Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
Warning for explicit sexual content and bad language and spanking.
Dear Diary
What the hell is going on? What is wrong with me?
So much for no more dreams about Damon.
I took a couple of weeks away from school to adjust to drinking blood from the vein. Matt has been kind enough to let me drink from him, although I don't think that's going to happen again. I nearly killed him last night. Luckily Damon stopped me just in time. He's going to teach me how to 'snatch, eat, erase.'
I went back to school today and Rebekah managed to piss me off in about five seconds. She invited everyone to a house-warming party. I decided to get revenge for her killing me and pissing me off. So I went to the party. That was a bad idea.
You see the reason it was a bad idea is because we had a vampire hunter in town. He Venom-jacked from Tyler and spiked the keg of beer at Rebekah's party with it. Stefan didn't touch the beer, but I did and nearly died from having werewolf venom in my system. Luckily Klaus was feeling generous (although I know he's up to something) and gave me his blood. Later Damon and Klaus killed the vampire hunter.
He's the killer part. In my last diary entry I said I'd try and initiate sex with Stefan and just imagine it was Damon? When I did initiate sex with Stefan, I had werewolf venom in me and instead of imagining Damon, I began to hallucinate Damon in Stefan's place. When I asked hallucination Damon, or my subconscious, why I was dreaming about Damon, he said it was because I was more like him than I was like Stefan. I know it's what my subconscious is telling me, and deep down I know it's right.
The knowledge was especially highlighted today when after the party and before we found out I was infected by werewolf venom, Stefan decided to take me out and have 'fun' on his bike. Don't get me wrong it was fun, but it's not how I want to have fun for eternity. It felt a little immature. I'd have loved it before Stefan disappeared with Klaus, but I've grown up a lot since then. I know I wanted to get back what Stefan and I once had, but the expectations of a fun time I wanted back then aren't the same as what I want now. Admittedly for a moment when I was stood on the back of the bike I felt free. But it wasn't the type of freedom I was looking for, it was the freedom of no longer being the one who constantly needs saving because I'm the doppelganger. I guess being a vampire has one good side. But I still didn't feel free to be myself.
You see, I'm beginning to think Stefan is having difficulties with me being a vampire, simply because he is used to having to look out for me. That freedom I now have without having to be watched every five minutes just in case of the big bad coming specifically after me has gone. But he's still trying to protect me. It's suffocating at times. Plus. he doesn't look at me the way he used to. I can't put my finger on it. I know when he was human and found out Katherine was a vampire, he no longer wanted anything to do with her even though he claimed to be in love with her. Does he feel the same way about me? I wouldn't have thought it mattered because he's a vampire too, but I was part of his humanity. Am I no longer good enough because I'm a vampire?
As I said earlier, Stefan and I tried to have sex. He certainly did not like my attempts to be sexually dominant. I wanted to feel my strength, and because I'm drinking human blood, I'm slightly stronger than Stefan. Instead Stefan wanted to be in charge. Was he always like this? I can't remember, because I always went along with what he wanted and never pushed for what I wanted to do. Is sexual suppression such a thing? Maybe that's the reason I've spent so many nights dreaming about Damon over the last year. Is my heart telling me he is what I need to break free and be myself?
Does it even matter anymore? I mean, I chose Stefan and unless we break up and Damon is forgiving enough to let me back in and we give it a go as a couple, I doubt these feelings will end soon. But at the same time, there's nothing I can do about them. I can't just break up with Stefan because I'm lusting after his brother. If Stefan and I break up, it needs to be for more than just being about Damon.
Speaking of which, back to my diary update and what triggered the dream.
To get my revenge on Rebekah I decided to use the white oak stake on her. I knew Damon had it so before the party, I went searching through his bedroom for it. He caught me, and although I lied and said I was looking for his bourbon, he knew what I really wanted. Maybe we really are alike after all. Anyway, he'd been hurt while tracking the vampire hunter and he began to take his clothes off.
Damon has the most amazing body. I couldn't stop staring. He knows I find him physically attractive. After Denver that's no secret. It's not like I've never seen him completely naked before, he did give me quite the show for my 18th birthday. The knowledge of what he feels like and how he looks when he is naked was almost too much. When he sarcastically asked if I was going to "Stay for the show." I desperately wanted to say yes. I wanted to run my hands all over his chest, and well everywhere to be honest. But I didn't and he eventually gave me the stake.
It gets more difficult restraining my desire around Damon. He knows it which is why he's teasing me. I guess deep down both of us suspect that at some point in the future, I'm going to cheat on Stefan with Damon. Although technically I already have if you include the blood sharing. Damon is the only one who has the self control to stop it from happening, and I'm not sure if even he is capable of stopping me.
That means I'm going to have to be careful tomorrow, or today as it is now. Later I'm going to Whitmore College with Bonnie and Damon. Bonnie is going to see a professor who has some of her Grams things which Bonnie wants. Damon thought it would be easier to learn 'snatch, eat, erase' away from Mystic Falls so I don't try to feed from someone I know and then feel guilty about it. His theory is the less I know about the person I'm feeding from, the better. I guess it makes sense.
At least Bonnie will be there which will deter me from wanting to rip Damon's clothes off every five minutes.
Somehow I doubt this will be my last entry unless I finally happen to have sex with Stefan, but after me hallucinating he was Damon so soon after the blood sharing thing, he might hold off for a while. So in the meantime, I guess my Damon dreams will have to be what gets me through my sexual frustration and physical loneliness.
