacy. To be one. To mold perfectly until their was no defined outline of the two, but one. Or if this was just the allure of her. To damage, to claim, to make Elena hers. It was utter perfection.
"after all she was an evil slut vampire that only loved herself." She mused comically.
The utter siren of the doppelganger. Her doppelganger. On the bed, the thin sheet resting just below her supple breasts, and those deliciously long toned legs tangled in the sheet while moonlight streamed in and danced beautifully on her olive skin.
She was a goddess.
It made Katherine pause and shift on her feet as she gazed adorningly at the undulated figure before her, was like watching herself, but not. It made her heart beat for the first time in over 500 years. At the thought of her being a perfect literal mirror of her.
Which probably said a lot about her, but she didn't care.
Or the slight hitch in her breathing, skin flushing as she drank in greedily at the sight of those ample breasts bathed in the moonlight.
It almost feels like the younger twin is teasing her as she laid seductively against the sheets. The dream of every man's fantasy, to have her in their possession with those long tanned legs, how perfect she would curl them around their waist, and the softness of her skin became a deep-seated hypnotic obsession with the dark mass of wild hair laying beneath her. Twisted and face innocent.
Suddenly her throat went dry and felt a familiar wetness pool in her designer jeans. Her cunt begging to be touched, ravaged, and pleasured while the dull ache in her stomach only amplifies at the sight the siren, lay mesmerizing and alluring against the white sheets.
No, it wasn't even pull or a bond with her. it was something twisted…seductive. Dark and hypnotic. The forbidden fruit of it all. The apple and the charming and allure of the devil.
soft groans began to fall from Elena's parted lips into the dark room, her body twisting in the sheets, and pushed at the suffocating sheets around her legs, hand curving around her flat-toned stomach while her backside turned and curved as she lay on her side.
That the older girl can't help herself as she slowly widens her legs, and unbuttons her jeans. Racy, obscene images soon fill her head. At the thought of her doppelganger being wholly corrupted, and pleasuring her with a such devotion, that it bordered on insanity.
She slightly lifts her head and glances at Elena, the steady rise and fall of her bare breasts only encouraged the older girl slip into her panties, and began to caress and slide a single finger down her slit.
Erotic images of the two girls molding together, their breathy sighs and moans filling the vampire's ears as she craned her neck back. Flesh slapping together deliciously, sensually, and hypnotic brought the elder vampire to roll her lip into her teeth to drown out the cries or the sheer blinding white stars as she shattered against her fingers and ruin the expensive lace.
A shock gasp as she slowly brought herself upright and glanced at the younger girl with a need and a want that startled her, even as she sauntered over to the side of the bed, and brought her fingers to trace the soft flesh of her legs with a softness that confused her.
A grin curved at her lips and brought her essence down the sensitive flesh of one globe and trailed it upwards till she coated the human's lips with it.
"You are mine," a seductive smile twitched at the corners of her mouth and gave one last appreciative look before flashing away into the night.
Inhibitions ran low and the dangerous lust that Katherine felt simmering in her veins for the look-alike burned ferociously.
Even as they stood in front of each other, neither moving as they gazed at each other. Fear, lust, and curiosity scenting the air. Even as the vampire tilted her head, dark eyes held a darker promise within even as Elena gazed fearfully at her twin, olive tinted flesh stretched and pulled deliciously over the fragile breakable bones.
The blatant lust and burning desire made the younger girl tremble and shake so chaotically beautiful as she held her breath while Stefan just lay beneath them.
Ever since Elena had heard about Katherine she was intrigued, curious, fearful, but nothing prepared her for this. It was as if she was staring into bottomless deep and seductive ancient eyes that held all of Elena's darker fantasies. As if she staring into a funhouse mirror.
Every expression darker, colder, and odd even as she stared into her own reflection. Dark and twisted as if her face was her face, but wasn't.
Not even as Katherine pushed her into the opposite wall, hands raised above her head as she lowered her head and crashed their lips, hard. It became a frenzy of fascination, want, a need driven by a deeper bond than blood, than magic that was so dangerously beautiful. Even as Katherine's hands danced expertly around her twin's body.
Elena couldn't help but give in. a deep narcissism that shocked her and pulled at her bones through the past dead doppelgangers or the magical pull that separated the two girls, but it didn't help that her body was screaming for more, and only pushed the older girl into to her, hands pushing at the vampire's ass to create the friction
She needed, that she craved to sate this desire.
Till they became one. Just two lines blending together until you didn't one where one girl started or the other girl ended.
A distorted mirror, as groans and sighs filled the living room.