A/N: Here's the second part! The response to the first part was amazing! Thank you so much for reading, reviewing, and encouraging me to continue it!
I apologize for the wait, but as some of you know, I also write Tangled Up in Blue and have been busy with real life. Sorry!
This story doesn't have a formal beta, so I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors etc. I do need to thank livingdeadblondegirl for helping me with the ideas though! : )
Warning, the following contains very graphic depictions of sex and violence.
Enjoy...
The cab ride back to the plantation had been a torturous one.
They all climbed into the backseat. She was in the middle with Megan and Klaus on either side of her.
She and Megan kissed playfully while her right hand rubbed against the strain in Klaus's jeans discreetly.
Klaus was busy kissing her shoulder and the curve of her neck while his own hand paid her the same respect, rubbing his fingers in a slow but firm fashion against the crotch of her shorts.
Her other free hand was resting dangerously on Megan's upper thigh, while Megan's free hand was groping one of her breasts through her tank top.
They were a tangled mess of bodies, but she didn't mind it one bit. In fact, her arousal was beginning to soak through to her shorts.
She didn't even care that the cab driver was right there in the front seat. She even disregarded the occasional glance he snuck of the threesome through the rear view mirror.
"I can't wait to get you out of these clothes," Megan purred with frustration.
"I agree," Klaus hissed as he nipped at her ear lobe.
She blushed, revelling in the attention she was being paid by not one, but two people.
"I want to taste every inch of you," Megan told her before running her tongue along her bottom lip.
Her body shook as Megan's words floated over her cheek.
"She tastes like perfection," Klaus informed her.
"Mmm," Megan sighed excitedly.
Feeling more confident, she let her hand ascend higher underneath the material of Megan's dress.
It excited her when Megan's body tensed and a deep exhale escaped her lips; she wanted to know she could have the same effect on Megan as Megan could on her. She wanted to know that she could please a woman.
"Feel me, Caroline," Megan encouraged, kissing her lips teasingly. "Please."
"You heard the lady," Klaus urged, smirking against her shoulder.
Biting her lip anxiously, she allowed her fingertips to glide along the soft skin of Megan's inner thigh.
Megan parted her legs a little more to accommodate her.
She stopped briefly just short of the apex of Megan's thighs before lightly touching the damp cotton and lace material underneath Megan's skirt.
Her dead heart was racing as she rubbed Megan gently over the material separating her fingers from Megan's heat.
Releasing a strained sigh, Megan gave her a deeper kiss.
"More," Megan pleaded.
She could feel her stomach constrict with nerves as she processed Megan's request.
Slowly, she pushed the thin material aside. She could feel a small patch of trimmed hair above Megan's pubic bone, but her lips were smooth and bare to the touch.
She barely noticed Klaus undo the button of her jeans as she stroked her index finger tentatively over Megan's dripping slit.
"Is she wet for you, sweetheart?" Klaus whispered, inching his rough masculine hand underneath her own panties.
"Yes," she choked out in between heated kisses with Megan. "She's so wet."
Megan grinned sheepishly against her lips.
She ran her fingers up from Megan's opening to the bulb of pleasure flesh she was too familiar with between her own legs.
"Show me," Klaus instructed as his fingers touched her bare centre for the first time that night.
As if he couldn't already smell the thick arousal from between Megan's thighs permeating the air like she could, she did as he requested.
Coating her fingers in the honey dripping from Megan's folds, she withdrew her hand and held it out for Klaus to inspect.
He lifted his head from the crock of her neck and eyed her glistening fingers with aroused intrigue.
"You want to taste her, don't you?" Klaus asked deviously, knowing the subtle meaning hiding behind his words.
She wanted to taste more than just her arousal; she wanted to taste the rich ruby red blood she knew that was concealed just beneath Megan's skin.
Klaus swirled his index finger around her swollen bundle of nerves and she whimpered with a nod.
"Taste me," Megan purred into her other ear as her hand dug into her upper thigh, inches away from where Klaus's hand was currently occupied.
Without further input from Klaus, she brought her index and middle finger to her lips and drew them into her mouth.
She had never tasted another woman – only herself – but Megan tasted divine. She closed her eyes and savoured the candy-like taste that covered her tongue as Klaus fingers worked her clit more feverishly under the cover of her shorts.
"May I?" Klaus requested, his voice close to her lips.
She opened her eyes to find him waiting for her answer intently.
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to taste Megan's sex on her tongue. There was a small part of her that tinged with second thoughts, but she couldn't ignore the way her pussy throbbed harder.
This was no different than the when they would kiss and exchange blood.
Turning her head, she met her lips with his teasingly, parting them slowly, before gliding her tongue against his to give him a taste of the brunette beauty beside her whose intense eyes she could feel on them both.
When the kiss broke, Klaus removed his hand from between her legs and brought his own glistening fingers, covered in her juices, to his lips.
She sighed under her breath as Klaus's full lips curled around his fingers.
He murmured pleasurably, staring at her with lustful eyes as he tasted her. She revelled in the sight, knowing how much it turned him on – he had always joked he could give up blood and survive on her alone.
"What a delectable combination," Klaus commented lowly.
Megan giggled as her lips fanned her ear and she found herself grinning sheepishly as well.
"I'd like a taste of you, too," Megan confessed into her ear suggestively, as though she was asking permission for something greater than what her words implied.
That's because she was. Megan wanted to taste her the way Klaus had tasted Megan.
At first Klaus shifted back a little as if to give Megan space to reach into her shorts and taste for herself, but as they both gazed at him, he seemed to also comprehend what she was really asking.
She hesitated briefly, but quickly spoke up. She was in control of this.
"Why don't you oblige her, Klaus?" she suggested, much to Klaus's apparent surprise.
Klaus looked to her for further confirmation.
"Let her taste me on your lips," she elaborated, encouraging him further.
A mischievous glint sparkled in his eye with her words.
"Fancy a taste, sweetheart?" Klaus propositioned Megan.
"I've been dying for one since your girlfriend's relentless teasing inside the bar," Megan grinned.
She blushed.
"Caroline is a bit of a tease, but I assure you, she always delivers," he smirked, leaning over her to grab Megan's cheek and meet Megan's lips tentatively with his own.
A confusing mix of emotions swirled inside of her as she watched Klaus claim Megan's lips. As surreal as it was to see Klaus kissing another woman in front of her, she didn't stop them. She couldn't stop them. She was too transfixed by the sight of their tongues and lips moving together. Shivers ran down her spine, her nipples puckered inside her bra, and her womb tightened with further excitement at the sight she found strangely erotic.
