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, bad language and blood sharing.
For anyone unfamiliar with my explanation of blood-sharing, it goes into a fair amount of detail in 'The Memory'.
Dear Diary
Another night as a vampire, another erotic dream about Damon.
It all started because earlier today, Damon, Bonnie and I all went to Whitmore College. Bonnie went to see some guy called Professor Shane (Damon called him Professor Creepy), who teaches Occult Studies there, which is what her Grams used to teach. Some of Miss Sheila's things were still in her old office and Bonnie went to pick them up.
Damon and I were there for him to teach me how to 'snatch, eat, erase.'
When I told Stefan, he wasn't happy about me going with Damon, he'd have preferred to have Caroline teach me, but she drinks from blood-bags. And she has super self control in everything. She wouldn't get why someone would have control issues and would probably judge me if I had any issues. I knew it would be easier to learn with Damon, because he never judges me like she does. Before we went, Stefan warned about getting caught up in the feed and the blood. I didn't know what he meant at the time, but I do now.
When we got there, we went to an Occult Studies class and Damon helped explain to me the easiest types of prey to go for. When I went up to the girl we chose for me to try, I saw a picture of her with a kid on her phone and couldn't do it. I suddenly felt guilty. Basically I sucked. Damon complained everyone was related to someone. luckily Bonnie came to the rescue with a flier for a killers and victims frat party.
Damon dressed up as Jack the Ripper (how ironic considering his brother is a ripper), and Bonnie and I were his prostitute victims. Bonnie went to talk to Professor Shane, leaving Damon and I alone at the party.
We picked a guy out who had roofied a girl's drink. I successfully performed snatch, eat, erase on the scumbag. But I wanted more and because of the type of party we were at, we could get away with feeding from people in public. I guess people around us just assumed we were making out with our victims.
After a while Damon and I were both on blood high's and we got caught up in the music and began to dance together. However it wasn't like two platonic friends dancing. We were getting pretty close. Dirty dancing would be a better way to describe it. I was even wiping the blood from Damon's face and licking it from my fingers.
I have never felt so free in my life. Stefan took me on a motorcycle to have fun, Damon took me to a party and we had some sexy dancing together. He didn't judge me, he was just as into it as I was.
The fun stopped when Bonnie caught us. She wasn't very happy with what she saw and ended up arguing with Damon. However he did say something interesting which did make me think about how people view him. Because he knows how to have fun and not kill when feeding, he doesn't have to use blood-bags which are for sick people. And he doesn't have to kill innocent people. Although people look at him with disdain, his method of feeding is the best way if a vampire can control it. My friends look at Stefan and think he's the safer one to be around. But his ripper urges means his self control is limited. He can't maintain the animal diet and will fall off the proverbial wagon. He is the more dangerous of the two brothers. Damon just doesn't like people to see him as a good guy. But I know him better than that.
What was strange was when we got back to my house. I admitted I understood his way was the right way to be a vampire, I just didn't want to be like that. I don't like the idea of my friends hating me for feeding from the vein. Damon asked me what I really wanted. I wanted to tell him the truth, which was that I wanted him, but Stefan interrupted us. Apparently he'd been to talk to Jeremy about something, although he was a little vague as to what it was. But everything between Stefan and I felt wrong. I felt like I was talking to a stranger. I didn't want him to be there. I wanted to be talking to Damon.
Damon left and I lied to Stefan, telling him feeding was awful and I hated it. I'm not sure if her believed me because I admitted I got caught up in the blood high. although I didn't say anything about me dirty dancing with Damon. I just hope Bonnie doesn't tell him. Things are already strained enough between Stefan and me. I think Stefan suspects I still have feelings for Damon, and now that I'm a vampire I understand Damon more. He also knows that I need help adjusting to being a vampire, and Stefan can't be the one to be there for me which eliminates all of the barriers which prevented me from choosing Damon when I was human. I think Stefan wishes I was human again, probably even more than I do. I don't like what I'm becoming, but I know I have to accept it, because I'm going to be this person for eternity. Constantly living with guilt is not an option and I need to find a way to adjust and Stefan is not the right person to help me with thatr I need someone who won't judge me until I come into my own and find myself once more. To at least the discover vampire version of myself.
Back to the dream. I dreamed we were at the party and Bonnie never interrupted Damon and me dancing. Things got a little more heated, to the extent of doing things I would never do. But in my dream I could do it with no consequences because I felt free and I didn't care what other people around us thought of me. I think deep down that is what I'm desperate for. Freedom to express myself. Yes the dream was erotic, and it was about Damon, but there was more to it. It was also about how I perceive my life right now, like I'm trapped and although I'd never do what I did in the dream, I was doing whatever the hell I wanted to do without anyone judging me, with the only person I know that doesn't hold me to impossible expectations. Instead he'd support me because he loves me. And part of me knows that I love him too.
I wonder when the next dream will be.
E
….the previous night's dream.
Damon, Elena and Bonnie all stood outside the white fraternity building which for the night was called the Murder House at Whitmore College. Damon was teaching Elena how to feed and Bonnie was going to meet the guy who had taken over from Grams as Professor of Occult studies at the college. He had some stuff which once belonged to Grams and Bonnie had come to collect it. They were meeting him at the frat party, which suited both Damon and Elena's agenda as Damon's earlier attempts to show Elena how to feed hadn't gone down well when she'd had an attack of conscience and compelled her victim to leave without feeding. Therefore Damon convinced Elena this was the perfect opportunity as she'd find plenty of people who wouldn't have that effect on her, meaning it would be an easy place to learn.
Their decision to go to the party meant they needed to dress up as either killers or victims. They'd spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for the perfect costumes to wear. True to form, Damon went as a killer, and Elena and Bonnie were two of his victims.
The three of them entered the house to be met by a guy with fake blood splattered all over his clothes, holding a glass of red alcoholic liquid in his hands.
"Hey. I'm Frankie, unassuming serial killer." Frankie introduced himself with a smile.
