Darkest Temptations

Chapter Seven: The Reunion

Klaus Mikaelson

After enduring five awful days in Mystic Falls, the moment had arrived for me to make my way back to Utah. Everything had unfolded precisely as intended and now I found myself just hours away from my ultimate departure from this wretched town. I had exhausted all my efforts to make sure the search party for Caroline and Elena had no doubt that I was fully committed to pursuing every possible lead. During the past few days, I made a few trips into town, looking disheveled and not bothering to take care of myself or change my clothes. I appeared to be a lost soul in the eyes of these individuals, concealing my true intentions as I relentlessly pursued the woman I held dear. Unbeknownst to them, three captivating women eagerly awaited my arrival, ready to embark on a journey to the Caribbean filled with sunshine, seduction, and perhaps even first times.

I had ample time for reflection in their absence, contemplating the intricacies of the plan I had devised for our post-vacation return. Yet, this intimate period we shared would undoubtedly leave an indelible mark on the course of our future. The girls were correct, it was time we discussed this journey, as it was our honeymoon together. What initially brought us together was inconsequential; it was the factors that currently bind us that truly mattered. I wanted to make sure that these three extraordinary women knew that they were the only ones for me. I would never force intimacy, but I was no longer going to pretend that I didn't desire them.

The countdown had begun and I was now entering my final hour in Mystic Falls for good. With just one of my hybrids left in town as our final day approached, I had received an update on their progress a mere five minutes ago. This would be the final update I would receive, only after confirming their departure to pursue the lead in Mexico. The most recent update from my hybrid informed me that Bonnie Bennett, Matt Donavan, and Tyler had just arrived at the Salvatore's residence. They wasted no time and immediately started loading up a car with multiple luggage cases. They had managed to secure five tickets for the next flight out of Atlanta, ensuring that each of them would be able to make the trip. As they departed the town in search of Caroline and Elena, I found myself on the brink of reuniting with them.

I had spent the entire day outside of town, parked in a bustling car park, enjoying a peaceful slumber and rejuvenating my tired body. I had deliberately remained awake since my arrival here to ensure the brothers witnessed the deteriorating state I was in while searching for Caroline. As I stirred from my slumber, a message arrived, alerting me to yet another intrusion by Tyler Lockwood into my home, in his relentless pursuit of me. This is precisely what I anticipated would occur after I deliberately avoided being seen in town that day. Tyler had a hunch that I had taken off to pursue the lead in Mexico. I was able to complete all my tasks before I could depart for the evening.

As soon as I arrived home, I swiftly disposed of my clothes by setting them ablaze in the fireplace of my study, ensuring they would never be worn again. After a long day, I decided to freshen up before heading back to Utah. I applied my shaving gel, taking care to achieve a flawless shave without any trace of residue. Regarding my shower, I decided to turn up the heat until the water became almost unbearable. By the time I finished, my entire walk-in shower was filled with steam. I had to cleanse myself of five days worth of exhaustion and in order to prepare myself mentally for what lay ahead.

Spread out on my bed were my suitcases, filled with all the belongings I had brought and those I would be taking back home.

I swiftly slipped into the outfit I had previously chosen and efficiently loaded my suitcases into my car, making the most of my remaining minutes.

Once I completed securing the house and extinguishing the fire in the study, I settled into my car for the final minutes. I adjusted the temperature and activated the chair massage feature to alleviate the strain in my neck and shoulders while I awaited confirmation.

Their path to the airport led them along the northern route out of town, while I headed in the opposite direction towards my private airstrip in the neighboring state.

As soon as a notification appeared on my phone, I swiftly retrieved it from my pocket.

It was from my source. They were about to leave. The flight has been confirmed and is set to depart on time.

They were gone and now so I was.

I roared the engine to life and took off down the driveway.

Caroline Mikaelson

I was filled with a sense of freedom as I embarked on my first official vacation as Caroline Mikaelson. Finally, I could dress myself without worrying about my friends judging me or thinking I was trying too hard to look older. Out here, we had complete freedom to pursue our desires without worrying about the cost. It was a world where price tags held no power over us. Despite my marriage to a billionaire, I couldn't help but find myself mentally crunching numbers and comparing prices as we explored the various stores and boutiques in the mall. We all decided over breakfast to respect each other's need for personal space and to approach the day with a generous amount of patience. This was an entirely novel experience for us, one that I had been mentally preparing for ever since Klaus announced the trip. Our trip to the mall involved observing the outfits that each wife was purchasing, not only for themselves but also for potential dates with Klaus. These outfits were intended for our individual outings with him.

