Warnings and Disclaimer (please read)
This chapter is heavily edited on ff to comply with M-rating
(link to full version at the top of my profile)
This chapter contains material that those faint of heart will find deeply disturbing.
A summary of the entire chapter 8 is posted - as CH 8 : Summary and aftermath. If you are at all unsure, please go straight there.
Disclaimer: To my great chagrin I do not own Elijah or Kol, I just like to play with them. I *do* own my OC Little One/Kitten and the (deeply disturbed) storyline in this fic.
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Authors Note (Read If Ya Want)
Because of the deep importance of the smut parts, I have for once opted to not do an outtake for #6 – instead I have rewritten it. The true version of this story… well, y'all know where to find it now, right?
#7 & #8 were harder. I rewrote a lot, deleted stuff all over the place and in some cases removed whole sections. I am still not happy with how much important info I lost while taking out the most explicit smut. What can I say, this is not pwp, the smut is closely integrated with the story…
There WILL be an outtake-piece, companion story to TJoTH if you will, with the entire chapter 8 in unedited form within the next couple of days. Reading it all in one go is a completely different and improved experience, highly recommended. Put me on author alert or look out for 'Count Your Blessings' .
Finally a huge shout-out to AuroraSpace who stayed up almost as late as I did today to beta this. You rock bb!
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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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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.
However, he could shift her position to allow her strained muscles some relaxation. The fact that the shift would give him an even more enticing view was simply an added bonus. With some regret he carefully unbuckled her thigh cuffs, although the chains were already released the removal of pressure from the cuffs still allowed her a more relaxed and natural stance. Her slight sigh of relief lasted but for a second before he used his abilities to have her flipped over on her stomach and propped up on a set of firm pillows, faster than her human mind could follow.
He allowed his hand to trail her spine from the base of her neck to the small of her back, admiring her luscious curves and the sense of proprietorship this view gave him. In this new position her strained muscles relaxed and with the release from cramping muscles her lust returned full force. Under his gaze he saw her revive and begin to squirm again. He could not help but snicker at the sight; she was just so perfect for him. On one hand she was ready to beg him to stop; on the other she was ready to beg him for further release. This was such a beautiful dilemma. For her, that is. Not that she had a choice in the matter. Not for the first time this day he found himself offering a silent prayer of thanks to the power that be for the stamina rendered to him along with the blood lust and immortality. Was this Karma perhaps? Everything evens out in the end.
Kneeling behind her he allowed himself a moment to simply peruse her glorious backside. Although this might give her an unplanned reprieve he would allow the fulfillment of his own needs as long as it was not directly detrimental to his original plan. Slowly and carefully he ran his rough palm over her velvety soft buttocks. Hell, he wanted this and he would have it. Working on number 6 he surely deserved to enjoy a glorious ass if he wanted to, didn't he?
Hell yeah, he did!
His hand stroked her from lower thigh to hip, always resting and circling around the sensitive skin of her upturned ass. Moving up her body grabbed a hold of her beautiful strawberry hair and sharply pulled. With a gasp her back arched even further, pushing her soft cheek into the hand already caressing it. Taking advantage of her half open mouth he leaned over her and captured her lips again. Her neck angled back at a near impossible angle to allow his tongue full access into her mouth and her moans, when not captured by his lips, echoed between the walls.
She certainly wasn't tired any more. He chuckled. It was time for an extra wake up call. Never releasing his lips from hers; his caressing hand left her buttock, despite her whimpered protest. It would not be for long, however. Her back arched further, seeking out his palm, and so he gave it to her.
With a sharp whack he felt his right palm make contact with the soft flesh of her ass. The wail of pain-filled pleasure (or was it pleasure-filled pain?) released from her throat made his already throbbing cock reach painful levels of hardness. Encouraged by the increased arousal she emitted alongside her erotic wailing he lifted his hand and connected on her other cheek. Then again, this time striking dead center, straight across her swollen sex. The slap sounded even sharper from the moisture encountered and her shriek raised an octave. In the midst of his rising arousal he made damn sure that her shrieks were filled with far more pleasure than pain, as well as intermingled with requests and pleas such as 'more' and 'please'.