"I'm Jack." Damon smiled a fake smile as they all took a drink from the girl walking by with a tray full of drinks containing the same red liquid as what was in Frankie's glass. "And these are the two lovely ladies I just...Rippered." he joked.
"Welcome to the Murder House, Bloody Mary's are free until midnight. Enjoy yourselves." Frankie grinned and walked away as they started looking around. Elena noticed an entrance to a room which was dark with strobe lighting and where loud dance music was pumping out the speakers. Elena assumed that must be the main area of the party where the crowds would be.
"Well hats off to these idiots." Damon muttered, taking his hat off and putting it back on, while carefully examining the crowd. "Oh look, Professor Creepy." he said pointing up the stairs.
"His name is Professor Shane." Bonnie chided Damon. "And he's not creepy. I'm gonna go talk to him."
"You do that." Damon said to Bonnie as she handed her drink over to Elena and walked off towards Professor Shane. Damon and Elena then headed off into the party, looking for people to be their real potential victims.
"Inebriated sleezeballs all covered in blood." Damon sighed. "Come on. Pick one."
Elena started looking around for the perfect candidate to be her first victim. She didn't have to look far as she noticed a guy slipping roofies into a girl's drink. "I think I found one." Elena told Damon.
"Roofie guy?" Damon asked.
"Mhm." Elena replied.
"Nice choice. Go get him." Damon encouraged her.
Earlier, Damon had told Elena she needed to separate her prey from the crowd before feeding. So Elena walked over to the roofie guy and bumped into him.
"Oh.. I'm sorry...Drink?" Elena apologized flirtatiously, handing him Bonnie's drink.
"Sure." the guy smiled at Elena. "I'll be right back." he told the girl he'd just tried to roofie, before following into a slightly quieter side room. They both put their drinks down, the guy grinning at the hope of potentially getting laid while Elena was fake flirting, her interest solely on his carotid artery. "Great party, right?" he asked, trying to break the ice.
"Yea." Elena replied before throwing him against a wall and staring at him in the eyes. "You're not gonna make a sound." she compelled him.
Elena felt her eyes tingle and her fangs elongate as she made straight for the man's neck. No matter how hungry she was, or how good it felt, Elena knew she had to be careful. The problem was, with every mouthful, she increasingly cared more about wanting his blood than keeping the guy alive. She even began to consider the possibility of the world being a better place if she killed, him. At least that way he wouldn't be drugging women and potentially raping them. Justification for his kill was mounting in her head as she heard a sound behind her. She couldn't see him, but Elena instantly recognized Damon's soothing scent.
"Now remember the idea is not to kill him." Damon whispered behind her. She knew she should listen to him, but the blood was making her feel better than she had since the moment she turned. "Elena!" he called out, but Elena refused to stop. There was no indication the guy was in immediate danger, she was drinking very slowly. "Step away from the ledge. Elena!" he warned her.
Elena finally let go of the man's neck, her mouth dripping with blood. She didn't want to stop, but now she knew she could stop, she realized the night was young there were plenty more people to feed from. And even if she did have a problem, she knew Damon would make sure she didn't go too far. Suddenly feeding from humans didn't feel wrong after all. Instead it made her feel strong, powerful and free. She could say or do anything she wanted, there was nothing to stop her. The feeling was intoxicating.
"Leave and forget about this." Elena compelled the guy who quickly left. She smiled and turned to face Damon.
"Nice touch." he said proudly. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"I feel good." Elena smiled with surprise as she wiped her mouth and began to laugh. She walked over to Damon and hugged him and whispered into his ear. "I want more."
"Okay, so you need to watch what I do, then you try." Damon told her as he removed his hat and cape, and threw it on the floor. He took Elena's hand and led her back into the main dance area.
Damon let go of Elena's hand and wandered over to a girl who was dancing. His good looks had practically every woman staring at him. A pang of desire ran through Elena's veins as he looked at the his intended victim seductively. If Elena had still been a human, she would have felt jealous. But now she was a vampire, Elena recognized the predator in him, and when he was hunting, he was glorious.
At first he danced with the girl, however Elena watched and listened carefully. Damon compelled the girl not to scream and to act as though they were making out before he bit her. The smell of blood filled the air, forcing Elena's fangs to try to make an early appearance. She managed to control them, while she looked around the room for her own victim. She saw a dark haired girl dancing nearby and Elena immediately decided she was her target. She moved over to where the girl was and began to dance with her before grabbing the girl by her shoulders and staring into her eyes.
"Don't scream. This isn't gonna hurt." Elena compelled her.
Elena tilted the girl's head to one side and bit down on her neck and began to drink. As the sweet blood filled her mouth, a sense of warmth, power and sexual desire filled her veins. She quickly stopped feeding, a test to see if she could take one large mouthful and resist taking any more like she did with the roofie guy. Elena broke away with blood dripping down her chin, but she didn't care. It was a murder party and nobody would suspect a thing. Instead their fellow party-goers would think it was part of her costume. Happy with her success, she let go of the girl and began to dance again.
Elena noticed Damon across the room, making his way towards her. He looked sexy with the blood dripping from his mouth, she couldn't help but smile at him. Elena wrapped her arms around Damon's neck as they started to dance together. Apart from the music of Calvin Harris' Feel So Close, the whole world seemed to disappear around them. The words of the song matching Elena's exact feelings for Damon in that moment.
This was the second time Elena had experienced this feeling in Damon's arms, the first time being at the pageant. It was that moment she began to notice him as more than just Stefan's older brother. But now things were different. Now they knew each other, and in some respects depended upon one another. For Elena he was her rock. For Damon, she was his humanity. However there was more to their dynamic. They were both insanely attracted to each other, and their feelings for one another ran deeper than it should for him being her boyfriends brother. The last time Elena was in his arms like this, was the first time she'd felt sexually attracted to him. Now it was more, there was a pull she couldn't explain. Damon felt safe, like home.
As they continued to dance, Elena finally felt free to be who she wanted to be. She and Damon were in their own little bubble, where nobody else existed but them. They could say or do what they want, be what they wanted to be. Because in their temporary little world, no one else mattered, or even knew them, meaning for a short time, they were free to love each other.
