A/N: So this is a pretty rough draft. Please excuse grammatical errors.
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Knowledge
Greta was drowning in an ocean of her feelings. She was disappointed in herself, grieving over the blood witch, and angry with Niklaus. When did this man become the be all, end all of her life? When did she let this happen? And why didn't she listen to the old crone when she warned her all those years ago?
It was almost twenty years ago to the day that Greta had stumbled upon a legend. Unbeknownst to the King, Greta had followed Niklaus to the dungeons one night. Every so often he would wait until he thought she was sleeping and slip out of her chambers and wouldn't return for hours. On rare occasions he didn't return at all. The witch's curiosity, or more aptly her suspicion got the better of her.
She trailed him quietly to a rarely used portion of the castle, using her magic to camouflage her presence. She waited patiently outside the mysterious chamber until he left, and then stood examining the door wondering if she should go in or not. When she was just about to leave, the door cracked open. Greta walked in, and got the surprise of her life. The blood witch lived twelve floors below her and she never knew it.
Every witch was told of Qetsiyah, the sorceress of sorrows. She singlehandedly waged war on Silas and Mikeal, and with her coven, won. She was a plague to the vampire king and the malicious warlock. She overthrew Silas, and carved a chunk out of Mikeal's lands and made them a haven for the witches living there. After she vanquished Silas, Niklaus committed patricide. Qetsiyah brokered peace between the four nations. Vampires, witches, humans, and lycans have lived in a fragile harmony ever since.
Ten years later, after her so-called disappearance, Greta found Qetsiyah reading in the bowels of the Hybrid King's castle. Qetsiyah sat in a comfortable chair, her white locks pulled into a knot on her head. She looked like the grandmother who had just finished baking you cookies, not the warrior mage that had brought two monsters to their knees. The enchantress's power was so great the witch almost suffocated walking into the room.
"Hmm…you are of Sapphire. Powerful too. Hoped you had more sense in your head than your daddy. But here you are. In the same place he was when he met your mama. He's told me a lot about you…the hybrid." The older woman said pulling off the glasses she had been balancing on the end of her nose.
"That's funny. He has told me nothing of you." Greta said walking further in the room. The chamber was massive and filled to the brim with books, jars, dried herbs, flowers, and other magical supplies.
"Some things are not for you to know, but you're determined aren't you. You follow behind him like a puppy. Its good to let a man miss you sometimes, chile. A starving man eats with abandon, a full man with laziness." Qetsiyah said turning the page on her book.
"I don't follow him…" Greta started.
"I suppose you were just taking a walk around the castle." Qetsiyah said making a notation in the corner of the page.
"I'm watching his back. Niklaus doesn't always think with his head. I just want him to know I'm here for him. His family abandoned…"
"You want to control something that is completely out of your control. Heed my word witchling. Go out into the world. Know yourself before you try to give yourself to some man, especially this man. His heart is not yours to have." Qetsiyah said with a surety that Greta didn't like.
"You know nothing about me and Niklaus. He loves me."
"He does. In his own way, but not the way you want him to."
Greta thought on that night as the wind lifted her hair. It was the first of many conversations she would have with the blood witch. The vitch ached for one more.
"My lady. I'm surprised to see you outside the castle walls." Malachi said sitting on the bench beside her.
"And what does that mean Kai?"
"It means that with the King's new toy, I thought you would be glued to his side."
"You jest, but it's the same toy you wanted for yourself. I should be surprised your not lurking in the lower courts."
"That's the thing about me, my lady. I know when to give in. It seems Niklaus has everything I want." Malachi said moving a lock of hair from her shoulder. He waited for her to scorch his hand, or fry his brain but nothing happened.
"Are you feeling well?" The warlock said studying her more closely.
"I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm thinking." Greta answered honestly.
"Thinking is dangerous for a woman like you." Malachi said attempting to get a rise out of her. To see the vitch so broken bothered him.
"A woman like me?" Greta asked her brow arched.