So eager and hungry for them both, she leaned forwards, running her tongue and lips along Megan's neck.
The scent of Megan's blood and her arousal were a lethal combination. She was powerless to stop the veins on her face from emerging or her fangs from dropping.
Fighting the urge to bury her teeth into Megan's flesh, she turned to Klaus, burying her face in the crock of his neck.
She was ready to help herself to a discreet taste of his delicious essence to tie her over when the brakes of the cab were applied and the driver began to demand his payment.
Her fangs retracted instantly.
They all sat back with heavy breaths to process their arrival at the plantation before Klaus began to dig into his wallet for money.
"You should have been paying us, mate," Klaus growled, tossing the money into the front seat at the driver.
She and Megan laughed at Klaus's comment as she followed Megan out from her side of the cab.
Had it only been her and Klaus, she knew Klaus's reaction to the annoyed cab driver would have been a little more volatile.
It had started to spit rain since they had left the bar.
She and Megan rounded the cab as Klaus stepped out.
"This is where you live?!" Megan confirmed in astonishment as she stepped ahead, admiring the picturesque plantation home.
"It's been in my family for over a century," Klaus said to Megan, who was twirling around one of the large white columns.
She felt Klaus's hand slide along her lower back as she watched Megan with playful curiosity.
Shivers ran down her spine despite the thick summer air.
"I'm following your lead here, love," Klaus murmured encouragingly as he planted a kiss on her shoulder.
Nodding, she pushed herself forwards towards the house and onto the porch with Klaus following closely behind.
"It's beautiful," Megan replied to Klaus's last comment to her.
"We should probably go inside before it starts pouring," Klaus suggested as he met the two of them on the porch. "Perhaps Caroline would like to give you a tour," he added, opening the door for the two of them.
"He's such a gentleman," Megan snickered, linking her arm with hers. "Where the hell did you find him?" she asked as they entered the front foyer.
She had to hold back a scoff.
"I saved her life once or twice actually," Klaus pointed out from behind them cheekily.
She scoffed louder and Megan eyed them both with amusement.
"Horrible dog bite," Klaus shook his head.
"It was his dog who bit me," she glared at him before smiling at Megan.
"Oh no," Megan laughed. "What even made you give him a chance?"
"Have you heard his accent?" she joked, taking Megan by the hand towards the staircase.
She really wanted to get off the topic of their partially fictitious back story.
"Well, he does have a very sexy accent," Megan agreed as they ascended the stairs.
Klaus was smiling up at them smugly from the foot of the stairs.
"Are you coming?" she said down to him.
His grin grew wider and he began to follow as she rolled her eyes discreetly at his childish reaction to her double entendre.
"So what do you do?" Megan inquired, much to her annoyance.
"Uh..."
"She's a student here," Klaus lied. "Tulane."
Megan seemed genuinely interested and that's what made her nervous. She wasn't a student, she had never even been to a college class before, though she and Klaus had discussed it since they had arrived here.
"What are you taking?" Megan wondered.
"Um... a little bit of everything," she lied. "I haven't really declared a major yet."
"Caroline can be a little indecisive," Klaus mused as they reached the second floor.
"And what do you do?" Megan asked Klaus.
"I paint. I also buy and sell the art of others," he said in a quick and believable way.
This was not entirely a lie – though the buying part was questionable - and she could tell Megan was intrigued by it.
"Oh! I would love to see some of your work," Megan urged him.
Klaus shrugged obligingly as he opened the doors to his study at the top of the stairs.
"I keep most of my personal favourites in here," he explained, stepping aside so that Megan could enter.
As she went to follow, Klaus grabbed her wrist, pulling her into him against the doorway.
His lips melted into hers while his hands framed her face, holding her in place. She kissed him back eagerly, the kiss reawakening the torturous ache between her legs and easing her nerves.
"We can skip to the meal if you're unsure about this," Klaus murmured into her ear.
She shook her head as she recalled the way Megan's lips tasted and her hands felt on her skin.
"This one is my favourite!" Megan beamed from inside the study.
"Follow my lead," she teased Klaus, turning inside the room for Megan.
Megan was standing in front of the desk, peering up at the painting hung on the wall behind it.
She couldn't help but blush again
"I don't even have to look at the others to know," Megan stated, peering back at her over her shoulder with a sexy smirk.
"You have impeccable taste," she heard Klaus comment to Megan from behind her as he poured three glasses of liquor at the cabinet in the corner of the room. "It's my favourite as well," he smiled.
Her cheeks went a darker shade of crimson as she glanced at the painting above Klaus's desk.
It was the one she had let him paint of her.
She was perched atop a piece of his antique furniture, sitting on her knees with her back somewhat turned so that only the curve of her breast was exposed. Her blonde hair glowed down her back, pulling the eye down to her naked bottom and bare feet.
"It's beautiful...but I don't know if it's because of your skill or the subject," Megan teased and flirted.
She moved closer to Megan tentatively.
"Well, you know what they say...behind every great man..." Klaus started, "there's a great woman."
Megan's lips curved into a smile.
She turned to roll her eyes at Klaus and his cheesy comment.
Her body froze when she felt Megan's hands slide over her shoulders and her lips against her neck.
"And behind every great woman there's a woman aching to please her," Megan purred.
Klaus smirked at Megan's remark, clearly enjoying the sight of Megan behind her, sucking her neck and letting her hands wander.
No one was enjoying it more than her, however. Her lips were parted, releasing short and unsteady breaths, while her legs were struggling not to buckle underneath her.
Megan's hands began to play with the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly over her torso and then her chest.
She raised her arms obligingly, keeping her eyes fixed on Klaus, his stare making her impossibly wetter than she already was.
Tossing her tank top to the ground, Megan's hands encircled her stomach.
"I want to see your body like this. I'm sure that painting doesn't do it justice," Megan said. "No offence," she mentioned to Klaus.
Her sides clenched nervously as Megan unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them down over her hips.
The shorts dropped around her ankles and she stepped out of them shakily.
She was left standing in a thin black bra and a matching pair of booty shorts.
"My painting could never do her justice," Klaus agreed, his eyes roaming over her half naked form, as he sat down on the sofa across the room from them, drink still in hand.
She was about to protest when Megan turned her face to the side, to kiss her.
"You're gorgeous," Megan whispered as their lips parted.