Elena remembered the night before she turned, she'd told Matt love should be about someone who made you feel glad to be alive. And for the first time since she turned, Elena felt glad she was alive. Yet at the same time, Damon was still consuming her. He fulfilled her expectations of what love should be and more. He was passionate and sexy. Qualities she'd never viewed as necessary, but now knew she not only wanted them, she needed them. He could turn her on by simply being near her. Now she was in his arms, she wasn't sure how she was going to stop herself from ripping his clothes off.
Elena decided on trying to distract herself from the ache between her legs by concentrating on the blood around his face. She ran her hand up Damon's neck and chin, wiping away the powerful red nectar before licking the blood from her fingers. However, instead of distracting her, it had the opposite effect, it just turned her on even more and she began to feel a dampness in her panties.
Their dancing became more risque as the song progressed. Elena straddled Damon's leg and circled her hips, sliding her pelvis up and down his thigh. The friction created by the contact with him causing her core to ache even more. As their hips met, judging by the hard bulge in Damon's pants, Elena realized she wasn't the only one feeling turned on by what they were doing.
"You're wet." Damon whispered seductively into Elena's ear.
"I know." Elena replied, surprised by Damon's bluntness, however the way he said it only served to fuel her desire. "You're hard." she smiled, her hand stroking Damon's cheek.
They stared at each other in the eyes for a few moments longer while their bodies continued to move to the music. Elena's smile fell. Her lips parted and her breathing sped up. Not through exhaustion, but through sheer need for the man she was dancing with. His own face held the same expression as her own, an intense combination of love and lust. They rested their foreheads against one another as Damon pulled Elena's waist in tight to his body, making sure his thigh was constantly rubbing against Elena's core, while her hip brushed over his ever growing erection.
Elena tightened her arms around Damon's neck, her hands running through the back of his hair. Every inch of her body told her to kiss him. Memories of Denver came flooding back. The kiss in the motel had only been three weeks earlier, yet it felt like a lifetime ago. She desperately needed to feel his soft lips against hers once more, but that wasn't all she was craving. Not long after she'd turned, Elena had fed from Damon. It had been a wonderful experience, if she didn't count the vomiting afterwards. On the other hand, Damon had also found it highly erotic. From what she could tell, he'd been able to feel some of what she was experiencing. She wanted to know what blood sharing felt like with the other vampire taking her blood. Elena no longer cared whether it was personal or not. She wanted Damon every way possible, and the more they continued to dance, the further Elena wanted to take things.
Suspecting Damon would never make the first move, Elena knew she needed to take action. She gently brushed her lips against his, hoping he wanted the same. Just because he had an erection, it didn't necessarily mean his head would want to act on it. Fortunately for Elena, Damon had simply been holding back, probably waiting for her to make the first move.
They momentarily stared at each other, their eyes forging a connection, confirming they both wanted the same thing. Their mouths met once more, lips parted, for unlike Denver, they were already familiar with each other. The kiss started out tender, their tongues becoming reacquainted with one another, twisting and dancing to match their own moves on the dance-floor.
The tenderness didn't last long. Now they were both vampires, there was no need to be gentle. Vampires were lethal and had a natural propensity towards aggression. This carried over into their kiss. Not only that, but their faces and mouths were still covered with blood. Her vampire instinct, combined with her feelings and sexual desire for Damon, took over from any rational thought regarding the rights and wrongs of her actions.
The kiss was bold, passionate and almost violent in their desperation to taste each other. Their tongues danced, fought and swiped each other's mouths. Their teeth tugged one another's lips, while their hands roamed, exploring as they had in Denver. Only this time they didn't care who saw them. Nobody at the party knew them. They could have sex in the middle of the dance-floor, and should anyone complain, they'd just compel them to forget what they saw. However, the room was fairly dark to the human eye, meaning they could probably get away with almost anything, compulsion probably wouldn't be necessary. That didn't mean Elena wanted to have sex in the middle of the dance-floor. However, she did think it would be interesting to see how far they could push themselves. There was always the side room where Elena had fed from the roofie guy if her and Damon did decide to go all the way.
Elena broke away from the kiss. "I want more than just a kiss." she whispered into his ear.
Damon smirked at her comment. "How much more?" he asked.
"Everything and anything you want to do." Elena purred. "God I want you so badly." she moaned.
"Here?" Damon raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sure we can find a little more privacy later." Elena whispered. "But right now, I want passion, adventure and danger. And I also want you to consume me, literally." she added, using Damon's words when they first met.
"You want to blood share, with me?" Damon asked.
"I want to blood share, feed and fuck." Elena purred, surprised by her own boldness and language, but she was telling the truth. Her desire for Damon had finally caught up with her, and there was no holding her back.
Elena knew her sex drive had increased since becoming a vampire, even though she had yet to actually have sex. Unlike before, she felt perpetually horny. When she fed, her already heightened emotions were magnified, and this included her sex drive. Although it hadn't seemed prompt her to want to have sex with her prey, there was one exception, Damon. When she'd fed from him, she'd become so aroused, she'd had a small orgasm. She didn't know if it was the blood sharing or Damon himself which caused her to climax. Elena was also aware her lack of sex since turning was making her grumpy, which was never a good idea for a vampire. A moody vampire was more likely to do bad things. To ensure Elena didn't go off the rails, she knew she needed to let go and be sexually free, and the only man she could be like that with was Damon, because she knew he was more likely to think the same way as she did.
Her assessment of Damon was clearly correct, judging from the look of initial surprise by her suggestion. However a small smile crept up the corners of his mouth, as if there were a multitude of ideas brewing in his head.
"This is turning into my favorite type of evening." he whispered back into her ear. "Although I never thought I'd hear you say you wanted it too."
"I wouldn't do it with anyone else." Elena smiled truthfully. "You're the only one I want..." she took a deep breath, knowing she was making not only a huge statement of intent, but also a big commitment. "...For all eternity." she added.
