Disclaimer: I do not own Elijah and Kol, I just like to play with them. (Who wouldn't?)
I *do* own Little One/Kitten and the story-line in this fic.

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A/N

WARNING : Adult material ahead. This chapter is heavily edited for ff; you will find it in its intended form on the TJoTH blog – link at the top of my profile. So much content is taken out that what you read in this section is several chapters long when unedited. Pushing the M-envelope I have left as much as possible in, trying to keep the story making sense despite the outtakes, but as her count increases the bits I can leave in decreases. I'm drrty like that. :)

If you are at all unsure of if Non-con D/s is disturbing to you, please go straight to CH 8 : Summary

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The Joy of the Hunt Chapter 8
Count Your Blessings II

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He continued grinding against her, but in a more gentle fashion, as she slowly came back down from her high. His hand came up to stroke her cheek in an almost tender gesture and he looked deep into her eyes, a small smile spreading over his handsome face.

'That's a good girl, Kitten. I'm very happy with you.' He wiggled his eyebrows in a very Kol-like manner before continuing. 'Now, on to the next one!'

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His mouth reclaimed hers in a softer no but less intense kiss while a hand started painting patterns on her skin, slowly gliding past her collarbones and down the side of her breasts. His other hand sneaked behind her neck, taking a firm but gentle grip around the back of her head to lift it deeper into the kiss. The way his tongue played with hers and his possessive yet oddly caring gestures caused yet a new wave of moisture to pool between her legs.

She really liked this Kol, he was reminiscent of the Kol in her safe place, the one sheltering her and making her feel safe. Enveloped in these feelings she had no problem submitting her whole being to his ministrations; her body and her soul equally caught up in the intense emotions he brought her. Consensually releasing control into his hands brought a strange and intense feeling of satisfaction. Her inner conversation upon waking, disturbing as it was, started to make a lot more sense. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was made for this.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud moan, breaking her reverie. It took her a few seconds to realize it came from her own lips. Kols hand had found her right breast and was now rolling her very erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his tongue played with the skin just behind her ear in just the right spot. 'Mmmmm, yes, there!' She couldn't prevent the words escaping her lips and she didn't want to. Her whole being was still basking in the glow of her complete submission to him and the intense feeling of rightness. As if on cue, he lifted his lips from her neck and caught her gaze with his bottomless gaze.

'Such a good girl.' He purred, sending another wave of lust through her body. 'Now, who do you belong to, Kitten?' He cocked his head to the side while she was still drowning in his eyes. 'I want to hear you say it.'

'You, Master. You, Kol.' His brilliant smile nearly took her breath away and she realized he accepted both names for now. Her inner voice's final words came back to her and in her relaxed bliss she dared test them, desperately hoping this would not break the magic.

'You, lover.'

She felt his whole body stiffen for a second and she nearly cursed out loud at her own stupidity for pushing this too far. Then in a movement too swift for her mind to follow his hand left her chest and moved around to cup her ass while the one on her neck tightened its grip. He crushed her body against his, his face buried in the nape of her neck for a brief moment before moving up to place the most erotic of kisses she had ever experienced on her bruised lips.

Ok, so it wasn't that stupid.

Told you! I think he lo…
Shut up!

Relaxing his almost suffocating grip around her, his hand slipped around her hip and found her slick folds. Her hips bucked into his touch and the hand on her neck released its grip to instead fix her lower body to the bed, while two fingers spread her open for him and a third found her swollen clit. Her resulting reflexive tension caused him to press down harder on her hip, keeping her still under his ministrations.

'No, Kitten, be still. You do not control this, I do.' Fresh moisture flooded from her core at his dominant tone and she did her best to relax her tense muscles, just enjoying the moment. 'And, I think that is just how you like it. Isn't it, Pet?' The proud grin on his face was just about the sexiest thing she had ever seen; she nodded her agreement and flashed him a smile. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she thought she saw him take an unnecessary breath when her smile hit him.

His finger on her nub was quickly joined by another, this time his thumb. Working together and in different patterns his expert fingers quickly had her climbing the mountain of desire again until she was nearing the top. At this point his gaze released hers as he moved his face down her body and her eyes snapped shut, leaving her completely submerged in the delicious sensations. Her breathing came ever faster and became shallower, until it could only be described as panting.

