AU. Damon is still a vampire, but the enemies of Elena are different. That said this is about the smut and the enemies don't factor in much at all.
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It had been two weeks now that Elena noticed crows following her. Whenever she was outside one was near her. At first at the frequency that crows were around she didn't take notice, but eventually, it became too much to ignore.
She was sitting in the cemetery near her parents' graves and writing in her diary. She felt so hollow and empty of anything ever since their deaths.
She looked up and noticed a crow sitting on her parents' headstone and gave it a small smile. It had now gotten to the point that she found seeing them comforting.
She held out her arm towards the crow, and she was surprised when it flew over and landed on her hand. She locked eyes with the crow, and her curiosity increased. What about her called to them and even making one of them comfortable enough to come to her?
And so it continued for another month. Now she never hesitated to reach out her hand, and the crows would always come to her.
Or so she thought.
She was embarrassed that it took her almost two months to realize it was the same crow that came to her every time. True, one crow looked very much like another, but she thought she would have noticed.
It wasn't until she offhandedly mentioned crows having blue eyes that someone in her biology class laughed at her. When she looked at him questioningly he said that everyone knew crows had black eyes —nerd.
And then she looked it up and sure enough, only immature crows had blue eyes and even then they weren't the same color as her crow's.
That warm day after school she opened the window to her room and her crow flew right onto her windowsill. She smiled at it and pet the crow and then pat it on the head.
"Well come on in," she said laughing. Her crow then flew in and landed on her desk.
She then turned and went back to getting ready to shower. Elena stripped off her clothes, put them in the hamper, and went to take a shower.
When she came out in her towel when she was done the crow was still there perched on her desk.
That night while Elena slept Damon slipped out of his crow form and stood watch. He knew there was a coven of witches after her. Her doppelgänger blood was something they coveted for their spell. One that could easily destroy a vampire from a distance.
At first he had begun watching after her out of self-preservation. It wasn't a secret that the witches planned on coming after him first.
As he spent months watching, he first became intrigued with her and then he slowly started falling in love with her. Elena, the sad girl who seemed the most comfortable in the graveyard.
He smirked, her stripping in front of him today had been an extra treat. She had a killer body and he had all sorts of desires now. Her tiny pajama top and bottoms looked good on her too.
He carefully settled onto her bed and slipped into her dreams.
She looked up at him when he arrived in a dream landscape he created. They were in a small quaint cottage in the woods with a fire going. The surroundings seemed to please Elena.
"Who…?" She asked. She then shrugged, "handsome stranger in my dreams, who am I to question that?"
It worked like it hoped it would when she pulled off her top and bra. "Well, isn't this a sex dream?" She asked.
"Only if you're willing," Damon replied. He then pulled off his shirt in one go and they both removed the rest of their clothes.
"If this is one of those dreams where I wake up before I orgasm I'm going to be so pissed!"
Damon chuckled, "I never leave a woman hanging. Trust me."
He let her shove him to the bed in the room and straddle him. He moaned as she sank down on his cock sheathing him. Elena was tight and had such a sexy body he was smiling huge.
She locked eyes with him and laughed, that was unexpected for him. Then she announced, "how messed up is my brain that you have the same eyes as my crow?" She then cocked her head. "I need to name him."
"Call him Damon. It's a good name."
She nodded and then started riding his cock. He braced her hips and helped her get the full drag of his cock so she could experience everything. He watched her throw her head back moaning. Elena then began riding him wildly begging to orgasm and not wake up.
He grabbed her and rolled her quickly under him. He next changed the angle, and she was shrieking in ecstasy. They both orgasmed and as his orgasm pulsed hard inside her she trembled with pleasure.
"Well, shit," Elena fussed. "How is an orgasm in my dream the best I ever had?"
Damon slipped out of her mind and pulled back his hand from her. He had to agree. That was the best sex he ever had.
Elena woke in the morning and ran her fingers through her hair. She smirked as she thought of her amazing and vivid sex dream. The hot stranger had more than delivered on his promise that she would orgasm. The problem was she wanted to have a similar dream again.
Elena couldn't get her sex dream out of her head. It was Saturday so she made her way to the cemetery to write in her diary. This entry was going to be very steamy. She didn't want to forget how good the sex was.
She sat leaning up against a tree near her parents' grave and she wasn't surprised to see her crow. Damon. That was what her dream man suggested she call him. It seemed fitting, so she held out her hand and said, "Damon, how are you today?"
He cawed at her in response. Pretending she was having a conversation she replied, "I had a very good dream last night." After all, that was foremost on her mind. "I hope to have another one tonight."
She settled back against the tree then and wrote about the sex and the excitement of the unknown stranger.
That night, as she lay sleeping, her sexy mystery man appeared again. She smiled wide and walked over to him. This time they were in what looked to her like a fancy hotel room. "Straight to the point?" she asked him playfully, eyeing the large bed.
"I'm a man who knows what I want. And what I want is to watch you orgasm over and over again."
Elena caressed his cock through his pants. "It's my dream, and I get what I want –I'm not surprised."
He chucked, "oh, but you will be, E-lana. I'm full of surprises."
He grabbed her wrist and spun her around facing away from him but pressed to his back. He controlled the dream, so her clothes disappeared. He ghosted his hand around her side and slid it down between her thighs, finding her wet for him. "Like you said, straight to the point."
Before she knew what happened she was on her back on the bed with her legs spread. He had moved at an incredible speed, but since it was a dream, it didn't surprise her.
She didn't know she could orgasm that many times from oral sex. He was relentless, and over and over he said he promised her orgasms.
His tongue had inhuman strength, and he actually fucked her with his tongue, curling it inside her while flicking her clit.
Over and over he had her screaming and gripping the sheets in her hand begging for an orgasm before he tipped her over and her vision would go white.