"What about always?" Damon narrowed his eyes suspiciously, referring back to their conversation once upon a long time ago when she'd told Damon it would always be Stefan.
"I don't think always is close to being long enough for us." Elena replied, cupping Damon's cheek and kissing him tenderly on the lips.
"And what about your so called epic love?" Damon raised an eyebrow. Elena knew he was looking to find out whether this was sex or more. He wanted reassurances.
"An epic love stops being epic the moment you realize you've found your soulmate elsewhere." she said resting her forehead against his. "And what's the point in being soulmates if you can't have fun together?" she winked.
"And you think this will be fun?" Damon smirked.
"I have complete faith in your ability to make this evening very...pleasurable." Elena whispered as she ran her fingers down Damon's neck and down the exposed part of his chest.
Damon grasped Elena's wrist and stopped her from any further exploration. As soon as she saw the mischievous expression on Damon's face, Elena's dead heart began to beat a little faster with anticipation. He spun her around and pulled her in tight, so that her back was pressed up against his chest while his arms were wrapped around her waist and his cheek was resting against hers.
"We need to choose our dance partners very carefully Elena." Damon explained. "I say we have one out here on the dance-floor. You feed from her while I feed from you." he said.
"Why does it have to be a woman?" Elena frowned.
"Because I'll get very jealous of you dirty dancing with a guy." Damon explained. "You're going to feel what I feel and jealousy is not on the menu. Seeing you seductively drink from a woman... lets just say I would find it a huge turn on." he told her.
"You want me to make out with her?" Elena asked in shock.
"No!" Damon exclaimed. "I'd get jealous. But watching a vampire feed can be an erotic sight if done properly. We could compel the girl to enjoy it, so she gets something out of it. Trust me, the effect it will have on me will affect you the same." he said. "We'll see what happens after that." he added.
"So how do we choose?" Elena asked suspiciously.
"Aside from you, who do you think is the prettiest single looking, tall girl on the dance-floor?" Damon asked. "No need to get jealous, I've only got eyes for you." he assured her.
Elena scoured the room and saw a pretty girl dancing alone. "Her!" Elena pointed out. "But she looks a little..." she started.
"High?" Damon asked. "Even better." he grinned.
"I thought you said earlier I didn't need the extra buzz." Elena frowned.
"That was before we knew how good your self control was." Damon told her. "Plus, did you want to walk around stoned during the day?" he asked.
"No." Elena replied.
"Exactly." Damon said. "But now we're at a party with drunk and high college students. We might as well also enjoy the ride. But don't worry, the buzz doesn't last as long as it does in a human." he explained. "Now go dance with her and I'll follow. Just remember to compel her not to scream and enjoy what you're going to do instead." he instructed.
Elena made her way through the throng of dancing students, until she reached the girl and started to dance with her. A few moments later she could sense Damon behind her. Elena had no idea how she knew it was him, but it was like a sixth sense linking them together. Elena moved in closer to the girl and held her gaze.
"Don't scream." Elena said as she began to issue the compulsion Damon had suggested. "It's not going to hurt, instead you're going to really like it and it's going to feel really good." she smiled as she closed in on the girl and pushed her hair behind her shoulder.
Taking into consideration what Damon had said about feeding looking erotic, Elena decided to go slowly and stay close to the girl. Anyone who didn't know them would have assumed they were making out. Elena's eyes tingled and her fangs elongated as she located the carotid artery on the girls neck and gently bit down. Due to the girl being taller than Elena, she didn't need to bend her head down to bite her. A small sigh of bliss came out of the girls mouth.
Elena felt Damon tuck her own hair over one shoulder, exposing her neck to him. He was stood behind her and now she understood why he'd suggested a taller girl. It was to ensure Elena wasn't stooped over to feed. This allowed Damon to wrap his arms around her waist and bite her without issue.
As Elena slowly sucked on the blood, she began to feel the now familiar sensation of power and energy, mixed with a sexual desire. However, the girl had clearly taken some kind of drug and Elena was feeling the effects of it. She started to feel lightheaded and almost spaced out. Suddenly she felt a something sharp pierce the skin on her neck as she realized Damon was biting down on her. The next moment she felt him tug a little at her blood, a sensation which almost made her collapse with pleasure. She didn't need him to press up against her from behind to feel his erection. What he felt, she was experiencing in her own body. Elena could also tell as Damon tugged on her blood, he was beginning to feel the second hand effects of the drug the girl had taken. The seemed to heighten the effects the drug was having on Elena and she began to lose all sense of moral responsibility as her inhibitions quickly ebbed away.
Indeed, Elena started to feel carefree. Also her sexual need for Damon increased beyond measure. She was becoming desperate for some kind of sexual relief, however she didn't know if it were her own body which needed more stimulation or Damon's. Taking a chance, Elena slid one hand behind her back and found the front of his pants which housed his huge erection. She ran her hands down the front of his pants, feeling the shape of his length. Her actions sent shocks of electricity to her aching core causing them to simultaneously moan with pleasure.
Elena felt Damon's hand slip under her skirt and down her panties as he first began to massage her nub before inserting a finger inside her. Although Elena should have felt concerned as to whether there were any prying eyes, she didn't. In fact the very notion they were doing this in plain sight made it seem more dangerous, which only served to make it more exciting and erotic.
Damon's fingers worked harder as Elena continued to stroke his member through his pants. The drugs were affecting them both, as was the blood-lust and the blood sharing. It was a heady cocktail of sexual needs taking over from common sense. Just to add an extra element into the mix, the girl Elena was feeding from was moaning loudly, as it appeared she was also getting off on what they were doing.
Suddenly the heat in the pit of Elena's stomach failed to be contained any longer. Her core started to spasm as her orgasm began to take over her body. Damon's broke away from taking her blood, just as Elena stopped feeding from the girl. Somewhere in her mind she thought she overheard Damon tell the girl not to move until he told her to.
Elena's throbbing wet core convulsed around Damon's finger with such force, she knew she was crushing his bones, but he never flinched. It was almost as if he enjoyed the pain, but Elena would never know as they were no longer blood sharing. Damon held his arm tightly around her waist, ensuring she didn't fall with the intensity of her powerful orgasm.