She was being punished, but the spanking was not her punishment. With his level of experience he knew he could keep her experience of his slaps on the right side of pleasure, assuring that she would perceive and remember this moment as an erotic rather than painful one. To this end he did not have her count, he allowed her to get lost in the sensation and the need. This was the first time he inflicted pain on her with a non-punishing purpose and he could not help but marvel at how right Elijah had been when he described her that first evening, before he himself had even had a chance to sample her exquisite presence. He allows his palms to rub soothing circles on her pink flesh as he recalls the conversation he had with his brother.
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'She is feisty, my Little One' Elijah ignores his tone and continues, a note of pride entering his voice. 'This of course could make the breaking process harder and more prolonged. But she's easily aroused and this night also made it crystal clear that she is a natural submissive; you should have seen her reaction to even light spanking. She is a perfect candidate I think.'
(From CH 3 - The Real Idea - Part 1)
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He feels a sudden need to make sure. It is important not to mix punishments, and his Kitten was being punished by over exposure to pleasure at this moment, not by pain. 'Kitten?' he asks, continuing his palms circling caress of her behind. He feels her body briefly tense beneath him before she lets out a deep breath and answers.
'Yes, Master?'
'Who do you belong to?'
'YOU, Master!'
'How do you feel?'
'Good, Master!'
'More detail, Kitten. How does your ass feel, and how do you feel? What do you want me to do?'
She pauses for a second at that question, but clearly only to find the right words. Her scent is not frightened, simply pensive and slightly confused. He continues his hands' soft caress of her buttocks and the back of her thighs, gratified to feel her back arch from time to time to push her ass into his calming hands. After a minute or so he clears his throat, unnecessarily; a clear warning that his patience is running low and she has a question to answer. She takes another breath, while purposefully arching her back and pushing her glowing cheek harder into his palm, and answers him to the best of her ability.
'That's three questions Master; I will attempt to answer each separately.' She pauses for a moment and looks over her shoulder, awaiting his swift nod before continuing.
'First question: My ass is over sensitive from your touch and it feels sore but fantastic. You and Master Elijah have both punished my behind but it felt nothing like this. I feel like you are enhancing my sensations, not punishing me, when you spank me now Master.' She paused for a moment and dared glance over her shoulder again. She had thankfully not asked him a direct question, something she well knew was not allowed, but he still chose to answer her unspoken question with a smile and a slight nod, letting her know she was on the right track. While she was speaking his hand circling her butt cheeks started dipping deeper and deeper in between them each time he came around, now grazing her clit as if by accident on every circuit. 'Continue, Kitten.' he prodded her, his small smile lending her courage, even as she gasped at his 'accidental' stimulation.
'Second question: I feel loved. I feel cherished. I feel owned, while also feeling guilty and repentant for reaching for something that was not mine.' She gasps as his hand makes another full circle, stroking her clit slightly harder than last time, before she makes a clear effort and continues. 'I belong to Elijah and I belong to you, Master. When you clearly ordered me not to cum I should not have rubbed against you to defy that.' Kol raises his eyebrows at her answer. Again it is almost too perfect to be true. When something feels to perfect, it usually is... and so he pushes the question further.
'But you did, Kitten. You pushed it further. You took a fair and necessary disciplinary action and made a mockery of it.' He watches her closely as he speaks and is gratified to see her blush and lower her head in shame at his words. Still he continues. 'So, how does THAT make you feel?' He raises an eyebrow at her while slowing his caress as not to disturb her thought process. He is fully aware of the effect he has on her. He feels her scent take on a tinge of sadness as she suppresses a small sob before continuing.