"I'm so wrung out," she moaned once she got her breath back from her current orgasm.
He moved her more onto the bed and climbed over her. "And still, I'm not finished with you." He then thrust into her, taking her with a slow, steady rhythm. "I'm far from done."
And it was true. He was shocked over how much he had craved her body after he had her. He expected to want her again. She was a hot fuck for that he had grown to have feelings for. But his craving reminded him of his craving for blood –strong and unavoidable.
He loved being a vampire. He had multiple orgasms with her that night.
When he stepped out of her dream, he drizzled some of his blood in her mouth. He knew if he didn't her sweet pussy would be aching in the morning. He then turned into a crow and watched over her for the rest of the night.
Damon cursed in his mind as he watched Elena from his perch in the tree at the cemetery. Suddenly as the witches showed, attempting to sneak up on Elena he realized he was so distracted by their nightly sex romps that he didn't stop to think that her having a set pattern every Saturday opened her up for an ambush.
He smirked internally, the nights he spent in her dreams were amazing. It had been three weeks straight of having sex with her. He got her to beg for him and tell him how much she urned for him in the daylight hours. A week ago he even showed her his true face and she didn't flinch.
While they did have sex nightly, he had made a point of talking to her about life and themselves. She would grumble that of course, her brain would invent the perfect man, and he'd just give her a cocky smile in return.
He flew down out of the tree and landed to the side of Elena, in the direction the witches were coming from. He then turned into his vampire self, shocking her silent. He was relieved at that.
She stood abruptly, and he could tell she had gotten her voice back so he quickly covered her mouth.
He whispered, "trouble is coming and I'm here to protect you. While, yes, I did enter your dreams, all your thoughts and actions were your own. Please trust me."
Elena wanted to sob in relief and die of embarrassment all at the same time. Her dream man was real just like she had wished for, but her mind was racing over all the embarrassing sexual things she said. She blushed, remembering telling him that he was a sex god.
What she said was, "I trust you."
Damon couldn't believe it and would rather stake himself than admit it made him feel like the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes.
He turned his back on her and whispered, "the Salvatore vault, northwest side third brick down, push it, and it opens the vault door. Hide there.
She has rolled her eyes. "I don't speak compass-rose. Which side?"
He chucked, "other side from here then turn toward the road."
She then took off running, obeying him instantly. She could tell, after all their time together, that he was dead serious.
Damon stalked the witches through the woods. He was glad they needed doppelganger blood right now, he reasoned it was because they were weak. The first mild headache he got, he realized he was right.
There were five of them, and the first four were dead in quick succession. The fifth, he took the time to drain dry and get a full meal in. She was his favorite blood type.
He quickly stashed the bodies out of sight for him to hide better at a later time. Then he turned to go looking for Elena.
Damon found Elena hiding in the Salvatore Mosolieum. Never before did he think he'd send someone he cared about to his father to hide. He mused that it did happen over his father's dead body.
He took her hand, pulled her from inside, and closed the door.
It was Elena who spoke first, "How are you even real?"
Pulling her into his arms, Damon said, "I showed you my true face. I am a vampire –one that can also turn into a crow." He waited there so that she could digest everything she already knew. He revealed a lot to her when he transformed too. He told her he was actually in her dreams with her.
Blinking up at him, she said, "before you… before those dreams, we experienced together." Sighing, she shook her head. "I couldn't connect with anyone after the death of my parents. I felt so changed, and everyone else was great, but they were still the same people. It was so lonely –I'm sure all of my own making. Then I figured out I had a crow that followed me around and…."
She got a puzzled look on her face. The crow made her brain think of the witches, the reason Damon exposed what he was to her. "What happened to the witches you said were attacking?"
Damon almost groaned. He wanted to hear the rest of what Elena had to say, and then she remembered those damn witches. Still, he decided not to lie. If he was caught in one, he worried that she wouldn't believe him about her having autonomy in her dreams. Especially, once she realized he had the power to have taken it away from her.
He said, "as I said, they were coming to kidnap or kill you. I eliminated the threat. You're safe." He was surprised when she sighed in relief.
Elena noticed and laughed. "You're shocked that I believe deadly force deserves deadly force. Or am I wrong that you were protecting me?"
"You're fucking perfect," he said, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Speaking of fucking," Elena said, blushing. "Wh-what did that mean… I mean, I know you enjoyed it, but is that all it was?"
He snorted out in amusement, "Hell, yeah, I enjoyed it. It was a lot better than that, in fact. You're the best sex I've ever had! Damn, did I look forward to every night –getting to play with that sexy body of yours and feeling your tight cunt squeeze my cock. I love spending hours experiencing you and hearing you scream my name. You're addicting."
Damon moved quickly and pressed Elena's back up against the nearest tree, trapping her there. He whispered into her ear, "Before I ever got my cock in that perfect body of yours, I was transfixed. I fell in love with you while you had only ever seen me as a crow. The first night I slipped into your dream, I was already yours.
"Then we got to talk in your dreams, sated from sex, and I hoped you were coming to fall in love with me too."
Elena looked up at him with her big eyes, "I thought I was the most narcissistic bitch in the world. I believed I had made up the perfect man in my head and fell in love with him. I have a counseling session set up for a week and a half from now. I was sure something in my brain was broken. You have no idea how glad I am that I've fallen in love with someone real."
As soon as she said she was in love with him, he vamp-sped her to the Salvatore Boarding House and into his bed naked. He thrust his hard cock into her perfect heat and bit her neck, drinking her perfect blood.
Damon pulled his head back and didn't stop fucking her. "You are mine, and I'm going to make love to you for hours. I'll use my vampire blood to keep you from getting sore or running out of stamina. You have no idea how glad I am that you love me back."