"Fuck...Damon..." she cried biting her lip so hard she made it bleed.
"That's good Elena." Damon encouraged her. "Let it out." he whispered, kissing her neck.
Elena's back arched as she went rigid. The powerful spasms running through her body preventing her from moving. "Argh!" she almost screamed, resting her head on Damon's shoulder as his fingers ceased toying with her and he removed his hand from her panties.
"You can leave now and forget what just happened." Damon told the girl whom Elena had been feeding from, who promptly complied and left to dance elsewhere.
Elena's breathing started to slow as her orgasm finally subsided. Leaving her feeling high and sexually sated, although Elena knew the feeling would only be a temporary relief. She turned around to face Damon who had a huge grin on his face.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you think?" Elena smirked, wrapping her arms around Damon's neck as they began to sway to the music once more. "What about you?" she asked.
Damon pulled Elena in tight, until she could feel his erection pressing up against her pelvis, sending heat into the pit of her stomach once more and immediately turning her on again. "What do you think?" he growled.
Elena started to unbutton Damon's shirt and run her hands over his soft exposed skin, taking in the hard muscles. "I think we need to do something about that." she teased before kissing him on the lips. "However, I'd prefer somewhere a little more secluded. There would be a queue of women lining up for a piece of you if we carried on along the same lines as what we were doing a few minutes ago out here, and I think I might get a little jealous." she pouted, as she slid her hand between them and felt the outline of his erection.
"Keep doing that and we won't have time to go anywhere more private." Damon warned her softly as Elena let go. "I think it's time we took this party elsewhere. We could invite a couple of guests, you know, for light refreshments." he winked.
"Do you have anyone in mind?" Elena asked.
"See those two women over there?" Damon pointed to a darkened area of the room, where Elena could make out the shapes of two women who looked to be making out. Elena nodded in reply. "They're perfect for what we need." he told her. "We can feed, fuck and I can drink your blood." he said as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her.
"Are they high?" Elena asked.
"No, I don't think so." Damon replied as Elena sighed a sigh of relief, the drugs buzz was fun, but she wanted to feel everything when she and Damon made love for the first time.
"Fine." Elena smiled as Damon took her hand and led her over to the two women who were now talking.
Damon stared at them both. "I need you to come with me and my girlfriend. When we get there don't scream, there's no need to be afraid. Do whatever you want until I tell you otherwise. When I ask you to leave, you'll forget you ever saw us." he compelled them.
Elena's heart felt like it had skipped a beat when Damon referred to her as his girlfriend. There was no point in correcting him, because it was only a matter of time before it happened anyway. The girls took in what he said and nodded. Damon and Elena headed over to the small room while the two girls followed them. Once inside, Damon closed the door, shutting out enough of the music, so that only the deep bass was audible to human ears.
As soon as the door was closed, Damon and Elena's lips met. From what she could gather, the two women in the room were watching them kiss each other, which was fine by Elena, as their services weren't required until later. Damon's services however, they were a different matter, and Elena was desperate to feel him inside her, yet considering what they were doing with the two girls, she suspected Damon might want to put a little more emphasis on the build up than she'd been previously used to. Instead she decided to return the favor from the dance-floor.
Elena pushed Damon up against the wall at vamp-speed and unbuttoned the rest of his bloody shirt and waistcoat. She wanted to touch him like she had in Denver, an occasion which would be etched in mind for all eternity as the first truly erotic moment of her short life. First her fingers explored his body, then her lips made their way down his neck and to his collar bone. All the while her hands made their way down his treasure trail and to the belt around his pants.
Damon's hands weren't idle either. His fingers gently ghosted over the skin of the cheeks of her behind, exposed from wearing purposefully torn fishnet stockings and thong. However Elena's mind was elsewhere, she wanted to feel Damon's climax, to understand his emotions, feelings and sensations as she sent him over the edge without the interference of the two girls.
Elena managed to unfasten Damon's zipper, deciding it would be a wiser idea if they didn't undress, just in case someone came into the room. She bent down on her knees and removed his erect length from the confines of his boxer briefs. Elena held up her arm for Damon to take her blood so she could share in his experience. She felt the telltale sharp pain in her wrist which she now associated with being bitten, although since becoming a vampire, she seemed to now enjoy the sensation of a little bit of pain.
Damon began to take a little blood from Elena's wrist, a sensation of heat spread throughout her core as she experienced his arousal. Elena pumped her hand up and down Damon's shaft and licked the pre-cum from the tip, sending small bolts of electricity into her clit. She took him in her mouth and began to suck on his length. Elena moaned with pleasure as a wave of lust and love overcame her.
The sensations and emotions running through her body where almost overwhelming. Earlier Damon had managed to keep his emotions for her in check as he was concentrating on ensuring he was just giving her pleasure. However he now had less control as Elena was pleasing him. His self-control waning, meant he couldn't keep his feelings for Elena to himself, and she was glad he couldn't. She'd always wanted to know how Damon truly felt about her, and now in his vulnerable state she felt the depth of how much he loved her.
Elena could tell his feelings for her were built entirely on her compassion and humanity. She made him feel human almost for the first time since he turned. Elena gave him purpose and something to fight for. She could tell he felt protective over her and would give his life for hers in a heartbeat. Elena almost felt like she was going to cry at the beauty of it. However, there was something else she could feel. His lust for her. Odd, considering she was Katherine's doppelganger, she realized it was the last thing he'd felt for her. Damon had never seen her to be like Katherine, apart from the first time they met. The lust he felt was purely based on his love for her, a love which was pure, in contrast to how they were currently expressing it.
Now she understood exactly how the blood sharing worked, Elena knew Damon would know exactly how she felt for him. She suspected she would feel emotions, but until she tried it herself, she couldn't be entirely certain. By blood sharing, they'd declared their love for each other without the need for words. When Elena had earlier referred to them as soulmates, her assessment was clearly an accurate one. However, now the emotional connection was formed, it was time to ensure the physical union lived up to it.