Megan's hands outlined the length of her torso before moving in opposite directions. One crept under the elastic band of her underwear while the other moved towards her breasts.
"Maybe you should get out your easel and canvas and paint the two of us, just like this?" Megan suggested to Klaus. "My hands touching Caroline," Megan started, cupping the throbbing cleft between her legs and one of her breasts over her bra, "teasing her," she continued as her fingers taunted her nipple while her other hand parted her wet folds.
She sighed, unable to contain her appreciation.
"Pleasing her," Megan went further as she swirled a finger around her swollen clit, causing her to moan a little louder.
Klaus grinned as he lowered the glass of amber liquid from his lips.
"As much as I would enjoy that, something tells me I wouldn't be able to concentrate much," he chuckled.
She and Megan both smirked at Klaus's comment.
"Are we that distracting?" Megan mused, trailing a few more kisses up the side of her neck and onto her jaw.
"Unbelievably so," Klaus answered, nodding down towards his lower half.
The strain in his jeans was glaringly obvious.
"He definitely likes what he sees," Megan concluded, her hand moving to tease her other nipple, while the other hand worked her clit more intensely.
She bucked her hips into Megan's hand, eager for more contact, desperate for release.
When Megan's movements slowed, she growled under her breath in frustration.
No longer able to play submissive to the human female, she spun around assertively, pushing Megan back against the desk.
Megan shrieked in excited surprise, leaning against the desk expectantly.
"I wasn't finished playing with you," Megan said coyly.
"I'm finished playing," she breathed, beyond her insecurities now, needing more of Megan.
"Caroline can be a little impatient when it comes to getting what she wants," Klaus commented.
Megan smiled at her suggestively.
"And what is it that you want?" she asked.
Without further encouragement, she reached behind Megan. She unzipped her dress and brushed the straps over her shoulders. She pulled the dress down and over her hips before it fell to the floor the rest of the way on its own.
Her eyes drank in the sight of Megan's body, covered only by a light pink strapless bra and a matching lacy thong.
Feeling more confident, she utilized a bit of her vampire strength to lift Megan up onto the desk surface.
"I want you," she said determinedly.
He watched intently as his blonde queen stepped in between the long legs of the human young woman.
Her arousal and blood thirst had made her bolder, he noted.
Caroline slid her hands over Megan's knees and up her thighs teasingly.
"Kiss me," Megan sighed, almost pleadingly.
Shuffling in his seat slightly to try and relieve the material tension of his pants, he concealed his discomfort with a small smirk and a sip of his drink, eagerly waiting to see what Caroline would do.
As he anticipated, she leaned forward slowly, enclosing Megan's bottom lip between her own.
He sucked in a short breath, mesmerized by the sight of the two young women embrace.
Though he had seen his fair share of women indulge in one another over the centuries, this was different. This was erotic and sexy in an entirely different way. This was Caroline exploring her sexuality and growing right before his very eyes, and that's what turned him on the most.
Their lips played tentatively, moving more intensely as the time passed. The same hesitancy that had been there earlier in the night when they first kissed was no longer there as their tongues slide over one another's comfortably.
He shifted again, his erection fighting under the confines of his jeans while he admired the way their lips danced and the way Caroline's gorgeous ass was displayed in her underwear of choice for the night.
At some point – whether they were with Megan or they were alone later after they would inevitably compel her to leave – he had plans for that ass of hers. He bit his lip as his thoughts alternated between playfully spanking her – Caroline loved it when he did that – or placing her on all fours so he could taste her and fuck her from behind – Caroline also had a penchant for both of these.
So lost in his thoughts, he had barely even noticed that his hand was lightly rubbing the bulge in his pants.
He couldn't help it. He needed relief as much as Caroline. His imagination and the women in front of him were driving him crazy – especially his little blonde vixen who presently had her lips glued to Megan's neck and palms over Megan's breasts.
Megan seemed to be on the same wavelength as him. Her ankles were curled around Caroline's legs, while her hands were eagerly griping the generous curve of Caroline's ass.
He was surprised that he didn't feel an inkling of jealousy over the suggestive way Megan was touching Caroline. In the past he had become a little territorial over Caroline when one of their meals had gotten a little too handsy with her. He had nearly strangled a man to death for attempting to cop a feel of Caroline's bottom.
All he felt at the sight of Megan caressing and fondling his girl was pure lust and arousal. Perhaps it was because he knew, in this case, that Caroline wanted to be touched by her.
Attempting to be discreet, he slowly unbuttoned his pants and slipped a hand inside. He moved his fingers down his shaft, griping the base tightly before sliding his hand upwards and over the head which was dripping with precum.
Failing to hold back a low moan of pleasure grabbed the attention of both young women who were both gazing at him from over Caroline's shoulder.
Self-conscious of what he was doing in their presence, he stopped briefly before opting to continue to see what the girls would do.
"Why don't we give him more of a show?" he heard Megan whisper hotly into Caroline's ear.
He saw a smile appear on Caroline's lips from the corner of her mouth as she nodded in agreement.
Megan slid off the desk, crashing her mouth against Caroline's, pushing her back towards him.
When they stopped in front of him, Caroline was standing in between his open legs with her back towards him.
"Sit in his lap," Megan urged her.
He swallowed with anxious excitement at Megan's words.
"You heard the lady," he breathed, sliding his hands up the backs of Caroline's thighs. "Take a seat, love."
Her breathing hitched at Megan's suggestion and Klaus's encouragement.
She felt so naughty...and yet so turned on.
Slowly, she bent her knees, lowering herself into Klaus's lap.
She put her hands on his thighs to steady herself as she rested her bottom against his firm erection, still partially contained in his jeans.
Klaus's hands closed over her hips and she could feel his hot breath on her upper back.
"Good girl," Megan cooed, leaning in and lifting her chin so she could kiss her lips.
Smirking against Megan's lips, she purposely ground her hips down against the strain in Klaus's jeans
He released a small groan – as did she; the feeling of his cock made her ache even harder.
Megan's lips moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking and nibbling, and she could feel Klaus's lips on her back while his hands drew circles on the tops of her thighs.
When Megan moved even lower, her excitement and nerves both intensified.
The sight of Megan planting kisses on the tops of her cleavage turned her on immensely.
She wove her hands into Megan's hair as she cupped one of her breasts over her bra.
"Can we take this off?" Megan asked sweetly, in reference to her bra.
Nodding, she noticed Megan look behind her at Klaus expectantly.
