Three-Way Split update

Elena couldn’t deny her mistress anything, anything at all, which was why it was a good thing Katherine was such a romantic. As much as Elena hungered to be dominated and sodomized by her once more—much as she hoped Katherine hungered for it just as deeply—Katherine took her out on the town first, dancing with her and plying her with drinks before they went home. 

There, Katherine steadfastly refused to simply take Elena—treat her as the piece of property that she was in the face of the pleasure Katherine could give her. Instead, tipsy and smiley, Katherine toured Elena’s living space. The parts they usually never reached because Katherine usually started fucking Elena the moment they walked through the door.

“Ooh. Playboy.” Katherine picked up the magazine from Elena’s bed and leafed through it. “I guess I’ve given you an appreciation of the female form. Good thing, too. Just getting turned on by me seems a little… solipsistic.”

Elena blushed, feeling the effects of all the drinks Katherine had bought for her. “Some of them are… kinda cute.” 

She felt herself turn a bright shade of red. As innocuous as the statement seemed, it felt like an open invitation for Katherine to strip her naked and have her way with her. But Katherine didn’t. It was like she was waiting for something.

“I’m not sleepy. Are you?”

“No. It is really late, though.” Elena tried to look at her watch. Her vision was blurry. She gave up.

“Maybe we need a nightcap,” Katherine suggested.

“I don’t know…”

Katherine took Elena gently in her arms, kissing her with a tenderness that bordered on the condescending—like Elena was so submissive, so hers, that there was no point in exerting any effort to dominate her. And Elena did feel herself melting against Katherine’s cool body, her strong, eternally young flesh.

Katherine drew her down to sit with her on the bed. She kissed her again, but instead of arousing Elena’s passion, the soft kisses made Elena want more and more to lie down. To the point where it made it difficult for her to stay upright.

She lay back on her pillow. Katherine sprawled over her reclining figure, speaking softly in her ear. “You’re mine, baby. Your face is mine. Your body’s mine. Your heart’s mine too…”

Elena shuddered. It was hard for her to believe Katherine was so close. “Yes, I know… I want to be yours.”

“Doesn’t matter what you want, baby girl. I decided I wanted you. I always get what I want. Lucky, lucky you…”

Her tongue was now hot and perfect in Elena’s mouth, Katherine’s hands moving confidently over the mellow curves of Elena’s body. Every bit of flesh she touched was soft and willing. She undressed Elena—her double moaning gently with every patch of clothing that was removed, like the touch of the cloth leaving her was itself a caress. She certainly felt a sense of frustrated longing when Katherine paused at some particularly sensual sight, leaving Elena in her open blouse, her bra, her panties a moment longer, just to enjoy how they laid on her. 

What made it better, and even worse, was that Elena heard the unmistakable rustle of Katherine’s clothing in those pauses as Katherine undressed herself. Elena bit her lip. Soon they would be skin to skin, throbbing, clenching, anything and everything that Katherine wanted happening to her warmly waiting little slit. 

But as Elena laid there naked, her eyes discreetly shut for fear that seeing too much of Katherine’s own naked body would drive her mad with denied lust, she heard something. Not any of the usual, animalistic noises she expected while she was explicitly in Katherine’s use.

“What was that?” she asked, to a vexingly confused look from Katherine, like her double was mocking her.

The sound came again. Someone was knocking at the door!

Elena saw up, picking up her crumpled clothes and holding them over herself. Even if Katherine shared her with Damon and Stefan, it was hard not to instinctively believe that her naked body was only Katherine’s.

To her shock, she saw Katherine going toward the door, still nude. The sight of Katherine’s firm buttocks waggling seductively as they slid away from her made Elena feel like she’d fucked up somehow.

“What are you doing?”

Katherine wrapped her hand around the doorknob. “Answering the door—duh,” she replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“I don’t have anything on!” Elena protested.

Katherine smiled mirthfully. “We look exactly the same, Elena. If they see me naked, they automatically know what your bare ass looks like.”

The door creaked open.

“Don’t!” Elena cried, but it was already too late. 

She started to scramble off the bed, intending to throw herself into the bathroom, but her body was two steps behind her mind. She stopped herself and held her discarded clothes firmly in place, hiding herself as much as possible while Rebekah swept into the room.

“Look who it is, sweetie,” Katherine said, as though Rebekah had done nothing more than drop by for a visit while they were having tea, with no murder attempts between any of them and everyone wearing clothes. “You remember Rebekah…”

Elena’s breasts heaved as she panted with the terror and confusion she was feeling, watching Rebekah walk up to the foot of the bed.

“N-no!” she stammered. “You can’t… you can’t come in here… I’m naked…”

“You certainly are,” Rebekah said, all smiles—even more smiles than usual. “Is this what you called me here to see, Katherine?” She turned to Katherine for confirmation. 