'I feel ashamed that I have disappointed you and Master Elijah...' She takes a brief pause to regain her composure but cannot stop a single tear slowly running down her cheek. 'I am sorry, Master. I am so, SO sorry! I realize that you must continue punishing me and I am prepared to learn from you. I should not have sought out what is only yours to give, I should have learned the first time..' She briefly pauses to swallow a sob before finishing 'I never want you to have to tell me something twice, ever again Master. I am so ashamed. I am so, SO sorry! Please punish me until you can forgive me, please!'
Kol cannot prevent the wide smile that spreads over his features. In his mind, what he hears is his Kitten giving herself over, heart and soul. She is giving him the most precious gift in her possession, her complete submission. Gently he leans forward and kisses her temple, putting all of the unsuspected feelings she has brought out of him into the kiss before speaking. 'I will Kitten. Or rather, I will discipline you until you can forgive yourself.' He gives her a gentle smile, all the while allowing his fingers to keep her lust running high just below the controlled surface she shows while trying to answer his questions. 'Now, question number three, Kitten?' She gathers herself, taking a moment to steel her shoulders before answering. He allows her this moment. Everything is about balance and she needs this breath, this break. She is doing her damnedest to be all that he requires and he can allow her the leeway to try.
'Third question, what I want you to do.' Another deep breath is needed before she continues and he can't help but tense up in anticipation of what answer needs such preparation. Finally she begins to speak again, and he is not disappointed.
'Master. Kol. Lover. Whoever you are right now, whoever you want to be right now, I want to be here with you. What I want you to do is to pick me up and use me, tell me what you need so I can give it to you. I want you to fuck me senseless and then I want you to do it again. What do I want you to do? I want you to allow me to be your dream, as you are mine.' After this tirade she draws another deep breath and then bends her head, clearly embarrassed at her outburst.
'I never in my life thought I'd hear myself saying something like that and mean it...' she muttered under her breath while he observed her, inwardly flabbergasted but outwardly cool and relaxed, only a raised eyebrow revealing his confusion. Lifting her head and looking at him she saw his expression and it was as if a giant dam broke inside her. Suddenly everything that is and ever was his Kitten came bursting out in one fell sweep.
She jumped up from her prone position on the bed and stood, wide legged and gloriously naked, above him. Her pupils dilated and her arms gestured with Latina flair, belittling her blue eyes and blond hair. She looked like a vision of a Valkyrie as she let her rage fly, rage at herself, rage at him, rage at Elijah and rage at society, all rolled into one. He found himself unable to do anything but lean back with a shit-eating grin and enjoy the marvelous show.
'I'm YOURS, you fucker!' She screamed in fury, challenging him to defy her very unsubmissive submission to him. Wisely, he kept quiet. 'I know what you have been doing and fuck knows I have fought it, but I'm so done with that!' her tirade continued 'You were RIGHT, ok?' she almost screeched, the sound hitting his sensitive vampiric ears causing him to wince slightly while still in awe of his Kitten-turned-Tigress who fought for her right to submit to him. He would give her as long as she needed to work through this phase. He knew she was not angry at him or his brother; rather she was furious at herself and at society as a whole for making and following the rules that had prevented her from accepting it in the first place.
From the corner of his eye he noticed a slight movement, too minuscule for a human to take notice of, yet clear as day to him. When he concentrated his vision into the darkness of the hallway outside the room he could clearly discern Elijah. His big brother was home, and had chosen to sit this one out as an observer while his Little One, Kol's Kitten, raged about them both while coming to terms with her inner need. Kol had thought he sported a shit-eating grin, but the one on Elijah's faces threatened to split his features in two while he watched their own personal Valkyrie stalking butt-naked on the bed, frequently stepping right across Kol's face while spouting every swearword known to man.
This of course happened right in-between her unwilling and annoyed insurances that she belonged to the two of them and wanted nothing more than to make them happy, in any way she could. It was the absurd contrast between her actions and her, clearly heart felt, words that kept both brothers grinning like idiots and their anger at bay. Soon enough her fire burned itself out, her stalking and swearing slowed down and she fell to her knees, facing away from him but still muttering explicit words. 'Fucking vampire pussies that don't even know how to handle a woman who hands herself to them on a silver platter...' He heard her muttering under her breath. If she had intended to wipe the grin off his face and make him mean business, she certainly had succeeded.