When his lips closed around her nipple the sensation intensified and she let out a kitten-like mewl. She felt his chuckle vibrate around the nipple he was busy worrying with his tongue and teeth as he murmured 'I knew that was an apt name for you, Kitten.' Her body jerked as much as it could under his grip as his fingers picked up speed on her sensitive clit. The edge of the cliff was coming ever nearer and he had every intention of pushing her off it.

Something caused her to open her eyelids, only to find his eyes burning into hers. He momentarily released her nipple from his lips, moving the hand restraining her hip up to cover her other breast before speaking.

'Cum for me now, Kitten. And Do not forget to count. Now, CUM!'

Moments after the last word was out of his mouth it returned to her nipple. Suddenly everything pinched at once, spiking her pleasure to heights previously unseen. His teeth bit down on her left nipple, his left hand squeezed her right breast and, most intense of all, his right thumb and forefinger pinched down on her clit just hard enough to almost be painful. The sensations were beyond words. Her body did not hesitate a second before plunging over the edge of the cliff as a climax even stronger than the last one enveloped her in red hot bliss. She wanted nothing more than to please him and follow his commands, but at first her scream of release contained no words at all – only emotions, and lots of them.

His fingers and teeth never relented; in fact he only intensified his efforts; drawing her climax out until it became nearly unbearable. When she finally regained control of her facilities she concentrated everything she had on pleasing him, making sure that the first word out of her mouth was the one he had requested.

'TWO! Two, Master.' Once the requested words were past her lips others came tumbling out. His name, repeated like a mantra, explicit swearwords she didn't even know she had in her vocabulary, desperate pleas, even prayers.

His boyish grin rewarded her for her efforts and again he stroked her, this time allowing his hand to gently pet her hair. His lips softly found hers again and she could barely make out the words as he mumbled into their kiss. 'Good girl. You are such a good girl, Kitten.'

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He could still feel her body shivering under his as he released her lips and started kissing a trail down her body. For a brief moment he allowed her a break from the intense stimulation while his lips and tongue explored first her chest and then her lower abdomen. He allowed a small break between her first and second climax, but he fully intends to extend no such courtesy between #2 and #3. Yes, he needs to keep her humanity in mind but as of yet there is still a lot of spunk left in his sassy Kitten.

[There is an Out-take here. You know where to find the full story :)]

When she peaked he stopped increasing his intensity, instead concentrating on keeping her on the very edge as long as humanly possible and enjoying the taste of her unaltered lust flowing out from her pussy. Unarticulated sounds kept escaping her lips and at first he allowed it, but pretty soon his patience ran out. A rumbling vibration hit her core as he started to growl with his face still buried between her legs. Suddenly her sense of self-preservation caught up to the reason for his swiftly deteriorating mood and she managed to push the only word that could defuse him past her lips in a breathy, post-orgasmic whisper.

'Three. Jesusmaryandjoseph, THREE!'

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When the aftershocks of her third mind-blowing orgasm in less than half an hour starts to subside she is clearly beginning to feel the effects of over stimulation. His face is still buried between her porcelain thighs and he is thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste of her cum as his tongue continues to gently lave her slick folds. Although he tries to give her a second, just a moment, to relax she whimpers whenever his skilled tongue nears her central bundle of pleasure.

Remembering the purpose of this exercise he decides to determine just how close to pleasure-turning-pain he has come. Ever so carefully he allows his wet tongue to glide upwards from the sensitive skin in-between her openings, gathering and tasting her milky white cum as it travels along her slit to finally gently caress her swollen clit, before softly blowing an unnecessary breath over it. Despite his gentle and careful movements her pleasured moan sound almost pained and he can feel her thighs apply a small amount of pressure against his hands; the very same hands that keep her spread open wide before him.

Chuckling under his breath he is determined to get a clear and vocalized reaction from her, so he dives back in between her folds and starts fucking her with his tongue. Her pussy contracts around him at the sensation, but when he moves his tongue back up to pay further attention to her small but swollen clit it simply becomes too much for her. Her knees close by their own accord, her arms unconsciously wrapping around them as she brings her closed legs up towards her chest.