At last, we weren't just shopping for our homes, but for ourselves. We had the freedom to buy whatever we wanted, thanks to the generous monthly expenses deposited into our accounts before Klaus left. On top of that, we were given an extra five thousand dollars to splurge on new clothes for the trip. I could finally purchase elegant dresses instead of endlessly searching for substitutes online. I could dress to express my own style and embrace my role as a wife. I transformed from Caroline Forbes, the wild cheerleader and event organizer, into Caroline Mikaelson, Klaus' first wife and a sister wife to Elena and April. The weight of my title and the steps I took to bring us to this point held immense significance, but also brought forth gratification. It was high time that I began relishing in it.

I didn't hesitate when jotting down the items I needed from the mall. Surprisingly, one of the top five items on my list was 'Condoms'. Gone were the days of fretting over Tyler's opinion of me, after orchestrating my own demise and developing emotions for the very person who transformed him into a hybrid. Ever since that fateful night in the forest, Klaus has demonstrated to all of us the extent of his dedication in ensuring our collective future. He not only agreed to be our husband, but also went above and beyond to support us. He purchased three properties, generously gave millions of dollars to my mom and Jeremy for their new lives, ensured the safety of our homes with security systems, and kept us informed about our families outside of Mystic Falls. Most importantly, he conducted himself with utmost respect and never pressured us into any form of intimacy or expected anything in return for his sacrifices. Klaus Mikaelson had truly transformed into the person his father had attempted to erase.

I had developed powerful feelings for Klaus, and during the time he was absent, I gradually came to terms with the truth of our circumstances. He returned to that place to ensure that nothing negative would disrupt our new lives together. He was prepared to take on all of that because he was ready to embrace a polygamous lifestyle and face whatever challenges lay ahead in his life with us. I wanted to express my desires and emotions honestly. I was prepared to spend the night with him, or rather, I desired to spend the night with him.

And therefore, I had acquired the condoms. I desired a mutually pleasurable experience, while prioritizing our safety. In the future, I hope that we can start a family together, if that's something we both desire. When that day arrived, it would be a truly remarkable moment. However, for now, I am embracing my adulthood and prioritizing my physical well-being and unwavering determination to pursue my other dreams before embarking on the journey of motherhood.

I hadn't intended on divulging this truth to Elena and April. My marriage was a private matter, and I preferred to keep it that way. Our personal relationship with Klaus is our own business.

As I went shopping that day, I carefully observed the girls as we moved through different stores. However, I didn't personally check on their individual purchases or show any concern when I overheard the amount of money they were spending.

At a single store, I purchased a pair of high heels and a dress. The amount reached an astonishing seven hundred dollars. However, I simply couldn't resist the allure of that dress. There was an undeniable desire that compelled me to purchase it.

I had purchased a plethora of exquisite items, including new shoes, high waist trousers, crop tops, blouses, and new bikinis.

There were numerous other stores to explore.

Surprisingly, none of us had brought up the new lingerie store.

But the day was still young.

April Mikaelson

"He should be on his way by now." Elena remarked as the three of us navigated through a shoe store.

"Wait, he'll actually be on the road?" I asked

"Oh yeah, for sure." Caroline spoke from the opposite side of the display table.

To my surprise, none of us had received a word from Klaus. I expected him to have contacted Caroline by now to assure us that he is safe and that everything went smoothly in Mystic Falls. I didn't know about them but I had been worried since the second he took off. I had an overwhelming feeling that he would encounter some sort of trap. It had been an eventful couple of days without him, and I couldn't help but feel a bit concerned. I knew the girls meant well, but I didn't want to be judged for my trusting nature. I still felt like an outsider in this marriage, as if I was just a temporary fling while they had a deep connection that I could never be a part of. It was frustrating because I was genuinely making an effort to adjust and not let the whole polygamy thing overwhelm me.

