CH 8 - Count Your Blessings - 8

Her entire body is limp. She is exhausted, sated and filled. Still she is not done. Still they will not let her rest.

‘One more, Kitten’ Kol tells her. ‘You’ve been a very good girl and now when you beg so sweetly for rest we will only require one more. That is, if you please us. Otherwise we may need to continue.’

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Elijah watches him with a small smile from where he lies, flat on his back in the middle of the bed, head resting on his hands and ankles slightly crossed. Gently maneuvering her tired body, Kol places her on top of his brother, chest to chest. Elijah immediately begins peppering her face and neck with kisses while his hands travel up and down her sides, finally settling on her soft ass. Under his gentle and sweet ministrations she slowly comes back to reality, feeling loved and cared for. Meanwhile, Kol kneels between his brother’s legs and dips his head between her soft cheeks, so invitingly held open by his brother. A moment later his skilled tongue starts laving her slit, deftly dancing over her clit before moving further up to circle her puckered hole. Damn, every part of her tastes good, he just can't seem to get enough of her! She is now fully awake again, power having returned to her tired limbs in a seemingly miraculous fashion.

Removing his mouth from between her legs, he instead lets his deft fingers take over. She moans and writhes, rubbing herself against Elijah’s impressive erection while she tries to get more of that blessed friction from both men. Kol really sees no reason to deny her any longer. A moment later he has slipped two fingers into her dripping wet pussy while the index finger of his other hand penetrates her anus, causing her to gasp loudly and briefly try to pull away from the intrusion. Oh no, there will be nothing of that!

The brothers work in unison and Elijah’s hands leave their position on her breasts to hold her hips in place, occasionally pushing her up towards Kol’s fingers. She reacts immediately, relaxing into their ministrations. 'Good girl, Little One. Such a good little girl.' Elijah's voice purrs his satisfaction into her neck when she shows all she has learned and submits her body completely. Instead of fighting she writhes and moans, gyrating her hips and clearly enjoying Kol’s attention to both her entrances. The brothers share a proud smile over her shoulder, pride of a job well done.

Kol removes his fingers from her pussy, eliciting a small moan in protest from her that soon dies out when she realizes that his fingers in her ass remain and that he only removed his hand to pick a small bottle from the nightstand. A moment later she feels the cool silicone oil dripping from the bottle make contact with the crack between her butt cheeks  slowly trailing down between them and finally pooling around his fingers buried inside her ass, greatly aiding in their movement in and out of her puckered hole. Meanwhile Elijah has returned his attention to her breasts, squeezing and nibbling her nipples while rhythmically moving his hips against her. His hardness rubs against her clit with every stroke, lubricated by the excess moisture dripping from her pussy to cover his waiting erection.

She moves her hand down between them of her own accord, lifting her hips to get a good grip at Elijah's swollen shaft, thereby pushing her ass further onto Kol's fingers. The elder Mikaelson and his Little One moan in tandem at the sensations her action elicits in them.

‘You know what we want now Little One, don’t you?’ Elijah purrs in her ear as Kol adds a second finger to the one playing with her ass. She moans and answer him only with a sharp nod. At his sharply raised eyebrow she quickly corrects herself and speaks. 'Yes, Master!'

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'And how does that make you feel, Kitten?' Kol adds a third finger into her back entrance while his other hand is busy coating his thick shaft in the slippery silicone oil. Meanwhile, Elijah chose to wrap his large hand around the small one that is working his length, enveloping her in his palm and steering her movements up and down his cock. Angling their grip he aims his engorged head at the apex of her thighs, making sure he runs along her wet slit and then rubs over her clit with every stroke. Unbelievably she can feel the coil in her belly tightening all over again.

Whack! A sharp yet delicious pain wracks her body as Kol's palm makes contact with her ass. 'You will answer me in a timely manner, Kitten. How does it feel to know what we want to do, what we will do?' His voice is dark and husky, sexy as hell yet carrying more than a hint of danger. She gasps and tries to gather her thoughts in the midst of her rising arousal, their roaming hands make thinking almost impossible. Finally she manages to regain control of her voice, despite Kol's fingers still playing and stretching her and Elijah's cock constantly rubbing her core.

'If it pleases you, it makes me feel good that I can give it to you, Master Kol, Master Elijah.' Their responding smiles were bright enough to light up a room. As the last stop of a very long day of training, they saw her reaction in this moment as very important, a true measure of just how far she had come. Still, Kol felt she was not completely honest and so he raised an eyebrow at her. 'But...? There is something else, Kitten. Last time you were far from this compliant.' She blushed slightly and dropped her eyes.

'Yes Master, there is something else. I am afraid of the pain. It makes me so happy to please you and I know it will feel fantastic for me too, in the end. But there was so much pain, and it scares me. I am sorry, Master.'

She kept her eyes averted, clearly ashamed at her own weakness. A finger touched her chin and she felt her head tilt upwards until she looked straight into Kol's chocolate eyes. His expression was soft, a small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he stared into her nervous features. Stilling the movement of his fingers, Elijah pausing at the same time, he leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on her trembling lips.

'There is no reason to be afraid, Kitten. We take care of what is ours and we only discipline when necessary. Last time you had not given yourself completely to us, and disciplinary action was required. This time is diametrically different.'

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Another finger touched her cheek as Kol's retracted and her face was gently turned downwards to meet the orbs of gold and honey that were Elijah's eyes. The affection he radiated towards her took her breath away. His soft fingers caressed her cheek and her head leaned into his palm when he spoke. 'We have no wish to bring you pain, Little One, only pleasure as long as you submit to us. I will not lie, there may be some discomfort, but no more than you can handle and of the pleasurable variety.' He kissed her nose. 'We appreciate the gift you offer us, the gift that is yourself. Little One, rest assured that we treasure you. You are cared for, and safe.'

His words affected her to the very core of her being, a warm feeling of contentment spreading out through her entire body. 'Now, Little One, just relax and enjoy. I believe my brother feels you still owe him one more...' A low rumbling chuckle spread from Elijah's chest into hers and as always the sound of his laughter stirred something inside her, sending shivers through her body and releasing a wave of moisture to cover her already dripping core. A small moan escaped her lips and the men took this as a signal to resume their worship of her body.

Gently Elijah removed her hand that was still wrapped around his erection and placed it on his chest. Staring deep into her eyes he lifted her hips with one hand, the other replacing her hand on his shaft to angle it right into her dripping entrance. He paused for a second and then raised his head to capture her lips with his own, while raising his hips and lowering hers, entering her in motion far softer and more gentle than ever before. Releasing her lips he kept her eyes captive in his hypnotizing gaze until his impressive cock had entered her completely, stroking her womb but yet managing to be ball-deep into her heat. A look of wonderment crossed his features, as it did every time he first entered her. He was still mesmerized that her tiny frame could take all of him, mesmerized and thankful. A low growl started in the pit of his stomach, working its way up his throat until it broke through his lips as a word.

'MINE!'

Without letting her gaze drift from his captivating eyes, his Little One took a deep breath and released it in a sound somewhere between a moan and a sweet sigh, relishing in the feel of his throbbing cock filling her completely.

'Yours.'

With that almost whispered confirmation he began gently rocking in and out of her, using his hands on her hips to move her in a rolling motion on his erection. Suddenly she felt strangely empty. It took her a moment to realize that this was because Kol had removed his fingers that had continued to stimulate and relax her ass.

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When she felt the tip of his sizable cock graze her anal entrance she could not help but stiffen momentarily. Reaching down between their entwined bodies, Elijah let his incredibly skilled fingers find her nerve center and then proceeded to rub her clit gently, in time with his gentle thrusts, while her body relaxed again from the pleasure he gave her.

'Shhhh, Little One. Just relax my sweet. Relax and enjoy.' Elijah repeated his earlier words. A strong hand stroked her spine and she realized it was Kol calming her. 'There is no reason to be afraid, Kitten.' he iterated 'If you just relax we will show you nothing but pleasure.' She made an effort to remain still and tried to relax every muscle in her body as the pressure from his engorged head on her back entrance increased. 'Now, who do you belong to, Kitten?' he purred in her ear while slowly increasing the pressure, the very tip of him entering her anus to begin the battle for space with Elijah's cock.

