Three-Way Split update

Hope Mikaelson wanted advice and Katherine wanted to fuck her in the ass. Obviously, there would have to be some negotiation. Katherine took Hope shopping, and once they were decked out with full shopping bags, she took her to a cocktail lounge for a drink. It was time to tell Auntie Katherine all about her problems.

“It’s just that you’ve always been so sexy, so confident. Not only did you have both of the Salvatores crazy about you for decades, but it feels like all of Mystic Falls is in love with you.”

Katherine shrugged modestly. “Is that what you want? Endless obsession, lust, desire? You don’t dress like it.”

Hope lowered her voice secretively. “Two… two lovers. How do you do that? Why don’t they just tell you that you have to pick one of them or the other? How come you get both?”

Katherine slipped her shoe off and, under the table, pushed her foot up Hope’s leg. “Two? That’s a specific number. Do you have any duo in mind or is that just your limit when it comes to holes being filled?”

Hope blushed furiously, but gradually she was yielding to how Katherine’s bare foot massaged her inner thigh. Still, she knew how dominant the gesture was. Katherine could see it in her eyes—the slow realization that she’d made herself too vulnerable not to be Katherine’s bitch.

“Lizzie,” Hope said slowly. “And Josie. Saltzman.”

Katherine clapped her hands. “Twins! You are a dark horse. Well, that makes things easier. They’re probably used to sharing… Come along. It’ll be easier just to show you.”

Hope allowed herself to be led to a nearby hotel. Katherine hoped it was all turning Hope on as much as it was her. The clean, unfamiliar hotel room—Hope’s blushing reluctance—the afterglow of the daiquiris they’d had. It made her feel like she could have Hope’s ass already. But no. Better to wait. Better to absolutely maneuver Hope into the palm of her hand before she took her.

“The secret to my success,” Katherine began. “Well, it’s no secret. You know how many lovers I have. The trick was getting Elena, I suppose. Once I had her, our little orgies were like an exclusive club. Everyone wanted to get in, wanted to fuck me, so long as I’d share my cute little sex slave.”

Hope was appalled. “I couldn’t do that! Josie’s my friend! I could never treat her like that!”

Katherine grinned. “You’re going to have to. There are two kinds of people in this world. Tops and bottoms. If you’re not one, you’re the other.”

Hope gulped, suddenly remembering how she’d let Katherine rub her foot closer and closer to her pussy. It hadn’t seemed like such a big deal at the time… “You’re telling me I have to be some kind of sadomasochist if I want to get Lizzie and Josie?”

“Not at all. But it helps. My Elena enjoys everything I do to her. I just do it to her so much that she begs for mercy.” Katherine ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek. “Personally, I think you’d make a good top.”

“You do? I would?”

“You’re powerful enough for it, certainly. You just need some practice. With a little practice, you could top both Josie and Lizzie at once. Before they even knew what was happening, they’d be feeling so much pleasure that they’d beg to be your bitches.” Katherine bit her lip. “Maybe you could tell them to play with each other a little bit. It’s so sweet when sisters get along, isn’t it?”

Hope’s face lit up imagining it. “How… how much practice do you think I’d need?”

Katherine put her arm around Hope’s shoulders. “Why don’t I loan you my bitch for a little while? You can try topping her. I’ve already broken her in; she won’t give you any problems.”

“You’d do that for me?” Hope’s brow furrowed with suspicion. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. You’d just owe me a favor. But I’m so sure you’ll be a good top, I won’t even call it in unless you get both the Saltzmans in bed. And can you really put a price on that?”

Hope pursed her suddenly dry lips. “I-I… I guess not. It’s not like I’d be doing anything she—your girlfriend—that she doesn’t want to do, right?”

Katherine shook her head. “She’s my bottom bitch. If I tell her to bottom for you, then she’s really bottoming for me. And she loves bottoming for me.” Leading Hope to the other room, Katherine pushed the door open. “She lives for it.”