E
….the previous night's dream.
Elena had had enough of Rebekah's antagonizing. The Original sister had pushed her too far at school today, creating emotional reactions Elena didn't think she was capable of having, or had managed to keep under control when she was human. Unfortunately now she was a vampire, she was unable to contain her reactions. Stefan had always complained about the worst part of vampirism being the blood lust, but Elena was finding it a very different experience. It was the heightened emotions she hated. The inability to control urges to destroy those who hurt her. Incredibly Damon's occasional outbursts had begun to make sense to her.
This desire to kill Rebekah had brought Elena to Damon's room. To kill her she needed the last white oak stake, which was in Damon's possession. It was just a case of where to find it. Damon had a history of hiding things in plain sight, which led her to his bedroom. Initially she'd checked among the firewood, but it wasn't there. Hence she began to search the rest of his bedroom. She'd already made a mess, his clothes strewn across the floor. It was a good job Damon wasn't around, he was obsessive when it came to tidiness. So far she'd made it through most of Damon's closet and not found any sign of the white oak stake, however the one thing which did hit her was Damon's scent surrounding her. For some strange reason it had a calming effect on her.
"Hope you plan on cleaning this up." Damon's voice came from behind, startling Elena and making her jump. She turned around to see Damon walk into his room. Elena quickly tried to come up with an excuse as to why she was demolishing his bedroom.
"I need bourbon to get through Rebekah's party."Elena lied, embarrassed by her lack of imagination and making the lamest excuse. "Yours is better than Stefan's." she explained.
"Top drawer in the dresser." Damon pointed her in the direction.
"...Thanks." Elena sighed with fake relief as she wandered over to the dresser and opened it. As she started to search through the drawer, she noticed in the corner of her eye Damon pulling out a silver hip flask from his pocket and taking a swig from it while watching her. As she continued rummaging through the drawer, all Elena could find were his boxer briefs, which as to be expected with Damon were black. There was no sign of bourbon or even the white oak stake in there. Realizing she'd been tricked Elena turned back around to face Damon. "You keep alcohol in your underwear drawer? she asked sarcastically as she pulled out a pair of briefs and held them up in the air.
"No." Damon replied snarkily narrowing his eyes, as Elena threw the briefs back into the drawer. "But, you weren't looking for alcohol, were you?" Damon asked her in an all knowing voice. Elena looked at him with guilt written all over her face. "Do you think I'd actually leave the last remaining white oak stake where any vampire could just walk in and take it?" he frowned as he unbuttoned his shirt revealing a bloody mark on his shoulder.
"What happened to you?" Elena asked, her attention suddenly diverted away from the stake to concern over Damon already healed injury.
"Hunter mishap." Damon told her nonchalantly as he examined the now healed wound.
Elena walked over to Damon. "You know he was at my school today?" she frowned.
"Yep. Jeremy told me" Damon replied.
Elena eyed Damon suspiciously. "Why were you talking to Jeremy" she asked.
"Don't worry about it." Damon assured her as he began to take his shirt off.
"Damon, don't bring him into this." Elena warned, trying hard not to get caught up in the sight of Damon removing his shirt, but failing miserably.
"Perish the thought that he might actually be useful, Elena." Damon sneered, throwing his shirt on the floor and started to undo the belt on his jeans, drawing Elena's eyes down to what he was doing. Her breath hitched in anticipation at his next move.
"You staying for the show or...?" Damon teased, snapping Elena out of the apparent trance she found herself in.
"You wouldn't!" Elena exclaimed, folding her arms in protestation of Damon's correct accusation, practically daring him to continue. "I'm not going anywhere until you give me that stake. And it's nothing haven't seen before, remember?" she scoffed, waving her hand towards his crotch.
Damon began to unbutton his jeans. "Fine, then watch. But you'll have to wait for the stake, I'm going to take a shower first." he smirked
"I can wait." Elena told him as she rolled her eyes at him.
"You know, you could always turn around and wait, it's only polite." Damon shrugged. "Because, if not... I'd actually start to suspect you wanted to see me naked...again." he smirked as he kicked off his boots.
"I'm just making sure you're going as fast as you can." Elena liid, gritting her teeth. It annoyed her that Damon was right, she desperately wanted to see him naked once more. But there was no way she would admit that to him.
"Fine, have it your way." he sighed, removing his socks. "Probably the other benefit of heightened emotions and all."
"What do you mean, other benefit of heightened emotions?" Elena frowned.
"Didn't Stefan tell you?" Damon asked innocently. "Surely you already know about it."
"Clearly not, otherwise I'd know what the hell you're talking about." Elena tried unsuccessfully, to stop herself from staring as Damon's jeans fell to the floor, her eyes couldn't resist staring at the treasure trail leading to his dark gray boxer briefs.
"Ooh, interesting. You don't know." Damon stated, trying to suppress a grin.
"Know what?" Elena demanded, her voice getting loud and sounding impatient, trying to cover her current state of arousal which was being prompted by Damon's near nakedness.
"When you become a vampire, it heightens your sex drive." he smirked. "Sex is so much better. Greater stamina, quicker recovery time. I'm sure you get the picture. One of the biggest perks of being a vampire." he explained, his words only furthering Elena's growing discomfort. "On the downside, it can lead to severe sexual frustration when it's not...taken care of." Damon raised one eyebrow and stared knowingly at Elena as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. "And judging by the look on your face and the fact you can't stop staring at me, I'd say you might be...struggling in that department." he added as he turned around and headed towards the shower.