Upon careful reflection, our arrangement was truly extraordinary. We had all made a lifelong commitment to love and, in the event of having children, they would become interconnected as half siblings. It was completely unconventional and absolutely crazy for us to believe it would actually be successful. Somehow, despite all the challenges, we managed to reach Utah. We were shopping in this mall at the moment, just like everybody else. We blended in seamlessly, our true identities hidden from the oblivious crowd. The extraordinary circumstances we had escaped from were of no concern to anyone around us. Somehow, we managed to maintain our composure. Caroline took charge of our daily wives meetings as we all pitched in to tackle the necessary tasks. Caroline diligently prepared dinner for all of us every evening after Klaus's departure, ensuring that none of us had to eat alone. Elena kindly offered to take care of Klaus's shirts by taking them to the dry cleaners, while I took the initiative to wash the station wagon and clean the pool.

Perhaps we were all a bit too preoccupied at times, but we were well aware that this would inevitably occur. It wasn't just Klaus's absence that was causing us to feel overwhelmed. We were slowly accepting the difficulties of being in this new place and transitioning into adulthood. We were managing our own households, juggling expenses and navigating our new roles as wives. It was an experience filled with pressure.

However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for Klaus. I had a slight infatuation with him. He was kind and affectionate towards me, prioritizing our relationship as equal partners. I sensed a certain significance in his gaze, and as time passed, it became clear that our reliance on each other would only deepen.

We had plenty of time. Klaus stated to me that our marriage was distinct and required a more gradual approach compared to his relationships with Caroline and Elena. Neither of them were aware of my lack of experience, as I had confided that secret solely in Klaus. He hadn't mentioned any expectations for me during this vacation, and I never felt any pressure to fulfill them. However, if he were willing to delve deeper into the subject, I wouldn't oppose the notion either.

I am a virgin, yet I still experience desires.

Regardless of whether I was his third wife or not, what mattered was that I was his wife.

He needed me and I wanted him.

I really wanted him actually.

When he returned I planned to make it clear exactly how much.

Elena Mikaelson

Ever since Klaus departed, a profound sense of unease gripped me, as if he harbored sinister intentions beyond his stated purpose for coming back. I had unfortunately become all too familiar with the pain of witnessing someone I care about being hurt by him. I couldn't help but have a lingering sense that an event would transpire during his stay. I had a feeling he would have reached out to Caroline or April by now, anyone but me. It was clear that I wasn't important to him. He had deliberately avoided me, which piqued my curiosity about his true motives for keeping his distance. I couldn't care less about his opinion of me, truly. Even if I did, I would rather die than confess to it.

Amidst the waves of fear and guilt that washed over me since his departure, there were fleeting moments of tranquility. During those rare respites, my mind fixated on the future, envisioning a life beyond the final pages of our Mystic Falls saga. If Klaus expected me to transform into someone else overnight, like Caroline did, he was sorely mistaken. I had no intention of changing for anyone but myself. The person I aspired to become would require patience to emerge. I had no expectations of waking up tomorrow and suddenly erasing the fact that I had been in love with someone else just a week ago. I couldn't help but feel a profound connection to Stefan, one that would endure for a possible lifetime.

There were moments of sheer terror and moments of blissful tranquility as I navigated through the ups and downs of our new reality. It felt like being caught in a never-ending rollercoaster of joy and anguish.

Feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity, intrigued by the fact that Klaus was on his way back to us. Deep down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension about what he might reveal to us. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope that our absence was gradually being acknowledged by our friends. This realization ignited a fierce determination within me. The thought that my guilt could potentially lessen brought a flicker of a smile to my face.

We had spent the entire day at the mall and had just arrived home after four, knowing he would be returning within the same hour. April and Caroline were both thrilled about the upcoming vacation, while I was attempting to embrace the excitement and avoid being a downer, I found it challenging. It made me feel quite uncomfortable when I found out that Klaus and Caroline were going to sleep together during our vacation. He may choose to sleep with his first wife, skip his second, and then sleep with his third. With time it wouldn't matter who had children when. However, I hadn't considered the fact that the three of them would develop a new level of closeness that I wasn't a part of.

I wasn't envious; rather, I was genuinely taken aback by the level of maturity I displayed regarding the situation. I didn't expect them to have a sexual relationship so quickly, so I was taken aback, but it didn't make me feel excluded.