Beyond the door was Elena. Just being seen by them, she quivered with need. Katherine let her eyes roam possessively over the open cleavage of Elena’s soft silken nightie. It showed the smooth, milk-white swell of her bosom to perfection and Katherine gave the flesh a fond touch, feeling the pert firmness of her breasts mold to her hand.

Freeing one tit from the nightie, Katherine bent down to give the throbbing little nipple a kiss. Elena shivered even harder. It was a tremble born of hesitation, not that she was at all reluctant to submit to Katherine at this point, but because she knew well the kind of ecstasy she’d experience in Katherine’s dominance. It still seemed too intense, too much, like she risked losing herself in it, her mind simply breaking when given too much pleasure to handle.

“She’s yours, Hope,” Katherine said, stripping her bitch of the peach-colored lingerie she wore, leaving her bare and defenseless to Hope’s excited gaze. “You’re the third person ever who gets to fuck my Elena’s ass. Look. Look how turned on that makes her.” With Elena naked, Katherine ran her finger over the girl’s slit. It came up wet with moisture. “She’s been thinking about it all day.”

“I mean… if I dominate her… I suppose I could handle Lizzie… and Josie…”

Katherine picked up a strap-on from a chair beside the door. She put it on a yielding Hope, creating hot sparks of desire wherever her fingers went, leaving need burning under the heated skin of Hope’s trembling body. Hope’s skirt got in the way of the harness, so Katherine took it off her, almost without Hope noticing. Now Hope wore the strap-on over her panties, combining with her dark stockings and schoolgirl-white blouse to make her look like some sort of dominatrix.

Katherine vined herself around Hope from behind, unbuttoning her blouse too. Hope didn’t wear a bra underneath it. Immortal and a teenager, she hardly needed it. 

“There’s Vaseline in the bathroom, Hope. I’ll leave you two alone. Elena knows so much about being dominated that you hardly need me around. She wants to be topped, wants to be sodomized, wants to be your anal bitch. Just give her what she wants.”

And Katherine swept out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Hope suddenly felt tongue-tied. Elena spun around on her bare feet, letting Hope ogle her petite, delectably sculpted ass as she walked to the bed.

“The best way to learn is by doing,” Elena said. “That’s what you want to learn, right? How to fuck my tight little ass? Me, and horny bitches just like me?”

She crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, lowering her upper body so that her breasts rested on the mattress, while her round little ass went up in the air. Hope’s mouth felt desperately dry. She practically fled to the bathroom, where she drank from the tap to moisten her throat before taking the jar of petroleum jelly from the medicine cabinet. 

She took a long breath to steady herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Hope took off her unbuttoned shirt, leaving herself naked except for stockings, shoes, panties—strap-on. She looked sexy. She looked like the kind of woman who fucked horny bitches and their hot little assholes.

She went back into the bedroom. Elena’s hands were behind her back, holding her asscheeks open as wide as she could. Hope’s lips parted moistly as she saw Elena’s puckered sphincter fully exposed. She would’ve thought Katherine would’ve practically destroyed it over the years, but then she reminded herself of vampire healing. No matter how big an anal slut she was, Katherine would be tight as a virgin back there. 

Hope could feel her pussy throbbing against the base of the strap-on at her crotch. For some reason, that made it all the hotter.

“See my asshole?” Elena asked lewdly, tensing her anal muscles to make the forbidden passage pucker. “See how it’s throbbing? That’s because it’s horny. It knows it belongs to one of those girls who love taking it in the ass. Are you one of those girls who loves giving it to me in the ass? You’re looking at me like you are. You’re looking at my asshole like it’s pissing you off, not having your cock in it.”

Hope climbed onto the bed, a little nervous, but with her cunt pulsing harder and harder as she watched Elena’s asshole steadily contract and open. She wondered who Elena was teasing more, herself or Hope. 

“Smear some Vaseline on me, Hope. My naughty little asshole’s been itching for hours. The only thing to satisfy it is a big, hard cock… strapped to a woman who loves showing my ass who’s boss.” 

Hope uncapped the lubricant and slabbed big, greasy glob of it onto her fingertips. Elena’s pink little asshole throbbed faster and harder as Hope ladled the Vaseline onto it, lubricating every wrinkle of her taut anus.