Without a word he twisted his body towards her muttering and kneeling form and placed one of his hands on her hips while the other sprawled over her back, spreading the force he used to push her upper body into the mattress wide enough to not cause any lasting damage. His rapid movements shocked her to the core; in complete compliance to her heart-felt submission, his dominant handling of her turned her quiet and pliant under his guiding hands. Satisfied with her position, kneeling with her face and upper body pressed down and subsequently presenting her ass and her sex for his viewing and touching pleasure, he did not bother to make further conversation.
Instead he used one of his hands to take a solid hold of her upturned hips and the other to align himself with her. Finding just the right place he placed his other hand back on her other hip. She knew what was coming and she trembled beneath him. He reveled in her lust-filled fear while also feeling quite certain that this was just what she wanted. Slowly, with the complete control of the predator that he was, he leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.
'This might hurt just a tad, sweetheart.'
That was all the warning she got, all the warning he was willing to give her. A split second later his hands on her hips tensed and he snapped forward, using a speed and force that was just barely on the right side of lethal. The scream that escaped her lungs felt like music to his ears. He heard her pain and he reveled in it, he heard her pleasure and he took pride in it. He had pushed many a human female along the precautionary line in the past; the difference was that this time he actually wanted her to survive the experience. With that thought he leaned forwards and wrapped his right arm around her waist, using it to anchor her against him, while he allowed his fangs to elongate just enough to forcefully bite down on his own left wrist, until the wound created was too deep and wide to immediately close.
The next time she emitted a pained yet lust-filled scream that parted her lips he used it to thrust his bleeding wrist into her mouth. Without slowing down or relenting he growled in her ear. 'Drink, Kitten. Drink now, or die. If you don't drink this will literally be a fuck to die for.' He chuckled under his breath as he felt her lips latch on to his wrist.
'I accept your surrender, Kitten.' he continued 'But if you ever talk to me like that again I will do this without feeding you blood to heal you.' Using his hands to pull her hips against hers he slammed into her with nearly full vampire force, keeping only enough control to not shatter her pelvis while trusting his blood to heal any inner damage his punishment fuck was sure to induce. Accentuating each word with a movement of ownership, he spoke again while reaching his right arm around her hips to draw circles around her bundle of nerves in time with his words and his movements.
'Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear. Kitten?'
The coil in the pit of her belly that had been steadily building before this reacted to his demanding tone and dominant behavior by rapidly contracting and then releasing in a super nova behind her eyes. It hit her with the power of a meteor strike and she screamed at the top of her lungs, doing her best to form coherent words. Or at least one word, the one he needed to hear.
Just as she thought she would be unable to gather her wits about her, she saw him in the corner of her eye. Turning her head as far as her position allowed, which was not far at all, she locked eyes with Elijah. Her Master raised a single eyebrow at her, clearly awaiting her response alongside Kol. This was the final push she needed. With the last of her breath she managed to half whisper and half whimper the required word.
'S- S- S- s- six, Master.'
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Footnote for #6:
* From CH 3 - The Real Idea - Part 1
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Moments after her stuttered count Kol's fingers tighten around her soft curves, causing deep bruises that will appear and heal within minutes due to the massive amount of his blood that is in her system.
Her scream fills his ears, her inner walls are still pulsing in the 's-s-s-ix' he delivered to her senses and finally, thankfully, he feels himself coming apart inside her. His ears fill with the sound of a roar and it takes him a moment to realize that he himself is the source. When the final contraction sweeps through them he can't help but collapse on top of her, her previously supporting knees buckle under the weight of them both. She pants and he pants along with her. The fact that he does not actually need air seems strangely insignificant at the moment.
A moment later he hears her voice, softly whispered into the pillow. 'Wow.'
He snickers, he can't help it. His tongue touches the shell of her ear and licks it for just a moment before delivering his breathy reply. 'Wow is right, Kitten. Tired?'