"I am not frustrated!" Elena growled.
"Fine, suit yourself." Damon shrugged. "Of course, there's always room for two in here if you change your mind." he teased as he walked inside and removed his boxer briefs behind the partially frosted glass covering his modesty, before throwing them over the shower enclosure and turning the water on.
The heat of the water began to create as much steam in the shower as was going through Elena's mind and body at that point. Since Elena and Stefan had gotten back together, they hadn't managed to make love. The one attempt they had was interrupted by Elena vomiting up blood after she'd tried to feed for the first time. However, deep down she knew Damon wasn't lying. She kept feeling horny at the most inopportune times, which kept making her even more mad. The only time she'd had an orgasm since turning which wasn't self administrated, was the time she'd fed from Damon. And that moment with Damon, was on constant replay every time she'd relieved her sexual frustration ever since. She now knew he'd experienced the same, which was why Stefan had been so angry because even though Elena might not have initially realized the consequences when she started to feed from Damon, but the moment she tasted his blood, the effect on them both was enough to let her know why Damon had described it as 'personal'. Drinking blood was a turn on and the vampire who was being fed from could feel everything the drinker felt.
Elena absently stood watching Damon shower while her mind was racing. She'd chosen Stefan, yet it was Damon who was the one still affecting her. Elena was still turning to Damon when she needed help. And no matter what she told herself, she knew her feelings for Damon were too strong to be ignored. Yet here she was, doing her damnedest to try to not feel anything but friendship for him. Inside it was simply fueling her rage, which she was desperately seeking to quell.
The issue Elena had to consider was whether it was general sexual frustration, or Damon affected sexual frustration. There was no denying how attracted Elena was to Damon on a physical level. Since she turned, every time she was in his presence she would get all hot and bothered. Right now, she was ready to join him in the shower, yet she knew she shouldn't because she'd be cheating on Stefan. But how much longer could she hold out? For some reason, Elena desperately needed Damon. Just watching him getting undressed had her feeling desperate for relief, preferably not self administered. Her desire for Damon was growing daily and would at some point need addressing. But was Damon her imaginary cure for general sexual frustration, or was he the root cause?
If Damon was right and sexual frustration was her issue, she wondered why Stefan had never mentioned it before. Elena knew she should be learning these things from Stefan, not Damon. But if Stefan wasn't going to be forthcoming with her, she decided her only option was for Damon to be her teacher in her new experiences as a vampire. His blood made her, meaning he was her sire after all, and usually it would be the responsibility of the sire to teach the new vampire how to survive. As that was the case, she needed Damon to help her suppress her anger and rage. Elena needed her sexual frustration to be eased somewhat, and this was where Damon came in. Someone needed to help her, and if Stefan wasn't up for it, then surely Damon would be able to be of some assistance.
Once Elena had formed this justification in her mind, she quickly began to take her clothes off. Damon's back was turned while he was washing his raven hair, meaning he wouldn't have a clue what she was planning. Once undressed, Elena silently vamp-sped into the shower. She pressed her chest up against his back and reached around the front of Damon's body and took his soapy length in her hand.
"You're right, there is room for two in here." Elena whispered into Damon's ear from behind causing him to quickly turn around to stare at her in shock.
Damon took a deep breath to compose himself. "I take it you gave up looking for the stake then." he said softly.
"No." Elena replied nonchalantly. "I've finished searching your room. And as you have a history of hiding things in your bathroom, I thought I'd try in here next." she smirked as she ran her hand up and down his ever hardening shaft.
"You've got your hand on the wrong stake Elena." Damon raised an eyebrow.
"After the firewood, I figured this would be the next logical place for you to hide it." she joked as she pushed him up against the glass enclosure aggressively at vamp-speed, but making sure he didn't hit is hard enough to break the glass.
"You thought I'd be walking around and hiding a white oak stake in my actual underwear?" Damon teased.
"No!" Elena replied. "But you know that's not the real reason I'm in here." she purred.
"Oh yes?" Damon raised an eyebrow. "So what is the real reason you're stood in this shower with me, completely naked?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"I'm here for an education." she replied with a look of innocence.
"An education huh?" Damon nodded. "What kind of education?" he frowned suggestively.
"How to channel my frustrations elsewhere. Not into anger and rage." she lowered her eyes.
"I happen to like anger and rage." Damon snarled. "They can be channeled into getting things done, spontaneity, which can lead to a lot of fun." he lowered his voice as his hand ran down Elena's back and stroked her behind.
"I want you to help me channel it." Elena whispered as her eyes were drawn to Damon's lips.
Memories of their kiss in Denver came back, fueling the building desire for Damon in the pit of her stomach. Elena's hand reached down between them and she once more took Damon's swollen shaft in her hand as she began to gently stroke the silky wet skin, hardening him further. Damon's head fell against the glass, his eyes rolling backwards as his lips parted slightly at the pleasure of her touch.
Regaining control, Damon lifted his head and looked at Elena. "I'm not sure what I can teach you." he panted. "It appears you'd pass any exam with flying colors."
"We'll see." Elena breathed feeling as if she couldn't hold back anymore.
Elena pressed her lips against Damon's, while continuing to pump his length with one hand, the other made its way around his neck, pulling him almost violently in tight to her. In the meantime, Damon wrapped one hand around Elena's waist and cupped her behind tightly with the other, his fingers digging into her flesh with a sense of urgency.