Elena ran her tongue from Damon's scrotum and up the underside of his member, while Damon gripped her hair. Another side effect of the blood sharing, meant they could perfect what each other wanted on a sexual level. Every lick, suck and touch with her hands and mouth, she was experiencing, and could tell exactly how good she was making him feel. She knew he liked it when she relaxed her gag reflex and took him deep into her mouth, also he seemed to enjoy it when she licked underneath his length and around the tip. Even if they hadn't been blood sharing, his moans of pleasure would have been a good indication. However, he wasn't the only one moaning, Elena was too. Every time she moaned, she felt a sensation on her nub, like a vibration. It felt incredible. Even her eyes and gums began to tingle as she could sense the pleasure.
Spurred on by his and her reactions to her handiwork, Elena increased the pace and her grip. She could feel Damon was getting close to his climax as she was nearing her own. His grasp on her hair tightened, as the heat was spreading through her core. Just as she felt she was about to come, Damon let go of her wrist, denying her his experience.
"Fuck Elena!" he cried out as she felt his warm seed slide down her throat.
Elena looked up and saw the veins momentarily appearing around his eyes, his face contorted with pleasure as his hips bucked slightly, all the while his fingers threading their way through her hair. His actions becoming more and more gentle by the second. His member softened in her mouth as she took it out and got to her feet. Elena had no concern regarding him being ready to make love to her as vampires healed quickly and she suspected that also applied to the recovery time for a male vampire who consumed human blood after he'd climaxed. Damon pulled her in tight and kissed her on the lips before resting his forehead against hers.
"Why did you stop the blood sharing?" Elena asked confused.
"I quite like all of my bits and pieces in tact thank you." Damon winked as Elena frowned, confused by what he meant. "I felt my fangs trying to make an appearance." he explained. "If mine were to grow, so would yours. And having your teeth piercing my dick wasn't entirely the most appealing thought." he teased as Elena realized what the consequences may have been. "Don't worry. I don't intend to leave you high and dry." he smiled
Damon spun them around, placing his hands either side of Elena's head, boxing her in, in an almost predatory fashion. He kissed her on the lips and made his way down her neck. His hands also traveled south as he stroked her hips and the cupped cheeks of her naked behind, before adding a quick squeeze of affection. Damon kissed her on the lips once more before getting down on his knees in front of her and looked up.
"You might want to add something to drink into the mix." Damon nodded his head towards the two women who were still watching them. Elena simply nodded in agreement with Damon's idea.
"You two." Damon called out to the women, who both looked at him. "Over here." he told them as they made their way to where he and Elena was stood. "You!" he said to one of the girls. "I want you to give my girlfriend your wrist and let her feed. It won't hurt. You'll find my girlfriend feeding on you turns you on." he compelled her, a smug look on his face.
"What's that all about?" Elena frowned.
"I'm feeling very generous tonight. Thought I ought to give something back to our volunteers." he grinned as his hands made their way up the inside of Elena's thighs.
"Why do I not entirely believe you?" Elena narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Okay, you got me." Damon sighed. "Her hormones will make the blood taste better." Damon told her. "Blood tastes different when the human is either scared or sexually aroused. And considering what we are doing, I thought I'd add a little bit of extra flavor into the mix." he smiled.
Damon replaced his fingers with his lips and kissed the tops of Elena's thighs. He moved her thong to one side and his finger drew a line from her entrance, along her slit and up to her nub. His tongue then followed the line of his finger, causing Elena to moan with pleasure. Damon then gently separated Elena's folds and blew into them with his hot breath, before sucking on the sensitive flesh. Then Damon's finger circled Elena's entrance before his tongue made its way inside her. His thumb began to massage her nub all the while his tongue thrust in and out of her entrance.
Meanwhile Elena bit into the girl's wrist and slowly started to drink her blood. Damon was right, she could taste the woman's sexual desire, which acted like some type of aphrodisiac on her. It seemingly heightened her senses, fueling the heat inside her stomach and helped to turn the ache between her thighs into a gentle throb. On the other hand, Damon's mouth was doing even more for her. He knew exactly how much pressure she needed and where the most sensitive spots were, building her up to a state where she thought she was going to pass out with pleasure as she felt shudders running throughout her body, a telltale sign that she was about to climax.
However, her anticipation was soon cut short. Damon's decided to do something different right at the moment she was about to come. His tongue ceased its thrusts and his lips became attached to her clit while he filled her core with two fingers instead of using his tongue.
His talented fingers thrust in and out of her while his mouth sucked gently on her nub. Elena gripped hold of Damon's hair with one hand, and held the woman's wrist to her mouth with the other. Elena's body began to burn with need. She felt the veins around her eyes tingle even more, as what she felt core had started to spread throughout her entire body. She became desperate for her release, as she was still wound up from giving bringing Damon to his. Damon was building her up until she was on the verge of her climax.
Suddenly Damon's mouth left her nub as he transferred his lips to the top of Elena's thigh. She felt a sudden pinprick of delicious pain as Damon's fangs pierced her skin and into her femoral artery. He continued to thrust his fingers inside her, while he massaged her nub with his thumb. What she hadn't realized was Damon was already hard again, but now she could feel him again she knew as she could also feel his arousal burning inside her. The combined sensation was incredible. As he sucked harder on her blood, her core began to contract. She let go of the girl's wrist, who was also moaning with pleasure, and raised her head to the air. suddenly a silent scream of pleasure emerged from her lips.
The burning which had been building up inside Elena's stomach turned into wildfire, raging not only through her core like any normal orgasm, but through every vein in her body. Her orgasm was still mainly inside her core as white hot spasms continued to ravage her under his every touch. Yet at the same time, the rest of the nerves and veins in her body were in ecstasy from the mini orgasms created by Damon drinking her blood.
Elena then felt another wave of feeling crash over her. This was something different. It was the now familiar feeling of warmth, home and love she had felt from Damon a little earlier. She knew this time he was intentionally projecting his emotions into her. This form of making love emotionally, made her orgasm become even more powerful
"Oh my god...Fuck...Damon...Yes, yes, yes...argh!" she cried as her body suddenly went rigid and she arched her back.