"Powerful, beautiful, and intelligent. If I were the king I would keep a close eye on you. Actually, if I was the King I would never let you out of my sight." Malachi flirted. He playfully nudged her with his shoulder. Greta smiled, then sobered.
"Clearly the king doesn't think like that." Greta said once again thinking about the man she chose to love.
"Clearly he is a fool. A toy is just a toy, but a queen… a mate is hard to come by." Malachi said rising. He grabbed her hand, pressing his lips against the back of it. Then he left her to her thoughts hoping maybe that they would turn to him.
-o0o-
The king and his counsel sat in the war room staring at the trembling squire.
"The graves remain intact majesty." Trevor reported, his long locks falling into his eyes.
"And the ward?" Greta inquired. Niklaus glanced at the witch. She hadn't spoken to him in days.
"We fry every time we near the perimeter. It's as strong as ever. Maddox says he thinks it's stronger." Trevor informed. He had never spoke before the entire counsel. Everyone in this room was a sociopath except maybe Lady Camille. He could say the wrong thing and be incinerated by the Dragon, shredded by the ripper, or cursed by the consort.
"How is this possible?" Marcel said looking to Greta.
"Maybe the old witch lied. Maybe she just wanted your protection." Stefan offered.
"Kol has escaped every prison I have locked him in, even death. He has yet to escape Qetsiyah's grasp." Klaus said observing a very quiet Kael.
"Remember the time he possessed your lover and tried to slit your throat. What was her name?" Marcel reminisced.
"Hayley" Camille and Greta answered in unison. Klaus ignored Marcel and his paramours.
"The blood witch is the only thing that has kept my siblings from destroying my kingdom. She is gone. Someone, and when I say someone, I'm talking to the three mages on my counsel, explain why her magick is still in place, and will it last? It defies everything I know about the craft." Niklaus said to no one in particular. When no one spoke he turned to the sulking consort.
"Greta." He cajoled. Greta shrugged, refusing to look at him.
Niklaus would deal with her later. He had more pressing matters to attend to.
"Malachi?" He questioned.
"I have a theory sire, but I need to research it more." The warlock said watching Greta when he thought no one was paying attention.
"Tell me what you know." Niklaus said making note of Malachi's blatant infatuation with his vitch. Everyone was testing him today, but he could not lose focus.
"The only thing I can think of is the blood witch transferred her powers to another vessel. It's old and powerful magic. If she was as fragile as you say there is no way she could have pulled it off."
"Blasphemy. How dare you assume to know the depth of Qetsiyah's power? Her magical knowledge and skill dwarfs every one in this room not to mention the greatest of your ancestors, Gemini. She didn't need anyone's protection. She had a plan, a purpose. That is why she spent her precious last years in the dungeons of this castle. That is why you have had the pleasure and honor to exist in the shadow of a goddess." Kael spat at the arrogant varlock.
"And what exactly is this purpose, dragon?" Malachi sneered.
"I don't pretend to know her mind. Only time will tell. I'm more than certain it will be revealed, right when she planned it."
"Well isn't that convenient. Meanwhile we don't know if we should be preparing for war." Marcel said annoyed.
"Stefan, double the royal guard at the tombs. Trevor, you will report to us twice a day. Greta, I need your coven there as well. If there is the tiniest peep, the slightest of movements I want Malachi's apprentices to hold the ward, while Sapphire starts the desiccation spells."
There was a knock at the door.
"What is it?" Klaus barked at the door. The door slowly cracked open.
"It's nine o'clock sire." The servant said to the room. "Per your request, I have the companion."
Greta rolled her eyes and rose from the table. She flung the door open and exited the room. Malachi smirked following her into the hall. Stefan and Marcel eyed each other, as Camille exited.
"I will deal with them later. We have more important things at hand."
"Like you bedding your concubine." Marcel said rising from the table.
"Give Lady Vanessa my best." Klaus said watching his lieutenants' exit. Kael tried to slink out after them.
"Kael, why do I get the feeling, you know more than your letting on." Klaus said to his oldest advisor.