As soon as their lips met, they both became desperate for one another. The kiss wasn't soft and gentle, it was aggressive with burning desire. Their tongues danced together, their teeth tugging at each others lips. Elena's hand gripped Damon's member harder as she pumped faster. He growled into the kiss as Elena felt one of Damon's fingers brush the entrance of her core. However he didn't progress any further, it was aimed to tease and nothing more. This fueled Elena's now animalistic desire as she broke away from the kiss and got on her knees.
"Elena." Damon whispered, looking down at her as his hand gripped her hair.
Elena gazed up at Damon and smiled before she wrapped one hand around his shaft and licked the tip of his length, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. She slid her other hand down her body and began to massage her clit as his desire was fueling hers and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to wait until she found her own release. Elena wrapped her lips around Damon's shaft and began to suck on him, causing him to moan with pleasure. Every sound he emitted seemed to turn Elena on even more, the simple knowledge of Damon's pleasure appeared to heighten her own. As a consequence, Elena inadvertently moaned with desire, her fingers almost meeting her needs, but she suspected Damon would be able to do a better job than she could. To heighten her own pleasure she reached down a little further and inserted a finger inside her and began to gently thrust in and out, brushing up the walls of the inside of her aching core.
"Fuck...Elena." Elena heard Damon moan as his grasp on her hair tightened. Damon began to guide her mouth exactly where he needed her to be. Elena relaxed her gag reflex to allow him to penetrate deeper. She pumped his length harder and faster as she sensed his urgency. "I'm not going to last much longer." he warned her breathlessly.
This simply fueled Elena to act to help him achieve his release. She stopped what she was doing to herself to fully concentrate on Damon's needs. She'd let him help her reach her own orgasm later. Elena released him from her mouth and momentarily used both of her hands to pump his shaft. She lifted his member up and licked the underside from his scrotum up to the tip of his shaft before taking him her mouth once more. Again she started to pump his length with one hand, while her other hand began to massage his balls.
All the while, Damon's moans became louder and Elena could feel he was hardening even more. An indication he was about to reach his climax. Elena sped up her ministrations even further, determined to ensure she took him in her mouth as he found his release. She knew she wouldn't have to wait long.
"Oh god, Elena...oh yes...oh yes...fuck...yes...yes...aargh..." Damon cried as his body went rigid.
Elena looked up as he grasped her hair tightly while she felt his warm seed slide down her throat. Simultaneously his face scrunched up in what appeared to be pain, but Elena knew better. Instead of pain it was pure pleasure, and Elena was getting to witness it first hand. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Damon climax, but this was a different type of release from the time when they'd shared blood. This was purely sexual, in an almost human way. Except Elena was aware a vampire orgasms felt more intense than a human one. Even the ones which were self administered.
Eventually Damon's member began to soften as she removed her mouth from around his shaft while Damon stroked her hair, his icy blue eyes slightly glazed with what Elena suspected to be happiness. Elena stood up and wrapped her arms around Damon and kissed him on the lips. Damon cupped her face and began to stroke her cheek as he gently kissed her back. The animalistic desire quelled on his part. Instead he was being soft and gentle. Something which came as quite a surprise to Elena. He broke away from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
"I love you Elena." he whispered, bringing a smile to Elena's face.
Elena wrapped a hand around Damon's neck and began to run her fingers tenderly through his hair.
"I love you too." she replied brushing her lips against his, however Damon pulled away and looked at her in surprise.
"Really?" he asked as Elena smiled and nodded.
"Really." Elena replied. "But can we talk about that later? I'm still being educated in how to curb my rage without lashing out." she whispered with a slight smirk on her face, running her fingers down Damon's chest.
"As I told you earlier, I quite like lashing out." Damon growled suggestively. "Turn around and put your hands on the glass." he instructed.
Elena narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Okay." she agreed and stood up against the glass shower enclosure, her chest facing out so she could see Damon's bedroom. "What now?"
"You've been a naughty girl Elena." Damon cooed into her ear as he pulled her hips away from he glass, lowering her body until she was almost bent over. "You broke into my room and went through my stuff. I think you should be punished, don't you?" he asked.
Elena realized where he was going with this. Damon couldn't hurt her, yes it would sting, but since becoming a vampire, Elena had noticed there was a much finer line between pain and pleasure than any human would ever experience. The thought of his hand slapping her behind seemed to fuel a desire for pain she didn't know existed. Elena wanted more, but only if it was going to be part of the experience of pleasure Damon was aiming for.
"I think I need to be punished, a lot." Elena whispered, not quite believing what was coming out of her own mouth. Damon nudged Elena's legs apart, suddenly Elena felt Damon's hand slap her on the cheek of her behind. "Ow!" she cried, pretending it hurt even though it wasn't very hard and it didn't.
Damon gently rubbed the spot where he'd slapped her, then she felt his lips on the area of her skin he'd spanked. Elena rolled her eyes in the back of her head at his tender action even though she knew he hadn't finished with her. Just as she was thinking that, she felt him slap her other cheek. Again it stung momentarily, her healing powers limiting the length of time she felt the pain to no more than a couple of seconds. This heightened her desire, her core now dripping wet with desire as she felt Damon's lips on the other cheek as well as his fingers gently brush against her damp, aching core, which was now throbbing more than her backside.
"Do you need to be punished again?" Damon asked seductively.
