Forgetting all about the fear and panic she felt a second ago, she now had just one thing in mind. Tasting more of them. They were so close, holding her down with strong hands.
Without knowing she compelled them again, without the use of words.
"Please, you hurt me. I will be good, I promise!" Elena acted as if she was in distress.
Stefan and Damon started to feel bad for having her still pinned on the ground. Then her spark started the fire. They were lost in her game without even an ounce of suspicion. Getting, that she was not seriously afraid, they relaxed.
"We will see about that." Damon said
"I think you should be your best, Elena. You know how dangerous vampires can be. I mean you know how vicious he can be" Stefan warned her nodding over to Damon.
"What will you do to me if I'm not? ...For example if I... SCREAM AND FIGHT YOU?" Elena provoked and wiggled a hand free to do some damage to Damon's handsome face, since he was the closest. But he was fast and moved out of her range.
"Ugh, I wouldn't have done that. Now you made him mad."
"Take care of her kitty-paws. It seemed she wanna get taught a lesson." Damon hissed.
Stefan grabbed her by her wrists from behind her head. "I told you. Better prepare yourself."
Elena squirmed and fought against their dominance as much as possible. Satisfied she saw how much it turned them on to have her as their prey.
"You really thought that you could scratch me, hm? Let's see if you like the punishment for that." Damon ripped open her shirt.
"No please Damon, don't." Elena pleaded. Every move she made to get free made her bosom bounce a little, getting the full attention.
Like being hypnotized Damon bent down to plunge his face in between her two well shaped breasts.
She noticed his breath against her skin and moaned at the sensation. He didn't even kissed her yet.
"One thing I learned waiting for this, is that waiting can be a very strong tool in building up tension."
Abruptly Damon stood up.
"Move her over there" he demanded, pointing to the soft carpet near the fireplace.
Stefan did without questioning. In no time Elena found herself bound and blindfolded on the carpet. She felt like a starfish with her legs and arms all stretched out. Not so sure anymore if she was still in charge of the game, her chimaera features vanish once more.
"So it seems your horns, and snakes, and claws comes out to play only when you are self confident or when you decide to fight instead of flight." she heard Damon saying.
"I think we should run some further tests"
It became silent. Elena tried to locate them but couldn't hear a thing. First seconds, then minutes passed. Nothing happened. Where they still in the room? She had to admit, it wasn't to her advantage to be bound and stripped from her natural abilities of sight and free movement.
"Guys?" No answer. Elena waited a few more minutes. There was something on her right leg, no, not her leg, her jeans. It didn't touched her skin, but it somehow pulled on her pant leg, lifting up her calf a little.
"Scissors" she whispered but still got no answer. Someone cut open her jeans little by little, inch by inch.
Still believing in the spirit of the game, she kept quiet. A cold breeze gave her goosebumps on her right thigh. Then it became silent once more. Too much happened the last days and Elena became nervous. She needed to see if she was still in the place she thought she was, with the people she loved.
Her heart stopped a second, when her left jeans leg was cut open so fast, up to her hip, that the sound of it almost sent her to hell.
"Damon, Stefan, please...let me see. I'm scared." she whined. But again, nobody was willing to answer. Solid fifteen minutes she waited for something to happen, good or bad. She screamed, she pleaded, and when she was about to cry she felt a mouth kissing the back of her right foot.
That somehow told her she wasn't in danger. But still, she felt so vulnerable laying there with bound in shredded clothes and a too delicate piece of fabric between her legs to feel at least a touch of decency.
Someone touched her hair very carefully, played with some of her strands. She turned her head in that direction and opened the area on the other side of her long neck, immediately regretted the move. She felt sharp canines impinging her skin, sucking deeply, making her dizzy.
"Damon.." His rough way that was gentle enough to be enjoyed made her knew it was him.
The dizziness wore off as if she restored the blood in her veins right away. Was she able to do that and was her blood still nourishing for vampires after her transition? Two pinging stings on the inside of her thigh made her aware, that Damon wasn't the only one who had a liking in sucking her blood. This time she nearly fainted. Stefan's greed for blood was unmistakable.
Little by little they conquered her body, making it hard for her to find out who was caressing or teasing her. They got rid of her panties, the last thing she had left before they stopped again. Elena felt their eyes on her bare skin. Her anticipation grew but stayed unanswered. To her it felt like years.
Was it possible they caused the wetness between her legs just by staring down at her. She couldn't help but feel beautiful. She smelled their salty muscular readiness. Any moment they would do indescribable things to her. Who would take her first? She hoped it would be Damon. She couldn't wait any longer to have him.
Soft wet licks on her belly, her breasts, her thighs, her face made her shiver when Stefan and Damon blew on the same spots just seconds later.
Only hints of touches on all the right places almost finished her right there. It became unbearable. Elena was afraid they would torture her for days like this. She knew Damon would love that. Making her come only by touching her breasts or kissing her.
Then she felt strong hands holding her legs in place and some other wetness then her own dipped softly into her. It was heaven. Soft and targeted strokes took turns with demanding and all covering licks. She exploded like a nuclear bomb.
Without giving her a break one of them positioned himself between her long legs. The way he took her jaw in his hands to make her focus, it must have to be Stefan, she thought a little disappointed. But when he entered her body she wasn't sure about that anymore. It felt like she would have imagined it being together with Damon only better. All his fire and passion.
They confused me on purpose, she thought. It was Damon after all and she could feel just how long he waited for that to happen, how much he cherished that moment with her.
His calloused hands held her hips tight to cause the right recoil of his movements. He was a god making her his goddess. Filling her with happiness.
When the white nothingness washed over her and electric shocks pleasured her to death every little scar healed. Inside and outside. She felt like a newborn, comforted and safe.
"I love you!" A familiar voice sweet talked in her ear. But it wasn't Damons nor Stefans.
With one leap she sat up in white flower scented linen and opened her eyes wide in shock.
"Oh right, I forgot to say: Remember" Klaus added apologetic.
And she did... and eventually smiled back at him.
"Wow, I didn't know it can be that real. I think that was the darkest, smuttiest, most suspending birthday present one could ever give me."
"Yeah and you told me that hypnosis isn't working on you."
"It felt so real...everything..."
"Well...some of it was real my dear." A mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"You mean you …"
"I needed a little award for all my twisted ideas."
"So Damon and Stefan...they were ...you? I didn't know you had such a dark side in you, Klaus. But you really scared the hell out of me being the bad guy in your little story. I hated you."
"I'm glad you remembered that things are different now that you came...back."