She moaned. She could not have stopped it if she wanted to. She moaned because the pleasure was so intense that was all she could do. It hurt, but it felt so damn good! Oh oh, she had to answer. Time to breathe!

A deep inhale later she was ready. 'You, Master! I belong to YOU!' The moment the words had passed her lips she heard a low, possessive growl from the man behind her and the pressure increased, pushing his thick dick inch by excruciating inch into her ass. Instead of retreating to leave more room, Elijah remained ball-deep inside her pussy, slowly rocking to induce light friction while his pubic bone rubbed deliciously against her clit. The pleasure of Elijah's motions took the edge of the pain created by Kol's large girth pressing into her anus, the pleasured feeling was out of this world! Kol was half way in and showed no signs of releasing pressure when he spoke again. Or... maybe 'spoke' was the wrong description. When he roared again, came closer to the truth.

'WHO do you belong to, Kitten?'

'YOU, Master!' She screamed, she knew she screamed, but she could not bring herself to care. The growl from the man below her, her first Master, helped to bring her emotions to a level that defied reason.

'Do you want me to fuck your ass, Kitten?' Somehow even his coarse words were a turn-on and the answer he wanted, the answer she gave him, was nothing but the goddamned truth.

'YES, Master! Please fucking YES!'

Still in control of his actions, still taking care to be as gentle as possible, Kol resisted the urge to snap his hips forward. Instead he kept the pressure up, increasing it ever so slightly, until he found himself buried to the hilt inside her. Fuck me running! There is no feeling in the world that comes even close to this. This is better than blood! With that thought and with his ears full of his Kittens pleasured moans, his eyes met those of his brother. A million unspoken words passed between them in a split second and then the mirror images of the same shit-eating grin spread over both their faces. It was done.

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With that they began to move in perfect harmony, filling and emptying her with opposing strokes. Every stroke was powerful, yet every thrust was gentle. Her inner walls stretched around them as they fucked her together. Every thrust into her core, be it her ass or her pussy, drew a moan of pleasure and bliss from her. She tried to meet them, but four hands grabbed her hips and held her fast. 'No, Little One. Be still, relaxed and enjoy.' Elijah instructed her as his hands immobilized her hips. 'We have much more practice at this than you, and it does require some coordination.' Her chuckled in her ear drawing another shiver from her body and then proceeded to increase his speed while Kol followed his lead.

Fucking her faster and harder with every thrust, Elijah felt his own stress and worries fade away to nothing as  his climax came ever closer, his balls lifting and tightening in preparation to release their load inside her. His instinctual side, his Monster, came closer to the surface and when the growl came he truly could not help it.

'Little One, who do you belong to?'

'You, Master!' she panted, almost undone by the two men thrusting their cocks into her core with ever increasing force.

'WHO??' His monster demanded a repeat while his hands on her hips began slamming her against him with every stroke, noticing that Kol did the same on the back-beat.

'YOU, Master!!'

A roar began building in the pit of his stomach and he increased his force even further, slamming his cock into her wet heat as hard as he dared without truly hurting or damaging her. He fucked her with everything he had, possessed her pussy completely and reveled in the fluttering of her inner walls that announced her impeding orgasm.

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Kol found himself lost in the sensations. His Kitten's ass hugged his length so exquisitely. She was so incredibly tight and incredibly perfect. When he felt Elijah speed up he automatically followed, when his brother began pounding harder into her, he did too. She took them both, she took all of them, and she loved it. Her moans of ecstasy every time he buried his cock with increasing force into her ass was almost more of his undoing than the tight grip of her anus around his cock. Almost.

When she began to shiver he was so close himself that he had no intention of stopping. Knowing his brother as well as he did he did not even need to look at Elijah to know they were at the same place. One of his hands left her hips to twist and tease her nipple between her fingers, while Elijah released a hand to quickly find her nub, stroking her clit with the ever increasing fervor of their forceful fuck. At the very edge of the abyss he could not hold the word back any more and completely without surprise he heard his roar echoed in nearly the same second by his brother.

'MINE!'
'MINE!'

It took less than a breath for her to reply, with a voice shivering with her impending release she still managed to answer her Masters.

'Yours. Both of yours. YOURS!'

He had no reasonable thought left in him, pumping in and out of her ass he felt his brothers cock doing the same on the other side of the thin membrane separating them and suddenly the world exploded into a multicolored explosion. At that moment he felt his fangs snap out and his mouth was suddenly full of the sweet nectar that was his Kitten's blood. On the other side of her neck he saw Elijah taking his fill of her life-essence. At the same time, she screamed. Not from pain but in pure ecstasy her orgasm came crashing down on her, immediately milking all the remaining seed out of both of her lovers. With a final thrust they buried themselves as deep as they could and let go, their orgasm filling both her lower cavities to the brim with their cum.

In the midst of his release, Kol could still hear her scream. His pride in her knew no bounds as he was able to make out the word.

'EIGHT!'

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It was done, she was theirs. Completely and with every fiber of her body and soul. Elijah had been right, she was born for this. They would continue to discipline her when necessary, continue to train her, but most of all they would cherish and treasure her and the incredible gift she gave them; complete trust and control over her.

Her frail human body, unable to withstand any more, responded to this final volcanic orgasm by sending her straight from bliss into sleep. They could both clearly hear her heart and feel the scent of her inner balance, so none of them were worried. Instead they only chuckled at their pet, collapsed yet sandwiched between them, still filled to the brim by their receding erections.

They withdrew from her as gentle as possible, neither of them saying a word as they pulled the sheets up over her exhausted form. They didn’t need to speak; the smile on their faces said everything for them.

CH 8 - Count Your Blessings - 7

Moments after her stuttered count Kol’s fingers tighten around her soft curves, causing deep bruises that will appear and heal within minutes due to the massive influx of his blood into her system. A punishing yet delicious deep stroke, followed by yet another where he and she both feel the stimulation of his cock reaching rock bottom inside her, pushing against her womb.
Her scream fills his ears, her inner walls are still pulsing in the ‘s-s-s-ix’ he delivered to her senses and finally, thankfully, he feels himself coming apart inside her. His balls lift up as the skin around them contracts, becoming thicker, and then they release their precious load to the very core of his screaming Kitten. Wave after impossible wave of his cum pour out of him to coat her inner walls while his fingers dig deeper into her soft flesh. His ears fill with the sound of a roar and it takes him a moment to realize that he himself is the source. When the final contraction sweeps through them he can't help but collapse on to of her, her previously supporting knees buckling under the weight of them both. She pants and he pants along with her. The fact that he does not actually need air seems strangely insignificant at the moment.

A moment later he hears her voice, softly whispered into the pillow. 'Wow.'

He snickers, he can't help it. His tongue touches the shell of her ear and licks it for just a moment before delivering his breathy reply. 'Wow is right, Kitten. Tired?'

She nods, a swift and sharp motion, while keeping her eyes closed. Her breath slows down and he can feel her allowing the exhaustion to take over her body, every second she becomes more limp and drifts further away. Sporting a small smile he slowly shakes his head when he sees this. No no, this will not do at all.

'What a pity then, little Kitten, that you are not done counting.'

Just as his words cause her to tense slightly beneath him he notices Elijah out of the corner of his eye, swiftly ridding himself of his suit jacket, shoes and socks. Still in his suit pants and tailored dress shirt he joins them on the bed, gently petting his Kittens, no his Little One's, hair. Kol carefully and with quite a bit of reluctance withdraws from her velvet folds. He misses the feel of her almost as soon as he leaves her center, his cock having hardened again almost immediately while encased in her moist heat.

Elijah asks him something, too quiet for the human girl to hear yet he misses it too, engrossed in her as he is. With a tinge of irritation his big brother repeats himself, equally quiet as the last time. 'I asked about the number, Kol. What is your goal?' Kol did not need further clarification. He saw Elijah next to her when she stuttered out her climax count and the two of them has done this often enough together to not need explanations.

