Kol Mikaelson-The Wild Original

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"Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... deeper!"

Bonnie's voice was raw, her body writhing beneath me, completely surrendered to the moment. Her moans echoed in the room, untamed and unapologetic.

"Well, little Bennett," I growled, gripping her hips as I drove into her relentlessly, "do you yield yet?"

Her cheek pressed firmly into the pillow, and she screamed as I pushed harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her. The sound sent a thrill through me.

"My, my, such tightness," I murmured into her ear, my voice dripping with mockery and lust. "So wet for me. Your body doesn't lie, little witch."

Leaning down, I grazed my lips along the curve of her neck, teasing her skin with my fangs. My cock stirred inside her, hitting just the right spots, and I heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Do you accept defeat, darling?"

"Never," she spat through gritted teeth, her voice defiant even as her walls clenched around me like a vice.

"Such fire," I taunted, chuckling darkly. "But your body sings a different tune. Tell me, should I take just a bit more from you?"

Her only response was another fierce clench, and I groaned, the sensation pushing me to the brink. My instincts took over, and I bit down hard on her neck, the taste of her blood igniting a primal hunger. She cried out, her body trembling as her climax rippled through her.

"You taste divine," I muttered, my movements growing faster, more relentless.

When her body began to falter, I finally let go, spilling myself deep inside her. I pulled back just enough to whisper against her ear, "Perks of being a vampire, love. Never soft, as long as I'm fed."

She lay there, panting, her body quivering in the aftermath, but I wasn't done. Not yet.

"My little witch," I said, slitting my wrist with a sharp nail and pressing it to her lips. "Drink."

Her lips parted reluctantly, but as the blood slid down her throat, her color returned, her cheeks flushed a delicious pink. At the same time, I withdrew from her slowly, savoring every inch, letting her feel the drag that had her gasping anew.

"Ready for more?" I asked, smirking as her only response was a desperate moan.

"My, my," I said, lifting her with ease. With a flick of my hand, I bound her wrists above her head, magic weaving invisible ropes that left her suspended and vulnerable. She shivered as I kissed her fiercely, tasting the power crackling between us.

"You're stunning like this," I murmured, positioning myself at her entrance again. I slid in slowly, tormentingly, hitting every spot I'd discovered earlier. Her head fell back, her lips parted as gasps escaped her, but I wanted more.

"Tell me what you want, darling," I said, drawing out every movement, forcing her to the edge and keeping her there.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" she growled, her fiery spirit refusing to yield.

I chuckled, slowing down even more, teasing her. "Such manners, little witch. If you want me to finish, you'll have to beg properly."

Her eyes locked onto mine, blazing with defiance. "Fuck me, Kol," she said, her voice steady, daring.

"Now, that's the spirit," I purred, gripping her thighs tightly. I slammed into her, her cry music to my ears. With each thrust, I took her higher, her body writhing as I toyed with her nipples, grazing one lightly with my teeth.

"Am I permitted a drink, love?" I asked, pushing deeper into her sweet spot, making her arch beneath me.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice breaking with need.

"Good girl," I whispered, sinking my fangs into her breast. The taste of her blood mixed with the sounds of her climax was intoxicating. As she shattered once more, I held her tightly, drinking deeply and savoring every moment.

When she was finally still, I pulled back, licking my lips as I admired her spent form. "You're mine, Bonnie Bennett," I said, my voice dark and possessive. "And I'm far from done with you tonight.

After a long, heated session with Bonnie Bennett—who, for all her fire, had followed me out of high school to interrogate me—we found ourselves in a very compromising position. The argument between us had escalated quickly, the sparks of anger morphing into something much darker, much hotter.

Her arousal had hit me like a storm, the scent undeniable. Smiling smugly, I'd kissed her, and to my satisfaction, she'd kissed me back. And now, here we were.

She lay utterly spent atop me, her chest rising and falling against mine, her body still trembling from the aftermath. My cock was still buried inside her, twitching with satisfaction as I lazily ran a hand up and down her bare back, soothing her quivering form.

"This will not happen again," she said flatly, her voice laced with a defiance I knew all too well.

I smirked, shifting slightly to adjust myself inside her. She gasped softly as her walls clenched around me, betraying her. "Why not, little witch?" I teased, my tone dripping with mockery.

My hand trailed lower, slipping between us. As I caressed the curve of her other hole, running a finger lightly over it, I leaned in close to whisper into her ear, "I have a prediction for you."

She froze, her breath hitching, her body taut beneath my touch.

"You'll beg me to take this," I continued, my voice low and possessive. "Again and again. And when I do, when I finish with you, I'll make sure you remember every second of it—every change in expression, every twitch of your body, until it knows only me. Until it sings only for me."

I punctuated my words by sliding a single finger into her tighter hole, her body clenching reflexively. Her gasp was sharp, her loathing and pleasure warring in her expressive eyes.

Before she could speak, I flipped us effortlessly, pinning her beneath me with her legs thrown over my shoulders. We were eye to eye now, and I couldn't help but grin as I ground into her slowly, deliberately.

"You'll know no other man," I declared, my voice a dark promise. "Because no one else will satisfy you. Simple as that."

Her breath hitched as I thrust deeply, her head falling back, lips parting as she struggled for air. Her body shuddered with each slow, deliberate movement, and I savored the way she unraveled beneath me.

When I finally withdrew from her, taking my time to make her feel every inch of me, I smirked down at her. "You'll be mine," I said simply, the possessiveness in my tone leaving no room for argument. And before she could respond, I pushed back into her, claiming her again, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.