Damon broke away from the blood share and stood up, his fingers sliding out of her and gently massaging her nub to allow her come down from the high of her climax. He wrapped his arm around her waist to give her support and kissed her, even though she was still recovering from her release. Elena was grateful Damon was holding onto her as her legs were like jello. Eventually her breathing returned to normal and she rested her head against Damon's.
"That was amazing." she smiled.
"Now you get why blood sharing is personal?" he asked.
"Oh yeah." Elena nodded. "I guess you could have some really kinky sex made romantic just by adding blood sharing into the mix. The emotions give it an entirely different perspective."
"Shall we try our other volunteer?" he asked. "You feed from the other girl. I'll feed from you while our bodies get physically acquainted for the first time." he winked.
"You mean feeding, fucking and blood sharing?" Elena asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I was trying to be a little more delicate and make it sound romantic, but yeah." Damon smiled. "That's if you're ready for more."
"I'm more than ready." Elena grinned as she realized all of the talk had already turned her on.
"Hey..." Damon called out to the girls who turned around. "Come over here." he said as they did as they were told. "I want you to stand here and make sure your neck is free for my girlfriend to feed from." he told one of them as he stood her in front of Elena. "Feel free to come when we do if you want." he grinned as he addressed both of the girls before turning back to Elena. "So we're going to start off doing what we did on the dance-floor." Damon said as he sidled behind her, and placing his hands on her hips. "Then we take it from there, with or without the extra buzz."
Damon pulled Elena's hair to one side and nudged her legs a little further apart. The veins around Elena's eyes tingled and her fangs elongated as she bit down on her prey. At the same time she felt Damon's fingers between her legs, moving her panties to one side, exposing her entrance and labia. He rubbed his member along her folds and brushing up against her nub, coating himself in her juices before lining himself up at her entrance.
Slowly he pushed his length inside her. Stretching her aching walls, filling them with what her body so desperately needed. Elena moaned with pleasure into the neck of the girl she was drinking from. Then she felt a sharp prick on the side of her own neck, where Damon's fangs pierced her carotid artery as he started to gently feed on her blood. All the while, Damon moved his hips, almost removing his shaft before thrusting deep inside her with much more force and vigor. He wrapped one arm around Elena's waist, while the other found her clit which he gently began to massage.
Elena's head started to swoon with the overwhelming pleasure of it all. She managed to just about control herself enough to not drink the girl dry. Elena found her body was also capable of matching Damon's thrusts, but everything else was becoming a blur of pleasure, lightheadedness and emotions. Specifically Damon's emotions. Elena was able to hone in on how he felt as their bodies united for the first time, and it almost made her want to weep with joy.
To Damon their union was more than just sex. It was confirmation of her feelings for him. Damon knew Elena wouldn't sleep with anyone without having a profound emotional attachment to them. As far as Damon was concerned, they were now one, a couple in every sense of the word. Soulmates linked for all eternity. Elena knew he'd never look at another woman ever again. This union, however unconventional, was a commitment, which was why the blood sharing was such an important part of it.
Heat started to burn in the pit of Elena's stomach. Part of her desperately wanted to reach her climax, the other part of her wanted their union to never end. Elena knew Damon felt the same, and soon their orgasms would become inevitable. Elena let go of the girls neck, closed her eyes and threw her head back, blood dripping down her chin and neck. Damon's mouth let go of her artery, his tongue found the blood on her neck as he licked it all the way up to her chin. Elena turned her head to face Damon, who's mouth was covered in her blood.
They took one look at each other and the rest of the world fell away. Damon pulled out of her and vamp-sped he up against the wall. Their lips met as Elena wrapped her arms around Damon's neck, while he hooked her legs around his waist before thrusting deep inside her, every movement stoking the fire burning inside her throbbing core. No blood sharing was no longer required, Elena knew all she needed to know. It was time to make sure Damon knew how she felt about him. Their hips met in perfect unison as they found a fast paced rhythm, signaling their desperation and need for one another. Elena broke away from the kiss as she wanted to look in his eyes as he came, and she knew he was getting close.
"I love you." she panted, resting her forehead against Damon's.
"I love you too." Damon whispered breathlessly as he slid his hand between them and began to circle her nub, but this time with a little more force, precisely designed to make her come.
"I'm gonna come." Elena moaned.
"Good, because I can't hold out much longer either." Damon growled as he began to thrust even harder and massage her clit even faster.
Elena's body finally lost control as the heat in the pit of her stomach and the fire inside her core met and exploded around her body. She bucked her hips uncontrollably as she felt shockwaves running up her spine. Suddenly her core convulsed hard around Damon's member as her climax wreaked havoc throughout her body.
"Oh my god...Damon...Damon...yes...yes..." Elena cried. "Damon...Fuck...argh." she screamed in a high pitched voice as she pressed her forehead hard against Damon's and dug her nails into his neck, hard enough to draw blood.
"Oh yes...oh yes Elena...Fuck...uh..." Damon's voice came out as a prayer while he gritted his teeth and his forehead screwed up with blissful agony.
Elena's body arched away from the wall and into Damon's chest, before going rigid. While at the same time, she felt Damon's warm seed fill her womb, signaling his own release. His fingers stopped their work as he once again rested his hands against the wall either side of Elena and his head fell into the crook of her neck. Damon's softening member slid out of Elena, allowing her to let her legs fall to the floor. They remained like that for a few moments, trying to sufficiently regain their composure enough to return to the part. Damon kissed Elena on the lips and stood up straight before turning around to face their captive audience.
"Now scram!" Damon told the girls. "You won't remember any of this." he compelled them before they rushed out the room as he fastened his zipper. "You okay?" he asked softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Elena's ear and wiped the blood from her lips.
"Never better." Elena smiled. "Shall we go and dance?" she asked, giggling as she wrapped her arms around Damon's neck.