"I am just as lost as you are. Time will tell majesty."
Klaus waited a moment before gesturing to the servant to let Bonnie in. The witch's mouth was twisted in anger. She had probably heard Marcel's remarks.
"Ignore them." Klaus said looking over his witch.
"Excuse me?" She said standing by the door, her hands fidgeting.
"Ignore them. We vampires have great powers at our disposal. We let it go to our heads at times."
Bonnie narrowed her eyes. She didn't know who this was, but it was definitely not the future father of her child. Bonnie had watch the flags blacken and lower to half mass. Someone of great importance must have died in the court, but no one she spoke to had any clue. Her usual source of court gossip, Lady Caroline, had gone to visit her mother.
"I don't know if it's grief, but that almost sounded sincere." Bonnie said trying to broach the subject.
"Possibly." Niklaus said rising from his seat. He closed the door to the room and pulled the witch towards him. She felt good in his arms. For once he was happy to have the companion as a distraction. Niklaus rushed them back to his chair, settling Bonnie in his lap. She smelled good, like summer rain. His lips pressed against her neck…
"I'm not comfortable with this." Bonnie said wiggling free. Niklaus reached for her, but she backed away.
"You prefer the table." Niklaus said shucking his shirt, preparing to give chase.
"I prefer not to be doing this at all." Bonnie said looking around the room glumly. She was serious, the King realized. She was back to playing victim.
Klaus sighed. "And what pray tell is your prudish excuse today."
"Prudish. Excuse me if I don't want to be treated as one of your whores. Your conference room? Like I'm some daft groupie who will let you fuck me anywhere."
"Forgive me. I forgot I'm some malevolent fiend from your nightmares, and that you detest me when I'm not making you come." Niklaus said reaching for his shirt. He rose and went over to the wall standing in front of the giant map of his kingdom.
Bonnie didn't know what to say to that. To say she hadn't started to enjoy their baby making would be a boldface lie. And Niklaus would know it. He was obviously in a mood. Bonnie wondered whose death could affect the Hybrid King like this? She would know if any of the inner circle had died. No one in the lower court had any Intel.
Bonnie wondered if the word had spread beyond the castle walls. Bonnie wished she could speak to Emily, Luce, or her Grams. She was actually going to speak to King Niklaus about contacting her family tonight, but now she was pissed and didn't want to ask him for anything.
"For the record, you are the only woman in this castle to share my bed, Bonnie. You are the only human to walk into this room. My groupies are pure blood vampires, pack leaders, and mage royalty. Ninety percent of them will never know what it feels like to wake up beside me. I have afforded you some latitude because you are to be the mother of my child. A role that I think should be revered, but you are wearing on my nerves. I don't know whose worse right now, you or Greta. Like it or not, you are my companion. Yes, some people think of you as a whore, but I have never treated you as such."
Bonnie's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe he just compared her to the vitch.
"Also, I wanted you. I did not want to wait. I could have easily walked the three steps to my bedchambers." Niklaus said pushing on the map. It was a hidden passage that opened up into his master suite. "But I wanted you. Here. Now. That's not a bad thing. Perhaps, one day you let go long enough to figure that out. You want a bed? Fine, but not tonight. I'm not up to maintaining this charade. I take it you can find your own bed chambers." Niklaus said stepping through the door.
Bonnie watched the passage closed. The witch had no idea what had just happened, but she knew one thing. If he ever used her name, Greta and the word whore in a sentence again she would show him what grief was.
-o0o-
Bonnie was in a foul mood and she couldn't shake it. The witch had stayed in her chambers all day, grieving her old life. Her exchange with the King didn't make it any better. She kept replaying the argument in her head. Bonnie knew what was bothering her, the word whore. This man had bedded half the kingdom, but she got branded the whore. Before that she was the prude because she chose her magick studies over balls and horny farmhands. Her skills, power, and training didn't matter. Somehow her life was being defined by whether she spread her legs or not, and in a few months she would just be the mother of the King's heir.