She nods, a swift and sharp motion, while keeping her eyes closed. Her breath slows down and he can feel her allowing the exhaustion to take over her body, every second she becomes more relaxed, drifting further away. Sporting a small smile he slowly shakes his head when he sees this. No, no, this will not do at all.
'What a pity then, little Kitten, that you are not done counting.'
Just as his words cause her to tense slightly beneath him he notices Elijah out of the corner of his eye, swiftly removing his suit jacket along with his shoes and socks. Still in his dress pants and tailored shirt he joins them on the bed, gently petting his Kitten's, no his Little One's hair. Kol carefully and with quite a bit of reluctance retreats. He misses the feel of her as soon as he leaves.
Elijah asks him something, too quiet for the human girl to hear and despite being a vampire he misses it too, engrossed in her as he is. With a tinge of irritation his big brother repeats himself, as quietly as the first time. 'I asked about the number, Kol. What is your goal?' Kol did not need further clarification. He saw Elijah next to her when she stuttered out her climax count and the two of them has done this often enough together to not need explanations.
Keeping his voice equally quiet he offers his brother information that answers the unspoken question as well as the direct inquiry. 'Eight. As you heard, we are on six. In order; First one was almost immediate, I only rubbed myself against her.' Elijah couldn't help but grin at that, and mumble something about his Little One certainly having turned out to be very responsive. 'Then so far I've followed with fingers, mouth, mouth AND fingers while restrained with thigh cuffs, bondage missionary and then what you just witnessed, erotic spanking and doggy-style.' Suddenly he smirks, a thought hitting him 'You could not have arrived at a more opportune moment, brother. What better way to step it up a notch?'
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It was a close call this time, too close. Despite the tension relief supplied by his Little One before he left home he still found himself almost at the edge of reason while visiting Her. Every fiber of his being wanted to claim Her, use Her and own Her. He even had to cut his trip short to regain control and now here he was, back with his Little One. Not a moment too soon.
It had only taken him a moment while he watched, unseen, from the sidelines to deduct that the orgasm denial he had sentenced her to this morning had morphed into a punishment of the complete opposite kind, but he trusted Kol enough to assume that there was good reason for this. He couldn't deny the clear progress he had just witnessed with his own eyes, despite her rather unorthodox way of submitting. Her final, unacceptable words were dealt with by his brother in a manner he wholly approved of and now he was up to speed on the process, ready to join the fray. Six down, two to go. This would be fun!
Kneeling on the bed before her, he reaches out to pull a lock of her damp hair from her forehead back behind her ear. She opens her eyes at his touch and offers him a beatific smile that warms his questionable soul. It surprises him how much she is able to affect him without effort, but he cannot find it in himself to mind at all. Her eyelids droop from exhaustion, but she still manages to lift a hand to catch his before he has time to withdraw it from her face. 'Welcome home, Master.'
He returns the quick squeeze of her hand before slowly petting her cheek. She leans into his hand and the moment is surprisingly intimate, almost private, despite Kol's (very nude!) presence behind her. Although not as such averse to the allure (or inexperienced with the pleasure) of a male body, Elijah had never viewed his brother in such a light and he was not about to start now.
The number of women shared by the brothers as centuries came and went had reached staggering figures; he was fully desensitized and comfortable with Kol, just as Kol was with him. Neither his brother's presence, the slow return of his prominent erection nor the fact that his semen, deposited inside her in front of Elijah's very eyes, was just beginning to drip onto her thighs in any way detracted from Elijah's appreciation of her and this moment.
'It is good to be home, Little One.' his response came in one of his trade-mark purrs that never failed to cause a physical reaction in his Little One. Even exhausted and over-stimulated as she was at the moment, she did not disappoint. A new wave of arousal coursed through her body and a fresh wave of her own moisture helped flood his brothers fluids from her body. 'Why don't you help me slip into something more comfortable, my pet?' he suggested with a teasing gesture to his still fairly formal attire 'Or at least slip out of this?' A small chuckle followed his last statement when his sensitive nose picked up another wave of arousal from her at his words.