"I'll let you decide." Elena panted with need. "You can do whatever you want with my body, I'm yours, however you want me." she told him,immediately realizing her words could be construed a different way. However Elena didn't care, if he misunderstood her initial meaning. She suspected those words would eventually play out to become real if they continued on their current path, and by that she didn't just mean her and Damon.
Things weren't what she expected when she and Stefan began to rekindle their relationship. In some respects Elena had hoped to go back to the way they were before he left with Klaus. However, becoming a vampire wasn't the only thing to have changed. Elena was now older, wiser. Things she found romantic less than eight months earlier now felt childish. She was more suspicious of people and their motives. But most of all, she'd gotten to know Damon better.
The problem was, although Stefan had gotten through his ripper ways, he hadn't fundamentally changed or matured. His relationship needs were still the same. It was as if he were stuck at the age of seventeen on a maturity level. Yes he was far more mature than most seventeen year old's and had a wealth of knowledge no human could possess in one lifetime. Yet he hadn't grown. Elena now understood Caroline when she'd been devastated on what would have been her eighteenth birthday because she was stuck at the age of seventeen. Caroline may become wiser with knowledge, but she'd never become wiser with age and hindsight. Only the aging process could do that, and Caroline would never reach adulthood.
This was where Stefan and Damon differed the most. Damon had been twenty five when he turned. He wasn't a teenager, he was a man. His ideas of a relationship differed because he'd already completed puberty, both mentally and physically. Although he sometimes acted immature, Elena knew it was an act. Damon was far more mature than Stefan ever could be. And Elena suspected she'd already outgrown Stefan as girls usually matured quicker than boys and Elena was already biologically older than Stefan, albeit only by around seven months.
The one thing she hadn't expected to be able to separate Damon and Stefan was sexually. She understood Damon had a mans body and Stefan hadn't had chance to fill out before he died, but she wasn't sure who would be the most experienced between them. Had she have been asked before Stefan went off with Klaus, she'd have been certain it was Damon. But since then she'd learned a lot more about the two brothers and their early vampire years.
Elena knew Damon had remained faithful for Katherine for nearly fifty years while Stefan had been on and off with his ripper binges. She'd also discovered during that time, from Stefan's diaries, his ripper binges also included a lot of one night stands, even if the women didn't survive his sexual needs. Over the years, they'd probably both slept with too many women to count, which she should have found intimidating, yet because she'd already been with someone who was just as experienced as Damon, or maybe even more so, she didn't. However, there was a difference. Damon was clearly more open minded, willing to try things. These were natural quirks of his personality, and Elena suspected they would transpire all the way to the bedroom. Therefore he was a notorious lover. Whereas Stefan had a tendency to be slightly uptight, and again Elena had found out he wasn't the experimental type. At least he wasn't with her. Although she wasn't sure whether it had been more to do with her being human and him not wanting to hurt her, or being just the way he was. Whichever way it was, Elena was five minutes into having sexual relations with Damon and she was already in experimental mode, experiencing things she'd never have considered, which excited her like never before.
Damon slapped her once more on the butt cheek, this time a little harder, however instead of rubbing it, his fingers ran down her spine, into the crevice between the cheeks of her behind. His fingers stroked along her back passage, causing Elena to jolt as it sent shock-waves through her body. The thought of him touching her there as a human would have made her feel sick, but as a vampire it was an area of her body which was rarely in use as she no longer had any requirement for human food. She now ate out of habit or because she liked the taste. Elena still felt unsure whether she'd be comfortable with anal sex, there seemed to be a taboo surrounding it among her peers, and she wasn't sure whether she was ready to become that adventurous right now, although she had to admit, the act of touching her there was very pleasurable.
Fortunately Damon either picked up on her hesitation, or it was never his intention to indulge in an act Elena considered even more intimate than normal sex as his fingers kept moving south. Elena almost sighed with relief as she felt his fingers brush up against her entrance. He coated his fingers with her juices and ran them down her slit, parting her folds slightly as he went along, before finally finding her nub.
His fingers gently circled the bundle of nerves of her clit before moving his hand back down her folds and once more to her core. Elena then felt Damon's tongue delicately circle her entrance before he inserted it. Damon's hands pulled her folds apart to allow his tongue to explore the most intimate part of her body. It wasn't the first time she'd experienced oral sex. Stefan had done it once with her, but she'd been too embarrassed to enjoy it. He just didn't seem to have the ability to make it erotic. Instead she felt intimidated. Whereas Damon, on the other hand knew exactly what to do to not only put her mind at rest, but to turn her into a quivering mess of need and desire for him to continue.
Damon's thumb began to massage her nub as his tongue licked and sucked her folds in his initial exploration. A few moments later he blew into her entrance before circling it once more with his tongue. He inserted an exploratory finger, causing Elena's eyes to roll into the back of her head with pleasure. He withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue. Elena nearly screamed with desire. The sensation was intense and the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt. He began to thrust his hot, wet tongue in and out of her, causing her throbbing core to ache even more. She knew his face was close to her back passage, yet the taboo nature of it made her feel dirty, but in a good way. Elena needed to feel wanton, to lose herself in sensation.
All the while Damon's thumb massaged her nub, creating more pleasure. Suddenly Elena felt the sting of Damon's hand slapping the cheek of her behind. Instead of it hurting, it simply heightened her desire. All Elena knew was a multitude of sensations and pain mixed with pleasure turned out to be create a little bit of additional intensity. Thus the heat pooling in the pit of her stomach was building up and threatening to take over, however Damon stopped what he was doing altogether. Before she had a chance to complain, she saw he was lying below her, a smug grin on his face.
