Chapter 5: Liberated
Damon ambled down the stairs slowly, testing his strength, to be met by the sympathetic faces of Ric and Elena. "How are you feeling?" She watched him still obviously perturbed.
"I'm fine," he assured her and seeing her dubious look he rearranged the furniture in a whirlwind as proof by organising armchairs and sofas to form geometric shapes and tidying up all the books and stray bottles while he was at it.
Elena dropped the decorative pillow she had been holding into place, "I was just about to do that.." She frowned, "should you be exerting yourself?" She couldn't help feeling overprotective after what she had to witness over the last few days.
"Elena, I'm ok," he stepped over to her so that he could reassure her with his touch and found that the speeding about had indeed made him a bit lightheaded and stagger.
"I've got you," he found himself in Alaric's arms, who guided him to the now perfectly positioned couch, with Elena sitting down next to Damon at the other side.
"You should've trusted me enough to tell me you needed real blood to function," she found the first opportunity to admonish him for his omission.
"So you're saying you would've not only believed me, but would've receptively agreed to me munching on the locals?" Damon rolled his eyes sardonically.
"I've let Stefan drink me, didn't I?"
"Yes, for his reconditioning. But one person cannot reproduce enough blood in time for adequate amounts of sustenance. Not that I would've let you try."
"How about two?" Alaric fingered his bandaged hand.
"Come on Damon, we need to figure out how to keep you healthy," Elena's hand went to his stomach with an inner shudder. He had been trying so hard to be like how she had wanted him to be, but Katherine was right. Elena had been squeezing her eyes shut to his real needs, not realising how much his alcohol consumption had to do with him substituting liquids. That will never happen again. "How long has your stomach been bothering you?"
Damon shrugged, "Andie kept it at bay somewhat.."
"Tell me the truth. How much fresh blood would suffice for you daily not to have stomach cramps? At all?"
"At all, well, that would be aiming a bit high, wouldn't it?"
Alaric rolled his eyes and Elena shook her head vehemently, "I didn't realise how high my expectations were for a vampire. If you need it, there must be a way of you getting it in a nonviolent manner."
"Look, I can take care of myself. Compel random people, maybe out of town, half a pint a day maybe?"
His friend pulled a face, "okay. The less I know about that, the better," he stood to go, "make sure you don't mention it much to me and we'll all be fine."
"What are you doing?" Elena grabbed Damon's arm as he rose to his feet and pulled him back down onto the couch, "no alcohol for you today, you need your strength back first."
"I wasn't going for a drink," Damon rolled his eyes at her, "but now that I have your explicit permission, I'm gonna go find some lewd cheerleader or calendar girl. I hear there's a beauty pageant over at Bass Church's Town Hall..ouch!" He was silenced by Elena punching him in the arm, "what? Jealous?"
"Is that what you'd really do? Find someone well known and popular like that, as opposed to doing it in a concealed manner?"
"I like the fun it involves," Damon teased her half jokingly. There was a time that would've been him all right, but there was a list of a certain small list of people in his life now who mattered to him too much to endanger, upset or expose them.
Elena frowned, looking at him intently to gauge his intents and finally decided based on his little self-assured smirk that the tease deserved another punch. "Not today Damon, not when you're still weakened. Today you drink from me," she pulled closer to him, both hands holding his. Elena had been trying to help him for days and for one reason or another, she had always failed to give him what he needed, so the young woman would not back away now.
"You really mean that, don't you?" Damon held her gaze, spellbound by her care and concern for him. It wasn't something he was used to.
"I want to feed you," Elena affirmed with an honesty, straightforwardness and want as if she would've said I wanna make love to you. She wasn't sure what else to do to encourage and convince him, so she raised a hand to his cheek with a sad smile, thumb tracing his lips and sliding gently under, probing for the tooth that would turn into fangs.
He had no intention to bite her yet, not like this. His tongue touched her skin as if tasting and his front teeth closed gently over her thumb and let go. His tongue lapped at it once more, then took it deep into the warmth of his mouth. Damon seemed to have lavished that little part of her with such attention it made her wonder what he could do to the whole of her body, the feeling was so sensual. Sucking and licking, he was milking her thumb, index finger and middle and he had just about started on the next one when she rose from the sensations and glanced up from his mouth to meet his eyes, "you were supposed to be taking blood, not just licking." Elena bit her lip, she was sure her desire was evident in her deep dark eyes. She should've never looked up, his awareness of her feelings manifesting in his knowing, yet soft and placating smirk. His arrogance and her arousal, it was all too much.