She was going to be on the triumvirate. She was going to make her coven and lineage proud. She was going to make the blood coven the powerhouse they were before. Bonnie's memories were so real she thought she could smell frankincense and sage, her Aunt Emily's signature cleansing spell.
There was a knock at the door. Bonnie opened it and found Barrister Donovan looking anxious.
"You've been summoned to the lower court throne room." The Barrister half shouted.
"Is there something wrong Barrister?" Bonnie said concerned. Maybe the king was more pissed than she thought and wanted out of their contract. Well that would be fine with her.
"I'm not at liberty to say." The normally jovial man seemed rushed for time. Bonnie sighed then locked her room door.
Bonnie followed the man threw the corridors. Everywhere she looked castle staff was moving quickly making preparations.
"Barrister what's happening?" Bonnie said walking fast to keep up with him.
"The King has visitors. He is rolling out the red carpet. We are to be on our best behavior." Donovan said rounding a corner.
Bonnie hoped the King was not about to show her off like a poodle. I have never treated you as such. What did he call this? What did he call sneaking her up the back stairs?
When the Barrister and Bonnie reached the throne room, the doors swung open. All Bonnie saw was a sea of crimson hooded robes. Bonnie's mouth went dry. Her heart began to flutter. Tears sprang to her eyes.
The witch was torn. She missed them all so much but she didn't want them to see her like this. She hesitantly entered the room. Young women kneeled as she passed them. The crowd parted until she was standing in front of her Aunt Emily, Lucy, and Gloria, the high priestesses of the blood coven.
The King sat on his throne, his expression unreadable. As usual, Stefan and Marcel flanked him. Kael and Malachi stood behind them. Bonnie noticed that Camille and, more importantly, Greta were missing.
Bonnie didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't have any idea what was going on. Should she take her place by Gloria? Did she stand by the Vampire court? She had no idea where she belonged so she stood on her own in between the two nations.
"Here she is. Just as I said, whole and unharmed." Niklaus said, unbothered that his sworn enemies were two feet away from him.
"She better be Hybrid." Emily said nodding to her niece. Lucy moved from her place over to Bonnie. She grabbed her face, looking her over. "How have they been treating you? What monster have they given you to? We have some money saved, maybe we can buy him out." Lucy said wiping Bonnie's tear.
Bonnie looked up at the throne confused. They didn't know? What was Niklaus playing at?
"I'm afraid that's not going to be possible Priestess, besides Bonnie is not the reason I sent for you." Niklaus informed. Lucy turned to the throne.
"We've been requesting an audience for months? What do you mean she's not the reason we're here?" Lucy said to the King.
"Lucy, mind your tongue." Emily warned. Lucy was clearly frustrated but she fell silent.
"It must run in the family." Marcel whispered to the king.
"We are here to negotiate the release of our coven member, for her return we will be willing to enter into a treaty, offer magical assistance when needed, and of course pay her dowry." Emily offered.
Niklaus sighed. "I am honored by your offer, but as I said before, that is not going to be possible. Her contract is binding and non-negotiable. I will extend visiting rights to her cousin and grandmother, anything beyond that is out of the question."
"I don't understand." Lucy cried, her guilt and anguish getting the better of her. "The messenger said you wanted to return our coven member. If not Bonnie…"
"The Blood witch." Niklaus revealed.
The room went silent. Bonnie's mouth dropped open. This was a bad dream. A delusion brought on by grief, loneliness, and an argument with an asswhole. Bonnie started pinching herself to snap out of it. It didn't seem to be working.
The energy began to shift in the room. Bonnie watched her Aunt morph from diplomat to General.
"Excuse me?" Emily said her eyes narrowing. Suddenly the lights in the room began to flicker. The air grew tighter.
Qetsiyah was a sore subject to the blood coven. Everyone knew they blamed Niklaus for her disappearance. Bonnie was the only reason they had travelled to White Oak Castle. Even then they travelled in force. Every witch in this room could kill ten vampires with one cast without breaking a sweat.