He equally quiet he offers his brother information that answers the unspoken question as well as the direct inquiry. 'Eight. As you heard, we are on six. In order; First one was almost immediate, I only rubbed myself against her.' Elijah couldn't help but grin at that, and mumble something about his Little One certainly having turned out to be very responsive. 'Then so far I've followed with fingers, mouth, mouth AND fingers while restrained with thigh cuffs, bondage missionary and then what you just witnessed, erotic spanking and doggy-style.' Suddenly he smirks, a thought hitting him 'You could not have arrived at a more opportune moment, brother. What better way to step it up a notch?'

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It was a close call, this time, too close. Despite the tension relief supplied by his Little One before he left home he still found himself almost at the edge of reason while visiting Her. Every fiber of his being wanted to claim Her, use Her and own Her. He even had to cut his trip short to regain control and now here he was, back with his Little One.

It had only taken him a moment while he watched, unseen, from the sidelines to deduct that the orgasm denial he had sentenced her to this morning had morphed into a punishment of the complete opposite kind, but he trusted Kol enough to assume that there was good reason for this. He couldn't deny the clear progress he had just witness with his own eyes, despite her rather unorthodox way of submitting. Her final, unacceptable words were dealt with by his brother in a manner he wholly approved of and now he was up to speed on the process, ready to join the fray. Six down, two to go. This would be fun!

Kneeling on the bed before her he reaches out to pull a lock of her damp hair from her forehead back behind her ear. She opens her eyes at his touch and offers him a beatific smiles that warms his questionable soul to the core. It surprises him how much she is able to affect him without effort, but he cannot find it in himself to mind at all. Her eyelids droop from exhaustion, but she still manages to lift a hand to catch his before he mas time to withdraw it from her face. 'Welcome home, Master.'

He returns the quick squeeze of her hand before slowly petting her cheek. She leans into his hand and the moment is surprisingly intimate, almost private, despite Kol's (very nude!) presence behind her. Although not as such averse to the allure (or inexperienced with the pleasure) of a male body, Elijah had never viewed his brother in such a light and he was not about to start now.

The number of women shared by the brothers as centuries came and went had reached staggering figures, he was fully desensitized and comfortable with Kol, just as Kol was with him. Neither his brother's presence, the slow return of his prominent erection nor the fact that his seamen, deposited inside her in front of Elijah's very eyes, was just beginning to drip onto her thighs in any way detracted from Elijah's appreciation of her and this moment.

'It is good to be home, Little One.' his response came in one of his trade-mark purrs that never failed to cause a physical reaction in his Little One. Even exhausted and over-stimulated as she was at the moment, she did not disappoint. A new wave of arousal coursed through her body and a fresh wave of her own moisture helped flood his brothers cum from her body. 'Why don't you help me slip into something more comfortable, my pet?' he suggested with a teasing gesture to his still fairly formal attire 'Or at least slip out of this?' A small chuckle followed his last statement when his sensitive nose picked up another wave of arousal from her at his words.

 He was gratified to see her fight her tired muscles to get up on her knees in front of him. Slowly and sensually she began the task of undressing him, kissing every inch of exposed skin as she went. Looking at her from this new position he could not help but notice that while he had left her with a small strip of hair her pubic mound was now completely bare.

Kitten - Bare as She was Born

Lifting a questioning eyebrow at his brother at the discovery, Kol just chuckled in response and rubbed his chin. 'What can I say, Elijah? I got tired of the stubble rash.' He could not prevent a small possessive growl that quickly wiped the grin off his baby brother's face. In a voice too low for human ears he noted 'Kol, we are vampires. We do not GET a stubble rash!'. Kol snickered and replied in the same tone, keeping the girl out of this conversation; 'I know, but don't tell her that!'

Kol's cheekiness knew no bounds, and as usual Elijah felt completely disarmed by it. The only thing that still annoyed him was how easily he allowed his baby brother to get back on his good side. Any irritation he had felt at his brother taking something so intimate as the decision of his Little One's intimate grooming into his own hands without even asking faded as he chuckled, especially as he must admit he preferred her this way anyway.

He had thought it would feel odd and almost age-play kinky, instead he just found the view of her naked sex erotic and extremely arousing. Letting his hand glide down her body, earning him a shivering moan from her lips, the feel of her velvety mound under his fingers made him immediately decide that he would keep her this way. He had heard of laser treatments that would make the upkeep less of a chore, and...

Before he could get completely lost in his thoughts however, he could feel his shirt slipping over his shoulders. Looking down he notices how his Little One has managed to unbutton it completely, along with his belt buckle and the button of his dress pants, and was now in the process of removing his shirt all together.  He allowed her to do so, as well as aiding her to swiftly discard his undershirt, leaving him bare chested before her. He could not help the sense of pride he felt when her eyes scanned over him and he could hear her heart skip a beat while her breathing became quicker, more shallow, turning almost into a pant.

Elijah - Back View
(You're welcome, ladies *grin*)

Not wanting to drag this out any longer, delicious as it was, he got out of the bed and undressed completely faster than her eyes could follow, slowing down only when he was completely done. Back turned towards her while he carefully placed his Armani slacks on the dresser, he could not help but pause a moment and tense at hearing her sharp intake of breath. The ripple this caused in the muscles of his back, in fact all of his back and buttocks, did nothing to help her breathing slow down and he grinned to himself in satisfaction before turning over and returning to the bed.

'See something you like, Little One?' He's not fishing for compliments, his awareness of just how attractive his physique is to a human female is second nature and does not need stroking, he just can't help himself. Her arousal followed by flustered embarrassment as her own reaction becomes clear to her is simply too enticing to him. He stalks towards her slowly, surely and with the complete controlled grace of a predator. Her breath hitches in her throat, clearly her instincts are unable to decide whether to be terrified or aroused. The result is that specific scent that drives him crazy like no other. His Little One is fairly oozing out fearousal, he is becoming addicted to it. His monster is fucking loving it. If he is completely honest with himself, he can't blame it all on the monster. He fucking loves it too.

Sharing a quick glance with his brother, they approach her from both sides and grab her deliciously fear-frozen form, handling and positioning her as easily as if she was a play-thing. Well, come to think of it, she is a play-thing, at least to him. A valued and treasured one, a sweet pet, but a pet no less. He suspects however that Kol may no longer agree with that assessment

He shakes his head, that is a thought for another time, for later. Instead he gently maneuvers her body until she is on her back, diagonally across the bed.  Settling on his knees between her legs he grabs her ankles in strong yet gentle hands, placing them over his shoulders while he lowers his upper body towards her spread sex. Meanwhile he notices Kol leaning over her, capturing her lips with his own and kissing her with a sensual passion he rarely sees his brother bestow on his partners.

His brother's hands stray from their cradling of her face down her body to cup her delicious breasts and Elijah decides he has denied himself her taste for long enough. Hitching her lower body closer until her knees comfortably rest over his shoulder he dips his face into her core where her dripping arousal has already almost completely replaced any body fluids originating from Kol. She tastes wonderful, almost better than she smells. All in all, his Little One is a truly rare find, her body a small package of lust that he enjoys unwrapping again and again.

He allows his tongue to thoroughly explore her folds this time, in no hurry to move things along faster than the pace she is able to follow. Languidly his tongue swirls around her swollen clit, every direct touch of her sensitive nub drawing an almost pained moan of bliss from her lungs, half strangled by Kol's mouth on hers. Knowing full well how to execute the kind of punishment Kol has initiated, he increases the intensity of his ministrations. A moment later two of his long fingers dip into her dripping sex, swiftly curling upwards towards her belly button to rub her secret point of pleasure with every stroke as he moves them in and out of her. The hand not engaged in fingering her sweet pussy slips around her body to cradle her glorious ass, pushing her upwards towards his waiting mouth. Without hesitation he brings her whole bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking his tongue, nibbling and sucking on her sensitive clit as if his undead life depending on it.