“Ghhh, Hope, that feels so nice—please, put your finger in me,” Elena pleaded. “Just one finger, but really shove it into me. Show my ass you own it!”

Hope’s hands shook—she wiggled the middle finger of one hand into Elena’s ass while coating her enormous dildo in Vaseline with the other. Elena grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and shoved them under her nubile hips. She lowered herself onto them, letting them hold her ass up while she reached back to firmly grasp her buttocks and open them for Hope.

“Fuck my asshole! Fuck it! You saw how much it wanted your finger! Imagine how much it’ll like your cock!”

Hope mounted the submissive, her cunt throbbing so uncontrollably against the strap-on that it felt like the dildo would fly right off her. She couldn’t withstand the thought of invading Elena’s tiny little asshole. 

She aimed her dildo, dripping lube, at Elena’s puckered sphincter and told herself that no matter how much it looked like it would hurt, Elena had done this hundreds, thousands of times with Katherine and still wanted more. She pressed the tip into the grommet of Elena’s ass and the woman whimpered animalistic as she felt herself spreading open to let in the thickness of Hope’s dildo. 

“Jesus,” Hope gasped, “you’re so hot, you’re burning up—I can feel you right through the dildo! Is it like this… is it like this whenever you fuck a girl’s ass?”

“I don’t know,” Elena replied, her voice strained. “You’ll have to fuck all their asses and find out, But right now, fuck me! Come on, Hope, fuck me hard!” Her buttocks were red and flushed, as if she’d just been spanked, while her asshole sucked and tightened around the invading hardness of the strap-on Hope wore. “It’s such a big cock, Hope! Oh God, just give me more of it! With a cock that big in my ass, I’ll have to come!”

Hope found herself loving having the dildo she wielded rammed deep into Elena’s asshole. She laid down flat on top of Elena’s plump little ass, feverishly pumping down into it. Waves of both pain and pleasure shot through Elena’s body as she felt Hope hammer her asshole, no longer caring if Elena was hurt so long as she came.

“Hnngghh! Fuck, Hope, it’s so big—so muuuuch!” Elena wiggled her ass back at Hope, desperately trying to help her get every inch of the strap-on into her ass. “Fuck my asshole, Hope! I want it so bad! I want all of your cock so bad!”

Hope pressed herself even tighter against Elena’s sweating back, wrapping her arms and legs around Elena’s statuesque frame to better ram every inch of her dildo into the forbidden hold of Elena’s bowels. Elena grunted and let go of her ass before she ripped herself apart, instead clawing her fingers in the bedspread. Hope was all the way up her asshole now. She felt like the tip of the strap-on was fucking her stomach.

“Ruin my ass! Break my butt with that cock!” Elena begged. She bit the sheets to keep from screaming to the entire hotel, but her vampire teeth just ripped chunks out of the mattress. “Hhhngh! My asshole loves your cock! Harder, baby! Fuck my ass to pieces!”

Needing to come, she thrust her hand under her body, moaning as her fingertips found her swollen clit. She rubbed it, all want and hunger, glutting herself with pleasure as Hope reamed out her ass. She timed the strokes of her hand with how Hope was skewering her asshole.

“Harder!” Elena groaned, the fuck so good that her craving for more was insatiable. “Fuck my asshole, please fuck my asshole for me! Ghhh! Your prick’s gonna make me come, Hope! I’m gonna squirt because of your big fucking strap!”

She fingered her clit as quickly as she could, feeling her tender anus spasming uncontrollably around Hope’s impalement of her. “Oh, fuck, Hope, gape my ass! Fuck me wide open! I’m coming!”

Neither woman had noticed Katherine open the door, but Elena knew her mistress was watching. She hoped Katherine had noticed what she’d noticed. Hope had come, sharing in Elena’s orgasm, either a born dom or just madly turned on by any thought of anal sex.

And Katherine did watch—wondering if Hope would be coming nearly as hard if she had any idea that the price she was paying for her ecstasy would be her own anal cherry.

Revenge against the Mikaelsons would be sweet.