Vampires and Hybrids slowly shifted their stance as witches readied their spells.
"Emily, Listen to me." Kael said stepping out from behind the king. "Qetsiyah forged an alliance with Niklaus. She has been living in the castle. She told me she wanted a quiet place to settle, but now I think she had a reason for wanting to be here." Kael said eyeing Bonnie. Emily turned and looked at her niece. Niklaus looked at the witch for the first time since she entered the room.
"Kael, what are you saying? My grandmother has been alive all these years and living with this monster? Why would she do that? Why would she leave our coven?"
"I don't know. Maybe she thought her absence could make it stronger."
"Where is she? Where is the blood witch?" Emily asked her hand flying in the air. A sickening dread settled into Bonnie's stomach.
"I extend my condolences. She was a phenomenal woman, a great friend." Niklaus offered solemnly.
"No." Emily said staggering. Emily was only thirteen when she disappeared. Over the years she had missed her grams dearly. Emily watched her father waste his life looking for her, and if this was true, she was only an hour's ride away. "You imprisoned her somehow. You orchestrated her disappearance because you were afraid we would attack you next."
"We had a deal. She would kill Silas and I would kill my father. We brokered peace together."
"Peace? Your seventy-year reign of blood and terror has gone unchecked and virtually unregulated. You captured and kept her all this time."
"Bloody witches. I am trying to do the honorable thing. I am trying to honor her memory. Don't blame me because your dear sweet grandmother abandoned you and your coven, banishing you to obscurity. "
Emily was seething, her magic seeping out into the air. Bonnie was scared.
"This means war demon." Emily said gathering her power. Stefan was up and mid flight before Marcel could plant himself in front of the king.
"WAIT!" Bonnie yelled. Stefan hit Bonnie's force field blocking her aunt and was flung backwards.
"Auntie please. I have observed the King. He has been in mourning. His flags fly black and at half-mast. His demeanor has changed. I believe him when he says the blood witch was his friend."
"Bonnie?" Lucy says bewildered. She had a nasty curse for Malachi spinning in her hands.
"Look I'm not saying he's a priest. I'm saying I believe him on this. They were allies."
"Are you sure, witchling?" Emily said trying to reign in her powers and grief.
"Yes Ma'am. I'm sure." Bonnie said nodding. Emily stood there gathering her thoughts. Bonnie chanced a glance at the King. He was watching her. She looked away quickly, fidgeting. After a moment the electricity in the air dimmed.
"The Third Priestess has spoken. I trust her counsel." Emily said to her followers. She turned to the King once she had collected herself enough to speak to him. "Give me the sorceress's remains. I want to honor her in our ways."
"So be it." Niklaus ceded.
-o0o-
They stood on the banks of the sea at dawn swathed in white calling to the four elements. They called to fire to turn their sister to ashes. They called to the wind to spread her legend across the ages. They called to the earth to nurture her seeds of wisdom. They called to the water to carry her spirit to the other side.
They called to the goddess as their tears joined the sorceress's ashes in the sea. She called to the goddess as he stood beside her.
-o0o-
Bonnie lay in her bed not wanting to get up. She had spent the night feasting with her coven. They were celebrating Qetisyah's life so of course they did it in grand fashion. Bonnie couldn't remember the last time she had such fun. Emily, Kael and Grams told stories of Qetsiyah's feats while the younger witches teased her mercilessly about being the King's companion. Apparently, the Hybrid King was hot.
Although she could tell Lucy felt guilty, her cousin got in a few barbs of her own. Bonnie let her know that she was fine, and it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. They laughed, cried, drank, and danced. It was almost like being home.
They would be on their way back there now while she would have to contend with a grieving hybrid or not. Niklaus hadn't sent for her last night, despite his continuing insistence that she needed to be pregnant two weeks ago.
Bonnie jumped when her chamber door swung open.
"Sorry mistress. I thought you would still be sleeping. You had a late night." Bonnie's handmaiden said coming into the room. She was carrying three new dresses.
