Vampire Diaries Elena And Damon Dance の小説・ストーリー

‎**Elena's POV** ‎"Fuck me harder, Damon. Yes right there, Mmm... fuck me more. Ple...ase.." I moaned loudly as Damon kept pounding me hard from behind. ‎My name is Elena, and Damon is my stepbrother, my hot stepbrother. Our parents had gone on a five-day trip, and here we are, fucking sense out of our heads the very first day our parents had left. ‎"Yes... right there.. Deeper.. Please," I kept begging as he continued banging me.

A dangerous glint shone in Damon’s eyes. I stood up. The hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. "I, Elena, reject you, Damon, as my mate." The words hung in the air for a second before the room erupted in gasps. A storm of energy exploded in the hall. Every wolf felt the soul-tearing agony. The excruciating pain of an Alpha’s mate bond being violently severed. The crystal chandelier swung wildly, and glasses on the tables shattered. The Elders clutched their chests, their faces ashen.

Damon walked to the door, a mocking smile on his lips. I sat up in bed and walked over to him. "Let him in," I said softly. "It's time for the show to begin." The moment the door flew open, Ethan stormed in, flanked by the Elders. His eyes landed on me—my messy hair, the way I stood beside Damon—and they turned bloodshot with rage. "Elara! Get away from him! That bastard—" His words choked in his throat. His gaze locked on my neck. On the raw, crimson mark marring my skin.

The band strummed a romantic tune, and couples were swaying together under the lantern lights. “Care to dance?” Damien’s hand positioned in front of me. Before I could word out my response he grabbed my hands taking me to the center of the stage while Lily was left in priest’s care. Priest had come along with us for safety reasons. “Damien—” “Relax, Elena. It’s just a dance,” he murmured, his grip firm but gentle. His warmth surrounded me as we moved to the slow melody. I was self conscious of the way his large hands rested on my waist, the way his scent—clean and woody—wrapped around me.

“Anything Damian has promised you, I can double it. No, triple it. All I want is for you to get lost and never show yourself in front of him again.” “Okay,” Elara responded with an evil smile plastered on her face. She knew that this woman in front of her wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, ma’am.” With that, she rose to her feet and approached Damian. She tiptoed, grabbed his tie, and kissed him. Damian was momentarily stunned by Elara’s bold move, his eyes widening in surprise. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, a clear sign of his commitment. His mother watched in horror.

Without hesitation, I made my way toward him. Damon looked up just as I reached him. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed myself against his chest, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He stiffened in surprise before his arms came around me. “Natalia?” he whispered, too low for anyone else to hear. “What’s wrong?” “Just dance with me,” I murmured against his skin. “Please.” Without another word, Damon guided me to the dance floor, pulling me close as we began to sway to the music. Over his shoulder, I could see Andrei and Lilith dancing several feet away. Andrei’s eyes found mine instantly, like he had some kind of radar on me.

He made Marcus hold the camera while Elena sucked Damien’s cock, then while Damien fucked her from behind. At one point, Damien even let Marcus fuck Elena’s mouth while he railed her pussy, the two men using her body together. By the end of the night, Elena was a trembling, cum-covered mess. Damien had cum inside her twice and across her breasts once. Marcus had added his own load down her throat. As they prepared to leave, Damien handed Marcus a USB drive. “Edit the best parts together,” he said with a smirk. “I want a highlight reel of me claiming your wife.”

I looked up at the stars, drawing in a deep breath. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Liam. Really.” He looked over at me, his expression unreadable. “Anytime, Elena.” We continued walking through the stillness of the night, the forest around us alive with whispers and memories. When Liam stopped abruptly, I turned to face him, feeling the weight of his gaze. “Elena,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and my heart skipped a beat. His expression softened, but his gaze held a depth that left me breathless. “Will you… will you accept me as your mate?”

The most intimidating things vampires could do weren't even phasing her. Dane's eyes slowly cleared as they continued to stare at one another. Once the blackness was mostly gone, he leaned down and kissed her. Kissed her... after she slapped him. Wow. I whispered, "I will never understand the dynamics here, I swear." Deirk laughed. "You're trying too hard. They love each other. It's just that simple." Dane turned to Deirk. "You two could do what you wanted, you know. I'll stay here and... talk to her while you explore for a while."

"said Damon laughing . "Yeah so i don't miss any class .Come on now get up " said Cynthia . "No i don't want to . I feel like i am in heaven "said Damon sounding like a puppy . "Oh shutup" Cynthia said and blushed . They both stood up and started walking toward the dance hold . "Leave my hand Damon .Evryone is staring at us ." said Cynthia . "Of course they will the tombstone king with his girlfriend , they need gossips .Who cares ." said Damon .