'Enough, Kol. It's too much. Please, just give me a second, I'm too sensitive right now.' She suddenly pauses as her mind connects what she just said to what he threatened her with at the very beginning. To her mind's eye (or ear, really) she could hear him deliver his verdict.

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'You have learned about the pleasure in the pain. I am about to teach you about the pain in the pleasure. I will make you cum until you can't bear another orgasm, and then I will make you cum again.'

'And again.'

'And again.'

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Although he could still sense her lust coursing through her body he was content to see that he had reached the first level of his intended punishment. Regardless of how much pleasure she was receiving, regardless of much she wanted it, she was beginning to feel overpowered, even asked him to stop. The powerful desire that caused her body to tingle was warring with her feelings of overindulgence. Even the lightest touch on her clit caused her body to writhe in pain filled pleasure, or was it pleasure filled pain?

'Tiring already, Kitten?' he murmured huskily with a voice deep enough to move mountains. 'I'm sure you can do better than this. After all, I haven't even cum yet. Don't you want to satisfy me?' He wasn't playing fair, and he knew it. Hell, he was an original, playing fair wasn't in his vocabulary. Still, fair or not it worked. At his words he could feel her take a deep breath and gather her wits about her before burying his face in his chest, desperately grabbing hold of his masculine presence to keep him, as well as her own senses, with her.

'Yes…' she whispered.

'Yes what, Kitten? I can't read your mind, you know.' He prodded her. Having her voice her desires was such an important part of what he was doing that he couldn't allow his base desires to squander this opportunity. Still, while he waited for her answer he allowed his instincts to get lost in his desire, breathing deeply through both mouth and nose as he inhaled her intoxicating scent as far into his lungs as possible.

Lifting his head from the nape of her neck he reached down the sides of the bed to grasp the unusually large leather cuffs that were fastened halfway down the frame with supple titanium chains, graceful looking but incredibly strong. He had expected to need them today and truly could not claim to be disappointed to be proven right.

He slowly opened one of the wide, supple leather cuffs and carefully wrapped it around her thigh, fastening it with gentle but firm hands halfway between her knee and her hip. She was hardly aware of his actions as she leaned back against the fluffy pillows, still trying to find the words to answer his previous question.

'Yes, I do want to please you.' She finally managed to state, too wrapped up in her inner turmoil to notice anything beyond his gentle caress of her flesh, certainly she did not notice the second supple leather cuff wrapping, then closing and tightening, around her other thigh.

She did notice his hesitant pause before responding though, leading to a sense of gratification and relief when he finally responded to her statement. 'I'm glad, Kitten. Now lean back and enjoy the ride.'

His statement confused her for a fraction of a second, until he reached out to grab the ends of the chains she was still unaware of being fastened to wide leather cuffs around her thighs. This ignorance was immediately rectified as he pulled on the chains, causing their fastenings to lock into place at the point where he released his grip, in turn leaving her thighs spread open as far as they'd go and her moist, glistening sex laid bare to his gaze. The position this strain on her legs left her in parted her wide enough to leave her silky folds spread open before his eyes, her tight opening still leaking the milky white fluid her recent orgasm had produced.

Unable to stop himself he leaned forward towards her center and extended his tongue, carefully laving her from top to bottom and relishing in the sweet taste of her cum. She truly tasted out of this world. Better than blood. Well, almost better than blood. Perhaps it was equally good, just different.

Again the need to claim her almost overcame him and again only his near millennium of experience allowed him to control the impulse. He was no stranger to keeping it real, trying to fool yourself is the worst kind of deception and brings no positive results worth mentioning. Therefore he had begun the journey toward becoming fully aware and not struggling with the fact that she touched him, touched the emotions he had thought long dead. Instead of denying the feeling he embraced it, the very acceptance allowing him to prevent it from influencing his goals and choices. Simply put, embracing the unwelcome but very real feelings put him firmly back in control.

Slowly but surely she was becoming his. However, she was not exclusively his. He was well aware that her acceptance and submission were both tuned into his brothers needs and wants before his own. He did not doubt that he touched her heart in a way that Elijah neither did nor wanted to, but facts remained that she belonged to his brother. Finders keepers and all that. He sighed.

Had this not been the case perhaps he would have allowed his emotions a looser rein, at least he likes to tell himself that. The past few days he has disturbingly enough found himself daydreaming about talking to her, discussing with her and – at her request – turning her to be his forever. He had no qualms in regards to the notion of snapping her neck, had she been his through and through he would most likely already have done it.