Katherine was clearly enjoying the sight of Elena’s vulnerable nudity, as well as her embarrassment. “She is quite a sight, isn’t she?” Katherine said with false modesty, moving back to the bed and putting a proud arm around Elena. “Relax, Elena. It’s just a little get-together between friends. Look, she even brought wine.”

Rebekah took a flask from her jacket and drank from it, sensing from the atmosphere that she needed to join Elena and Katherine in being socially lubricated.

Elena clutched her clothes tighter to her body. Katherine’s arm around her wasn’t reassuring. As Rebekah drank, and enjoyed the show, Katherine sent a steady stream of comforting words into Elena’s ear—the kind of dirty talk that Elena loved when they were alone, but made her feel mortified with company present. She couldn’t believe Rebekah was watching and listening as Katherine whispered the fond little obscenities that always made Elena so wet.

“Are you going to fuck me in front of her?” Elena asked.

Katherine touched her inner thigh. Elena was trying to be indignant, but one little finger and Katherine brought out the arousal of the situation. “Uh-uh,” Katherine said. “You’re going to eat my pussy. You’re going to do your usual wonderful job. And Rebekah is going to see what a good little cunt-licker you are.”

“But why?” Elena asked, her eyes brimming with tears. It wasn’t even the situation, it was how quickly she went along with it, her body barreling forward without her reluctant mind. “You don’t even like her.”

“What makes you think I like you?” Katherine goaded cruelly. “You won’t even eat my pussy. If you love me so much, get down there and eat my pussy.”

“Yes, do it, Elena,” Rebekah drawled. “I want to see how big a slut a woman has to be for Katherine to take her in.”

They rearranged themselves as Katherine wanted. Elena let her clothes fall away and knelt down in front of Katherine as she sat on the foot of the bed, her legs spread. She felt Rebekah’s eyes on her, watching her discomfort, her hesitation, and finally her growing arousal as she gave into Katherine’s will. Taking her rightful place between Katherine’s legs, Elena ran her tongue where it belonged like a tire in a rut, drenching Katherine’s pubic hair with saliva, cajoling her clitoris into stiff need.

“It’s not finding a slut that’s a problem,” Katherine breathed. “It’s getting one that can be well-trained.”

“I wouldn’t think a mirror image of you could be so submissive,” Rebekah replied.

“Why not? Who else could top me but me?”

Elena’s thumbs pulled at the sides of Katherine’s opening, spreading her open to allow her tongue inside. It trickled over the first inch of her folds, already covered with a thin veneer of arousal. Elena’s lips rubbed and brushed against Katherine’s hair, her labia, her swelling clit, the feeling of it all burning deep into her belly.

“Yes, lick me… lick me there…” Katherine sighed, smiling wickedly at Rebekah. “I don’t suppose you would like a turn after I’ve come all over her face?”

“Sloppy seconds? No. Not interested. Although it is fun watching someone who looks just like you be a total submissive whore.”

Elena’s long fingers played along the muscles of Katherine’s thighs, moved up to her belly, ran over the taut skin and the hardness of her pelvic bones. They went under Katherine’s body, squeezing her ass. Katherine arched her spine and offered her pussy to Elena. She felt Elena’s teeth, sharp at her open cunt—Elena’s breath quicken against her glossy wetness.

“How about a trade then?” Katherine asked. Her fingers combed through Elena’s hair, petting her scalp. “You can take her life, Rebekah. Drink her dry. Only after, you make her a vampire and I get her back—my perfectly preserved blood-sucking bitch forever. Then we all go our separate ways, with you and your brothers leaving me and my slut alone.”

Katherine’s arousal peaked as she said it. She opened her legs even further, her fingers white-knuckled as she tried to force Elena’s mouth deeper into her pussy. Elena breathed hard, her tongue moving like a whip on the folds of Katherine’s sex. She worked a finger inside of Katherine’s pussy while her lips concentrated on her clit. Her index finger wiggled between Katherine’s buttocks and reached her asshole. The pad of her finger opened up the sphincter and Elena buried the knuckle inside.

“Mmmm,” Katherine purred, raising her legs and resting them on Elena’s shoulders. Her thighs closed around Elena’s head while Elena’s hands pushed into Katherine’s ass, lifting her hips up, pushing them both together harder. The taste of Katherine’s pussy was tangy salt—it dripped from the corners of Elena’s mouth as she ate all she could.

Elena ran her hands up Katherine’s body, wet with sweat, until they were over her breasts. They swelled, firmed in Elena’s palms and Elena’s fingers dug into the creamy flesh as if unwilling to ever let them go. The walls of Katherine’s pussy shuddered in a convulsive spasm, closing on Elena’s tongue and then opening wide.