Her moans filled the room, and as she neared the edge once more, I caught her gaze, those green eyes of hers burning with a mix of hatred and desire. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, then leaned in to capture her mouth, letting her taste me as our tongues tangled. My fangs grazed her lips, and I bit down just enough to make her gasp, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I pounded her into the mattress.

Her body trembled violently as she came, her cries muffled against my mouth. I didn't stop, not yet. Her loathing, her defiance, and her pleasure—all of it fueled me, pushing me to claim her in every way.

And when we were both finally spent, I pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, "You'll never escape me, Bonnie Bennett."

Her glare, though fierce, was softened by the flush of satisfaction on her cheeks. For now, she was mine.

After that memorable encounter, I left Bonnie to rest and ventured out to find a drink in this miserable town. In Mystic Falls, there's only one place to go—the Mystic Grill. As I entered, the faint buzz of conversation and clinking glasses greeted me. At the bar, I spotted Niklaus, casually nursing a drink.

I signaled to the bartender. "Whiskey. Same as his," I said, nodding toward Nik.

Nik turned, his eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Kol, what are you doing here?"

I smirked, sliding onto the stool beside him. "Well, Nik, I could ask you the same. Slumming it, are we?"

As we bantered, she entered—the golden-haired beauty that had my brother so utterly bewitched. Caroline Forbes. She looked stunning, yes, but the weight of her emotions clung to her like a shroud. Too much heart. Too much for me. A better match for Nik.

I was about to comment when I caught the low growl rumbling from my brother.

"My, my," I teased, sipping my drink. "Should I start house hunting for you two lovebirds?"

"Shut up, Kol," Nik snarled, his tone laced with warning. "Or I'll tear out your liver."

I chuckled darkly, swirling my glass. "Oh, I know. But don't forget, brother, I have experience regrowing it."

Their flirtation deepened, and I left them to it, stepping outside into the cool night air. My instincts were prickling. The idiots planning to ambush me were close. It seemed my little "guest," the elder Salvatore, had been freed from my basement—with a bit of motherly help, no less.

The fool hadn't come alone. As I scanned the streets, it became clear he'd rallied a group of like-minded vampires for his little crusade. How adorable.

Nik and Caroline were taking a stroll, their conversation drifting faintly toward me as I left the Grill. The empty street ahead promised the confrontation I'd been expecting.

As the figures emerged from the shadows, a slow grin spread across my face. My ring transformed, the metal expanding and twisting into the weapon I knew so well—a hammer-axe with a blood-red gnarly handle and a blade as black as night, etched with runes that pulsed with latent energy.

They surrounded me, confident, foolish. I took a step forward, letting the weight of my weapon rest at my side. "You know," I began, my tone light, almost conversational, "I think today will be one of those days I savor for eternity—your despair, your screams, and maybe a little fun."

I raised my left hand, gesturing for them to come closer. "Well? Are you waiting for an invitation?"

They hesitated, so I didn't. Launching myself forward, I closed the distance with inhuman speed, bringing the hammer side of my axe down with bone-shattering force onto the nearest vampire. Blood and viscera sprayed as the body crumpled, lifeless. Before the others could react, I seized the corpse and hurled it at them with brutal efficiency, sending the group sprawling.

As they scrambled to their feet, I raised my axe, flames licking along its blade. With a vicious slash, I sent a wave of fire arcing toward them, engulfing two who screamed as they were reduced to ash.

(Axe pic)

The remaining vampires rushed me, desperation replacing bravado. I laughed, low and cold. "Oh, children," I mocked, my voice echoing. "You seem to have misunderstood something. It's not me who's surrounded—it's you rushing to your deaths."

I waded into their ranks, my axe carving through flesh and bone with sickening ease. Limbs were severed, hearts torn from chests with my free hand, and blood painted the ground in thick, sticky pools. Their screams filled the night, a symphony of agony that I relished.

Then, I felt him—the elder Salvatore, Damon, charging in like the fool he was. His dagger plunged into my hand, attempting to pin me. I caught his wrist and twisted, forcing him to the ground.

"Poor, misguided children," I hissed, my lips curling into a sneer. "You've been led astray by this one, haven't you?" I pressed him down, his face contorted in pain. "You escaped my hospitality, Damon. For that, your life is forfeit."

With deliberate cruelty, I swung my axe, severing his arm in one clean motion. Blood spurted violently as he screamed. "Oh, don't worry," I cooed mockingly. "You'll survive…for now."

I hacked at his legs next, the crunch of bone and wet squelch of flesh thrilling in its finality. His cries were weak now, his strength fading as blood pooled beneath him. I transformed the axe back into a ring, crouching low to meet his gaze.

"Any last words?" I taunted, brushing a speck of blood from my face. "This is an execution, after all. Don't worry—you'll see your brother soon. As for the doppelgänger…" I smirked. "Well, that depends on her. But eventually, she'll join you too."

A sharp voice cut through the night. "Stop!"

I turned slowly, my smile widening. Ah, the doppelgänger herself. Elena Gilbert, in all her misguided righteousness.

I glanced back at Damon, whose terror-stricken eyes flitted between me and the girl. "Oh, you love her, don't you?" I said, my tone dripping with mockery. "How quaint. Maybe I should take her right here. On top of you."

Damon's fear flared, and I chuckled darkly. "No," I mused, standing. "She's not worth it. Too much whining, not enough fire. Katerina, though…" My grin turned feral. "She'll be far more entertaining."

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