A few seconds later, she felt Klaus's hands unclasping her bra. It came loose effortlessly, and Klaus pulled the straps down her shoulders, revealing her taut breasts and pert nipples for Megan's eyes.
"Mmm," Megan purred as her eyes sparkled. "You have gorgeous tits."
She felt her pussy quiver at her words.
"Yes she does," Klaus agreed. "Caroline loves to have them played with...kissed...licked...sucked," he suggested, bringing his hands up to caress and cup both of her breasts.
Megan smiled mischievously as she dipped her head towards her chest, kissing around her nipples and teasing them.
She gasped when Megan finally closed her mouth over one of the hard pink buds. Megan's tongue swirled around her nipple sending a throbbing course of pleasure directly to her centre.
Klaus's hand caressed her other breast, pinching her nipple gently, adding to her enjoyment.
Her hips bore down involuntarily against Klaus, eager for any kind of friction she could get between her legs.
When Megan slipped a hand between their bodies, placing it firmly against her pubic bone, her desires were answered.
She whimpered, bucking her hips into Megan's hand.
Megan smiled up at her as she descended down her torso, her lips wandering over her tummy and around her belly button.
"I wonder where else she likes to be kissed and licked," Megan said deviously, glancing down briefly between her legs.
She felt Klaus smirk against her skin as her body trembled.
"Why don't you find out?" Klaus urged Megan suggestively.
"Mmm," she murmured in agreement as Megan pressed her palm against her most sensitive area.
Megan lowered herself onto her knees on the floor in front of the sofa, in between both her and Klaus's legs.
"Touch me," she demanded, her eyes boring down into Megan, resisting the urge to compel her as her core throbbed at the sight of the beautiful girl before her.
"These need to come off," Megan sighed, biting her lip teasingly, tugging at the hem of her black undies.
"Lift your hips sweetheart," Klaus whispered into her ear.
She lifted her hips and Megan eagerly pulled the material down her legs, tossing them to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
Taking her by surprise, Klaus tucked his hands under her thighs, lifting her up slightly, parting her legs and hooking them over his thighs, leaving her even more exposed.
Digging her hands into Klaus's pants nervously, she tried to steady her breathing.
Megan's eyes roamed over her bare lower half, her tongue darting out sexily.
"Mmm, you have the cutest pussy," Megan observed, running her hands up the insides of her thighs. "And you're so wet for me," she said excitedly, kissing the spots her hand had touched.
She sucked in a breath, griping Klaus's pants even tighter, her ass digging into Klaus's rock hard cock, still mostly confined in his jeans.
"Don't be a tease, love," Klaus mused to Megan.
"But that's half the fun," Megan sighed amusedly, nibbling her inner thighs, inching closer to where she wanted her to be most.
Klaus fondled her breasts gently, rolling her nipples between his index and thumb fingers, sending her into a frenzy, given Megan's position in front of her.
"Indeed," Klaus conceded, dragging his lips along her neck.
She wanted nothing more than to feel him sink his fangs into her neck.
Megan's tongue darted out briefly, skimming her dripping folds briefly.
Whimpering, she bucked her hips forwards, trying to make contact with Megan's mouth.
"Please!" she begged.
"Please what?" Megan wondered, feigning ignorance, looking up at her with the sexiest grin.
"Tell her what you want, sweetheart," Klaus encouraged into her ear.
She peered down into Megan's eyes, again, resisting the urge to resort to compulsion.
"Lick my pussy," she breathed. "Make me come."
She could feel Klaus's lips curve into a smile against her skin as she watched Megan submit to her request.
Pure relief and frustration washed over her as Megan took a long stroke of her slit with her soft tongue. It felt amazing, but at the same time she needed more.
"More!" she whined, pushing her hips down against Megan's mouth.
Not only did her movements have the effect of bringing her closer to Megan's tongue, they also created some friction between her ass and the bulge in Klaus's jeans, and she could hear Klaus groan under his breath.
"Yes!" she said exasperatedly once Megan began to lick her with steady strokes before concentrating on her swollen little bud above her opening. "Don't stop!"
Megan's tongue curled around the little bead of flesh, massaging it rhythmically.
She gasped in surprise when she felt a dainty finger begin to circle her wetness.
Her back arched and her head tipped back against Klaus's shoulder in delight when Megan's finger pushed into her slowly.
The fact that Klaus was still sucking and kissing her neck while palming her breasts added to her lust fuelled haze.
Each thrust of Megan's finger and lap of her tongue was sending her into a frenzy.
She was throbbing now more than ever, on the cusp of a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Show Megan how you come, love. Drench that finger of hers..." Klaus whispered.
Grabbing Megan's hair, holding her in place, she rocked her hips harder, revelling in each swipe of Megan's tongue and curl of her finger.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Mmm, I'm coming!" she cried out, indifferent to whether anyone else in the house heard her.
Her pussy clenched violently around Megan's fingerwith each swirl of Megan's tongue.
She had to bury her face in Klaus's neck once more to prevent her vampire features from making an appearance. Lately, she had grown accustomed to feeding from Klaus as he made her come – for obvious reasons, she had to be on her best behaviour tonight. They could save that for later.
"God!" she groaned in complete bliss as her body slinked down lazily, still in Klaus's lap.
Megan sat back, licking her lips, seemingly impressed.
"You taste delicious," she remarked, staring up at her.
Lifting herself onto her feet, Megan leaned in, kissing her lips slowly, allowing her to sample the evidence of her own climax.
She could feel Klaus shift underneath her and groan quietly as he was inevitably given a front row seat to their playful kisses.
He had been patient and understanding with her during this entire experience. She could only imagine the pleasurable torture she and Megan were putting him through as they explored each other. She wanted to show him her gratitude and indulge him in something she knew he fantasized about – something she had often fantasized about as part of experimenting - pleasing him with another woman.
"Perhaps you'd like a taste of something else?" she suggested to Megan boldly, climbing off of Klaus and resting on her knees on the sofa beside him, peering down at his thick erection partially visible from his unzipped jeans.
Intrigued, Megan seemed to be contemplating her invitation.
Klaus seemed to be conflicted, unsure whether he should be encouraging her suggestion or stifling his excitement so as not to appear too enthusiastic over the prospect of another woman pleasuring him.
"It's been a while," Megan confessed. "I don't even really remember where to start," she added with a devious grin as her eyes darted from Klaus, to his crotch, and back to her.
She reciprocated Megan's grin, so aroused by all the naughty ideas circling in her head.
