Chapter 6: Reputation
"There are so many things to do in this city, especially for a human. You could go shopping, use my bankcard. There are culinary delicacies, even I'd vouch for that and I'm not talking about the flavour of Hungarian blood, although that also has a specific antique feel to it as well you don't get anywhere else if you care to know. The architecture is a complete mix of all the cultures of half of Europe and the lights make nightlife almost like daytime, which is of course not actually all that safe for…"
"Damon! I'm not interested in going out!" Elena insisted for the third time.
"Are you sure? The lights around the castle area are breathtaking as they reflect in the river. If you just stay around the casinos, there are plenty of people about and many of your age. Budapest's a common student destination."
"You don't need to get rid of me. I'm a big girl. If you would've thought Christina was a threat to me, you wouldn't have brought me here."
"She'll be more inclined to share the information we need if you're out of the house," Damon tried to convince her to leave him alone for a chance. They have not been apart for more than a few minutes ever since his brush with death and while it was endearing, he could not be and act like the Damon his former lover knew and expected if Elena was always about.
"Well, I can gather as much that you're gonna be sleeping with her, so its not as if its coming as big surprise. I'll just keep out the way in the guest room we've been given, okay?"
"Its not that I will claim him, little one," Christina stood leaning against the doorway barefoot, "it's the way I'm intending to do it he thinks you should give a miss," she walked closer to stare Elena in the eyes in a provoking way, "he must be thinking you too innocent for the experience. But I'd like to know what you think girl. Would you like to watch?"
"She doesn't." Damon stood between them, "not to mention how hungry you tend to get after, Tina. I'd like to keep Elena amongst the living if you don't mind."
"No, she doesn't," Christina leaned close to finger the young woman's hair seductively, "she doesn't want to loose sight of you for as long as a moment even. Isn't that right Elena?"
"We're in this together," Elena stood her ground, "so much of what had happened lately with the Salvatore brothers is either my fault or is to do with me. If you know something that'll help us find Stefan, I'm gonna give you the price, but under no circumstances will that price be something that Damon's not comfortable giving."
Christina backed off physically, rather stunned by the answer and the girl's apparent lack of fear when facing ancient vampires. Then she gave a pleased and clearly amused laugh, "you seriously intend to protect not just the ripper, but also his unruly, uninhibited, debauched and decadent brother, including his comfort?"
"I told you I wanted to keep her alive and now you maybe see why we think her special." Damon sounded pleading, almost apologetic for the first time in his interactions with the lot older and stronger vampire, a trace of his undertone giving her the respect a woman in her position required.
"All the more reason to give her what she wants. Stay and learn. You'll be a vampire soon enough," Christina gave one more moment of her attention to the mortal girl before blurring into a flash. By the next time she slowed her movements visible to the human eye, Damon was lying on the carpet, all his clothes torn to shreds and discarded around them.
The fact that Elena had seen him naked before did not lessen her disbelief. Nobody could be that perfect, that beautiful. It was always happening so spontaneously, her eyes were glued to the smooth skin of his body, desperately trying to encompass all of Damon in her visual field as if it would've given her nourishment. She breathed in deeply, heightening every sense. It seemed like her eyes were picking up the colours with a deeper acuity, every contrast and shade of light distinguished. The sun made Damon's pale, thin body glisten through the large, wall size windows, bright and yellow, airy and white, radiant and pure, so much so, nobody could've guessed this was a vampire's house.
Elena's eyes were widening still. Real vampires did not sparkle, but sunlight made him ethereally beautiful. Christina was keeping him straddled, with his hands pinned to the side, a grip that he would neither want or could get out of. The slightly tensed position caused the muscles on his chest and soft, but tight abdomen to become more noticeable and his hair was tousled from the swift way he was tackled and undressed. Some people didn't suit the scruff look and Elena was quite sure she didn't like untidy, not till she's seen the older Salvatore like that. Dishevelled and looking like an angel at the same time.
"Not with her here," Damon warned Christina looking admonishingly in her eyes to keep her from going too far.
"You're the sweetest when you're embarrassed," Christina taunted, but promised him what he wanted with an honest, benevolent look.
Elena was too busy being in awe of how gifted he was un the endowment department to notice his attempt at eye contact at first, Damon wanted to make sure one more time that she could cope with what she was about to witness. Like hell she could. Lost in the blue ocean depths of his eyes, she was practically oblivious to another woman being in the room. To some extent, it was as if while she didn't feel morally right to be intimate with Damon herself, she could allow herself to be inexorably drawn to watching and not take on the responsibility for doing so. It was her hormones, not really her, it was them wanting to be curious from time to time, wanting to explore another side of life. Elena felt herself getting aroused and made no attempt to calm herself. Her slightly parted, languid lips gained colour as if it would've been her and not Christina feeling up his chest, sliding over every bump and valley on his front.