They were free to do as they pleased, as we had all agreed. I had no intention of interfering in any way. We were grown-ups, and if we didn't approach our lifestyle with maturity, it simply wouldn't work. So the reality check was straightforward - he desired Caroline and, let's be honest, he had a clear fondness for April as well. He seemed to have no interest in me, no attraction, and perhaps no intention of starting a family with me.

The notion of having a baby with him through insemination, while Caroline and April conceive their babies naturally, did make me feel uneasy.

I had a strong desire to experience the full range of human emotions. And if I was completely honest with myself, hand on heart, I must admit that deep down, I desired to be more than just a mere obligation in Klaus' life, but rather a cherished woman in our marriage. I sensed his sophistication and charm, capable of captivating any woman with a mere glance. I couldn't help but wonder why I didn't receive the same attention as the others.

Perhaps what was required at this moment was a signal that I, too, could embrace a certain degree of closeness. I was determined to avoid any conflicts that could disrupt the harmony they had established. However, I was open to the idea that Klaus and I could develop a better relationship in the future. And not just for the sake of others, but for the both of us as a couple.

What kept me from leaving wasn't the absence of my former life back home. I chose to be here, and I decided to go on this vacation because a small part of me was actually okay with the idea of going on my honeymoon.

What better moment to reveal a new side of myself to Klaus than his return.

He'd be here soon enough and I needed to prepare.

Caroline Mikaelson

I was in the kitchen, enjoying the melody of the song playing on the radio above the fridge, while I diligently cleaned the remaining dishes. Prior to my departure for the airport, I diligently attended to the household chores. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building up inside me as I anxiously glanced at the clock, eagerly awaiting Klaus' long-awaited return from his travels. I glanced out the kitchen window above the sink and noticed that April was still swimming in the pool, determined to get her exercise in before our ten-hour flight. She said it would help her relax and sleep through the flight. She had grabbed a couple of magazines, while Elena had the intention of buying a book or two once we got to the airport. I didn't have the courage to propose to her that Klaus, being a passionate reader like her, could possibly offer some intriguing suggestions. Elena appeared to be in higher spirits today while shopping, showing great resilience for the upcoming vacation. She was putting in her utmost effort, and I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride for her. If only she could recognize the true extent of her resilience and understand that we had successfully overcome our challenges. We had finally reached Utah, a place where we could feel safe and secure, beyond the reach of anyone who wished us harm.

I had just finished putting away the last dish when I heard the familiar sound of keys turning in the front door, causing my cheeks to flush with excitement. I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness as I found myself, for the very first time since he departed, in the solitude of my own home. I had high expectations for his visit, anticipating that he would appreciate the transformation I had achieved in our house, with its new wallpaper and carpets. I swiftly grabbed the dish towel and dried my hands before discarding it. I hurriedly made my way into the front sitting room, pausing beneath the kitchen archway. There, I beheld Klaus setting down his luggage, a holdall slipping down his shoulder and along the sleeve of his immaculate white shirt.

As he appeared before me, a smile instinctively spread across my face. In reaction to my smile, he let out a gentle chuckle and motioned for me to come closer, taking a step forward himself.

"Did you miss me?" Klaus asked as I drew closer to him, swiftly enveloping him in a warm hug.

He didn't care about wallpaper, he cared about me. His Caroline.

Klaus quickly embraced me, drawing me closer to him. Our bodies aligned perfectly, and I stood on my tiptoes to hold him tightly. I inhaled deeply, relieved to find that he smelled like himself and not the scent of Mystic Falls that I had dreaded. His unexpected gesture took me off guard as he turned towards me, gently placing three kisses on my neck. Then, he moved closer, planting a kiss on my cheek, drawing his lips nearer to mine. In that moment, I eagerly turned my head, longing to kiss him and welcome him home, where he truly belonged.

The era of Mystic Falls had come to an end.

As our lips met and our tongues intertwined, I embraced the exhilarating rush of desire, losing myself in the passionate connection we shared. There was no need for a power struggle; his kissing skills were so captivating that he effortlessly took charge of the moment. Klaus's hands gently encircled my back, gliding beneath the fabric of my blouse to caress the warmth of my skin. I gently moved my hands to the back of his head, allowing him to explore my neck with his kisses. Meanwhile, my hands glided down his neck, tenderly tracing the contours of his strong shoulders. I let out a soft moan as his touch sent waves of pleasure through me, my body arching towards him. I yearned for more, craving his expert caress to bring me to the same intense climax he had before.