His sudden movement causes her back to arch sharply upwards and her moans into Kol's mouth become louder, her every muscle trembling. Never relenting he flattens his agile tongue, still sucking on her sub he then uses it to apply pressure, his hand on her buttock pushing her even further onto his mouth while Kol's hands on her breasts have abandoned their kneading in favor of rolling, pinching and tugging her rock hard nipples between her fingers. Finally she manages to pull her mouth away to catch her breath, using the moment of freedom to pant out her plea.

'Please! Master, it is too much! I can't take it! PLEASE, Master!'

Chuckling against her folds Elijah never the less allows her a moment of reprieve when he lifts his head to speak. 'That is the point though, Little One, didn't you know?' Extending his tongue to once again lave her painfully sensitive sex she repeats her plea, her voice close to tears.

'No more, Master! Please!! I need...' she pauses, not finding the words and tries again 'I need...' another pause, and then she finally finds the words she is looking for 'Different, not this. I need you, Master. YOU!' Her eyes flicker between himself and his brother, clearly making the meaning of 'you' plural.

They share a rather wicked grin and a small nod as Elijah allows her knees to slide off his shoulders and down his waist, stopping them just in time to hook them around his waist. Kol meanwhile straightens up and pushes his hips forward, replacing the position of his lips on hers with that of his throbbing erection. As if instinctively she leans her head backwards and the small tip of her pink tongue escapes her kiss-swollen lips to tentatively lick the drop of pre-cum from his engorged head.

Enough is enough, taking a firm grip of his by now painfully hard shaft Elijah steers it towards his Little One's aching pussy. Again locking eyes with his brother a look of understanding passes between them. Kol tilts her head further back to place his weeping head between her lips and on an unspoken signal they both thrust their cocks into her, impaling her from both ends at once.

A muffled groan has time to escape her throat before it is completely silenced by Kol's girth and Elijah wastes no time at all to grab her hips, setting a punishing pace of thrusts into her lithe frame. Ah yes, this was exactly what he needed.

With every snap of his hips he buries his massive member deeper into her and pushes her whole body upwards, causing Kol's cock to slide further into her throat. All three of them moan in time, Kol making sure to exit her throat often enough for her to be able to breathe while Elijah thankfully has no need to worry about that. Instead he pounds into her with all the power he can safely muster with her, searching for, needing to release the tension of the day. When the coil inside him becomes ever tighter and his balls start tingling he knows his release is thankfully near.

With practiced ease and perfect memory of where her most sensitive areas are he angles his hips just so, making his strokes slower but more powerful, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. On every stroke the head of his cock slides along her G-spot and then enters her completely, swirling his hips to massage every surface of her insides and drawing a pleasured wail from her every time.

Her hand has wrapped around the base of Kol's shaft and is pumping every part of him that she cannot swallow. Elijah can tell his brother is as close as he is. He strokes along her body with one of his strong hands while the other dip down between them. Instead of rubbing her clit he simply places his fingers on either side of it and applies slight pressure, lifting the protective hub away from her center and allowing the circling movement of hips each time he bottoms out in her to rub his pelvic bone against her swollen and unprotected clit.

It only takes a few moments before the shivering starts. Her entire body begins to vibrate and her inner walls flutter. The sensation is phenomenal! He hears his brother groan as he spills his seed down her throat, Little One barely being able to swallow fast enough as she is caught in her own throes of passion. The moment her fluttering turns into the first contraction signaling her climax he simply can hold back no longer.

Holding her hips in an iron grip he throws his head back and lets out a mighty roar, releasing every bit of his pent up frustration along with his seed deep inside his Little One's exquisite frame. Closing his eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of his cum flowing into her he feels truly grateful to the fates for bringing her into his life.

He almost needs his vampiric hearing to make out the two syllables she manages to exhale right after swallowing the last of Kol's cum. Concentrating on her he has no problem making them out, however.

'Seven.'

Chapter 5 : Little Letters - Part 2 (of 2)

Little letters of love (a.k.a. B/D, D/s, S/M)

She finds herself on the bed, his bed, flat on her back. Stretched out beside, but touching, her body is the overwhelming presence that is Elijah. His upper body is raised on one elbow and half leaning over her, his finger placed over her lips to shush her, his eyes boring into hers with magic magnetism. Suddenly she can think of nothing but him. Not her anger, not her fear, not her conflicted emotions, not about his brother. Only Him. The sparks passing between their bodies are almost visible; the parts of her mind that he awoke have the insatiable cravings of any new born. He leans in, an inch closer, and her heart skips a beat, her breath hitches, her insides quiver in longing. For what? She does not know. Well, at least that is her story and she is sticking to it!

He still doesn't touch her, yet his fiery gaze burns track marks into her skin. There is something different about him, something savage. It is as if the gentleman has been put on the back burner and the predator is allowed full reign. It should scare her senseless, instead it steals the breath from her lungs and causes heat to pool at her very core, causing the ice inside to melt into center-focused rivulets that soak her soft, pink folds.

At the snap shot of this millisecond, this particular moment in time, there is nothing in the world she wants more than his touch on her tingling skin. Last night she was admiring his fingers bring intoxicating sounds of sorrow and loss from the beautiful, curved instrument in his study. Today she silently begs those same fingers to coax sounds of intoxicating pleasure from the curved instrument that is her own body. She silently begs him, her back arching towards the hand that is almost, but not quite, touching her chest. Her lips part and, seemingly by their own accord, pull the tip of his shushing finger between them. When her mouth finally gets a hold of a part of him, albeit the tip of his index finger, it is as if all resistance drains from him. His almost-touch turns into a strong and demanding hand on her skin, the breath his face covers hers in from such a small distance disappears as her lips are claimed in a rough kiss, stealing the last of her breath from her lungs from its overwhelming passion.

Her clothes are gone, she does not know how or even when that happened. He fills her whole mind, her whole soul. Then his shirt is gone. This time she was looking for it, trying to discern when it happened, and still she missed it.

There are no paddles, no canes, no thick ropes, no trussing. Indeed no blindfolds, hooks in the roof or bottles of lubricant for easier access of hereto closed entrances. Yet somehow she finds her arms pinned to the bed above her head and her hips held in place by the pressure of his, while his mouth devours her body, claims it for his own. This is a purely 'vanilla' version of the events from the past few days. Had she not just lived through said events, she would likely not even have stopped to reflect on his actions, it is only in retrospect she can see what they symbolize. And, even in the light of that knowledge, she finds that it blows her away. She wants this, she wants him!

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He feels her surrender to him, heart and soul. A part of him is happy. For a moment he is tempted to ignore or at least bypass his scenario. But only a part of him, and only for a moment. Instead of releasing the scenario and just going with the flow he removes his mouth from hers and takes a deep but unnecessary breath, it has been more than a millennium since his body needed oxygen.

Looking at the girl who impressed him with her cultural awareness and stimulating conversation he is still thankful for these qualities, yet for the next hour or so it is his intent to draw on completely different skills. If not yet acquired, he will help her attain them. That, obviously, is the whole point of this exercise. What is a training session without training? Despite him needing this for release and preparation, he still wants to make it count.

He breaks the passionate kiss and stares into her eyes. Just one moment of respite for her, and him, as there are some things he needs to know. 'Tell me, little one…' he starts and then hesitates before continuing. She simply nods for him to continue. 'Previous to the activities introduced by me and my brother, what was your preference regarding the experience of closing your plump lips around a man's' most private piece of anatomy? ' She looks at him in confusion and he realizes his manner of speech may have been to flowery to get his actual question across.. He tries again, more bluntly;

'Fellatio… What is the word for it these days? Ah yes… Do you like giving head?' Her eyes widen at his crude words and she shakes her head slightly, not in response to his question but in slight shock at hearing these words come out of his normally so refined mouth. The same mouth she discussed the great composers with last night. He continues with a barrage of questions on the same subject; ' Have you ever deep throated? Did you like it? Do you know the technique?''

She simply shakes her head again, this time in response. Using every ounce of control she can muster she manages to squeak out a shaky 'No.'