But she was not his. She is not his. She is with Elijah. She belongs to Elijah. Although his brother has given him ample hints that she may be given to him in the end, the fact remains that she is not his at this very moment. This fact alone keeps him from releasing the pent up emotions that simmer just under the surface and seem to be brought to boiling point by her presence.

Instead, to make things easier, he concentrates on his pure possession of her, on his expectations, requirements and needs. Using this anchor to bring his questionable soul back to the here and now he is reminded of the fact that he is in fact only mid-punishment, pleasant as that punishment may be. The last number to pass her quivering lips was only 'three'. Human or not he is certain that they are not even halfway to the end yet. Surging through this resistance he knows she will catch her second wind and he will stick to his plan. There will be a spoken 'four' before he allows his need to have enough power to claim her.

After 'four' though, is a different matter entirely. He will bury himself in her and have her tight pussy milk every drop from him, over and over again. He is a vampire after all, an original. This will not be punishment; it will not even be difficult for him. Pushing his thoughts of the future to the back of his mind he contemplates how to get to that magic 'four' spot. She is still madly aroused but she is also overly sensitive, even the most gentle attention to her clit causes more pain than pleasure. He promised her and, more importantly, himself to never copy an orgasm-inducing action. So… what to do, what to do?

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Suddenly he replays her reaction to his curling fingers before his mind's eye and he knows exactly what is needed. With a final soft breath over her core he gets up and leaves her for a moment. He is happy to see that her eyes immediately open wide and start searching for him, her head whipping from side to side to get him in her sights.

'I'm over here, Kitten. I'll be right back with you my pet, don't worry.' He chuckles under his breath as the sound of his voice immediately draws her full attention, despite him being over by the dresser where she cannot see him from her current position. Although her upper body remains unbound the thigh-cuffs he fitted and tightened around her beautiful legs effectively prevent her from flipping over to see what is behind her. She stretches her neck as far as it will go; and yet human anatomy prevents her from filling her vision with the desired sight. With a mental pat on his own back he returns to the mission at hand.

It's been a while since he used the tools in Elijah's room, plus his brother has replaced and expanded large parts of his collection, so it takes him a moment to find the drawer he is looking for. Faced with multiple choices he plays with the idea of using one of the more advanced and strangely shaped tools, but in the end he decides that this case requires him to prioritize function over design. Once the decision is made he pulls a fairly oddly shaped, lilac metallic rod out of the drawer and stuffs it in his back pocket. The rod is tapered and about 10 inches long, quite thin aside from the engorged knob on the end which protrudes at an unusual angle.

Returning to her side he again cannot help but marvel at the erotic picture before him, his Kitten is lying in the center of the bed with her hands freed but nowhere to put them, so by their own accord they stay just above her head. Her body is completely naked and, since his shaving exercise previous in during the day, completely bare.

That very bareness is spread out before him, courtesy of the two sturdy yet soft metal-clad cuffs that surround her mid thighs, the chains attached and tightened against the side of the bed assuring full disclosure of her center. That center is currently dripping, leaking excitement and natural lubricant all along her core and he is dying to...

Actually, he is dying to continue his plan. Reaching behind him to make sure the rod is still safely tucked away in his pocket he moves around her until he is comfortably back in her line of vision. Kneeling between her knees he allows another breath of air to pass over her clit, getting the expected reaction of pain-filled lust while she tries to move her bound hips away from his mouth, the mouth that brings pleasure now beyond what she can handle.

'Don't worry Kitten.' he states in a purring voice, happily noticing the shiver of delight passing through her body. 'I promised you the pain in the pleasure and that is what I am bringing you. Just not quite yet.' He grinned at her just as she opened her eyes, making sure that his huge smile did not convey only happiness but rather bordered on the truly wicked. 'Now, relax and enjoy the ride.'

With those words he checked that the chains still held her thighs as firmly as before and then started kissing the sensitive skin on her inside thigh while carefully removing his instrument of erotic torture from his back pocket. Her arousal was as strong, even stronger, as before and he felt certain she had quite a few explosions left in her, just waiting to be coaxed out. He would just have to change strategy between each one, and he was.