"I'll show you," she blurted out, "how Klaus likes to be pleased."
Klaus's expression turned into one of a child on Christmas morning...and interestingly enough, so did Megan's.
"I'd like to see that," Megan murmured, kneeling once more on the floor, in between Klaus's legs. "May I?" she asked her, as she reached up to tug on Klaus's pants.
She nodded, and Megan proceeded to pull Klaus's pants down his legs without any resistance from Klaus, bringing his cock into full view.
He was still rock hard, the head of his cock glistening with precum.
Licking her lips, she glanced at Klaus suggestively. Running her hand teasingly up his thigh with an arched eyebrow, she waited for what she wanted to hear.
"Have at it, sweetheart," Klaus murmured encouragingly. "Show Megan how good you are with your mouth..."
Leaning over, she ran her hand over his testicles and shaft lightly.
Klaus's hips jerked upwards against her palm.
She began stroking him off as both Megan and Klaus watched her movements intently.
On her knees, she lowered her mouth, kissing the tip of his cock with her lips.
Klaus hissed quietly as he ran his hand along the curve of her spine.
"He likes to be teased," she said, eyeing Megan before twisting her tongue around the head and down his length.
"I think I've been teased enough tonight," Klaus argued, caressing the curve of her bare bottom.
"I think he has a point," Megan chimed in, drawing circles on his thigh.
Bringing her tongue back up, she wrapped her lips around him and drew him into her mouth inch by inch.
She could hear both Klaus and Megan inhale with anticipation.
"Mmm, just like that, sweetheart," Klaus groaned as she dragged her lips and tongue upwards, followed closely behind by her hand tightly griped around him.
Klaus moved his hips more enthusiastically as her mouth and hand pumped him faster.
Using her free hand for support, she arched her back, her ass instantly in Klaus's clutches.
When she withdrew her mouth for a short break, she continued to slide her hand up and down his length.
She noticed Megan looking eagerly between her and her hand motions.
"Would you like to try...with me?" she offered, still hesitant about allowing this girl access to what belonged to her, regardless of how turned on she might have been by the prospect.
"I want a taste," Megan affirmed coquettishly, moving herself closer in between Klaus's legs from her position on the floor.
Stopping her hand movements, she held Klaus's cock firmly at the base in wait for Megan to make her first move.
Klaus's eyes looked like they were going to roll back into his skull as Megan leaned forward and darted her tongue out tentatively, gliding up the underside of his shaft.
She watched with anxious excitement as Klaus grunted under his breath and shifted his hips, placing the hand that wasn't sliding over her ass and swollen pussy lips tightly into Megan's long brunette locks.
When Megan had taken a few licks of his testicles and his shaft, she decided to make her own move.
Still holding him between her thumb and index fingers, she moved her tongue from the base to the head as Megan mimicked her movements on the other side.
"Oh god..." Klaus muttered under his breath.
They repeated this gesture several times before she sheathed him with her warm mouth and tongue.
Lifting her head, she pulled back slightly to allow Megan the room to do the same.
Inexperienced with Klaus, Megan couldn't swallow as much of him as she could.
While she stroked him at the base, Megan massaged his testicles, and they both took turns sucking him off – exchanging playful kisses in between to tease Klaus all the more.
So immersed in pleasuring him, she was surprised when she felt the pad of Klaus's index finger brush against her still swollen clit. She moaned appreciatively moving her hips back against his hand for more.
Klaus's other hand was weaved tightly into Megan's hair. His entire body was tense as he was struggling to hold on, but she knew he was fighting a losing battle.
She could tell by the occasional jerk of his hips, persisting throbbing of his cock, and the low incoherent rumble of his voice that he was close.
"Come for us..." she found herself urging him, her eyes staring up at his as Megan covered him with her mouth. "Let Megan have a taste..."
She was constantly fighting the competing feelings of territorial jealousy and arousal, but she decided she wanted to watch Klaus come in Megan's mouth.
Megan continued, working her mouth faster, swirling her tongue around him eagerly.
"Fuck," Klaus panted, his hips thrusting upwards into Megan's awaiting mouth, a thick shot of his appreciation decorating Megan's tongue.
She watched as Megan swallowed what she could, the rest dripping over her lips and down Klaus's still hard length.
Kissing Megan first, her tummy tightened with excitement as she tasted Klaus on her lips. After she reclaimed what was hers from Megan, she turned to Klaus, licking up what Megan had missed.
Klaus hissed in delight as she ran her tongue lightly along his sensitive skin.
He tugged on her hair gently, indicating he wanted her attention. Lifting her head to look up at him, he cupped her chin, encouraging her to come closer. She sat up on her knees to face him. He kissed her hard and passionately, sucking the air right from her lungs.
She remained close to his lips as they parted the kiss.
Klaus looked over at Megan, who was now sitting across from them on the large square ottoman in front of the sofa. She was surprised to see Megan naked with her legs spread and her hand massaging her clit in between.
"Perhaps it's time to return the favour, love?" Klaus suggested, referring to the fact that Megan was presently the only one who had not yet had an orgasm.
She swallowed nervously as she glanced at Megan over her shoulder, intimidated but excited by the prospect of pleasing Megan in the way Megan had pleased her. Going down on another woman, tasting and smelling her arousal, hearing her as she came was a thought she always found immensely erotic, but she was also worried that her oral skill when it came to men would not translate over well with women. Though she knew what she enjoyed personally, she wasn't entirely confident she could use that knowledge to her advantage to please another woman.
"Please," Megan said in almost a whisper as she circled her clit lazily.
Deciding to go for it, she slid off the couch slowly, lowering herself to her knees as she approached Megan's parted legs.
She admired Megan's pussy, impressed by how wet she was; her arousal was dripping down her slit and onto the cheeks of her ass. The scent of her arousal and the blood pumping through her veins was intoxicating. Her gums ached for it.
"Touch me, Caroline," Megan pleaded. "Lick me."
Moving in closer, she slid her hands over Megan's knees and along her thighs.
She kissed the insides of Megan's thighs tentatively.
"Don't be shy," Megan urged, her eyes glazed over with lust as Klaus's had been minutes ago.
Her lips drew closer to Megan's centre until she found herself kissing the creases joining Megan's thighs to her centre.
"You are such a tease," Megan whimpered, pulling her blonde hair from her elastic and running her hands through it as she spread her legs wider.
Emboldened by Megan's enthusiasm, she darted her tongue out, lightly licking the warm pink flesh between Megan's thighs.