He is not fazed, the inquiry continues. 'No what? No you don't like to give head? No you have never deep-throated? No you don't know the technique? You need to elaborate, little one, or I will not know where to start teaching you how to please me. Remember, training is in session, so tell me what I need to know and we can start focusing on the things you need to learn.' He lifts an eyebrow while he looks at her. As he was talking he took the opportunity to unzip his pants and step out of them, dropping his tight black CK boxers to the ground along with his dress pants. Now he was…

Well, even if she would have had a good answer to any of his questions, she's not sure she could have gotten the words out, distracted as she is by the sight of his erect and seriously sizable penis engulfed in his right hand. Staring at it she cannot help but recall what it felt like when he drove that into her, in every possible opening. Just the memory of the final session when he had used it to take the only virginity she had left, thrusting into her from behind while his brother filled her from the front and bringing her to a screaming climax in the process brings a beet red blush to her cheeks and she drops her eyes to the floor.

'Well?' He asks her again, a note of irritation in his voice. 'Don't make me ask you again – I thoroughly detest having to repeat myself.' The fear of this unspoken threat takes her out of her reverie as her sub conscious realizes answering is probably the best option. She takes a deep breath to steady her voice.
'No Master, I don't have the answer to your questions of what I like or don't like. No, I don't know the technique. My boyfriend never asked me to… so I never…' she hesitates; 'Yours is the first… ummmm…. Private Part… that has been in my mouth.' Her admission brings a small smile to his lips. What a pleasant surprise. She has talent, this he already knows from personal experience, so her inexperience is more of a positive challenge than anything else. This, however, is for another day. Today has a different agenda.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and motions for her to get up and stand between his legs. She complies, gingerly trying to shield her nakedness with her arms until he takes them and places her hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing her wrist with his thumbs. He looks her deep in the eye. 'You will enjoy this.' he says, and she strangely believes him. There was no compulsion, just an honest statement, and he never lied to her. She shivers, not from cold, as she tries to relax and stand steady as his hands leave her wrists to explore new realms. He gently caresses the woman in front of him, his hands travelling over her thighs, her hips, and her waist, to finally reach her perky globes. Enclosing them in his palms the rough skin at the center rubs delightfully at her sensitive nipples, immediately causing the buds to harden and elongate.

'Only for pleasure, this time.' he murmurs against her skin as his mouth follows the same trail his right hand just travelled, while that hand leaves her breast and curling around her back, sensually drawing a line down along her spine. His hand reaches her overly sensitive behind at the same time as his lips close around her hard nipple, the double sensation drawing a low, sensual growl from her lips. Her eyes are closed and her head tipped back. One of her hands leaves his shoulder and finds the hair at the back of his neck – trying to prevent her hand from pushing his mouth harder onto her nipple. God, she wants him! He chuckles, and the deep vibrations against her nipple send waves of previously unknown pleasure through her body. 'This. This is for pleasure.' He murmurs, right before his left hand, still resting on her breast, swiftly pinches her nipple and then glides up to the nape of her neck to fist her hair. The grip forces her head back and arches her back, pushing the nipple he already has in his mouth further towards him, and he uses the opportunity to bite down on it, hard. A single lightning strike of pain rushes through her body and a yelp leaves her lungs before the fist in her hair relaxes to stroke her neck and his mouth returns to its gentle ministrations.

This time, even though he is doing nothing different as far as she can discern, her breasts are even more responsive than before, each touch sending spirals of pleasure into her core. The same pleasure as before, only multiplied. She cannot think why or how, he floods her mind with the pleasure he brings with lips and hands. If he continues for long she thinks she could cum from this alone.

His mouth leaves her nipple and travels up past her collarbone, along her neck, his left hand sinking down to join his right on her backside, gently squeezing and kneading her buttocks as he kisses her pulse point. 'This is pleasure from pain, little one.' he murmurs against her skin. 'My pinch and bite sensitized the area, so now each touch brings more pleasure than before. A fair trade, no?' She can only moan in response. A very agreeing moan, she thinks.

He leans back a bit from her and stills, waiting for her head to return to the upright position and for her eyes to open onto his before continuing, he wants her full attention for her training. This is the only time he is planning to explain the concept so he wants to make sure she is listening. Once she looks at him, he continues, a small smirk playing on the edge of his lips. 'Now, little one, concentrate on the effects. There may be a pop quiz!' He chuckles. 'It goes something like… this!'

At the final word, one of his hands on her butt releases its grip, only to smack down a split second later in the same spot with a resounding whack. It hurts like hell! But, it is not at all like the caning. That pain was sharp and intense, too intense to have any other purpose than the pain itself. This pain is strong, but less sharp, and a moment after the slap hit her buttocks his hand returns in a gentle fashion to rub and caress her flesh. Pain from the blow still lingers, but the impact site is extra sensitized from his hard slap, every nerve-ending awoken and ready for new input. So, when his hand turns gentle and caring the feeling is exquisite. Disturbing, but exquisite. A mewl escapes her lips as she surrenders to the sensation, and to him.

He gazes at her with hooded eyes, enjoying her reaction. She really is special and he finds that he holds a significant degree of affection for this little human. That is, affection, ownership and arousal. He keeps rubbing her buttocks where his slap hit and sees her wanton reaction, so he dares an open question. 'What do you want me to do, little one? What do you long for me to do to you right now?' Even completely naked and writhing under his hands she manages to blush at the question. Or, more likely, to her minds answer to the question. After 10-15 seconds without an answer his right hand again leaves her flesh only to come down right across her lower buttocks and her sex in a rather vicious blow, aimed to punish her for not answering right away but still keeping on the right side of the pain/pleasure balance. When his gentle palm starts caressing the site of the slap the effects send shivers all through her body, and suddenly she knows the right answer. The one he wants to hear, and the one she wants to say, all rolled into one.

'I want you to spank me, Master. I want you to spank me for pleasure, not punishment. Then I want you to take me, in any way you want to. That is what I want, that is what I long for.' To her immense surprise she is completely honest in this request and his beaming smile again tells her she got this answer right.

'Your wish is my command.' He chuckles as he adjusts his body on the end of the bed. 'What a happy coincidence, as I want to spank you too. I have been waiting for two weeks to see that glorious ass of yours all pink from my palms while your center oozes its excitement.'

A light trilling sound is heard from the bed stand, just for a second. Elijah recognizes it as the alarm he set for 45 minutes before he will have to leave. He knows how caught up in the moment he can become, and although he doubts that She would slip his mind, it is better to be safe than sorry. Apparently the alarm was a good idea as more time has passed in conversation than he had intended. Important conversation, to be sure, yet still time spent talking instead of fucking. He growls lightly and flips her over his knee, the sudden change causing her to squeal. He drops the plan to have her place herself there, drops everything that is a waste of time. Her upper body is half on, half off the bed, her legs are mostly dangling in the air and her naked behind is propped up on his knee, already slightly pink from the previous couple of slaps he had ministered to it.

'I told you I had limited time and now it has almost run out,' he growls at her 'were you purposefully distracting me?' With that question his right hand is lifted into the air, only to come back down with force as he begins to spank her, eliciting both moans and whimpers from her small frame. He takes care, despite his upset words, not to strike hard enough to attempt to truly punish her, keeping on the right side of the border. He has worked up to this moment tonight, knowing the following steps will be much easier if she can admit, even if it is just to herself, that she indeed finds intense pleasure in this situation.

Every smack is fierce, yet controlled. Every slap stings. Yet each blow is followed by gentle caresses of the reddened area and no two slaps strike exactly the same place. She wails from the pain, she moans from the pleasure, until separating the wails from the moans or the moans from the wails becomes almost impossible. Her nipples are still tingling from his earlier administrations, her current position keeps them rubbing against the covers of the bed and adds to the sensations.

Just as she starts thinking she cannot bear any more, that the pain is overshadowing everything else, he stops. Both his hands rub her backside gently, every feather light touch enhanced by the blood right under her skin. It burns, but it burns in a good way. The way that feelings burn. The way that arousal burns. When one of his hands dip between her cheeks to stroke along her exposed sex she is not surprised that he finds it soaking wet, although she does not know when that happened. Probably amidst the moans and the wailing.