"More clothes? Has Lady Caroline returned?" Bonnie said admiring the colors and expensive fabrics.
"No mistress. These are from the King. We should get you dressed and into one. He is joining you for breakfast."
"Huh?"
"She said. I am joining you for breakfast. But no need to dress. I've seen everything you have to offer." The king said leaning against screen separating the bedchamber from her seating area.
"Majesty" Ophelia bowed then left the room.
"What…Why"
"Your not very articulate in the morning are you? Maybe we should change the time of our rendezvous." Bonnie scowled trying to wipe the drool from her mouth.
"Less back talk, more back shots." Niklaus added under his breath.
"What?" Bonnie said narrowing her eyes.
Niklaus feigned innocence, his brow rising at her expression.
"I am trying to figure out what you are doing here? Isn't your being here against your code or something? Aren't you sullying yourself by being in the dreaded lower courts."
"This isn't the lower court. These are the guest chambers."
"It isn't high court." Bonnie returned. The hybrid king rolled his eyes.
"Come have breakfast. We have much to discuss." Niklaus said walking away from the witch and over to the dinning table. As soon as he sat her chamber door opened and an army of servants poured into the room carrying trays of food.
Ophelia rushed back into the room with a satin robe. It was crimson like her ceremonial robes for the coven but it was emblazoned with the King's insignia on it. Ophelia helped Bonnie into it and reached for Bonnie's brush.
"Where is Tessa?" Bonnie said sliding her feet into her slippers.
"Who?" Ophelia said pinning a small flower into Bonnie's hair. All this for breakfast with this man, Bonnie thought sardonically.
"Tessa. My hairdresser." Bonnie said fastening the belt on the robe.
"Sorry Mistress. I don't know anyone by that name."
"Tessa. She comes in and does my hair every morning. She's older. White hair."
Ophelia looked at Bonnie strangely. "I assumed you were doing it before I got here, mistress."
Lady Caroline must have hired her. She would ask after the woman when the vampire returned.
"So much fuss for a mere serf, yet you don't mind keeping your King waiting."
Bonnie sighed, walking into the sitting area in her chambers.
"I don't have a King. I am a voting member of The Order of Mage. The Triumvirate is our governing body. Emily Bennett is my Coven leader." Bonnie said. She reached to pull the chair out from the table but a vampire appeared and did it for her.
"You live in my castle. You sleep in my bed. You will carry my seed. You live by me law…King." Niklaus said pointing to himself.
"You wanted to discuss something." Bonnie changed the subject before she set the "king" on fire.
"Yes. I reward loyalty Bonnie. Your intervention the other day was timely. Tonight is the full moon. I am going for a run. I usually sleep in the woods when I am done. I have decided to let you come with me."
"My reward is contractual sex with you after you have run through the woods all night as a wolf."
"Yes. As we speak, I have servants pitching the tent and building you a bed. You get to be alone with me in my most powerful state. What better reward is there?"
"It sounds like your rewarding yourself." Bonnie said eating a piece of ham.
"Always, but that doesn't mean you can't share in the spoils."
"I see your back to your old charming self." Bonnie said sipping her juice.
"There was the three four thousand dollar dresses as well. The eight hundred dollar robe your wearing."
"So…money and sex, why not power?"
"You'll get to experience that tonight."
"You have completely misread the things I find valuable."
"Greta and Camille always jump at new clothes and the chance to be alone with me."
Bonnie gritted her teeth.
"I am not Greta and Camille."
"Oh I'm aware. They have excelled at coitus. You on the other hand…"
"I feel so appreciated right now." Niklaus chuckled. "Maddox."
Bonnie watched as a dark haired man walked into the room. He was sturdy and tall like an oak tree and bore the marks of a skinwalker on his tan skin.
"This is Maddox. He has been the captain of my personal guard for years. He is your assigned guardian now. He and the barrister will accompany you when you visit your Grams."
Bonnie dropped her fork.
"After you conceive and my physician clears the journey. I will allow you to visit them occasionally, as long as it is safe for my child. They are free to visit you here anytime."