However, as I attempted to grasp the belt of his trousers, his hand swiftly intercepted mine, firmly denying us both the desire we shared at that very instant.

I stared into his eyes, feeling a sense of dread that consumed me entirely.

"I'm so embarrassed-..." I was taken aback, desperately hoping he would avert his gaze at that very moment.

"Not yet," he replied with the upmost confidence.

"I made a mistake and I should have-"

"Go upstairs." Klaus interrupted me before I could complete my sentence.

His gaze remained fixed on mine, penetrating through my embarrassment and staying as steady as it was before.

"Wait for me in our bedroom." Klaus informed me at that moment.

Just hearing him refer to it as our bedroom was enough to make my nipples ache with anticipation.

"Go right now."

As he released his grip, his gaze never wavered from mine as he made his way towards the kitchen patio doors, fully aware of his next move.

I had just shifted my gaze towards the stairs when April's scream of excitement pierced the air.

April Mikaelson

As soon as I caught sight of Klaus stepping out into the backyard, I couldn't help but let out a scream of excitement. I managed to pull myself out of the water with a single, determined motion, despite my injuries and the pain in my lower back. Klaus, with a slightly disheveled shirt, greeted me with a faint smile when he saw me. However, as I emerged from the pool, he suddenly froze, his gaze scanning my body, carefully noting every bruise and scrape. I couldn't help but let my excitement overflow in that moment. Even though I was in a bikini and dripping wet, I impulsively ran over and jumped into his arms, without considering how he would react to my boldness.

"I'm so glad you're back" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement as I jumped into his embrace, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist.

Klaus firmly held onto my thighs, keeping me steady against him.

"We were worried when we didn't hear from you." I quickly released my legs and hopped down off of him.

Klaus's smile vanished when our gazes locked, and he swiftly cradled my face in his hands, carefully examining the stitches on my forehead.

"Hey, come on," I gently pleaded, attempting to free his hands from my cheeks before he blew the situation out of proportion.

"It's not that bad," I persisted, even as he stubbornly refused to let go.

"What happened?"

"Nothing I just had a little slip. I'm fine now."

Klaus remained fixated on my injury, compelling me to mimic his every move. I couldn't resist the urge to gently hold his face in my hands, causing our eyes to lock in an intense gaze. Klaus released a gentle exhale as he lowered his hands.

"I'm okay." I repeated, maintaining eye contact with him, and then offered a friendly smile.

I gently placed my finger to my lips, signaling him to remain silent as I leaned up to meet his lips.

I needed him to know that even if he hadn't missed me. I had certainly missed him.

Elena Mikaelson

I had been watching from the bedroom window from the moment I heard April scream, below I had witnessed Klaus and April's reunion unfold before me. She was so thrilled to see him, jumping into his arms like she had forgotten everything we had told her about his past and could only see the man she married. April had an ability I couldn't touch upon, she could so easily let go of her grief and past, I sometimes wished in quiet reflection that I too could become that independent.

I remained at my window watching as Klaus down upon hers and brought his arms beneath her underarms bringing her up against his chest in one shared kiss before letting her go and kissing her injured forehead once. April seemed so overjoyed by his kiss that her eyes remained fixed on him even as he left her side, crossing over the backyards towards my house. I stepped away from the window and took a seat on the bottom of the bed waiting as I listened to his approaching footsteps. I was neither excited or sad regarding his return. I just knew I had questions that needed answering.

When Klaus opened the room door his eyes fell to me briefly before taking in the sight of our room before him now. Gone were the packing boxes and other packing materials. Indeed this was the one room in the house that was completely constructed. The bedroom was painted an eggshell tone, with lavender bed linens. The bed was on the furthest wall from the door, with two matching nightstands featuring their own lamps and alarm clocks. Both our luggage cases were now stored securely in the closet out of sight, there was a soft white area rug on the center of the floor and a cream toned arm chair by the windows in the corner, with a throw rug and matching cushion adoring it.

I refused to be the one who spoke first, if I did he only find some fault in whatever I said.

"Aren't you going to welcome me home?" Klaus asked smugly, confidence perfectly in check.

Instead of answering him and telling him what I really wanted to say I merely nodded my head in response.

Klaus didn't say anything instead he glanced around the room again.

