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turnonmyheelsFandom: The Vampire Diaries
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode. This part human Vicki
Spoilers: Through 1.6 Lost Girls
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moosesal For the beta.
Previous parts here
With every beat of her heart, her body pulsed. Her arms and legs felt light as feathers, as if any second she would start to float up, up, up until she reached the railing on the second floor where Damon was dancing. God, this shit was fucking awesome. Vicki couldn’t remember ever doing anything that felt like this, nothing came close. Maybe that one time she mixed some oxy and coke on a mirror, but no, not even that, because she felt like absolute shit after. She’s come down from this twice and felt fine. She didn’t even crave more; this blood thing was take it or leave it, and Vicki was going to fucking take all she could get.
She ran her hands through her hair and got lost in the texture of the wavy mass; she danced toward a patch of sunlight and bent over at the waist so she could see the sun stream through her hair and burnish it gold and red. Fingers tickled her spine, grabbed her by the belt loops on her pants, and heaved her backward out of the sun and into the shadows.
“Can I have some more?” She smacked her lips, already anticipating the sweet burn of the blood.
Damon grinned and bit his arm. She reached for it and nearly wept when he held it over his head where she couldn’t reach. “Only if I can have some too.”
“Duh!” Vicki rolled her eyes and held out her arm. “All you can eat. Gimme.”
Damon bit his arm again because the wound had already healed. She grabbed his arm and brought it to her mouth and moaned when the blood hit her tongue. It was sweet like Buttershots but burned like whisky. She could feel it hit her bloodstream the second she tasted it. Vicki didn’t feel Damon’s teeth slide into her skin or the uncomfortable tug of blood leaving her body. Her existence melted away until all that was left was the blood on her tongue, the skin her dull teeth bit into, gnawing the flesh, working the wound back open until the blood was flowing freely.
“No, no, no.” She whined as Damon wrenched his arm out of her grip. “Please, don’t take it away.” She reached for his arm. “Come on, Damon, I want more!”
“Later.” He caught both her wrists in one hand and forced them behind her body. “I want something now.”
“What?” Her heart was pounding, she could hear it inside her own head and it was kind of freaking her out. In the very best way.
“I want to fuck you.” Damon released her hands and stepped back.
Vicki pulled her tank over her head and tossed it on the ground. “So fuck me.”
He moved like lightning. One second they were still half-dressed in the living room and the next they were naked on a bed and he was in her. Fucking her. His thrusts were brutal. She could feel him hitting that wall inside of her and normally she would scream in pain because it hurt but the blood took the pain away, left her high and floating and tingling and throbbing. It made her want more. More. More.
“MORE.” She gasped out between breaths. “Come on. Fuck me harder.”
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and gave her more. It was more than fucking. It was an attack, wild and animalistic. She could hear noises that sounded weird, inhuman, and suddenly realized they were coming from her. Damon’s fingers dug into her hips and then she could feel him coming inside her. “No, no, no, no.” She shook her head even as she buried her face in the mattress. He pulled out of her and she was empty. Empty and hollow and still pulsing, still throbbing. Aching with the emptiness and desperate to come. “No, please, don’t be finished, don’t be, please, please no.”
“Shut up, Vicki.” She was on her back again and he was hard and inside of her and strumming her clit with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. “It’s not finished until I say it’s finished.”
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Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode. This part human Vicki
Spoilers: Through 1.6 Lost Girls
Thank you
moosesal For the beta. Previous parts here
With every beat of her heart, her body pulsed. Her arms and legs felt light as feathers, as if any second she would start to float up, up, up until she reached the railing on the second floor where Damon was dancing. God, this shit was fucking awesome. Vicki couldn’t remember ever doing anything that felt like this, nothing came close. Maybe that one time she mixed some oxy and coke on a mirror, but no, not even that, because she felt like absolute shit after. She’s come down from this twice and felt fine. She didn’t even crave more; this blood thing was take it or leave it, and Vicki was going to fucking take all she could get.
She ran her hands through her hair and got lost in the texture of the wavy mass; she danced toward a patch of sunlight and bent over at the waist so she could see the sun stream through her hair and burnish it gold and red. Fingers tickled her spine, grabbed her by the belt loops on her pants, and heaved her backward out of the sun and into the shadows.
“Can I have some more?” She smacked her lips, already anticipating the sweet burn of the blood.
Damon grinned and bit his arm. She reached for it and nearly wept when he held it over his head where she couldn’t reach. “Only if I can have some too.”
“Duh!” Vicki rolled her eyes and held out her arm. “All you can eat. Gimme.”
Damon bit his arm again because the wound had already healed. She grabbed his arm and brought it to her mouth and moaned when the blood hit her tongue. It was sweet like Buttershots but burned like whisky. She could feel it hit her bloodstream the second she tasted it. Vicki didn’t feel Damon’s teeth slide into her skin or the uncomfortable tug of blood leaving her body. Her existence melted away until all that was left was the blood on her tongue, the skin her dull teeth bit into, gnawing the flesh, working the wound back open until the blood was flowing freely.
“No, no, no.” She whined as Damon wrenched his arm out of her grip. “Please, don’t take it away.” She reached for his arm. “Come on, Damon, I want more!”
“Later.” He caught both her wrists in one hand and forced them behind her body. “I want something now.”
“What?” Her heart was pounding, she could hear it inside her own head and it was kind of freaking her out. In the very best way.
“I want to fuck you.” Damon released her hands and stepped back.
Vicki pulled her tank over her head and tossed it on the ground. “So fuck me.”
He moved like lightning. One second they were still half-dressed in the living room and the next they were naked on a bed and he was in her. Fucking her. His thrusts were brutal. She could feel him hitting that wall inside of her and normally she would scream in pain because it hurt but the blood took the pain away, left her high and floating and tingling and throbbing. It made her want more. More. More.
“MORE.” She gasped out between breaths. “Come on. Fuck me harder.”
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and gave her more. It was more than fucking. It was an attack, wild and animalistic. She could hear noises that sounded weird, inhuman, and suddenly realized they were coming from her. Damon’s fingers dug into her hips and then she could feel him coming inside her. “No, no, no, no.” She shook her head even as she buried her face in the mattress. He pulled out of her and she was empty. Empty and hollow and still pulsing, still throbbing. Aching with the emptiness and desperate to come. “No, please, don’t be finished, don’t be, please, please no.”
“Shut up, Vicki.” She was on her back again and he was hard and inside of her and strumming her clit with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. “It’s not finished until I say it’s finished.”
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