There were no objections from her when he leant forward for a light kiss on her cheek, followed up by one to her jawline, then traced her neck with kisses, working his way down to her collarbone. The light touch and his breath on the sensitive skin caused her to shiver and her heart sped up. Fighting against the paralysis she found herself in that kept her to the spot with no more movement than leaning into his touch, she searched for her voice with trembling lips, "when are you going to bite me already?" It sounded almost like a plea for freedom from his sensual torture.
"Your wish is my command." His words blew cold air on her flushed skin and then she felt vampire teeth extend against her neck. Unpleasant memories surfaced, but only for a moment.
Damon took a moment to savour the elusive bouquet of her blood, the lifegiving liquid filling his mouth, quenching his hunger, but despite knowing that he would never be able to get enough of this woman, or alternatively, because of that, he made a conscious effort to concentrate on her experience of the moment instead and the way he could improve it. Compassionate hands stroked her back and touched some spots between her legs she did not know existed. His tongue licked the delicate skin around the wound, setting off shocks down her spine, tendrils of pleasure burning through her body.
Elena muttered something and despite his special hearing ability, he could not figure out what it was, but afraid she was objecting, he was ready to pull back till he figured she was just wanting to put her hands between them, pulling at the buttons of his shirt as sensations evoked by the tenderest of fangs ever imaginable flooded into her.
A little surprised at the reaction beyond his expectations, Damon could still get rid of the garment with vampire speed, thinking how his flashing his body several times over the last year in front of her have paid off with her wanting to see him naked again. Her fingers ran from his raven hair to the hills of his chest and stomach while she pulled a leg up to mount him so she could press against him harder.
"What did you say?" Damon finally found the time and ability to ask.
"You're mine," Elena whispered, as if just hit by the realisation.
Damon raised his brow, but didn't answer. Denying would be lying, agreeing tempting a Katherinelike fate. Could he really believe she wanted him? His senses told him yes. The dark vampire was surprised to find that he could smell her arousal in the air, hear the blood in her arteries beginning to thud harder despite the loss in volume, her heart pitterpattering wildly. Matching her ebullience, when he lowered down his sharp teeth onto her shoulder again with a growl, it spoke of a hunger that had nothing to do with sustenance.
The slow, exploring tongue vibrated indescribably intense and resplendent sensations through her, it felt like being tasted with the expertise of a fine wine connoisseur, savoured with the intent of treasuring every drop. It woke a primal instinct in her, originating from somewhere down the Petrova bloodline, that she was sure came from the dark side. The slight discomfort of his fangs grazing her skin made her feel alive, the whole experience evoking an animalistic craving within her. She wanted the feeling to go on, she wanted it, she wanted him, more of him. Pressed hard against the smooth muscles of his torso, she felt an urge to rip his clothes off, it was so intense like nothing she had ever felt before. How was this possible, how was it possible that a single, however skillful lick of his sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her system?
The realisation hit her, it wasn't what he was doing, but rather who it was that was doing it. A fog settled on the outside world. Elena could not think of anything else other than how much she craved him, a feeling so singular and consuming she did not understand it. There was a need for something she wasn't getting. Closing up the inch that was between her mouth and his neck, she instinctively bit into him as hard as she could, unable to refuse the calling. Even so, her fangless, relatively blunt teeth could not draw much blood.
Drawing back, she gave a shuddered gasp in alarm at her own actions, holding onto his muscly arms for support. The taste wasn't unpleasant, like she remembered it, but this time, no fear mingled with the blood, it made her feel alive instead. It was as if magic had flown through her.
Just as startled as Elena, Damon searched her eyes frantically for answers with a faltering expression, "what are you doing?" He questioned in a whisper. He so wanted her desire to be sincere and heartfelt that he felt weak and unashamed at his own helplessness driven by purehearted love.
Her gaze had a pleading aspect that confused him even more, her lusty laugh evermore. "I don't know what I was so afraid of before having vampire blood in my system. Eternity scared me I guess, but I'm not afraid anymore. Not with you by my side."
Damon looked away a little unsure still, "when we were locked up, I heard something. I heard Katherine asking you if you wanted to become a vampire."
Elena blushed slightly, but reached out to touch his cheek lovingly, "then you must've heard my answer too."
"I did but..." He whispered, not willing to believe it for it being too good to be true, "I'm not sure what was reality and what was dreaming. I was in and out of consciousness."
The girl fingered the tiny hairs on his naked chest instead of answering, in admiration of his beauty. She wasn't ready to declare her undying love, not just yet. She got hold of her top and lifted her arms to slip it off, eyes pleading for mercy. "Just kiss me Damon. I'm yours, for tonight. Lets leave forever for another day," she slid her hands round his shoulders to wrap them around his neck.