Moving his torso up along her body he was gratified to hear her whimper and moan at the sensation of his slightly cooler skin gliding against hers. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and he took special care to rub against them on his way up, at the same time kissing every inch of skin within reach of his mouth.

When the engorged head of his special toy touched her nether lips her whole body jumped in surprise. He did not complain as it brought her in much closer contact to him, and her ensuing but fruitless tries to remove her core from his attentions amused him. 'I said, don't worry Kitten. You will like this.' He tried to alleviate her worries but could feel that she was still tense. No matter, she would know what he was talking about soon enough.

With uncharacteristic gentleness he brought the head of the toy to the center of her core, still weeping with desire despite her attempts to get away. Gently rubbing it up and down her slit for a moment to catch enough of her juices to sufficiently lubricate it, he swiftly returned to her opening.

[Another Outtake… This is beginning to bore me]

'Four.' She breathed into his ear. 'Master, Kol, Lover. Motherfucking four, ok?' His pride knew no bounds, this girl was made for him and MAN did it feel good!

Yeah, that felt good. Real good. And then a thought arrived that felt even better to him. He had promised himself to not indulge until they were half way. He was aiming for eight, so four certainly constituted half-way, right? His cock actually twitched at this though, it twitched right up to slightly slap at her flat stomach without him moving his hips. Oh thank god, it is time….

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There were no more information to be shared, no other words to be said. This time he was not about to hesitate. While she was still vibrating from her last release, while her fluids were dripping down from her opening to gather at the crack of her ass, continuing to slide along her skin before finally hitting the high thread cotton of their sheets his right hand found the base of his thick shaft.

He allowed his fist to slide along his hardness once or twice, twisting and squeezing as he reached the head. His pre-cum leaked out of him to the point where she would not have had to be lubricated for him to enter. But she was, oh god she was. Her eyes opened slowly as the last shivers of her orgasm passed through her, only to immediately open wide at the right of him pleasuring himself, forcefully fisting his erection while his eyes ravaged every inch of her body.

[Outtake – a really juicy one. You will love this one :) Just look at what I left in, below. ;)]

'Mine..' it said. He shook his head trying to dispel this unwanted influence, but it was nowhere near ready to go.

'Mine!' it continued inside his mind, gaining power with every thrust as he pumped into her, lifting her ass to meet his hips and claiming her body to the best of his abilities. He knew now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she would never be in danger with him. His bloodlust would never supersede his need to be with her. His thrusts became more desperate, needier, as he tried to insert every part of his body and his soul inte her body. After centuries of complete control he could feel the coil tightening inside his stomach, far beyond what he could consciously steer. He picked up speed beyond human abilities as he felt her shiver course through his body. He claimed her with every inch of his being.

MINE!

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'Yours.'

At her softly spoken confirmation (oh my god, had he said it out loud?) he lost it completely. Swiftly placing her ankles onto his shoulders he leaned forward into her and gave her everything he had, pumping his cock along with his need into her with hard, claiming strokes. The coil got ever tighter.

'Ohmigod, Kol! YOURS!' Her release shattered around him, the rhythmic contractions of her pussy that he had felt with both his tongue and his fingers through the evening had a completely different effect when enveloping his cock. She milked him, and he let her. His seed spilled from him to fill her insides, every contraction of her sweet pussy resulting in another load to fill her core.

His hips snapped forward in intense desire as she shattered around him and he shattered inside her. Just as she thought she had no power or air left he heard her, shaky and quiet as a whisper – yet determined to please him.

' FIVE!'

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Teaser/Coming up
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Although her entire body was still shaking, he could feel that it was now partly caused by exhaustion. Only partly, because she was still aroused. He did not wish to cause any permanent damage but as of yet her heart still held a steady beat and she was not in imminent danger. After the dismal failure of their previous attempts of punishment there was no way he would let her off easy with this one. She would feel the pain in the pleasure. She would beg him to stop, despite partially wanting to go on. The only thing that could stop him would be if he sensed any danger to her health, and they were still far from that point.

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A/N

I had a quick chat with Elijah and Kol (who both love your feedback, by the way!) and they promised me to offer their services as 'instructors' to everyone that reviews. Elijah even hinted at the possibility of using 'the room'. So hey, what are you waiting for? I know that would inspire *me*!