He was gratified to see her fight her tired muscles to get up on her knees in front of him. Slowly and sensually she began the task of undressing him, kissing every inch of exposed skin as she went. Looking at her from this new position he could not help but notice that while he had left her with a small strip of hair her pubic mound was now completely bare.
Lifting a questioning eyebrow at his brother at the discovery, Kol just chuckled in response and rubbed his chin. 'What can I say, Elijah? I got tired of the stubble rash.' He could not prevent a small possessive growl that quickly wiped the grin off of his baby brother's face. In a voice too low for human ears he noted 'Kol, we are vampires. We do not GET a stubble rash!'. Kol snickered and replied in the same tone, keeping the girl out of this conversation; 'I know, but don't tell her that!'
Kol's cheekiness knew no bounds, and as usual Elijah felt completely disarmed by it. The only thing that still annoyed him was how easily he allowed his baby brother to get back on his good side. Any irritation he had felt at his brother taking something as intimate as the decision regarding his Little One's most personal grooming into his own hands ,without even asking, faded as he chuckled. Faced with the fait accompli he must admit he preferred her this way.
He had thought it would feel odd and almost age-play kinky, instead he just found the view of her naked sex erotic and extremely arousing. Letting his hand glide down her body which earning him a shivering moan from her lips, the feel of her velvety mound under his fingers made him immediately decide that he would keep her this way. He had heard of laser treatments that would make the upkeep less of a chore, and...
Before he could get completely lost in his thoughts he felt his shirt slipping over his shoulders. Looking down he noticed how his Little One has managed to unbutton it completely, along with his belt buckle and the button of his dress pants, and was now in the process of removing his shirt all together. He allowed her to do so, as well as aiding her to swiftly discard his undershirt, leaving him bare-chested before her. He could not help the sense of pride he felt when her eyes scanned over him and he could hear her heart skip a beat while her breathing became quicker, shallower, turning almost into a pant.
Not wanting to drag this out any longer, delicious as it was, he got out of the bed and undressed completely faster than her eyes could follow, slowing down only when he was completely done. Back turned towards her while he carefully placed his Armani slacks on the dresser, he could not help but pause a moment and tense at hearing her sharp intake of breath. The ripple this caused in the muscles of his back, in fact all of his back and buttocks, did nothing to help her breathing slow down and he grinned to himself in satisfaction before turning over and returning to the bed.
'See something you like, Little One?' Not fishing for compliments, his awareness of just how attractive his physique is to a human female is second nature and does not need stroking, he just can't help himself. Her reaction as her arousal followed by flustered embarrassment becomes clear to her is simply too enticing to resist. He stalks slowly towards her with the complete controlled grace of a predator. Her breath hitches in her throat, clearly her instincts are unable to decide whether to be terrified or aroused. The result is that specific scent that drives him crazy like no other. His Little One is fairly oozing out fearousal; he is becoming addicted to it. His monster is fucking loving it. If he is completely honest with himself, he can't blame it all on the monster. He fucking loves it too.
Sharing a quick glance with his brother, they approach her from both sides and grab her deliciously fear-frozen form, handling and positioning her as easily as if she was a plaything. Well, come to think of it, she is a plaything, at least to him. A valued and treasured one, a sweet pet, but a pet none the less. He suspects that Kol may no longer agree with that assessment, however.
He shakes his head; this is a thought for another time, for later. Instead he gently maneuvers her body until she is on her back, diagonally across the bed. Settling on his knees between her legs he grabs her ankles in strong yet gentle hands, placing her knees over his shoulders while he lowers his upper body towards her spread sex. Meanwhile he notices Kol leaning over her, capturing her lips with his own and kissing her with a sensual passion he rarely sees his brother bestow on his partners.