If I asked about my friends right now, he would go in a mood and I would be the one responsible for ruining the vacation.

"You and I have very serious matters to discuss." Klaus said to me then.

Hearing this I immediately looked his way once more finding he wasn't surprised by the fear in my eyes over what he could possibly mean. He knew immediately that my thoughts had immediately gone to my friends and what pain he had inflicted upon them.

"They're all alive." Klaus assured me without question "What you and I need to discuss goes beyond what you knew before." He said before stepping forward and closing the door behind him "It's about here and now."

"What do you want?" I asked him then.

Klaus stopped in front of me, towering over me as he placed his hand beneath my chin locking his eyes with mine. His delicate finger tips tracing the suddenly sensitive skin of my chin, cause goose bumps to form on my thighs and behind my legs. Klaus leaned down towards me causing me to go backward in response, resting on both my elbows as his lips gently met mine and remained there for a second, long enough for my eyelashes to flicker against his skin in response to his suddenly prolonged kiss.

Klaus leaned back completely unaffected by the kiss, not borrowing to address what he had just done or take note of my wide eyed reaction to his boldness and nerve.

"I'd like to take you to dinner, Mrs Mikaelson."

"What?"

"Tonight's your night. I'd like to take you to dinner."

"You expect me to just-"

"I expect nothing but your best." Klaus interrupted me again "Give me your best. And I'll show you the man you married."

Before I could say another word to him he turned on his heels and headed towards the door disappearing out of sight.

Caroline Mikaelson

Klaus knew my desires and his needs.

He effortlessly lifted my flexible shape, making me feel weightless and submit to his authority. I gently traced his tantalizingly sculpted jaw line with my soft, silky lips as he led us forward. Klaus held me purposefully and effortlessly. His hungry eyes locked onto mine, mirroring my primordial longing. Time froze still as Klaus's warm hands held my body, refusing to release me. He softly led me onto the comfortable mattress, never putting his weight on me. With hungry eyes, he brought his lips to me. My hands naturally crossed his chiseled chest, feeling his carved muscles beneath my fingertips, before reaching his neck and intensifying our union. I removed Klaus's coat immediately, my fingers sensually peeling the layers that hid his masculine shape. I was hungry. Klaus waved his shirt off his muscular chest with sensual grace. He quickly pulled it over his head and threw it away, leaving just the irresistible aroma of his need. His naked flesh shimmering in the moonlight stirred something primitive in me.

A magnet pulled us together as our eyes locked. As our lips met, affection and hunger collided. He tasted like need and temptation, sending ecstasy shooting between my thighs. The world around us vanished, leaving only our tongues' exquisite dance and my groans' melody. I caught him off guard as my legs twisted around his powerful waist, inviting him to explore my yearning between my quivering thighs.

Klaus' soft, supple lips unwillingly separated from mine, leaving a warm trail as he peered at me.

"It's not like I'm a virgin" I seductively whispered.

Klaus seemed lost for a moment. Almost like he thought of someone else.

I caressed his face and asked, "Where are you?"

Klaus said, "I'm here." before kissing me.

His wicked eyes surprised me as I anticipated his touch. His graceful fingers unbuckled his belt, thrilling me. He grabbed my blouse and tore it off in one powerful motion. I gasped as the seductive sound of fabric rending filled the air. The room's delicious chill touched my naked chest and stomach, sending tremors of pleasure.

With a sensuous hip swing, I slowly rose from the mattress, staring at Klaus. As he reached for his pants zipper, the room seemed to throb with our shared needs, the essence of our longing hanging thick in the air. With a seductive smile, I carefully moved my hand behind my back, feeling my bra clasp's delicate fabric. Before I skillfully unclasped it and let it fall, showing him my gorgeous breasts. Beautiful vulnerability, a spiritual exposing of my most sensitive parts.

Klaus was filled with longing as I lay before him, breasts tight and supple. He cautiously removed his black, skin-tight boxers with a tantalizing glint. His pulsating member, a sign of his raw masculinity, invited me into his world of sex and danger, building expectation. The stunning vision enchanted me. He invited me to take his magnificent, desire-filled manhood. It was hairless and wonderfully soft, with a faint flush. It beckoned for my lips.

His virility and shimmering desire sparked my hunger. I salivated to taste his throbbing member's essence. I had a burning desire to kiss his immense manhood and taste the cum on his gushing bulb head.