Bonnie was moved to tears and speechless.
"I guess I know more about you than you imagined." Niklaus said drinking from his goblet.
-o0o-
Niklaus ran through the woods relishing the feeling. He let his instincts guide him, his wolf take charge. He sped through the darkness jumping over a falling log, dodging a large boulder. He pushed harder and harder letting his limbs burn with power.
He did this when he needed to think. He did this to prepare for war. He didn't know why his siblings had not risen but he wasn't naïve enough to think the spell would hold. They wanted war? He would show them why he was the king, and they were his subjects. He had dreaded this moment. The moment his need to unite his family was trumped by his cravings. He craved the blood, the slaughter. His wolf demanded to be alpha. It would not submit to any challenges. He would fight for everything that was his, everyone that was his.
Niklaus found himself at the river. The beast in charge drank his fill then splashed into the water. A moment later he was relinquishing control. Niklaus's skin stretched and bubbled. His muscles lengthened, as fur fell away. The king looked up at the moon in the sky. It was just after midnight. The beast usually wondered until the first hints of dawn. The king felt his beast howl inside him. His thoughts turned to the witch. Niklaus washed himself thoroughly in the water. When he came ashore a servant materialized with clothing and shoes. The king slipped into the sandals and wrapped his self in a towel. He waved the servant and the clothes away. He began to make his way to camp.
When he pulled back the flap, Bonnie was sound asleep and softly snoring. The witch had inched all the way over to the edge of the bed near the fire. Klaus shucked his towel and climbed into bed with her. She was wearing some gauzy thing that covered every inch of her. Niklaus shook his head. She would play the devout virgin to the end. When he pulled her against him the witch mumbled a spell.
He watched as her dinner plates and utensils floated through the air. He ducked when the plate bee lined for him and the knife lodged itself in the headboard right were his head had been a second ago. The fork had landed in his thigh. The king grunted pulling the utensil out with tug. He watched the wounds closed and flipped the witch over. She smiled dreamily. He found himself smirking down at her until she smacked him in the face as she turned back over.
"Wake up." The king said grouchily.
"Hmm" Bonnie said in a daze.
"You're subconscious is trying to kill me."
"What?" Bonnie said looking around.
"Why is there a fork in the bed?" Bonnie said accidently poking herself.
"Why are you dressed like a nun?" Niklaus rebutted, picking at the swath of material.
"It was cold."
"Take it off. I'll keep you warm."
"Your werewolf side is grouchy."
"It only gets to come out and play once a month. What's you're excuse."
"If you think…" Bonnie began sitting up. The wolf instantly zoned in on her large erect brown nipples peaking through her gown.
Before Bonnie knew what was happening she was flipped over, her cheek against the soft fur of the blanket. Her gown was scrunched up at her waist.
"No more talking. It's time for your reward." The hybrid growled into her ear. A part Bonnie wanted to protest but the larger part wanted her reward. She shivered as his cold skin pressed into hers as he covered her. His deft fingers were under her delivering light feathery pressure to her clit. His dick was sliding against her backside and when the hybrid felt her juices flow he filled her.
He forgot how tight his little witch was. Their spat had cost him days of this pleasure. As hostile as the witch could be, her womb welcomed him home. He wanted to give her time to adjust but his wolf nature was too close to the surface. He took her hard and fast. She squeaked every time he plunged into her. He rubbed at her pussy as pushed into her. After a fe minutes of his petting, the witch came and his wolf lost it.
Klaus pulled them both to their knees. One hand kneaded her breast. The other wrapped around her stomach as he pumped into her. With a jerk he came spilling inside her, but the hybrid wanted more. He held her against him biting into her shoulder. He slowly rounded into her as the blood spilled down his throat. His hand slipped down into her wet folds again. He drank, fucked, and fingered the witch until she was convulsing with pleasure. With one last thrust he came again, releasing the witch.
He would give her a moment to catch her breath, before he rewarded her again.
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