She really did taste like candy. The scent of blood overwhelming her senses didn't help her desire.
"Mmm, more!" Megan pleaded, squirming under her touch.
Finding the little bundle of nerves Megan had been rubbing so eagerly moments ago, she swirled her tongue around it softly.
Megan moaned louder. This built up her confidence and aroused her all the more.
Getting more into it, she encouraged Megan to move back and she climbed onto the ottoman on all fours in between her legs and quickened the circular patterns her tongue was busy drawing on Megan's throbbing clit.
Another sharp gasp escaped Megan's mouth, and she fell back onto the ottoman, unable to sit up any longer.
Behind her, she heard Klaus's shirt fall to the floor. In front of her, Megan's back was arched and her hands were palming her breasts.
Klaus murmured along with Megan, likely enjoying the view of both her ass and her in between Megan's legs pleasuring her.
"Fuck me, please!" Megan whined. "I'm so close!"
Her ego swelled with Megan's words. She was about to bring another woman – other than herself – to orgasm.
Just as she was about to explore Megan's folds with her fingers, she was surprised to feel Klaus's hands on her backside. She arched her back, giving Klaus more access, eager for him to touch her as she touched Megan.
"Dirty girl," Klaus said as he ran his finger over her sex, which was aching for more attention.
She could hear the excited grin in his voice.
And as she buried her tongue deeper into Megan's pussy, she couldn't help but moan against her when she felt Klaus's tongue slide from her opening down to her clit from behind.
Tracing Megan's opening with her middle finger, she pushed it in slowly, loving the way Megan sighed in appreciation.
"Mmm, just like that!" Megan cried, rocking her hips against her finger.
She did her best to concentrate on the steady movement of her tongue and fingers, but Klaus's own tongue on her was proving to be quite the distraction. Her body was already building towards another climax, but just as soon as she started, he stopped.
As much as she wanted to turn and give him a death glare to intimidate him into continuing, she didn't want to stop what she was doing to Megan who was on the verge of orgasm.
When she felt Klaus's cock slide into her unexpectedly, a flush of arousal overtook her and she practically screamed in delight at the new sensation, loving the way he filled her.
He pumped inside of her hard and steady – the way she liked to be fucked best – while one of his hands reached around to rub her clit. It was her favourite combination.
"I'm coming!" Megan cried out, sitting up abruptly as her legs began to shake and her walls clenched around her finger.
Megan was still riding out her orgasm when Klaus sent an orgasm ripping through her own body, causing her to groan in ecstasy against Megan's thigh. She was on cloud nine having just given a woman an orgasm for the first time as well as having one herself.
She could feel her fangs eager to drop, in desperate need of human blood. Unable to wait anymore, she pulled away from Klaus and sat curled up beside Megan, deciding to give him their mutual cue. She would finish Klaus off when they were done feeding, had Megan healed, and compelled her to leave.
Klaus gave her a frustrated and questioning look at the sudden loss of her.
As she slipped in behind Megan, she brushed Megan's hair aside, kissing her neck as they both came down from their highs.
"Why don't you have a taste?" she suggested to Klaus, allowing her eyes to turn red and black to give Klaus the cue, unbeknownst to Megan who was staring at Klaus standing in front of them.
A smirk tugged at the corners of Klaus's mouth as his mind turned from satisfying his sexual desire to sating his blood lust.
"What a good idea," Klaus mused, lowering himself onto his knees on the rug in front of the ottoman and tugging Megan's legs towards him so that they hung off the oversized piece of furniture.
She continued to kiss and suck Megan's neck tenderly, luring her into a false sense of security.
Megan opened her legs for Klaus as he narrowed in on her freshly drenched centre from the orgasm that she had given to her all by herself.
He kissed her inner thighs, nibbling them with his blunt human teeth. His tongue darted out, licking up the remaining drops of Megan's arousal, prompting her to lift her hips and moan excitedly.
She felt a tug of war going on in her mind as she watched Klaus suck on Megan's clit and thrust one of his fingers into her welcoming centre. It was erotic and exciting to watch him please another woman in front of her, but it also stoked a tiny jealous rage burning in the pit of her stomach.
She was gazing down at him anticipatorily, desperate to feed, her eyes still beaming red and black.
When Klaus looked up at her, eyes dark amber and fangs dropped unexpectedly – she often liked to compel their victim before they indulged – she froze, practically feeling the tiny hairs on Megan's back rise as a screeching inhale escaped her lips.
She dug her fingertips into Megan's shoulders, using her strength to hold her in place, ready to compel her quickly to forget, but she spoke, taking both her and Klaus by surprise.
"I knew it," Megan choked out. "I knew it," she repeated.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she glanced down at Klaus who appeared equally as perplexed.
Acting fast, she grabbed Megan by the neck, directing her eyes towards hers. She worked her compulsion magic, holding Megan's attention firmly in her grasp.
"What do you know? Who are you?" she demanded.
"That you are a vampire...and he is a hybrid – the only hybrid," Megan said with peculiar excitement. "Relatives of mine live here...I've overheard them talking countless times about the supernatural of New Orleans. A hybrid named 'Klaus' and his blonde lover were mentioned...I came here to see the supernatural for myself," she confessed readily under compulsion. "I never expected to encounter the upper echelons of the supernatural community," she beamed.
She griped Megan's neck harder at her revelation.
"Who are your relatives? What do they want? What do you want!?" she pressed.
Megan shook her head as she tried to speak.
"I don't know..." she said dumbfounded.
She looked down at Klaus questioningly.
"It must be some sort of counter spell to prevent their identities from being revealed," Klaus shrugged, inhaling Megan's skin. "I can't smell any vervain in her blood..."
"I don't know what they want...I...I can't say," Megan stammered as her mind was obviously conflicted between whatever spell was fighting against her compulsion. "I don't want to hurt either of you. I swear. I'm fascinated by the supernatural – that's all," she continued quickly. "Feed from me," she urged the two of them. "I want you to," she practically pleaded, her chest rising and falling from what seemed more like excitement than fear.
She looked at Klaus with a combination of uncertainty and hunger in her eyes. She wanted a taste so badly, and through a random twist of events, here it was being offered to her practically on a silver platter by a willing human.
Klaus shared her expression.
"So, you want us to feed from you?" Klaus confirmed curiously.
"Mmmhmm," Megan nodded, looking between them both invitingly.
She clenched her hand around Megan's neck even tighter narrowing her eyes to bring Megan under compulsion once more.