He trails a finger along her soaking slit, his other hand still caressing her buttocks. 'Pink is a very good color on you, my dear.' He chuckles. 'I have seen your ass from many different angels by now, but never has it looked as enticing as it does in this moment. I am almost sorry I am pressed for time.' With that he gently lifts her off his lap and places her, still face down, in the center of the bed. Carefully he pushes on one of her legs at a time, causing the knees to bend and coaxing them in under her body, similar to the way one may set up a mannequin just so in pose. Finally he is happy with her posture. Her head is resting on her hands and the soft silk sheets, her underarms crossed to create a makeshift pillow. The top half of her upper body rests heavily on the bed, while a sharp arch of the lower spine starts mid-back and reaches its apex at her angled hips. Her knees are pulled in under her, causing the angle and providing a resting place for said hips, which in turn support perfect twin globes of soft, sensitive flesh surrounding her wet core. Although her skin is fair, even pale, her buttocks are now a bright pink from his careful spanking, nearly matching the color of her glistening sex protruding between them.

This excited her, no doubt about it. Again he laments being pressed for time as he could have had so much fun with prolonging this but, as he reminds himself, despite the fact that She is not even aware that he is coming, he cannot keep Her waiting. Neither can he go there in the frustrated state he is in, not without danger. So, time to get this show on the road. Still stroking her pink backside he allows one hand to wrap around her hips, quickly finding the swollen outer center of her pleasure with his index and middle finger, while he maneuvers his body in place behind her. She gasps at every stroke of his fingers over her clit.
He leans forward, purring softly in her ear. 'I will fuck you now, little one. Hard.' Her body shivers in response to his crude words. Again, not from fear, oh no. 'You will feel my hips hit your tender ass at the bottom of every thrust, and you will explode from the sensation.' Once more she believes him, once more he is only telling her facts, not compelling. She tenses her body and attempts to push her backside closer to him, to finish the teasing motion that his cock at her entrance has begun.

The hand stimulating her swollen clit moves to her opening and she can feel his fingers spread her sex open wide. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slides his head into her. Then he stops and remains still except from the very slight rocking motion that keeps his tip moving inside of her. This time she gets the time to get used to him. This time every step is pleasurable, incredible, inhuman. His other hand reaches her chest and without warning he gives her nipple a sharp pinch, causing her to yelp. At the same time his cock slides another inch into her, immediately transforming the would-be-painful sensation from her nipple to blissful pleasure. Stalling his entry he begins rocking in this new place. 'What do you want?' he purrs again. She does not hesitate for a second before answering.

'You'

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A split second later he grants her wish, without further warning forcefully burying himself to the hilt in her wet heat. The force of the impact causes her slight frame to rock and pushes the air out of her lungs in a gasp that he finds most arousing. He knows that his hips hitting her burning ass will have smarted, but he doesn't give her a moment to recuperate. Instead he grabs a hold of her hips and starts pounding into her, relentlessly. Soon her whimpering gasps at the forceful intrusion and his hips slapping against her already stinging flesh turn to moans as her insides are impossibly stretched by his girth, over and over again, her juices overflowing and dripping down the inside of her thigh. The sight of his shaft, coated in her juices and effortlessly gliding in and out of her delicious pussy is extremely erotic to him, her rhythmic, wanton moans sound like music to his ears.

He angles his hips slightly to reach new depths, once again marveling that her small body can take his full size. Even while he is looking at his cock disappear to the very hilt in her over and over, it still seems impossible. It's not like he is complaining though. He leans forward and wraps his arms around her and then shifts his body, bringing her up to sit in his lap, back to his chest and still impaled on his cock. He easily manipulates her body to rise and fall along his shaft, his hips bucking up to meet her body on each down pull. Her gasps lose their last painful edge and turn into pure please, he notices one of her hands trailing close to her center, clearly with the intention of stimulating herself. He stills and grabs her wrist.

'No, little one. Although I would normally enjoy watching you pleasure yourself while I fuck you, there is no room for that in this scene. You may beg me to touch you, and perhaps I will listen, but you are not to touch yourself. Do you understand?' He emphasizes his question with a sharp thrust upwards, filling her to the brim. His head actually meets the back of her womb, the added stimulation almost making him come undone.

'But, Elijah… please…' she whimpers. 'I just need….' He stiffens but holds off responding for a second to see if she will catch herself, but she is apparently too far gone to realize that she has used his name. With only two simple rules to adhere to, he really cannot let this mistake slip. Catching her other wrist and transferring it to the same hand that holds her first he lifts her arms over her head and sets a punishing pace as he renews his thrusts into her core. He does not want to use pain to correct her, instead choosing a different sort of punishment, a very rewarding one.

'Oh, little one, we were almost at the finish line. You just had to mess up in the last minute, didn't you?' He groans in her ear in time with his thrusts, each one bringing him closer to his release. 'Whatever will I do with you?' His balls start tingling and this time instead of holding back he increases the speed and force of his thrusts even further until he reaches the point of no return, throwing his head back and panting as he empties his seed deep inside her, careful not to make any moves to bring her with him over the edge. His cum starts trickling out of her almost immediately and he lifts her off his lap, the swift motion of his cock completely exiting her causing her to wince.

Reaching down beside the bed to where her robe lays discarded, he removes the belt from its loops and with practiced ease ties her hands together, securing the end of the belt to the headboard before she even has a chance to realize what is happening. A quick pull downwards on her body stretches her arms above her, effectively immobilizing her. 'No touching yourself.' Grabbing the crumpled sheet he quickly tears a couple of strips from it, wrapping one around each of her ankles and securing them tightly around the lower bed posts. 'No grinding your thighs together either.' He smiles rather wickedly at her still panting form; she is clearly very hot and bothered. 'In short, no release for you, little one. That is your punishment for now.'

Leaving her rather shell shocked and panting on the bed after these recent and unexpected developments, he languidly stretches and stands up. He disappears into the bathroom and reappears a few minutes later with a towel around his waist, clearly having had a shower, before swiftly getting dressed, picking fresh underwear and a newly pressed suit. Minutes later he stands before her naked, tied up form, looking every inch the perfect, distinguished gentleman just out of a board room meeting. His gaze caressing her naked curves is not unfriendly as he smiles down at her.

'I must be going now, but my brother will join you shortly. How to handle your inability to remember simple rules from there on until I return will be up to him.' He winks at her 'Try to be a good 'Kitten' and don't use your claws, little one. Kol can be much less lenient than I.' She is still too shocked to get a single word out, instead she just stares at him with wide eyes. Is this really happening? He quickly gathers the last few items he needs from the room and leans over her to kiss her forehead. 'Know that I truly care for you, little one. I do what needs to be done for your benefit. I will miss you.' He surprises himself with realizing his words are completely true. He will miss her, even wishes he could stay. Maybe she is getting under his skin?

With a quick brush of his beautiful lips against hers, he is gone.

Chapter 5 : Little Letters - Part 1 (of 2)

Little letters of love (a.k.a. B/D, D/s, S/M)

The night hurries by outside the window, gray clouds streaking by a half moon that lends a silver glow to the world. Inside the study a petite human woman sleeps soundly, enveloped in the arms of the oldest and strongest predator on earth. Strangely enough, she is safe in his arms. For now.

A pink glow caresses the edges of the grey clouds, the night sky turns from black to navy blue as the dawn kisses the sky. The age old predator, with good hair, stares at the glowing embers that are all that remains of last night's comforting fire. He does not see them, is eyes are unfocused and seems to gaze through space and time. He is pondering his choices as he pictures Her face while unconsciously stroking the bare arms of the woman in his arms. She stirs at his touch, but does not wake. Elijah's mind wanders.