The older vampire spared her a glance too, provocatively, yet invitingly and Elena caught the change in the expression and the explosion of lust in her eyes before the picture before the human became blurry again. But she didn't need to see everything to understand the desperate passion with which Christina devoured a prey that was technically never hers, not would be.
Flashes of movement revealed her enticing lingerie, soaked in the dark red blood spraying from his side and shoulders by the second time they took down from their vampire speed. Damon was writhing and moaning despite himself, senses overtaking over mind and Elena was quite sure it wasn't the pain, but the result of vampire teeth and tongue that covered his entire torso in less than a minute. The girl gulped. The scene was rather visceral, but it made her wonder. Would she as a human with her physical limitations ever be satisfying to either Stefan or Damon?
Elena hissed in shock. Without warning, Christina bit into the deep flesh of his chest. It wasn't what shocked her to the core, it was that pain aroused him visibly. Damon's cock jumped, twitched and grew, still.
Happy with the result, Christina continued downward a little more gently, with nips and sucks of his stomach and hips rather than plain biting. She lapped all the blood up from the wounds created by her on her way, as if she didn't want to waste any. The vampire spent a little more time licking around his pubic hair and the blood streaming down from his pleasure trail and into his belly button.
It was enticing, it made Elena want to reach out and touch him herself, pull the other away and take over. That part of his belly, that part of his anatomy, it was only recently she stroked, rubbed and massaged not so long ago. Christina shouldn't be hurting him there anyway, not now when he's barely recovered. But of course you shouldn't tell an ancient vampire about Damon's weaknesses.
Body to body close and tight, Damon's lover slid up against him, her pussy pressing into his waist. She lifted her buttocks a little, expertly, precisely and slammed her whole weight down his cock, taking one more of his body parts prisoner without having to feel for position with her hands. Impaled, the beauty pounced up and down his shaft gripping his arms like handle bars. It didn't take her long to satisfy herself, a few thrusts and it felt like the whole building shook with her orgasm. A few additional riding motions and she milked his every semen out of him mercilessly. He tensed and spasmed, his throat emitting a primal howl ending in a gasp. Closing his eyes against its inevitability, he cam violently
None of this seemed remotely human, but essentially wild, animalic and ferocious. The older vampire's control seemed retained on that edge Elena had never liked and she despite the exchanged bodily fluids, she would've really liked some other sign that Damon was enjoying this at all. He never imagined him the type who would've let himself be dominated, but then again, she must've been so very with that assumption if she took into account that those who counted to him, Katherine and Rose were both older and thus stronger vampires.
"'Lena," She could see him mouth self consciously, uncomfortable with having sex with another woman in front of her, despite his typical exhibitionism. He tried to lift his head up, push the other vampire away and look at the Gilbert girl's reaction, make sure she wasn't grossed out. He wanted her so much and yet willingly or unwillingly he kept ending up in situations that compromised her opinion of him.
Christina pressed on his chest and banged his head back down in the process. She wasn't finished with him yet, so she pushed her pussy tight into his waist and scraped her canines against his arms, stopping him from moving as much as an inch with the force of her frenzied adoration, choking him senseless with her rough and delicious, what you could call vampire caress. Just as well he didn't need to breathe.
Elena stared at the hardly healing bruises, not so sure she wanted to see the interaction now, but unable to leave. If Damon was not back to full health, this kind of lovemaking could have disastrous consequences. Or did he like to hurt? His whole life was a succession of upsets and grief. How could those be shouts and groans and gasps of pleasure when Christina was so obviously hurting him?
She didn't notice when she started crawling, it wasn't like a conscious decision. Only suddenly Elena found herself kneeling right next to them and reaching out a hand feebly. She could've gotten a stake of course, but she was quite sure it would've been a bad idea, yet the brunette felt she needed to do something.
Christina's head snapped to the side and she growled at her instinctively before drawing back, smiling. She licked her lips waywardly, then snatched Elena's arm and pulled it in between her legs, where she placed the girls' fingers round Damon's manhood and let go.
Elena froze. She was surprised to find that despite having cummed only a minute ago, he was large and hard. The doppelganger did not dare to look in the Salvatore's direction and had no intention to find out his reaction. Perhaps he had his smirk on, but most likely would be embarrassed as well. The school girl contemplated withdrawing, but she was sure the older vampire would disapprove. Besides, Elena felt so excited, dreamlike and lightheaded, not sure if her current breathing pattern would allow her to speak, move or disagree. The poetess was looking her straight in the eyes, but Elena was quite certain the older woman had no intentions to compel her. Christina didn't strike her as the type of person who would encourage anything fake or be untruthful to herself.