"On your knees." Damon commanded.
Elena did as she was told and Damon moved into position so she was straddling his face. His icy blue eyes stared up at her as he took her nub in his mouth and began to suck and flick it with his tongue. It practically took Elena's breath away. However, what finally did stop her from breathing was when she felt him insert two fingers inside her. At first he moved them gently, stretching her with scissor motions before increasing the pace and power.
"God that is good." Elena panted, pleasure coursing through her veins.
Elena leaned back on one arm to give her some balance, her eyes never leaving his as she reached behind her to locate his shaft. When she found it, Elena was surprised to find Damon was already beginning to harden. It had only been a few minutes since his release and yet he had already recovered, almost ready for action once more. Elena wasn't sure if this was the vampire healing or not as she and Stefan had never indulged in ways for him to need to recover quickly. What Elena did know was this was far quicker than a human recovery time. Elena began to pump his shaft with one hand, albeit slightly awkwardly as she was reaching behind her and couldn't see what she was doing.
Within moments, what Elena was trying to do with her hand became irrelevant. The combined power of Damon's tongue and the thrust of his fingers proved too much for her. Instead of using her hand on his shaft, she leaned forward and grabbed hold of his hair. She needed something to keep her aware of what was going on around her as her mind and body was being consumed by the fire inside of her, which was being stoked by Damon's tongue and fingers. With his free hand, Damon ran his fingers down Elena's spine and held on to her behind.
The simple gesture of tenderness was enough to throw Elena over the edge. The heat building up inside exploded like a bomb as the inside of her began to convulse violently, clamping down on Damon's fingers hard enough to stop his thrusting. Electric shocks ran through her clit and throughout every nerve in her body, burning her inside and out.
"Oh yes...yes...yes...oh...yes...oh fuck...Damon...arghh." Elena cried, she threw her head back and fell forward, her hands the floor in front of her, to stop her from completely collapsing. Her back arched towards the ceiling as she pressed her hips more into Damon's mouth. Elena lost the ability to think and her body had developed a mind of its own, twisting and shaking before going rigid.
Finally the spasms inside her began to subside and Damon's mouth let go of her nub, allowing her to come down from her high. She managed to summon up enough strength to lift her hips and allow Damon to move. As soon as she did, she almost collapsed to the floor, however Damon was too quick for her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to her feet and rested her against the glass of the shower enclosure and pressed his lips against hers.
As soon as their lips met, the exhaustion fell away. His kisses seemingly having some miraculous healing and recovery abilities. Elena wrapped her arms around Damon's neck as he pressed himself up against her, his erection pressing against her stomach. Without breaking away from the kiss, he bent his legs slightly and wrapped pulled one of Elena's legs up to his waist, while the other hand guided his shaft to line up with Elena's entrance.
Slowly Damon moved to allow his member to glide deep into Elena's core. She was so slick and wet from Damon's preparation, he didn't have to be too gentle. Instead she felt him stretch her, filling her inside to perfection. In that moment, Elena knew they were both physically designed to be together. No fit could be that perfect. As soon as he was inside her all the way, he placed his hands on Elena's behind and thrust his hips up to penetrate her once more. His grasp on her cheeks tightened as he pulled her in towards him. To help, Elena thrust her hips towards his as they moved together as one. Their bodies finally uniting after they had managed to control their desires for what felt like an eternity of wanting each other.
The union wasn't just physical, for Elena it was emotional too and she knew Damon felt the same way. For her, the small part inside of her which had been broken for so long, felt as though it was finally healing. Every move, every kiss and touch seemed to soothe her. Damon made her feel safe and secure. He made her feel wanton and desired. Yet at the same time he made her feel loved and cherished. All in all, Elena felt as though she'd finally come home.
Damon lifted Elena's other leg and wrapped it around his waist. He pressed her back up against the glass and held onto her behind and began to thrust inside her. Elena was limited with how she could help. Vigorous thrusting was out of the question, but she could manage small circular movements. They broke away from their kiss and pressed their foreheads together. Their breathing was uneven from the heat, excursion and pleasure.
Suddenly Damon wrapped his arms around Elena's waist and vamp-sped them both out of the shower and over to the vanity unit which housed the sinks. He swiped his hand knocking the everything which was on the vanity all over the floor, before sitting her down in their place, next to the sinks. Damon took hold of Elena's hips and began to pound inside her, his thrusts more forceful and at a much faster rate, probably bruising her in the process, albeit temporarily. Even still, the aching of her core meant Elena was able to and needed to keep up to help fuel the pleasure. With each movement, Damon's pelvis brushed up against Elena's clit, causing the heat to pool inside her stomach. The power behind each thrust was quickly building Elena back up to being close to a second release. Never in such a short period of time had she been this close to experiencing two separate orgasms.
Their moans and pants were becoming desperate, their movements frantic. Elena's fingernails were digging into the Damon's shoulders so hard she could smell his blood. It didn't seem to affect him, if anything it possibly spurred him on even more. The palm of Damon's hand massaged one of Elena's breasts, pinching her nipple and causing it to pebble.
Elena pushed her hips towards Damon with force, using her feet against the vanity unit. However, Elena underestimated her vampire strength, and instead of giving extra power to the thrust, she vamp-sped them across the room and Damon's back clattered into the bathroom wall. Luckily, they didn't break their union as Damon slid to the floor, pulling a couple of towels down with him.