Damon needed no more encouragement to lean towards her with a soft smile and seal his mouth against hers, hypnotised by the perfectness of the moment. He was intending to display his unadulterated love for her in that kiss, gentle and comforting and sensitive to her needs, but her current needs were nothing like he imagined. So as soon as their lips met, the spark of passion flickering in both of them ignited into a fire together, a dangerous, compelling flame of need, desire, excitement and want. Anything but gentle, their tongues twisted together, pulling each other fiercely deeper in as if they would've wanted to devour one another, their blood staining their lips mixing together.
Entangled in each other, they both knew one kiss would never be enough. Straining to feel some satisfaction instead of the immense desire engulfing her, Elena started to shake her head before pulling back to speak, "I don't want you to hold back. I want you to make love to me like you would with a vampire. I'd like to know what I'm missing out on as a human."
The taste of her desire still on his tongue, Damon frowned, perplexed, "I'm not sure that's a good idea.."
"What could happen to me? I have vampire blood in my system right now, wouldn't I heal instantly?"
Damon bit one side of his lip, hesitant, "take some more, just in case," he bit into his own shoulder this time, making way for a more suitable amount of blood to flow out for the purpose than she could ever bite out of him.
Elena stared at it for a little while, it has been a bit different biting into him driven by sexual desire as opposed to purposefully drinking his blood. But the wound already started closing, so she latched onto it quickly, deliberately swallowing a couple of times rather than just having a little vampire blood in her mouth like all the other times. The thought and taste of blood was still unpleasant to her and she kept halting, but as soon as he cradled her in his arms and stroked her ear featherlightly with the side of his cheek she relaxed. Then Damon tilted his head and lowered his lips to catch hers once more, indicating to her that what she'd ingested was enough.
This time, the kiss was soft to start with, teasing, intoxicating, so magical that it made her moan in its delight. That being with someone could be so perfect, she never expected. Damon pulled at the bottom lip of the girl completely lost in passion and manoeuvred himself down into a vertical position with her on top gently yet without breaking the deepening kiss. He caressed her hair lightly, her neck, her shoulders and arms, astounded she let him take her into his arms. They were both eloping into a world of pleasure of the moment, somewhere where pain, hardship, negative emotions and enemies could not reach them. Damon cherished the occasion for one more minute before he drew back, his conscience getting the better of him. He took her face between his hands, eyes looked with hers. "I love you Elena," he told her firmly, emphasizing every word with his emotions.
Elena blinked uneasy, taken out a perfect dream. What did Damon want? For her to say the words? And what if she wasn't quite ready. Lips parted, she held her breath, tears starting to prickle her eyes as she shook her head, "Damon, don't.."
"Sssh," the vampire silenced her with a finger on her lips, "I know, I know, don't say a word. I love you and because I love you, I wouldn't want you to do things you might regret. Passion and lust could lead to one thing after another and I just wanted you to know that I'd never want you to do the slightest thing you don't feel comfortable doing."
The girl stared at him with wide eyes. Why did she have the impression Damon was sometimes still stuck in the nineteenth century in some of the ways he behaved. A smile broadened on her face as she fingered his long locks of hair, also reminiscent of past centuries, "shut up. Just make love to me." You would never think Damon would hesitate so much, it almost made her laugh out loud. "I'm yours, so take me." She added as conciliation for not quite being to able to say she loved him, not because it wasn't true, but because the force of the emotion scared her.
Damon searched her face for another while, hardly believing his luck, then turned his lips into a lewd smile, more comfortable when playing a role rather than being the insecure himself. Eating her up with his eyes at first, he bowed his head to her shoulder again, not as much to lick the still seeping blood, but to kiss a light trail down towards the valley between her warm breasts.
Elena took to unbuckling and unzipping his pants and was a little thrown to find he had no underwear on. His cock popped straight out and up and she jumped, openmouthed. Damon had to laugh at her reaction, "isn't that what you wanted?"
The young woman could only nod, marvelling at the beautiful body under her. It had been one of her deepest desires to see this only part of him she never had the chance to. She noted the size and shape of his penis with uttermost interest and found herself joyously anticipating how it would look like when it was completely and fully erect. At the moment only the tip of his cock was peeking out the foreskin, shiny and straining out for more freedom. Her hand felt drawn to it, she touched and wrapped her fingers round it without thinking. It gave her an interesting sensation, unusual, yet so fitting and natural. The way the coolish skin slid under her fingers into her fist, it was like a lock and the corresponding key. Elena couldn't believe how beautiful it was, not necessarily longer, but thicker than what she'd expect.
Her fingers had their own life as she pondered on the sight, they were automatically running up and down his shaft softly even though it was something she had never done before to anyone. Damon hissed, his penis standing taller and tauter, slick and dripping with little drops of precum beading at the tip. The visual fevered her, she felt a need to bend over and lick it off. This member was perfect like nothing else she could imagine and she was in love with it.