[Outtake – Elijah begins touching and tasting her]
His sudden movement causes her back to arch sharply upwards and her moans into Kol's mouth become louder, her every muscle trembling. Never relenting he flattens his agile tongue, still sucking on her nub he then uses it to apply pressure, his hand on her buttock pushing her even further onto his mouth while Kol's hands on her breasts have abandoned their kneading in favor of rolling, pinching and tugging her erect nipples between his fingers. Finally she manages to pull her mouth away to catch her breath, using the moment of freedom to pant out her plea.
'Please! Master, it is too much! I can't take it! PLEASE, Master!'
Chuckling against her folds Elijah never the less allows her a moment of reprieve when he lifts his head to speak. 'That is the point though, Little One, didn't you know?' Extending his tongue to once again lave her painfully sensitive sex she repeats her plea, her voice close to tears.
'No more, Master! Please! I need...' she pauses, not finding the words and tries again 'I need...' another pause, and then she finally finds the words she is looking for 'Different, not this. I need you, Master. YOU!' Her eyes flicker between himself and his brother, clearly making the meaning of 'you' plural.
They share a rather wicked grin and a small nod as Elijah allows her knees to slide off his shoulders and down his sides, stopping them only just in time to hook them around his waist. Kol meanwhile straightens up and pushes his hips forward, replacing the position of his lips on hers with that of his…
[Yeah, you guessed it. Outtake of the hot and heavy variety! Sexy times going on, ending with…]
Holding her hips in an iron grip he throws his head back and lets out a mighty roar, releasing every bit of his pent up frustration along with his seed deep inside his Little One's exquisite frame. He closes his eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of his cum flowing into her and feels truly grateful to the fates for bringing her into his life.
He almost needs his vampiric hearing to make out the two syllables she manages to exhale right after swallowing the last of Kol's cum. Concentrating on her he has no problem making them out, however.
'Seven.'
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[So, so sorry for the chopped up feel of this. I left as much in as I possibly could]
Her entire body is limp. She is exhausted, sated and filled. Still she is not done. Still they will not let her rest.
'One more, Kitten' Kol tells her. 'You've been a very good girl and now when you beg so sweetly for rest we will only require one more. That is, if you please us. Otherwise we may need to continue.'
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Elijah watches him with a small smile from where he lies, flat on his back in the middle of the bed, head resting on his hands and ankles slightly crossed. Gently maneuvering her tired body, Kol places her on top of his brother, chest to chest. Elijah immediately begins peppering her face and neck with kisses while his hands travel up and down her sides, finally settling on her soft ass. Under his gentle and sweet ministrations she slowly comes back to reality, feeling loved and cared for. Meanwhile, Kol kneels between his brother's legs and dips his head between her soft cheeks, so invitingly held open by his brother. A moment later his skilled tongue starts…
[Let's pretty much start this one with an outtake, ok?]
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'You know what we want now Little One, don't you?' Elijah purrs in her ear as Kol adds a second finger to the one playing with her ass. She moans and answers him only with a sharp nod. At his sharply raised eyebrow she quickly corrects herself and speaks. 'Yes, Master!'
'And how does that make you feel, Kitten?' Kol asks her as time seems to stand still with the sensations they bring her. Unbelievably she can feel the coil in her belly tightening all over again.
Whack! A sharp yet delicious pain wracks her body as Kol's palm makes contact with her ass. 'You will answer me in a timely manner, Kitten. How does it feel to know what we want to do, what we will do?' His voice is dark and husky, sexy as hell yet carrying more than a hint of danger. She gasps and tries to gather her thoughts in the midst of her rising arousal, their roaming hands make thinking almost impossible. Finally she manages to regain control of her voice, despite Kol's their distracting actions.
'If it pleases you, it makes me feel good that I can give it to you, Master Kol, Master Elijah.' Their responding smiles were bright enough to light up a room. As the last stop of a very long day of training, they saw her reaction in this moment as very important, a true measure of just how far she had come. Still, Kol felt she was not completely honest and so he raised an eyebrow at her. 'But...? There is something else, Kitten. Last time you were far from this compliant.' She blushed slightly and dropped her eyes. 'Yes Master, there is something else. I am afraid of the pain. It makes me so happy to please you and I know it will feel fantastic for me too, in the end. But there was so much pain, and it scares me. I am sorry, Master.' She kept her eyes averted, clearly ashamed at her own weakness.
