A Serious Witch Kink

Some would call it an Aedipical complex, Klaus just calls it as it is : a serious witch kink.



He had always thought witches made for the very best sex partners. The way their blood smelled and tasted was such a powerful aphrodisiac, it made him rock-hard in a matter of seconds... and the way he could feel their power humming under their skin while he held them and caressed their most intimate places was titillating as well. It was even better, when he could taste their power growing thicker in their blood while he aroused them and fucked them.



This is how Klaus became fixated with the idea of screwing Bonnie Bennett.

Even if her power was much diminished now , she had almost killed him, months ago. It had left quite the impression on him.

And then there was what she had told him herself: 'If you need to take it out on someone, take it out on me'.

So, before leaving Stefan to his devices and leaving the town, Klaus decided that the little witch was going to get exactly what she deserved.



She was startled when she found him in her bedroom, standing over her bed. She came awake with grasp while he fondled her bra-less breasts through the flimsy cotton of her tank top.



He placed his palm over her mouth and reminded her of her offering in a silky voice, while his other hand pulled up her tank top, baring her flat stomach.



"I am going to get a bite of you, and you will be quiet while i do it, because if your father wakes up, i'm going to be forced to tear his heart out. Do you understand?"



After a beat of unsteady silence, little Bonnie nods with a trembling chin, her green eyes so wide but not as scared as they should be, shining with the determination of staying strong even before this.

Such a foolish, sweet little martyr. He fists her hair and pulls her up, supporting her head gently so the lovely arc of her neck is exposed.

He sinks his fangs in the soft, warm flesh between her neck and shoulder, gently- Bonnie whimpers a little, clenching her eyes shut against the pain. He smiles against her skin as he drinks deep and hard, slowly so the flavor of her will linger in every part of him before he shallows. His cock responds to the taste of mingled purity and power, twitching and aching to sink into her too.

But Klaus waits, his hands running up and down her shoulders and back soothingly, until he knows she must be lightheaded, helpless.

When he lays her down on the mattress her eyes have grown dazed, her lips are disclosed and bloodied - she must have bitten her tongue in the effort to keep quiet.

"Such a brave, willful good girl..." he murmurs, almost meaning it as an endearment, and bends down to lick the blood off her lips. She doesn't protest when his tongue slides inside, possessing her mouth, doesn't notice as his fingers pull on the straps of her tank top and rip the garment in two useless pieces.



"No" she protests, brows furrowing as he draws back and she finally feels the air on her bare breasts. Her nipples are pointy and tight as tiny diamonds, and he pushes her back again against the mattress, his tongue and teeth playing with those brown pebbles.

He sucks them hard until his fangs come out again- then he sucks even harder, drawing her blood in his mouth.

"No" Bonnie moans again, faintly, and it's a warning bell because he doesn't want her unconscious when he violates her virginity.

Klaus pulls back, pulls down his pants to stroke a few times his erection while he watches the pretty witch writing under him.

She is so beautiful, with marks of his fangs over her flesh, her blood smeared on her chest.

"Nice breasts" he compliments her, slapping the fleshy mounds around, playfully, just to see them bouncing. He loves the glare that comes his way in response, because where would it be the fun in this, if she was easy?

"I’m going to fuck you anyway “He warns generously, his eyes flashing golden in the dimly lit room "You might as well enjoy it. Just relax. Feel me touching you. Watch me touching you..."

Obedient and resentful, Bonnie keeps her bright eyes on him as he tears off her shorts too, and then her underwear.

He thumbs her clit roughly, rubbing in slow, knowing circles, smiling wide as she grows sopping wet, her juices running down her thighs and the crack of her ass, her hips twisting jerkily up to meet his hand by pure instinct.

"Ah, don't... don't-"

Klaus inhales deeply the spicy scent of her arousal like it's victory and it is. Her pretty face is twisted in an almost ugly grimace that is half-pleasure and half-torment.

"Tell me, witch-bitch- what is you want so badly, uh? Tell me!"

But she doesn't speak, just turns her head from side to side, frantically, like she's trying to drive the pleasurable sensations out of her body.

He chuckles, amused at her stubbornness, and decides he will punish in some other way than another lover-bite on those soft looking thighs of hers.



He spreads her wider, places the tip of dick against her virgin, dripping opening. "Do you want this, witch-bitch? Beg for it!"

Bonnie tries to twist away , whimpering like the bitch in heat she smells like right now, but he holds her hips down with an iron grip.

His laugh is short and low, mocking. "Come on, Bonnie. Who are you wet for?"

He shoves three fingers inside her, pleased to find her slippery and sticky and tight as he forces his way through her hymen. Even while she cries out in pain, her hips arch up violently toward him, jumping off the bed .

"Klaus…Klaus! Please!" she mouths in an half-stifled moan.

"Feel good, bitch?" he teases her, almost tenderly, cradling her cheek with his other hand.

He goes all the way in before he removes his fingers from her swiftly, licking her virginal blood from them with a low sound of pleasure.

"You win - Bonnie murmurs, breathless, raptly watching as he rubs his fingers together - Just stop this."

His smirk widens, gets meaner.

"Drop it." he snarls, moving inside her with one smooth, harsh stroke and he doesn't pause to give her time to adjust in between his rough thrusts. "You fucking love this, you little slut – you love me fucking you into your mattress while daddy is asleep two rooms away. You love my cock in your tight cunt – you can't lie to me, Bonnie, you're so sticky and wet and a breath away from coming all over me, even if it's your first time. Are not you?"

"Oh, god- she pants, her legs finally wrapping around his waist to draw him deep- fuck..."

"That’s right. Come for me, witch-bitch" he growls into her ear, loving, anticipating hungrily the moment she will surrender it all even more than the moment he will get to fill her with his seed.

In her olive eyes now he sees nothing but tears and lust- she follows his command and breaks into a whimpering, trembling mess of a girl that pulls his cock deeper and deeper until he, too, climaxes so hard than reality blurs.