CH 8 - Count Your Blessings - 2

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The Joy of the Hunt Chapter 7

His Name Is Darkness

(Count Your blessings - 2)

His mouth reclaimed hers in a softer no but less intense kiss while a hand started painting patterns on her skin, slowly gliding past her collarbones and down the side of her breasts. His other hand sneaked behind her neck, taking a firm but gentle grip around the back of her head to lift it deeper into the kiss. The way his tongue played with hers and his possessive yet oddly caring gestures caused yet a new wave of moisture to pool between her legs.

She really liked this Kol, he was reminiscent of the Kol in her safe place, the one sheltering her and making her feel safe. Enveloped in these feelings she had no problem submitting her whole being to his ministrations; her body and her soul equally caught up in the intense emotions he brought her. Consensual release of control into his hands brought a strange and intense feeling of satisfaction. Her inner conversation upon waking, disturbing as it was, started to make a lot more sense. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was made for this.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud moan, breaking her reverie. It took her a few seconds to realize it came from her own lips. Kol's hand had found her right breast and was now rolling her very erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his tongue played with the skin just behind her ear in just the right spot. ‘Mmmmm, yes, there!’ She couldn't prevent the words escaping her lips and she didn't want to. Her whole being was still basking in the glow of her complete submission to him and the intense feeling of rightness. As if on cue, he lifted his lips from her neck and caught her gaze with his bottomless gaze.

‘Such a good girl.’ He purred, sending another wave of lust through her body. ‘Now, who do you belong to, Kitten?’ He cocked his head to the side while she was still drowning in his eyes. ‘I want to hear you say it.’

‘You, Master. You, Kol.’ His brilliant smile nearly took her breath away and she realized he accepted both names for now. Her inner voice’s final words came back to her and in her relaxed bliss she dared test them, desperately hoping this would not break the magic.

‘You, lover.’

She felt his whole body stiffen for a second and she nearly cursed out loud at her own stupidity for pushing this too far. Then in a movement too swift for her mind to follow his hand left her chest and moved around to cup her ass while the one on her neck tightened its grip. He crushed her body against his, his face buried in the nape of her neck for a brief moment before moving up to place the most erotic of kisses she had ever experienced on her bruised lips.

Ok, so it wasn’t that stupid.
Told you! I think he lo…
Shut up!

Relaxing his almost suffocating grip around her, his hand slipped around her hip and found her slick folds. Her hips bucked into his touch and the hand on her neck released its grip to instead fix her lower body to the bed, while two fingers spread her open for him and a third found her swollen clit. Her resulting reflexive tension caused him to press down harder on her hip, keeping her still under his ministrations.

‘No, Kitten, be still. You do not control this, I do.’ Fresh moisture flooded from her core at his dominant tone and she did her best to relax her tense muscles, just enjoying the moment. ‘And, I think that is just how you like it. Isn’t it, Pet?’ The proud grin on his face was just about the sexiest thing she had ever seen; she nodded her agreement and flashed him a smile. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she thought she saw him take an unnecessary breath when her smile hit him.

His finger on her nub was quickly joined by another, this time his thumb. Working together and in different patterns his expert fingers quickly had her climbing the mountain of desire again until she was nearing the top. At this point his gaze released hers as he moved his face down her body and her eyes snapped shut, leaving her completely submerged in the delicious sensations. Her breathing came ever faster and became shallower, until it could only be described as panting.

When his lips closed around her nipple the sensation intensified and she let out a kitten-like mewl. She felt his chuckle vibrate around the nipple he was busy worrying with his tongue and teeth as he murmured ‘I knew that was an apt name for you, Kitten.’ Her body jerked as much as it could under his grip as his fingers picked up speed on her sensitive clit. The edge of the cliff was coming ever nearer and he had every intention of pushing her off it.

Something caused her to open her eyelids, only to find his eyes burning into hers. He momentarily released her nipple from his lips, moving the hand restraining her hip up to cover her other breast before speaking.

‘Cum for me now, Kitten. And Do not forget to count. Now, CUM!’

Moments after the last word was out of his mouth it returned to her nipple. Suddenly everything pinched at once, spiking her pleasure to heights previously unseen. His teeth bit down on her left nipple, his left hand squeezed her right breast and, most intense of all, his right thumb and forefinger pinched down on her clit just hard enough to almost be painful. The sensations were beyond words. Her body did not hesitate a second before plunging over the edge of the cliff as a climax even stronger than the last one enveloped her in red hot bliss.

She wanted nothing more than to please him and follow his commands, but at first her scream of release contained no words at all – only emotions, and lots of them. His fingers and teeth never relented; in fact he only intensified his efforts; drawing her climax out until it became nearly unbearable. When she finally regained control of her facilities she concentrated everything she had on pleasing him, making sure that the first word out of her mouth was the one he had requested.

‘TWO! Two, Master.’

Once the requested words were past her lips others came tumbling out. His name, repeated like a mantra, explicit swearwords she didn't even know she had in her vocabulary, desperate pleas, even prayers.

His boyish grin rewarded her for her efforts and again he stroked her, this time allowing his hand to gently pet her hair. His lips softly found hers again and she could barely make out the words as he mumbled into their kiss. ‘Good girl. You are such a good girl, Kitten.’

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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to anything related to The Vampire Diaries, I am only having fun with some of the characters. 

In short, this is fanfiction. Elijah is God and I am his prophet
(Sorry Daniel, it's not you, it's your character!)