Katherine laid back, reaching under her ass and separating her buttocks with her hands. Elena stayed with her pussy, sucking the labia between her teeth, rolling her tongue along its folds, gently grinding her teeth into its sensitivity. Then she felt Katherine’s heels press down on her pack, forcing her to lower her mouth to Katherine’s asshole.

“Eat my ass, Elena… fuck… yeah, your tongue goes wherever I want it to go… you don’t get to fuck my ass… nnnh… but you can definitely lick it… get used to the taste, baby, because you’ll be sucking my strap-on clean later… oooh… after I fuck your ass… hhhg… but believe me, I won’t kiss it first. It’s your job to have your asshole ready for my cock whenever I want to use it…” Katherine laughed. “Good thing this is turning you on so much, slut. You have somewhere to go for lubrication, because your mouth is fucking mine.”

Elena was already obeying, but it aroused her more and more to hear Katherine degrade her. She shuddered with desire as she moved the flat flesh of her tongue around Katherine’s asshole. The pale pink sphincter radiated heat. Elena’s nose skimmed over Katherine’s perineum as she forced her stiffened tongue through the puckered hole. 

“That’s good. My good little bitch,” Katherine exclaimed, digging her hands into the bedspread. She felt helpless, unable to perceive with her senses or control her body. Her arms clenched and jerked in spasms at her sides. Her body heaved as she rocked her pussy against Elena’s face, her asshole against Elena’s mouth.

Finally, she shoved her palms into the mattress to lift herself up, watching Elena’s head bob as her sub tongued her ass. Elena’s tongue was a quivering, jerking tightness that could be felt deep in her bowels, while her pussy sparked with want, envious of the attention that had gone to her asshole.

Elena couldn’t resist the scent of Katherine’s arousal. She jerked her head up and down, licking from Katherine’s rectum to her sex and back down again. Katherine’s fingers curled in Elena’s hair and pulled until her double gasped in pain. It was almost like she wanted to punish Elena for overwhelming her this way, subverting her domination by giving her too much pleasure to be in control. 

Katherine writhed as the assault went on, drooling now, though her throat was dry and her lungs were sore from panting so excitedly. She dropped back to the bed, running her own hands over her breasts. Her palms rubbed against her nipples until they were firmer than ever, tingling at every crease in Katherine’s palms. She grabbed onto the flesh of her tits, squeezing them. Her muscles felt like fraying ropes about to give as she waited for the relief that only Elena’s tongue could bring.

One hand moved down to her pussy, damp with both her arousal and Elena’s saliva. She spread open her own labia, quietly demanding Elena attend to her. Elena entered her with her tongue, the walls of her cunt tightening on it, and Katherine pressed down hard on her erect clitoris.

“And just as an added bonus,” Katherine said to Rebekah, “you can all fuck Elena’s pretty little face, same way me and the Salvatores do-oooooooo!”

Katherine bit into her lower lip as her climax rolled over her. Two of Elena’s fingers were inside her pussy now, glistening with fluid as they pumped inside her, and Elena’s tongue slashed at her clit, pulling at it, teasing it out from under Katherine’s finger.

Katherine’s hips twitched in orgasm, the motion growing as another one built up. The thought of Elena getting her face gangbanged had only spawned the first in a series of violent releases. Now that the floodgates were open, Elena’s mouth devoured Katherine’s pussy, licking so hard that she spread the sweet juice of Katherine’s orgasm all over her pubic hair and her lower belly, the insides of her thighs, and of course, Elena’s face.

But when she was finished, Katherine’s body hadn’t calmed, it was only more anxious, like she hadn’t been satisfied, only caught a whiff of the feast she could devour. And Elena didn’t stop. She slowed down, moving her tongue over Katherine’s slit and between her buttocks, haunting her body with the pleasure it’d just felt. 

Katherine stirred. She rolled her hips against Elena’s mouth, intensifying the tonguing contact. Elena pulled back though, lips puckered, and she blew cool air over Katherine’s tingling sex. Katherine reached down, grasping Elena by the shoulders, and pulled her up on top of her.

“Give us a kiss,” Katherine said, and Elena lowered herself between her double’s open legs, pressing their sopping pussies together. They both groaned as their slick labias merged, like one of them was touching a mirror.

“How’s that?” Elena teased, swinging her hips a little.

“Not enough,” Katherine retorted.

“I know,” Elena said. She lowered herself down to Katherine, their breasts squeezing against each other. Her lips met Katherine’s the same way, her tongue slipping into Katherine’s open mouth to meet hers.

“Mmmm,” Katherine moaned, rocking her hips against Elena’s. “Very nice… Now go and give Rebekah a taste.”