"Elena.." Shaking his head incredulous, Damon pulled her up to look into her eyes again. So many compelled and uncompelled women who would serve him and his body without a second thought over his one and a half centuries and the love of his life could not be just one of many. He would not let her service him, their union had to be more meaningful. "No Elena...you don't need to do that."
The Gilbert girl looked at him uncomprehending, "why?"
"Because I love you. I don't want you to do anything you might think of later as something you have unpleasant memories of."
"Why would I have unpleasant memories?" Elena took his cheeks into her hands. How could a man with such a perfect member, a body that anybody could envy, eyes that shimmered with countless of colours depending on light, rippling muscles and shiny black hair, not to mention noble manners and a big heart have so little self confidence all the while as knowing with utter certainly how gorgeous he looked and using it to his advantage when the occasion arose? She had tamed this wildness of a vampire, she would make him happy too. With tender caresses of his face, shoulders and chest, she revelled in his blue eyes a little more before her instincts got the better of her once more, "I want you inside me. Right now," she pleaded, pushing down her own trousers with her mouth half open and anticipating pleasure. Elena brought her legs back to where they were, spread round him, where his penis had been pressing at her thighs previously without any conscious effort from his part.
He was brushing his thumbs over her nipples instead, lightly, agonisingly slow, engrossed in watching them erect. The way her breasts moved up and down when she was breathing, it was noticeably different than with his vampire lovers. So perfectly human and beautiful. And to imagine that she declared herself his..
"Damon," Elena lifted his chin to catch his attention, "now?" She asked, even though his member had already answered yes. She was sure Damon would be a wanton master at foreplay, but she didn't want any of that now. The need to have him inside her was too overwhelming.
The vampire smiled at her and nodded, although his touch remained gentle as he grabbed her buttocks to align themselves into the right position. The lover in him would never just take anyone even if his urge he was giving into matched hers. He stroked her cheek, watching her reaction at every inch as he slid into her slowly, then pulled her close for another tender kiss.
Elena understood she had to hold back, take his lead, his pace not to break the dream-like spell they were under. She let out a small whimper in desperate vexation, the only protest she allowed herself, but it was enough to worry Damon, to let him know there was a dissonance between them, "I want to make love to you, not just have sex," he murmured against her lips quietly, "besides, not many women could fit my length all at once," he added in cocky style.
"You feel amazing," Elena gasped. The young woman was wet and wide enough in her arousal, yet able to appreciate what he was implying. If she wasn't wanting him so much, this could've been painful.
He continued to enter her slowly all the same, pulling out and pushing a bit deeper every time, moving his hips up and building up a rhythm, never really distancing his lips more than half an inch away from hers in a tantalising dance of tongues and tickling breaths. His swift moves within her warm and welcoming pussy were not completely repetitive either. Damon thrust into her angling himself at different parts of her walls something like one millimetre at a time. He was looking for something, more and more frantically trying to find that little something before he completely lost himself in her and cummed. Biting his own bottom lip to keep his control, Damon thankfully heard her gasp and when she started trembling violently with moans of gratified arousal, the vampire knew he had found what he was looking for. Her legs were tightening around him, fingers clinging tightly and somewhat painful to his shoulders, her insides convulsing. Not giving him anymore consideration, she rode her own rhythm now, making him unable to hold himself back any more. Their lips crashed greedily the same way as their hips in ascending crescendo, they groaned together feeling as if they've died and gone to heaven. As his orgasm slowed down, he kept going in and out of her slowly, with an involuntary twitch of his softening penis every now and then, angled at the right spot still. Elena remained speechless in appreciation of the sensations going on inside her, but that didn't stop her from pushing her tongue deep inside his mouth in what became a lither dance of tongues while his erection subsided.
The girl took a momentary rest before looking up into his eyes, an unparalleled bliss that startled Damon reflecting in her gaze, "what?" He whispered, fascinated.
"I'm yours, Damon. I'm yours," she repeated breathlessly, showering his chest with kisses. When she at last has succumbed to her exhaustion and found a comfortable place digging herself a cosy lying place in the vampire's shoulders she frowned, running a finger over his shoulder where she had previously bit him, but where his skin was now smooth and spotless, licked clean. "I can't believe I've done that."
"Why did you do it?" He tensed, knowing his entire future could depend on the next few words.
Elena fingered his chest as if absent-mindedly, but the serious, stern look on her face didn't disappear as she was wondering herself. What she had done hit her hard now that she had the chance to think about it. She knew the answer of course, only could she be honest enough with herself to admit it. "It was because I want to be with you forever," she uttered finally and bravely, tears streaming down her face with how the profound emotion and sense of truth affected her.
Damon hugged her hard. He knew he now had all the time in the world to do so, but he would not want to waste any moment of forever.
The End.