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It is time to go see Her again. He tries to stay away for as long as he can in-between visits, but sometimes he simply must see her. He allows himself these moments; it is no more than fair. God knows he has taken his share of the responsibility, still takes it, trying to keep his siblings in line. If what he needs to recharge his mental strength is to see Her from time to time, he does not see why he should deny himself this small concession? She is his benevolent drug, one that fills his soul and gives him strength to carry on. The half of him he never knew was missing. She is his greatest strength, She is his crippling weakness.

She must not know yet. Too young. She is too young…

She smells so good, she moves with such grace, Her very being attracts his soul and his body the way an electromagnet affects a small shard of iron, he cannot resist her pull. She does not know how she affects him and it is not time to show her, frustrating as this may may be a millennium old; He may be a vampire; However, he is still a man. When he is in her presence, that fact never fails to make itself known. He feels not only his still heart swell and throb at the slightest smile from Her lips, He fights the urge to rip the clothes from Her body and claim Her as his every moment he is in Her presence. The fact that he knows She will love it, need it, know they are destined; this does not make refraining any easier.

To put it crudely, each time he is in Her presence he gets the urge to take her six ways from Sunday; and not doing so almost kills him. It is not purely carnal lust; it is a lust of the soul that transcends yet mirrors into the flesh. He wants to; no he needs to own her. This is yet another reason why he tries to stay away as long as possible in-between visits. Much as he needs to see Her, it is pure torture and he must collect substantial strength to restrain myself. Or, he had to. Now, he has his little one.

He gazes fondly at the woman in his arms and tucks a strand of her hair that is tickling her nose back behind her ear. She mutters something incoherent and snuggles her body closer to his. Her gorgeous, responsive body. Just what he needs to catalyze the torture from near crippling to inconvenient.

Last night he was thinking of all the ways, some surprising, that she is able to fulfill his needs. At the point this particular one had not even hit him, yet pondering it now he feels it may be the most important one. Through thoroughly indulging in his little one he can go to see Her completely sated. This will not diminish her pull on him, but it will take the edge off, much as drinking a blood bag or two before going out among humans eases the blood lust. It is nothing like the real thing of course, but the urges become manageable. Yes, exactly like that. His little one is his sexual blood bag, how ironic!

He cannot hold back a small chuckle at this thought. Although Kol and he both drank from her 24 hours ago, his intentions are not for her to be live-in food, so for her to be a blood bag for him in a more metaphorical sense seems somehow fitting.

He glances out the window and sees that dawn has completely arrived. His plan is to visit Her this evening and She is less than an hour's drive from his current location so he can afford to let his little one sleep for a while longer, maybe he'll even give her time to break her fast before taking possession of her. Yes, that would probably best, he has no wish to mistreat her.

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The fact that he abducted her, kept her prisoner, hunted her down and is training her as a sub/slave without her consent or even a safe word does not cross his mind as mistreatment. In his opinion he is simply awakening her to her real purpose in life. Her unusual speed in responding to the training just confirms his beliefs. It will not be long now before she will no longer wish to leave, in fact no longer even able to phantom the thought. He will allow her more freedom then.

He gently rises from the couch, shifting her body in his arms to carry her bridal style. She remains mostly sleeping, stirring only a little, as he carries her up the stairs to her room and carefully places her on her bed to let her rest a little further as he arranges breakfast. He smiles with true warmth at the sight of her slight body curled up on the huge bed as he exits the room, aiming for the kitchen.

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In a completely different room of the house a young-looking yet ancient man is contemplating the situation and his own reactions to it. Some of these reactions border dangerously close on, dare he even think it? Feelings? He shudders, it makes him feel uneasy. He flexes his mind and sends a tendril in search of hers, to gauge her mood. Finding her pattern is beyond easy, he only has to search for the single mind inside the mansion that is not his brothers guarded cage.

When he latches on to it he notices, to his pleasured surprise, that she is sleeping despite it being mid-morning. Smiling slightly to himself he creates the small crack around the shell of her dream that allows him to enter.

Slipping through the crack Kol finds himself in a huge bedroom furnished only with a massive, four post bed. The white silk covers are littered with blood red rose petals. In the very center of the bed are a man and a woman, both naked. He can only see the back of the male, and the woman has her face buried in his chest. The man is cradling the softly crying woman inside a protective embrace and stroking her hair, whispering words of comfort to her.

'Shhhhh, baby. It will be alright. I'm here now, it will be alright. Shhhhh, darling, I will never leave again, you are safe now.'

The woman relaxes at his words and stops crying, lifting her tear stained face to gaze at the man with an expression of complete adoration. Kol immediately and without surprise recognizes Kitten; still he can barely contain his jealous rage when he sees her expression. He needs to find out who this 'white night' of hers is so he can kill him. Before he can step around the bed to get a good look at the man, Kitten speaks. 'I know, Master. I know I am safe with you.'

The man shakes his head and chuckles as he replies; 'Not Master, Kitten. I thought we spoke about this. Call me Kol.'

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In the kitchen Elijah finishes the breakfast tray for his little one and carries it up the stair to her, waking her gently by stroking her cheek. Her big, blue eyes open sleepily and a smile spreads across her face at the sight of the breakfast. She realizes she is famished.

'Did you have a pleasant sleep, little one?' Elijah notices she seems relaxed and content. 'Sweet dreams?' To his surprise a light blush spreads across her cheeks at his question, she simply nods and focuses all her attention on her food.

Elijah watches her eat and decides against asking what the cause of her blush was, she is allowed to have some inner thoughts to herself and frankly, he is not that interested.

'It is time to get back to your training, my sweet.' He sees her flinch and quickly 'You did really well last time, in the end. I am proud of you.' She blushes again, this time clearly as a result of his praise combined with the memories of the actions that incurred it. 'Thank you, Master.' She assumes that since he said training is starting again she can no longer call him by his name; his pleased smile at her response shows her she was correct.

'I have limited time for training today, little one, which is why we need to get started. I have other engagements that will keep me occupied this afternoon, perhaps even for a day or two.' Her eyebrows lift in surprise, he is going to leave her alone here? 'You should not be too bored however, nor harbor notions of escape. I am sure my brother will be more than happy to keep you busy.' He flashes her his trade mark crooked smile but all she can think about is Kol. She is going to be alone here with Kol. Oh, dear.

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'For this session however, it will only be me. In reflection to how well you did last time and our pleasant conversation thereafter, I will endeavor to keep this session fairly light and not introduce any new rules. Assuming you do not, too blatantly, break the few simple rules already enforced, I do not intend to inflict more pain than is pleasurable. I think it is time you learn how much this calls to your soul.' He considers for a moment, his eyes becoming unfocused. 'In fact, I believe we will not even go to the room, I have no intention of using any tools on you that cannot be easily found in a bedroom.'

Her eyes widen at that. There are still a good amount of things in a bedroom that can inflict pain. The welts from the caning are gone, all the pain from the massive intrusions is but a memory after the blood she was fed, yet she still recalls it vividly. In an attempt to sway him she tries very hard to address him correctly and keep her eyes down as she asks; 'Master, must you inflict pain at all?'

'This is different, little one. This time it is not to punish you, it is to bring you pleasure.' He gives her a soft smile and gently caresses her backside. 'Do you recall our first night?'

'Yes, I do' she replies, quickly appending a 'Master' at his raised eyebrow and sudden cold expression. Elijah's face immediately softens and she breathes a small sigh of relief. 'Good catch little one, I would have hated it if you made a liar out of me immediately.' He confuses her completely and he chuckles at her dumbfound expression. He attempts to clarify;


'I just stated that this will be for your pleasure, not for punishment. Had you not caught yourself just now I would have had to punish you, thus making my previous statement a lie. I would not have liked that.' His eyes are hard, but soften as soon as he has vocalized his explanation 'But you did catch yourself, so the question is moot. Anyway, on our first night "together" here I spanked you lightly. It almost made you cum. Do you recall that?'


Beginning to see what he means, yes she certainly recalls that event, she nods her head slightly. She hadn't expected it, but it had sent waves of pleasure through her body. Even though his palm had strung somewhat on her buttocks, the pleasure obtained from the highly sensitized skin far outweighed the small pain necessary to get there. Yes, she could see what he meant. Her body relaxes, along with her facial expression. 'I do recall, Master. It was not unpleasant beyond the first shock. Are you telling me that your intentions are to repeat that performance?'