"When you walk out this door, you won't remember any of this. You won't remember us. You went out with your friends, you drank a little too much, flirted and made out with a few strangers, lost track of your friends, and took a cab back to where you're staying," she instructed Megan.
Megan shook her head understandingly.
"I won't remember any of this," Megan affirmed breathily.
She let her fangs drop eagerly, satisfied by Megan's response.
Klaus gave her an intrigued expression.
"Have at it, love," his hybrid voice rumbled.
Without further delay, she tipped her head back slightly before sinking her fangs into the soft skin of Megan's neck, letting the blood spill out of the two tiny wounds and into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes as the euphoric taste rushed her system and overwhelmed her senses. Her fingernails dug into Megan's neck and shoulder as both she and Megan whimpered in delight.
A louder cry escaped Megan's mouth, prompting her to open her eyes to see Klaus, still between Megan's legs, his fangs buried in one of her thighs, his dark golden eyes staring up at her.
Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she closed her eyes once more, continuing to indulge in the delicious human blood that had been offered to her.
She only drank for another minute, knowing if the two of them drained Megan of any more blood, she'd be dead, beyond saving with a little assistance from their vampire blood. Though, there was a part of her, a more animalistic part of her, that urged her to keep drinking.
After licking up the missed droplets of blood on Megan's collarbone and chest, she released her hold on the girl and moved beside her, giving her a bit of space to recover; they would heal her when she was ready to leave.
Klaus had since stopped feeding and was eyeing her predatorily for their routine dessert after they fed.
He shuffled over on his knees, prying her legs apart which were lounging over the ottoman comfortably. She held herself up with her hands behind her, watching as Klaus's ruby red lips left a mark up the inside of her calf and then onto her thigh. He buried his tongue in her still soaked folds, licking at her most sensitive spots hungrily, teasing her immensely, repaying her for pulling away from him earlier, before moving up towards her stomach.
His fangs were still visible. She could only guess where he would leave his mark on her this time. She didn't have to wait long to find out. After his tongue swirled tauntingly around one of her pert nipples, he dug his fangs into the curve of her upper breast as he palmed the other in his hand. She threw her head back in pleasure, tangling one of her hands in his hair, encouraging him to feed from her.
When her own need for him became too much, she grabbed his hand on her breast and brought it to her lips. She kissed his fingertips lovingly, grazing the rough skin of his palm with her fangs, teasing him as he had done to her, but ultimately giving in and sinking her fangs into his skin, unable to wait any longer to quench her thirst. She couldn't wait too long anyways; his blood would begin to poison her if she did not ingest some of his.
She moaned as the blood hit her tongue. His blood was more than euphoric. Sure, it couldn't sate her physiological hunger the way a human's blood could, but it sated her in other ways. It made her feel warm. It made her feel safe. It made her feel loved. She loved him. It was the blood bond between them. It intensified every time they shared their blood in such an intimate way. They were connected now; the stronger a blood bond grew, the harder it would be to break.
Looking over, her fangs still set in Klaus's palm, she noticed Megan watching the two of them intently.
Klaus released her first cautiously, always anxious about overdoing it with her and draining her of too much blood. He sat back on his knees, still on the floor, resting his head against her thigh, breathing heavily as he recovered from the intense moment between them.
She let go of his hand reluctantly, rolling her top lip over her bottom to collect the remnants of his blood as the wound he had left behind on her breast began to heal.
Still panting, Klaus fell back onto the antique rug in front of her and Megan. He collected what remained of her blood on his thumb and drew it into his mouth seductively.
"Delicious," he said lowly, his eyes peering up at her.
Her eyes scanned him over and she felt her centre grow heavy with want. He was still hard for her, waiting for her to finish him off.
She was about to accept the silent invitation before she was being cut off by Megan who slid off the ottoman eagerly, crawling in between Klaus's legs. She frowned in annoyance.
"I want to feel you inside of me," Megan purred, straddling his waist, her most intimate parts pressed up against his very suggestively.
She hesitated, but as she saw Klaus gazing over Megan's shoulder in her direction, asking for silent permission, she began to nod.
"He only finishes inside of me," she found herself saying possessively.
Megan nodded with a dismissive smirk – challenging her; almost as if to question why it mattered, eager to defy her.
"I want you to drink from me," Megan requested to Klaus as she positioned him at her entrance.
Her invitation was readily accepted by Klaus, who proceeded to go for her neck, but Megan stopped him mid way as she lifted up his hand – the same one she had just drank from.
"I want to drink from you too," Megan said, slowly lowering herself onto his cock, "like you did with Caroline."
Klaus seemed reluctant as Megan tried to encourage him to bite into his own skin for her.
She gritted her teeth, angry, annoyed, and suddenly uncomfortable. She was no longer having fun.
Blood sharing at the same time – especially during such an intimate act – was not something they took lightly.
"Let me drink from you," Megan purred, tipping her neck to the side, displaying her pulsing artery. "Have the blood you really need..."
Furious, her eyes burned red and black. Animalistic rage overtook her body as her fangs pierced her gums once more.
She lunged behind Megan unexpectedly, and before either she or Klaus had time to react, she felt her hand pierce the flesh of Megan's back, breaking through the bone of Megan's ribcage before latching onto her heart.
Megan's painful screams filled the room as her fist exited Megan's body – heart in hand – from her chest.
Blood was everywhere – all over her, Megan, Klaus, and Klaus's most prized rug.
Her eyes widened in shock, and so did Klaus's as she pulled her forearm and hand back through Megan's body, tossing the dead heart aside and pushing Megan's lifeless corpse off of Klaus and onto the floor beside them.
"Caroline..." Klaus breathed, uncertainty, shock, and judgement in his tone of voice.
She glared at him, her eyes still vampiric.
"It had to be done," she said plainly. "She was a liability. She knew too much. What if my compulsion didn't work?" she argued. "She needed to die."
Klaus arched an eyebrow at her questioningly as she climbed into his lap.
"You seemed like you enjoyed it?" he asked tentatively.
"Apparently you did too..." she shot back, looking down at his very stiff erection. "Like I said, it had to be done."
"Are you sure that's why you just tore a girl's heart out, love?" Klaus pressed curiously.
"Stop talking," she snapped, steadying herself above him with one arm around his neck as the other positioned the head of his cock at her slick opening. "Do you want me to fuck you or not?"
"Clearly," he nodded, referring to his arousal with a smirk as she began to fill herself with him.
"I said no talking," she smirked back, moaning out as he stretched her once more.