"What are you doing?" Elena asked.
Initially Damon didn't answer her, he simply grinned and with one hand he opened up the towel and laid it on the floor while place the other still folded towel at one end in the style of a bed.
"I don't think I can wait long enough to get back to the bed." he whispered. "I want to make you come so hard, you'll be screaming my name so loud, they'll be able to hear you as far away as Grove Hill."
"Then you'll need to fuck me harder." Elena purred as Damon suddenly had her on her back, her head resting against the makeshift pillow.
Elena lifted her knees up and spread her legs wide to allow Damon better access. He laced his fingers through hers and he raised her arms above her head before moving his hips. Damon's powerful pelvis thrust deep inside her, further than she'd ever been penetrated before, yet he was still able to brush up against her clit with his every move. She raised her own hips to allow her to move in unison with his. Every time their bodies connected, the power behind the thrusts, which would have killed a human sent electric shocks pulsating and invigorating every nerve, and created the most intense pleasure imaginable. Elena was so lost in desire, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. However she knew it couldn't last. Her orgasm was quickly building up and seeking it's release. Her cries of pleasure were making it plain what she needed to both her and Damon.
Damon was clearly a man with a wealth of experience. Enough to know exactly when a woman needed that something extra to bring her to her climax. He unlaced the fingers of one of their hands and slid it between their bodies. His hand found Elena's clit and his fingers began to massage her nub with the perfect amount of pressure and speed.
"Elena..." Damon panted. "I don't think I can last much longer.
"Neither can..." Elena started as the heat inside her cut her off by finally boiling over. "Oh fuck! Oh my god...Damon...oh yes...yes...yes...aargh!" she cried.
The inside of Elena's core began to spasm hard around Damon's shaft. The brush of his fingers against her overly sensitive clit sending electric shocks of pleasure throughout her entire body. The heat and throbbing in her core exploding, sending waves of what felt like hot lava shooting up her spine. Elena pressed her head backwards into the towel and her back arched off the floor as her body became rigid from the intensity of it. All the while her orgasm continuing to wash over her, albeit gradually slowing down.
"Elena...Fuck!" Damon whispered before he cried out loud with pleasure, the pulsating inside her core from her own climax, milking Damon's shaft to help him reach his.
Elena looked up into his eyes with wonderment as his face contorted into an expression of blissful agony. A second later, Elena felt the delicious sensation of his warm seed spill inside her.
They wordlessly gazed at one another in the eyes before Damon collapsed on top of her, taking a moment to catch his breath. Elena kissed his shoulder as he turned his head around, smiled and placed a chaste kiss on her lips before pulling his softening member out of her, and sitting up, his back resting up against the bathroom wall.
Elena sat between Damon's legs on the bathroom floor, her head resting against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as if he were never going to let her go. The desperate yearning for home, which had been inside Elena since her parents died, finally felt satisfied. Although her general anger and rage had subsided, her feelings towards Rebekah hadn't. The Original sister had slept with Damon, and if she knew Elena had feelings for him, Rebekah would make a beeline for him. Elena needed to know what would happen if she tried it on again with him.
"I think I'm still going to need the stake." Elena suddenly said.
"I figured you'd say that." Damon replied. "You know, we didn't need to have sex with me to get it."
"I know." Elena smiled, turning her head to look up to him. "That was to make sure you don't sleep with Rebekah again if I don't end up staking her."
"So I have to stay celibate for all eternity while you're fucking my brother?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow. "That doesn't exactly sound like a fair deal to me."
"Did I say anything about celibacy?" Elena asked. "If anything, with the way things are going with Stefan, I'll be the one enduring an eternity of celibacy."
"Is that what I'm here for? To satisfy the needs my brother can't fulfill?" he narrowed his eyes. "Or is there more to it than you're telling me?"
"You know you mean more to me than just that Damon. I already told you how I felt while we were in the shower, and that wasn't just because of what we were doing. I meant every word." Elena sat up. "I just need to get my head clear before I can make any decisions about my future."
"I thought you already made the decision about your future the night you went off Wickery Bridge." Damon said quietly.
"At the time I told you I didn't want to think about always, only right now, and that hasn't changed." Elena, cupped Damon's face. "I wasn't choosing to spend eternity with Stefan, I was choosing to say goodbye to him. And you know what?"
"What?" Damon asked.
"I'm glad I did. Because if I hadn't, Ric would have killed you and you'd be dead. And I don't know what I'd have done without you." she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "But for my future, that's a different story."
"Really?" Damon frowned. "So you think you can just leave me to die alone and I'll forgive you straight away. I love you Elena, but that's not something I can forgive overnight."
"So was this just meaningless sex to you?" Elena asked, on the one hand she was shocked by his bluntness, but considering his behavior towards her since she turned, she knew she shouldn't have been surprised.
"Hell no!" Damon replied. "But I don't know the way your mind is working right now Elena. Is it because you're a vampire and Stefan isn't enough for you, or is it something else?" he asked. "To forgive you I need to know what it is that has changed. I don't want to think we might actually stand a chance and then you just waltz off into the sunset with my brother. I've had enough heartbreak."
"I know." she sighed. "You're right, something has changed." Elena lowered her eyes. "No matter what my feelings were for you before, I didn't understand your humanity, why you'd get angry and flip. Your impulsiveness. It was the vampirism I didn't get. Stefan acted so human..."