'No, so early on in your training there is really no reason to repeat anything. Also, that was simply a few test slaps to judge your reaction, which indeed was favorable. So we will try other things, and a little bit harder, but not as hard as during the times you were punished.' He smirks slightly as he knows he will not have to repeat any acts in a very long time, he has always been creative in the bedroom and there are many, many things left to try. With great age comes great experience, at least in his case. 'The point is to stay on the right side of the pain/pleasure border. Now, to make sure we are keeping on the pleasure side of things, are you familiar with the concept of a "safe word"?'

She nods quickly, after all who hasn't read 'Shades' by now? She enjoyed reading it, even after it was labeled mommy-porn. It was exciting, but she never EVER contemplated living it, it is the kind of thing that remains best buried in fantasies. And then Elijah came along… Yes, she has compared her situation to the best-seller, but in her opinion there seems to be more differences than likenesses, at least what she's seen so far. Yes, the play room is there, the 'training' is there. But there are no limits, she has no control at all, she is not allowed to stop his or their actions and there is no contract. From what she's gathered, the sub's ability to choose what is too much for her (or him) is a central part of the BDSM culture and she has not been given that luxury at all. Neither have they eased her into it. But now here he is talking about pleasure and safe words. Her mouth forms a small 'o' in surprise as she realizes that he is actually going to give her control to stop his actions this time. She doesn't trust him to stop completely, but just the fact that he is willing to give her a safe word is a substantial improvement.

o-o-o-o-o-o

Elijah stays quiet, waiting for an answer beyond her quick nod. When she does not seem to take the hint he realizes he had better spell it out – he does not want to punish her for breaking a rule she may not have been aware of. 'When I ask you a question, little one, I expect an immediate and reverent answer. A bobbing or shaking head truly does not fulfill my expectations of your reverence and respect. You may nod, but you must also vocalize politely. I will let your actions slide this time as I had not spoken this quite obvious rule out loud to you, but consider this a final warning.' He stops talking and looks at her expectantly. She realizes that he is still waiting for the answer to his question. The fact that he asked it a while ago does not change the fact that he does not like repeating himself. She has to scrunch her brain to recall exactly what the question was, it takes a few seconds. Luckily her pause was not so long as to upset him.

'Yes Master, I am familiar with the concept of a safe word, as well as many other aspects of dominant/submissive relationship*. May I ask a couple of questions, Master?'

Elijah is seriously shocked, he had truly not expected her to know anything about this lifestyle and he is incredibly curious where she may have learned about it. She has clearly never been trained, yet she is excellent sub material. If she had previously met a Dom and learned what she knows from him, she would most likely already be trained. He is surprised and curious enough to concede her rudeness in answering his question with such verbosity instead of the required 'Yes, Master'

'You may, little one, after you have told me where you have gleaned your knowledge. Even the fact that you are aware of the term surprises me I must admit.' He frowns. 'I am not a big fan of being surprised.'

'I am sorry, Master!' Elijah is mollified by her immediate apology and relaxes, simply nodding to her to prompt her to actually answer his question.

'Well… There is a rather unusual fad in literature at the moment. There is a top-selling book about, what's the term? BDSM. Many terms are explained. It is very explicit.' She blushes again. This is ridiculous, why does she blush when talking about an erotic book after what this man has personally put her through during the past few days? She guesses it has to do with their bonding yesterday. She suddenly finds herself shy before him again.

'A "fad", you say?" Elijah grins widely. 'How popular is it?'

'Very popular, Master. Top-selling. There are even spin-off DYI books.' She giggles. 'As it turns out, more people than you could have guessed, mainly women, are intrigued by the subject – as long as it stays on a fantasy or light level. They're even making a movie now.'

'And you, little one? Were you "intrigued"?' She blushes a deeper shade of pretty pink. 'Yes.' Again she catches the storm cloud passing over his features and hurries to make amends. 'I mean, y-y-yes Master! I was intrigued, but only as a fantasy, Master. I never wished to...' She falls silent when his index finger hits her lips in a shushing motion. 'Quiet, little one. It is good that you have some basic knowledge but feel assured that whatever you read is not what is going on here. I will read this book and then enlighten you as to what is correct and what is not.'

From what he understands humans play the lifestyle as a power game where much of the power lies with the submissive, in specific the power of whether to continue or not. He and his brothers only graciously share that kind of control in the non-penalty situations, such as this one, which is why the safe word question arose.

Yes, of course only for the pleasure part, never for training or correcting. It really nullifies the point of discipline and punishment if the receiver has the power to stop it at any time. He snorts to himself yet again at the folly of humans.

He sighs 'I grow weary of talking; I have much more interesting activities in mind. Yet, I believe I promised you that you may ask a couple of questions – that means two questions, by the way – and I am a man of my word so go ahead, ask.'

She realizes his patience is wearing thin and tries to ask only the most important thing to her. 'You are offering me a safe word today, should there not then be discussed limits, or a contract, or something…?' Her voice trails off, she really only knows what she's read in that book about this, and he has already stated what is going on her is not the same – but she had to ask. Anything that will give her more control, any control, would be welcome, despite how surprisingly pleasurable the very lack of control sometimes feels to her.

Elijah is fascinated that society has changed to the point where a book about the lifestyle can become a best seller and even a movie. The fact that even his rather innocent little one has read it and is already familiar with the basic terminology certainly means that some explanations and discussions will be easier. Of course, his personal version is only vaguely related to the games humans play between themselves. It makes sense that she would want to know these things so he decides to try to give her an honest answer.

'Regarding limits it is enough for you to know that the only limits between us are those I wish to implement, hard or otherwise. You can ask me to refrain from something, but I make no promises. However, I do sincerely wish to bring you pleasure as well as taking it for myself, so I will endeavor to listen.' He pauses for a moment and strokes her hair. She feels like a response is expected from her as he seems pleased with this concession.

'Thank you, Master.' She says softly, hoping she judged him right. His beaming smile towards her shows her it was a hit, not a miss.

'For the same reason,' he continues 'there is no contract. The rules and limits are set by me and subject to change by my decision. As you are in training I am easing you into the rules, adding one here and there. By now you know the proper form of address and to always answer my questions vocally and respectfully, along with a multitude of smaller rules. I have no need to write these down to remember them – if you feel you have the need I will supply you with a pen and paper, otherwise I will simply expect you to remember my rules. This is all you need to know.'

She nods, understanding her situation better now. There will be no control for her.

o-o-o-o-o-o

There is no more time for talking. Something ancient and smoldering, something he usually keeps under lock and key, lights up behind Elijah's eyes and merges with his being, making him whole. He rarely feels so alive as he does when he unlocks this door, no longer suppressing parts of himself, of what he truly is. The Monster awakens, and to a human woman it is completely irresistible.

'As I said before we are staying here. There are several reasons. Firstly, I need to go soon and I want to be able to stay with you as long as possible and not have the bother of the room. Secondly you have just been initiated and I can see that you are trying, so I think some slightly vanilla flavored reward is in order. One must enjoy vanilla to fully appreciate the subtle differences in flavor.' Elijah chuckles deep in his throat.

He/It/They turn his/their attention to her. She smells edible, while his pheromones maker her body shiver.

Not in fear. Oh no, definitely not in fear… He/they reach out to her and lay her body down on the mattress, upper body leaning over her and dominating her with presence alone. His/their (hitheir?) legs slide over hers, pinning her in place. It is difficulty to decide how to handle this. He does not like to release control. It does not like to release control. Maybe, just maybe, there is no difference between him and it. Maybe it's only 'them'. No, that's wrong too. Let's try again.

Embracing his monster, Elijah releases the hard-to-uphold boundary between the man he wants to be and the man he is. Him? It? They? The separate entities waver, twist and merge. There is a brief struggle, and he does not know what part won or lost – only that he emerged victorious. There is no he/it/them.

There is only Him.