Running on adrenaline, letting her hormones and urges continue to guide her, she slammed her hips down against his, digging her bloody fingernails into his chest, tipping her head back, and crying out in pleasure.
He stared up at her with golden lust-filled eyes, seemingly in awe of her as his hands slid over her red speckled thighs, to her ass, and then up to her perky breasts.
She rocked her hips into his wildly, desperate to fuck him as hard as she could. She needed to feel him. She needed to possess him...remind him of who he belonged to.
Klaus was more than eager to assist her, lifting his hips to meet hers every time.
He moved inside of her perfectly, stroking her sweetest spots as her clit slid against his pubic bone rhythmically.
She stared down at him.
"You're mine," she stated, her fangs barred for him to see.
He smirked, his eyes darkening as he flipped her underneath him unexpectedly.
Before he could stake his own claim, she retook her position astride him, enjoying the battle for dominance.
"As you're mine," Klaus growled, sitting up and pulling her close, his fangs dropped.
She sunk her fangs into his neck as he plunged his into her hers.
More blood trickled down their chests as they fed from each other once more.
That was all it took to send her reeling. Her body shook violently as the overwhelming waves of pleasure ripped through her.
Klaus groaned in relief against her neck as his arms tightened around her and she could feel the evidence of his orgasm spill inside of her.
Her hands griped his arms tightly as she released him from her bite, resting her head against his shoulder.
While their bodies relaxed, their breathing slowed steadily.
She was leaning against Klaus for support. All of her limbs felt like jello.
"So good," she sighed contentedly, running her hands up his back and tangling them in his curls as her lips kissed his neck.
A faint aftershock of his explosive orgasm made his body twitch slightly against Caroline's as he enjoyed the feeling of her silk fingers draw patterns on his shoulder blades.
As she pulled back, he let his own hands slide up her arms, staring at her with a stunned but unsure expression.
He tucked her unruly and bloodstained hair behind her ears while his eyes searched hers – the mood shifting with a simple gesture. He kissed her lips softly, as though she was a fragile piece of glass easy to break. Perhaps she was. Maybe she was more breakable than he thought she was. Could tonight be another crack in her glass? Or, maybe it was the opposite. Perhaps she was growing stronger before his very eyes.
When they broke the kiss he still found himself looking at her pensively, unsure of what to say, or where to even start.
Did he second her reaction and tell her how amazing she was...how he had enjoyed himself tonight? Or should he be apologizing? He couldn't be certain what the more insensitive remark would be.
"How do you feel?" he found himself asking.
She looked at him, almost confused, and smiled brightly.
"I feel amazing!" she beamed happily, cradling his face in her hands, kissing him deeply.
Her tongue massaged his while her hands curled around his body invitingly – both actions taunting him for a second round; He had come to know her signals all too well.
He looked down between them, noticing the dried blood on their skin and the carpet – a stain that would not be easy to remove.
"Sorry," she breathed, a guilty expression on her face as she looked at the carpet underneath them. "I'll find you a new one, I promise..." she said tentatively.
"Sweetheart, that rug is a one of a kind antique. Do you know how many castle chambers it has graced the floor of?" he said seriously, trying hard not to break into a smirk.
If anyone else had sabotaged the rug he would have snapped their necks without a second thought.
Caroline shook her head.
"I'm sure we can find something similar," she stammered. "I'll try to remove the stains myself!" she continued.
He chuckled, no longer able to hold it in.
"Maybe we should get cleaned up first," he suggested before kissing her.
His idea seemed to intrigue her until she was distracted by the horrific sight of Megan's bloodied corpse beside them.
He watched her closely as her eyes stared at the body, trying to gauge what was going through her mind.
"I'll take care of the body," he offered. "Go to our room and wash up, love," he encouraged.
Caroline nodded as she climbed off of him and stood up.
He stood as well, retrieving his pants from behind the sofa.
Picking up the body, he placed it over his shoulder and then picked up the discarded heart. He needed to dispose of it as soon as possible. The odour of death was already beginning to taint the air of the room.
He would bury the body in the distant woods that outlined the perimeter of the property.
"Klaus," Caroline spoke, prompting him to stop just before the doors.
He glanced back at her.
She smiled, still standing naked with her clothes in her hands.
"I'll wait for you so we can shower together," she told him enticingly.
Nodding, he turned back for the doors and stepping out into the hall, only to find Elijah standing at the top of the stairs.
"Elijah," he said, a little anxiously, fully aware of the naked and bloody dead body of a young woman on his shoulder and the heart in his hand.
He could see and feel Elijah's judgement.
"Niklaus," Elijah greeted with a serious tone. "I wished to speak with you this evening, but I can see that you're busy."
He struggled to put his explanation into words, laughing shakily in agreement.
"Where is Caroline this evening?" Elijah asked. "Is she aware of your latest night time activities?" he added accusatorily, assuming by the body that he was indulging behind her back in more than one respect.
Before he could answer, a bubbly Caroline emerged from his study in only her tank top and underwear, bra and shorts in hand.
A perplexed expression crossed Elijah's face as he noted the blood on her skin and her state of undress.
"Evening, Elijah," Caroline said happily, her expression sparkling as she pranced into the open hall.
"Caroline," Elijah greeted, still confused by what he had interrupted.
She floated past them, turning midway down the hall.
"Don't forget about that shower, Klaus!" she smirked. "I'll be waiting."
He couldn't contain his wide smile as Elijah's attention moved from Caroline and back to him.
"Dare I ask for an explanation?" Elijah said, almost critically, as if Caroline's apparent change in character was his fault – or a bad thing.
He himself was still unsure, but he would not be hasty in drawing conclusions like Elijah was.
"She's embracing what she is, brother," he shrugged, watching Caroline disappear down the corridor to their bedroom before looking Elijah in the eye.
"And what's that?" Elijah inquired.
He kept his focus on Elijah as he moved towards the stairs with the body still over his shoulder.
"A vampire," he said simply with a proud grin.
A/N: So, what did you think? Do you need a cold shower, or was it horrible? I want to know.
I hope you weren't too put off by the ending. I wanted this piece to be a bit more than just smut as I wanted to foreshadow a bit of Caroline's dark side coming out.
Some of you may have picked up on the hints I put out there in part I and II, but Tainted Love is very much intended to be connected to another story I've written... ;) You can guess which one. I can't make any promises about writing a full-fledged continuation, but I wanted to give you guys a little taste of what the future held for them...;)