"So you could ignore it?" Damon asked, raising and eyebrow as Elena nodded.
"I was scared of being with a vampire. Stefan didn't seem like a vampire. I felt like he was the same as me, human. No matter my feelings for you, there were parts of you I didn't understand. The fact that I had feelings for someone who was capable of killing without remorse scared me."
"And now you know?" Damon asked as once again Elena nodded.
"Who I loved more before, became irrelevant." Elena rested her head on Damon's chest. "But that's not the only reason Damon. I also chose Stefan because he rescued me when my parents died. Both physically and emotionally. He helped me heal."
"But you still had a constant death wish Elena." Damon said quietly. "That doesn't sound like healing to me."
"Okay, he helped me paper over the cracks." Elena admitted.
"And why is that not a problem anymore?" Damon asked.
"Because when I died, although the grief is still there, dying like that and Matt surviving has helped me start the healing process for real. I don't feel guilty for not dying anymore. Does that make sense?" Elena asked.
"So dying on the bridge, ultimately released you from the bond which tied you to Stefan. You've served your time and paid the price. Now you can start fresh without guilt or shame, which allows you to follow your heart." Damon offered.
"Yes." Elena replied.
"And what does your heart say Elena?" Damon whispered.
"It says you." Elena looked up to him and smiled sadly. "That's if you'll ever forgive me." she added as her smile faded.
Damon rested his chin on Elena's forehead and pulled her in tight. "You once told me you needed time to forgive me, and I you forgave me before I deserved it." he said quietly. "The moment you walked into that shower, I knew something was different. You're not the type of girl to sleep with someone lightly. You're too loyal for it to be sexual frustration. You need to care for someone too much just to have casual sex. That part of you doesn't change when you become a vampire, if anything it's heightened. Elena, you still have a boyfriend yet you haven't slept with him." Damon frowned. "Why not? The first opportunity you got to be with me, you took it. But for some reason you've not done it with your boyfriend. Now that is strange behavior for a vampire. Sex with the person you love is the best part of being a vampire."
Elena hesitated for a moment. "I know this is going to sound crazy." she told him. "But being with Stefan feels like I'm cheating on you."
"Oh." Damon blinked with surprise at her comment. He frowned, clearly deep in thought before he decided to elaborate. "Hmm, are your feelings for Stefan heightened?" he asked as Elena simply shook her head. "And for me?"
"Yes, they're heightened." Elena said quietly.
"Interesting." Damon nodded to himself. "Look, lets take things one step at a time. We don't need to rush into anything. No matter what you feel for me, you still chose Stefan, and in some way, you owe it to him to at least make a go of things, even if it is futile and you know it won't work. Still make the effort, I'll still be waiting."
"But Damon, why are you so willing to wait?" Elena asked.
"Because I've been alone for a hundred and forty six years Elena. I think I can wait a few more days or weeks to finally be with the woman I love." he smiled. "Because Elena, although you're still with Stefan, I know now it's only for the short term. But you need to make sure you have lots of reasons for you and Stefan breaking up, not just me."
"I know." Elena nodded. "I need to make sure that even if things go wrong with us, I still won't regret breaking up with Stefan."
"Exactly." Damon nodded. "Speaking of which, aren't you supposed to be going to a Rebekah staking party?"
"Something like that." Elena laughed. "Will you give me the white oak stake?" she asked.
"Yeah." Damon agreed. "You go wait in my room and I'll go get it." he said as they both stood up.
Damon stood up and gave Elena a hand. He passed Elena a white fluffy towel, while he wrapped one around his waist. Damon then gave her a kiss on the nose and walked out of the bedroom as Elena dried the last drops of water from her body before wrapping the towel around her chest. She wandered over to the bed and flopped down on it, taking in the softness of the mattress. She closed her eyes for a minute and turned over, inhaling Damon's scent. However for some reason it quickly seemed to fade. Elena opened her eyes and she was lying face down on her own bed. Lifting her head, she looked out of the window to see daylight streaming through her curtains. Judging by the location of the sun she could make out it was still early morning.
Memories of the rest of the previous day came flooding back, the party the werewolf bite and her hallucinating Damon. Elena sat up in her bed and sighed, it had been another one of her dreams. She looked at the clock and saw she had a couple of hours left until she had to get ready before Damon came to pick her up to go to Whitmore college. They were going to meet a professor who'd contacted Bonnie for her to collect her Grams things. The reason she and Damon were going was because Damon was going to teach her how to feed. Her stomach flipped at the notion, and it wasn't because she was going to satiate her desire for blood. It was because she was spending the entire day with Damon, and part of it would mean they were alone together.
Setting her excitement to one side, Elena bent over and picked up the dream journal from it's hiding place beneath the floorboard under her bed, and opened it at the next blank page, before starting to write. Dear Diary...
Just a point regarding whether Elena was at the point of thinking she needed to break up with Stefan. I believe she realized if she wanted to be with Damon she did. Elena is a very loyal character and I would love to say it would be OOC for her to cheat, but I'm not entirely sure whether she would or not. She clearly wanted to go further with Damon on a sexual level. But in her mind I think her guilt would have forced her to recognize she needed to break up with Stefan if she slept with Damon. Even if her body hasn't cheated on Stefan, her mind has and her guilt are the basis for my inclusion of her already considering it in her dream even if she wasn't quite there in her waking hours.
This is the start of the deterioration of Stelena.
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