"What's going on here?" Elena heard Bonnie ask as she turned to see her best friend in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
Elena froze. "Oh my god, it's Bonnie." she whispered to Damon before letting go of him and heading towards her friend.
Damon and Elena had been so carried up in what they were doing and their blood high, they'd forgotten about Bonnie. She looked at Damon, his eyes still glazed from the blood-lust, his mouth covered in blood, before touching her own face to find it was just as bloody. Embarrassed by how she looked and how Bonnie had found them, Elena needed a minute to find an excuse. Anything to deflect Bonnie away from what she either did or didn't see. Unable to look at Damon, Elena decided she needed to go outside for some air to think.
"I've got to get outta here." Elena said as she walked past Bonnie and out of the door.
Bonnie followed her outside and across the lawn, eventually catching up with her, as Elena stopped to wipe the last bit of blood from her face, before turning to her friend.
"Who am I? Why am I acting like this?" Elena asked in a panicked voice.
"Because you listened to Damon and Damon makes everything he wants sound like a good idea." Bonnie replied in an accusatory tone.
"I should be here with Stefan. I shouldn't be here with him. I should be going through all this with Stefan." Elena insisted.
In Elena's head, her statement was true. Stefan was her boyfriend and he should be the one to help her, except he couldn't. Instead she was with Damon, the man she now knew she was in love with, but couldn't tell Bonnie as her best friend ranked cheating on a partner, as a crime only one step below murder. And Elena had just done exactly that, she'd cheated on Stefan by having sex with Damon while high on blood. Of course she could blame the blood-lust for her behavior, but Elena knew better. Her feelings for Damon had intensified ever since she turned, while her feelings for Stefan felt flat. To make matters worse, things were getting slightly awkward between them, but Elena knew she should have waited until she'd ended things with Stefan before sleeping with Damon. The problem was, Elena didn't want to hurt Stefan, so it was about finding the right opportunity to end her relationship. At the same time, she didn't want to wait any longer. Damon was her rock, her friend, and now he was her lover. She already knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, a feeling she'd never experienced with Stefan, even when they were at the height of their relationship.
Elena desperately wanted to explain this to Bonnie, to turn to her friend for advice. But she couldn't. Instead, she was left making up excuses, lying to cover her tracks, leaving out key pieces of information to cover up her ever growing feelings for Damon. Here she was again, pretending to be horrified and ashamed of her vampire behavior, even though she knew this was her life now and she needed to come to terms with living with it and enjoying it, instead of living in shame and perpetual judgment from others. This was the freedom being with Damon gave her. It always had, right back to their trip to Atlanta. To Elena, that was the type of sex they'd had. It wasn't all romantic and making love. Instead it was something Elena cherished more than anything else, freedom to choose and to be her true self. And if she wanted to spend the rest of her life with someone, that person needed to be able to offer her that. It had taken her becoming a vampire to finally realize what she needed and who she really wanted.
Damon appeared from the party. His face still stained with Elena's blood. He stopped behind Bonnie and cleared his throat to announce his presence.
"Guessing we should hit the road." Damon said nonchalantly, although she knew he was waiting for the inevitable lecture to come from Bonnie.
Her best friend didn't disappoint as Bonnie stormed over to where Damon was stood. "You were supposed to help her and you let her get completely out of control." she growled.
"She's not out of control. She was having fun." Damon objected.
"This isn't fun. She's acting like a different person." Bonnie scowled at him.
"She is a different person." Damon corrected her. "She's a vampire. We're a predatory species." he argued. "We enjoy the hunt, the feed, and the kill. When the guilt gets too bad we switch off our humanity and we revel in it." he clicked his fingers to imitate how easy it was to flip the humanity switch. He looked at Elena with a wry smile. He knew the last thing Elena had wanted to do when she was with Damon was flip the switch.
"Is that what you want? Her to be like you?" Bonnie asked, looking at Damon in disgust.
"She already is like me." Damon boasted. "And you know what makes me able to drink my fill and leave someone breathing and not rip their head off like my brother? It's that I can revel in it. I can make it fun." he told them both.
Damon pushed past Bonnie and headed towards the car, offering Elena a quick glance of reassurance. He had cleverly made the point clear about Elena's vampire needs being different. Even if deep down she was the same person, her biology and nature had changed, and Bonnie and Elena's other friends needed to accept it. They looked at each other, surprised by Damon's bluntness, before wordlessly following him to the car. Bonnie climbed into the back seat while Elena sat in the passenger side. Damon started the engine and Elena leaned her head against the window, just staring out into space, taking in what had happened at the party before exhaustion took over and her eyelids began to droop.
Elena woke with a start. She looked around her only to find she was no longer in Damon's car, but instead she was back in her own bed and dressed in her pyjama's. Elena sat up and rubbed her head, trying to figure out what was real and what wasn't. Although the dream had seemed real, it wasn't. She remembered changing out of the costume she'd worn for the frat party at Bonnie's, and then Damon had taken her home. When she'd gotten back, she found Stefan oddly hanging out with Jeremy and was acting a little vague. Elena wasn't sure what the reason was, but the tension between her and Stefan had been palpable, and their meeting on the porch felt awkward. Elena realized she no longer felt as comfortable in Stefan's company as she once did. And although she and Damon had danced in a very suggestive manner, Elena didn't think she'd done anything wrong. But yet at the same time she felt guilty, because deep down, her intentions were wrong as highlighted by what had transpired to be another one of her fantasy dreams about Damon.
Sighing, Elena bent over the side of the bed and retrieved her journal. As she flicked through the pages to find the next empty page, she took note of how many dreams she'd had recently. In just over three weeks, including this very last one, she'd had five erotic dreams about Damon. The dreams weren't even that frequent after she and Stefan split up. Vampirism seemed to have increased the amount of dreams she was having. She didn't know whether it was the vampirism or her feelings for Damon which were causing the dreams. Deciding she needed to not only write about her dream, she needed to update her normal journal, Elena fished it out from behind the picture above her bed.
Putting her normal journal to one side for a moment, Elena opened her dream diary and began to pour her heart out. Dear Diary...
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