"Please," the poetess' gentle, almost fond and compassionate voice mobilised Elena enough to be able to form a response.
"You're such a tease, Tina," Damon tried to give Elena the choice by attempting to pull away.
"That's why you like me boy," Christina kept him firmly under her control, steadily, but not callously. "Come on Elena, give him and yourself what you both need." The change in the older vampire seemed natural, they had two sides, a ferocious, intense, dangerous one and a placid, long-suffering, affectionate one and Christina showed her just that.
"But I..I don't know how to," Elena admitted, her embarrassment starting to win out.
Christina nodded reassuringly and placed her own fingers over hers again, strengthening her hold on his delicious throbbing erection. "Kneel closer, slide here next to me," she pulled her closer, this time a lot more gently. The older woman then started guiding her hand, stroking round his balls and deep into his pubic hair softly before shoving her how to move purposefully up and down his shaft. Christina could play with Damon's flawless body all day long and she often had. In love he was with someone else at the time, and that was fine, as it was now. She had her fun, but watching could be just as enjoyable. Too bad Elena wasn't a virgin, the old vampire liked teaching them, seeing them open up, smelling the innocence.
Damon's head fell back, he was letting the women pamper him after making sure there was not a trace of reluctance on Elena's face. Curiosity, yes, yearning. Her actions spoke by themselves. Christina held her hand lightly only now, carefully turning Elena's thumb up and onto his sensitive spot below the head of his cock the experienced vampire knew so well.
"Fuck," a deep groan ripped from Damon's throat despite his self awareness he held on to. He would never want to loose his composure, not around Elena. It could be dangerous.
"Kiss him," Christina directed, raising a finger to her chin to look into her eyes. Not so she could make her, but so she could see the truth. "Like you want to."
Elena nodded imperceptibly. She would not dare to argue with the old vampire, not out of fear, but because she saw millennia of proven wisdom reflecting in her gaze. There was a second of hesitation before she started leaning down till her head was just to the side of his and another moment of delay when she stared at his shapely lips uncertainly ahead of making her move and kissing him gently, but deeply, strangled emotions turning into all the love she could muster.
Damon sighed into the kiss, a fair amount of relief washing over him because of her willingness to demonstrate passion for him, but was not sure if he could go as far as kissing back and wrapping his arms round her. His unresponsiveness was to some extent due to fear that she might swiftly come to her senses and stop and partly because she was fingering a delicate spot of his erection in a rough manner, still under Christina's guidance. The older vampire was shaking her head nevertheless, "that's not where he needs you the most." She leaned down to run her tongue on the free tip of his cock, showing the way.
Elena licked her lips. She wanted Christina out of the way, Damon was hers. Fascinated by his raring, curved erection, she lowered her mouth on it the moment the other vampire let go. Her tongue flicking out, she tasted him, not caring licking his blood off that covered his cock along his entire body after Christina's assault. She sucked him gently, but eagerly, fulfilling a not so infrequent fantasy that kept waking her up at night. She had been dreaming about Damon's penis.
Damon moaned, groaned and squirmed and it had nothing to do with Christina moving to the side and resolving to having little bites out his arms and sides, but giving the rest of him over to Elena. His erection convulsed and he panted, forcing himself to breathe faster. The Salvatore was not sure how young Elena would react if he released his cum in her mouth. Not restrained by Christina anymore, he reached up and pulled Elena higher.
Her eyes widened in annoyance at first, but then she spotted his bloody pleasure trail right in front of her eyes. Perhaps another spot needed her. She lightly let the little hairs touch her tender, sensitive lips, then ran a tongue over it. He moaned as she suckled him passionately, no way he could keep in control anymore. "Elena…" He tried to warn her with a husky voice and pulled her even higher.
She did not object this time, but kissed his stomach admiringly and licked a clean line on his messy chest, not noticing that Christina had completely retreated and left the room, nor the amount of his blood that she had willingly took in. The girl seemed to simply enjoy his beautiful body. She sucked his nipples, cleaned his collarbone and so close to his inviting lips, she moved up to kiss him. Nobody was stopping her now.
Wait, nobody was..her gaze snapped to his to collide with his cloudy, dazzlingly hopeful eyes. Why was she doing this? She couldn't be doing this, not when it wasn't for the older vampire's pleasure and ultimately for her telling them about Klaus? Elena got up on her knees, only now realising how sticky with blood her clothes were. She had to get out of there.
Damon didn't stop her.
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