Feeling excited, I stood at the bed's edge. Slowly separating my legs, I showed him the forbidden paradise between them, and he stepped forward. Klaus gently stroked my chin as we locked eyes, and my hand involuntarily circled his enormous twelve-inch manhood. It was my first exhilarating rush of domination and authority. I spread my lips, letting him slip inside my mouth, with a mix of fear and desire. His essence filled my taste receptors, and I whimpered at the tempting texture and salty taste. His pulsating manhood trembled with excitement as it nestled between my wide lips, anticipating the enticing treats. A spark of desire ignited when I caught his gaze. I gently massaged his hips, guiding him, and a seductive rhythm carried us as I urged him to explore my mouth, leaving us both eager for more.

For the following five minutes, I delighted in my seductive prowess, determined to bring him to bliss. I cruelly teased him with every subtle move and enticing gesture. My fingertips traced enticing sensations across his quivering flesh as I explored his yearning. It was a perfectly crafted symphony of pleasure to arouse his deepest need with each touch. We were more connected as the minutes passed. I enjoyed my power over him and caressed his pulsating manhood.

I traced my tongue along the velvety shaft from its root to its proud tip with a teasing slowness, knowing he wanted to feel my lips wrap him. A sensuous moan, my lips sensually curled over his pulsating member. My mouth touching him made him groan, his fingers entwined in my hair in a hard but passionate grip. With an insatiable thirst, I released sloshing sounds and heady gagging, giving in to want without hesitation. In that moment, I wanted him to know how much I enjoyed tasting him and dominating him while fulfilling his every sexual craving.

Klaus's need became uncontrollable as our tantalizing tension peaked. He led me back to the bed with a firm but soft touch, staring at me. I slowly reached for my jeans button, my shaking fingers fumbling slightly in their haste to let him in. Next, I gently drew down the zipper, a delicious tune echoing around our bedroom. My jeans, once a barrier between us, suddenly showed the forbidden jewels beneath. Klaus stared at the sight, his pupils dilation with hunger like a predator stalking its prey. We knew what lay ahead would be a trip, so the air was filled with expectation and yearning.

I invited Klaus in by spreading my legs as wide as possible. He leaned over my trembling body, ready to explore. Electricity from his stiffened manhood pressing against my entrance threshold heightened my senses. I gently grabbed my bag, lying on the pillows beside me, in that tempting moment. I carefully revealed its treasure—a small, unobtrusive condom box—with a cheeky smile. Klaus grinned mischievously, his eyes glimmering with promise. He grabbed them from my shaking hands immediately.

"I doubted you'd have any."

"I did" Klaus admitted with ease.

Since when?

"I bought these on the way here, knowing they'd be beneficial."

He used his gleaming white teeth to cut open the condom's silver wrapper with a sexy sparkle in his eyes. He smoothly eased the protective barrier down his throbbing erection with a single, tantalizingly subtle movement, filling the air with suspense.

"I'm not sure if you're kind or arrogant."

Klaus, with his fascinating look, came in closer, his face tantalizingly close to mine, deftly working my legs around his waist.

"Love, you need to know one thing about me."

"What's that?"

"I'm not the first, but I'll be your last."

Klaus suddenly charged forward, overwhelming me. My body, unprepared for his massive size. I felt the primordial need to bite his welcoming shoulder without hesitation. As I drew blood from his soft flesh with my nails. Klaus's fascinating look and superb hip thrusts ignited my hunger. The slow pace allowed my body to gradually yield to his intimate advances, accommodating his every movement and size. His unquenchable hunger had driven me to my boundaries and left me undone. He had forever claimed me, making me unable to enjoy other men's company. With his seductive appeal, he told the truth. I never again would fall for another man's soft caresses since he was perfection in all his magnificence. An image of celestial perfection. Sweat highlighted every muscle on his beautiful body.

"Oh my god keep going" I begged him, my voice filled with need, as an alluring dampness formed between my quivering thighs, a testament to his magnificent stature.

The seductive touch of Klaus's fingertips on my quivering thighs ignited my passion. He dug further into my soul with each passionate thrust, kissing and nipping my tender neck. I screamed when he found my g-spot, threatening to reveal my intoxicating feelings. Fearing the risk, he quickly stopped me by softly covering my mouth with his powerful palm, keeping Elena and April from hearing my passionate cries. Klaus wanted to keep our sex a secret. I was on the brink of bliss when conflicting emotions rushed over me. With my climax so close, our interaction intensified.