A finger touched her chin and she felt her head tilt upwards until she looked straight into Kol's chocolate eyes. His expression was soft, a small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he stared into her nervous features. Stilling the movement of his fingers, Elijah pausing at the same time, he leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on her trembling lips.
'There is no reason to be afraid, Kitten. We take care of what is ours and we only discipline when necessary. Last time you had not given yourself completely to us, and disciplinary action was required. This time will be different, I promise you.'
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Another finger touched her cheek as Kol's retracted and her face was gently turned downwards to meet the orbs of gold and honey that were Elijah's eyes. The affection he radiated towards her took her breath away. His soft fingers caressed her cheek and her head leaned into his palm when he spoke. 'We have no wish to bring you pain, Little One, only pleasure as long as you submit to us. I will not lie, there may be some discomfort, but no more than you can handle and of the pleasurable variety.' He kissed her nose. 'We appreciate the gift you offer us, the gift that is yourself. Little One, rest assured that we treasure you. You are cared for, and safe.'
His words affected her to the very core of her being, a warm feeling of contentment spreading out through her entire body. 'Now, Little One, just relax and enjoy. I believe my brother feels you still owe him one more...' A low rumbling chuckle spread from Elijah's chest into hers and as always the sound of his laughter stirred something inside her, sending shivers through her body and releasing a wave of moisture to cover her already dripping core. A small moan escaped her lips and the men took this as a signal to resume their worship of her body.
Gently Elijah removed her hand that was still wrapped around his…
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'MINE!'
Without letting her gaze drift from his captivating eyes, his Little One took a deep breath and released it in a sound somewhere between a moan and a sweet sigh, relishing in the feel of him.
'Yours.'
She moaned. She could not have stopped it if she wanted to. She moaned because the pleasure was so intense that was all she could do. It hurt, but it felt so damn good! Uh oh, she had to answer. Time to breathe!
[OT] …showed no signs of releasing pressure when he spoke again. Or... maybe 'spoke' was the wrong description. When he growled again, came closer to the truth.
'WHO do you belong to, Kitten?'
'YOU, Master!' She screamed, she knew she screamed, but she could not bring herself to care. The growl from the man below her, her first Master, helped to bring her emotions to a level that defied reason.
[OT] His mind reeled and his thoughts were spinning. Fuck me! There is no feeling in the world that comes even close to this. This is better than blood!
With that thought and with his ears full of his Kittens pleasured moans, his eyes met those of his brother. A million unspoken words passed between them in a split second and then the mirror images of the same shit-eating grin spread over both their faces. It was done.
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[OT] At the very edge of the abyss he could not hold the word back any more and completely without surprise he heard his roar echoed in nearly the same second by his brother.
'MINE!'
'MINE!'
It took less than a breath for her to reply, with a voice shivering with her impending release she still managed to answer her Masters.
'Yours. Both of yours. YOURS!'
He had no reasonable thought left in him, suddenly the world exploded into a multicolored explosion. At that moment he felt his fangs snap out and his mouth was suddenly full of the sweet nectar that was his Kitten's blood. On the other side of her neck he saw Elijah taking his fill of her life-essence. At the same time, she screamed. Not from pain but in pure ecstasy.
In the midst of his release, Kol could still hear her scream. His pride in her knew no bounds as he was able to make out the word.
'EIGHT!'
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A/N Yeah… so, #8… I tried my best, I hope it made sense. As a reminder, there will be a massive one-shot OT (almost 20.000 words y'all, that's how long chapter 8 actually is) posted in a day or two. I hope you enjoyed anyway!
For those who DO read the unedited story in its other home, feel free to comment on all of it here, you don't have to send separate reviews ;)
On that note, Kol just let me know that anyone who reviews will get a whole night with him and he might try for nine or even ten. Now WHO can say no to that?