His seductive prowess surprised me while I contemplated. He removed his throbbing manhood from inside me and instantly maneuvered my supple form, placing me on all fours, awakening a primitive yearning in us both.

He clutched my hips like an alpha wolf. He charged into me from behind, sending vibrations through my body as I surrendered to his power. I felt a thrilling wave of pleasure from his forceful thrusts, which only fueled Klaus's hungry ardor and uncompromising tempo.

"Oh my gosh, Klaussss, don't stop."

Klaus watched me on all fours, my body twitching with impatience. I felt his velvety lips on my back. Each sweet kiss and passionate lick gave me thrills, weakening my knees and intoxicating my senses. When Klaus entered me again, I silently led his hand to the back of my head to assert his power.

He gracefully switched us to missionary-style intimacy instead of giving it to me while I was on all fours. I wanted more after his tantalizing retreat. This time, a nice surprise greeted me. As his excellent tongue and strong, unyielding fingers worked on my next climax, his head vanished between my shaking thighs. His touch enchanted me again, a spectacular climax that left me spellbound.

As he thrust into me again, my eyes rolled into my head. A tantalizing twist of fate, he effortlessly lifted me from the bed. He slammed my back against the bedroom's thick door with a strong urge. The danger of curious eyes seeing our nakedness and sex increased our excitement in this brave moment. He just cared about the intoxicating release he sought.

I held him with my legs over his strong hips and arms across his mighty shoulders. His velvety hair flowed through my fingers, and I gently yanked on them, making him groan in pain. The delightful sensation of his enormity made me want to totally accommodate him, conforming to his every inch. After surrendering to his seductive touch, I knew our connection would leave me bruised emotionally and externally. Our intense connection would leave an unforgettable mark that would testify to our shared ambitions.

With Klaus's fast steps, I submitted to the intoxicating rhythm, my body undulating with intensity, seeking the summit of ecstasy. With each passionate thrust, I prayed for his and mine satisfaction. Klaus's burning eyes connected with mine, asking for permission to unleash.

I gasped, "We can't risk it."

We couldn't risk my getting pregnant so soon, even though I wanted to feel him cum. Our collective futures were at stake.

Klaus battled his primitive urges to keep control. He maintained the condom. Despite wearing latex, he discharged his passion deep into me at that moment of perfect ecstasy.

His primal moan bounced around the room and into my ears. After discharging his fill, his body shook as he sank from euphoria. I struggled to catch my breath, my chest heaving, thirsting to regain my wits after our sudden meeting. Our bodies interlocked, sweating, as the heady aroma of sex filled the air. The intensity of my fourth orgasm gripped me, turning my body into pure bliss.

Klaus returned me to the bed gently. With seductive ease, he withdrew from me, leaving me craving more of his delectable touch.

He gently helped me lie on the bed and tucked the silky sheet around me before collecting his boxers. In the bathroom, he gently flushed the condom down the toilet.

As he returned, his eyes fixated on me, he picked up his forgotten t-shirt off the floor.

He asked "Why now?"

"…Truth?"

Klaus nodded in reassurance.

"I wanted it to be here"

I watched Klaus carefully buckle his belt and pants. He then grabbed his shoes with ease. At the foot of the bed, his back to me, he carefully tied the laces. He dressed quickly after sex because we had a lot of work still to do. Klaus gave me one more kiss, his gentle gesture lingering on my lips, before leaving without saying a word. He wasn't a pillow talker. After I regained feeling in my legs I too found the strength to get up and get dressed.

Elena Mikaelson

"If you're done screwing my best friend we should talk about what happened in Mystic Falls" I said as Klaus returned to my home.

I had gone over to Caroline's house to ask for some help zipping up my luggage when I had heard them together upstairs. I had immediately walked out and tried to be the bigger person. But seeing Klaus enter my house with that smug look on his way proved to be too much for me to handle.

Klaus turned to meet my gaze across the kitchen.

"Would you rather I screwed you sweetheart?" Klaus asked not taking his eyes off mine, forcing me to look away first.

He took off upstairs without another word said.

It might have been my day but he had chosen to sleep with Caroline on it.