A/N - Did you think I'd just post a A/N? lol no. Here are two more drabbles from Klaroline69. I'll be deleting the previous chapter with the A/N soon!
Request – Klaus is a cruel king who wants to go to war with the neighboring land – until he meets their queen, Caroline.
I am not sure if this is exactly what you meant, but since the request was slightly vague, I went with what came to me.
"Niklaus I implore you to reconsider." Elijah said pointedly, placing his elbows on the table and threading his fingers together, he looked at his brother pleadingly.
"Your pleadings are noted, dear brother," Klaus drawled, smirking inwardly at some secret joke as he sharpened his beloved knife. Not looking up from the task at hand, Klaus added in a defiant tone, "And duly ignored."
Sighing heavily, Elijah stood up, walking around the table to face his brother, giving Klaus no choice but to look at him. "Their army is not something to take lightly, Niklaus. We will lose men, many men. There is no need for this bloodshed. We do not need more land; you do not need more power. I beg of you," the elder Mikaelson's voice strained as he beseechingly looked at his brother, the king, "Think over this, don't be impulsive. Think carefully before you doom your own men to their end."
"We sail for the Salvatore's tomorrow," Klaus replied, a frigid bite in his tone as he looked up at his elder brother, the man who should have been king, if not for his unflinching loyalty to Klaus and everything he wanted, "I will make my decision once I put foot on their soil. Is that good enough for you, brother?" he added mockingly, to which Elijah only nodded, hoping that Klaus wouldn't give in to his inexplicable need to wage war at the drop of a hat.
The feast was grand, wine and mead flowing freely, every one of his troops making merry and mingling with the Salvatore's, not knowing that very soon their swords would be clashing in a war the world would never forget. The Salvatore's army was strong, and The King, Damon Salvatore, was a warrior like none other. But Klaus knew his army was better, his skills with a sword were unchallenged, and he had Elijah, the strategist, the brain, something his opponents could never have.
He held in a smirk when he saw his brother chatting idly to The King, without a doubt making pledges of a harmonious relationship between their two nations. But not Klaus, no, he gave no heed to The King, or his younger brother who sat by his sister's side. He had eyes only for the woman who sat next to King Damon, beauty and grace personified; with her golden sun-kissed hair, delicate hands resting on her lap and melodious laughter. It was her, Caroline, his Caroline, the woman who was supposed to be his Queen, not the Salvatore's.
For what felt like hours, Klaus sat watching her, until her azure blue eyes moved across the steadily depleting room and landed on him. He didn't blink, unsure of how she would react, she had to have known he would be here. She didn't react at all, only gazed into his sky blue eyes, and then promptly looked away, placing a soft hand on her husband's and whispering something into his ear, she gracefully stood up and made to leave the room. Did she even remember him? Klaus wondered to himself, his infamous anger bubbling up in his stomach, his hands folding into fists as he watched her leave.
She was almost out of the room, when she turned back, her eyes locked with his and in that one look his anger faded away. A small, sad smile tugged on the corner of her lips, as she turned her back to him and disappeared into the corridor. Before he knew it, he was pushing his chair back and following her in earnest.
He found her in a terrace, her back to him as she looked up at the stars. Klaus approached her tentatively, his instincts screaming at him to be cautious, as his eyes searched for her guards "We're alone," she mused, answering his silent question, her voice low and dreamy, "I told them to leave me be."
"Caroline," he called out softly, noticing the way the back stiffened, before he corrected himself, "Or should I refer to you as The Queen?"
She laughed softly, shaking her head as she moved two steps to her right, like an invitation, asking him to stand by her, "I will always be Caroline to you," she murmured, as he came to stand next to her, his rough tunic brushing against the soft skin of her arm.
"True," he murmured, mimicking her actions as he looked up at the cloudless starry sky, memories of a similar scene flashing through his head, "I thought you forgot me," he asked, still not looking at her, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw her turn to look at him sharply, prodding him to return the favor.
She was even more beautiful up close, and he controlled the urge to run his knuckles over the swell of her cheek.
"I never forgot you," she whispered, her eyes transitioning from sad to furious in a second, like she resented his accusation, "I could never forget you."
In his head, he saw another image, not much unlike this one, from many many years ago. They're children, but he's still a stubborn brute and she's still brighter than the sun. She's crying and holding onto his hand, promising him that she'll never forget him, even if her parents are taking her away, even if they might never meet again, she assures him she'll always think of him when she looks at the stars. He doesn't cry, even though he wants to, but instead tugs at her hand, trying to hold on as long as he can. He puffs up his chest and proudly declares that he will be king one day, and he will find her, he promises he'll come to get her, and then they'll watch the stars together again.
"We're not children anymore," she murmured, recognizing his train of thought in an instant.
"No," he shakes his head in agreement, "We're not. And yet, you didn't forget me."
"No, I didn't."
"Then come with me," he says hastily, wrapping his hand around her arm and pulling her closer, not relenting when she struggled with his grip, trying in vain to get away from him, "We'll sail at dawn, you'll be free."
She hissed at him like a snake, trying desperately to avoid his eyes as she finally managed to untangle herself from him. Straightening her back and adjusting her dress, she turned away from him, looking out into the dark night. A somber tinge colored her tone as she said, "I won't be a whore in your bed."
His brutish and aggressive nature surfaced in an instant, he held her by the shoulders, turning her so she faced him. He looked almost hurt by her statement, as he dipped his low enough that his breath ghosted over her face as he sneered, "You would be my queen, like you were always meant to be."
"You have a queen," she spit back, her nefariously brave nature surfacing along with his anger as she lifted her chin proudly and looked up at him defiantly.
Klaus laughed wolfishly, loosening his grip on her shoulder as he tilted his head and considered her with a sudden amused look on his face, "I made her queen, I can have her removed just as easily. It was always supposed to be you next to me."
His implications were clear, and he didn't have a single shred of regret on his face as he said the words. He hadn't changed the least bit. But she had. With a heavy heart, she averted her eyes from him as she sighed in defeat, "I can't."
Fear coursed through him, fear and uncertainty, two emotions he despised. Was it possible? Could she have…? No, he refused to think like that. She was his, always had been, always would be.
"What do you mean?' he demanded, "You're mine Car-…"
"I can't run away, Klaus," she responded, her eyes brimming with tears, "He won't let me see them, if I run away with you."
"We're not children anymore Klaus," she half-yelled, whipping around to face him, "We're adults. I have children, I am a mother. I'm a mother first." And then your queen.
"We will have children, Caroline," Klaus laughed softly, "Our children."
"I love my children and this is their home," she hissed back at him, obviously angered by his words, "Whoever their father may be, they are still my children. Damon isn't a bad man; he isn't as cruel as people make him out to be. But… but if I run away, if I embarrass him so, he will never let me see my children again."
The winds shifted, the night felt silent, the faint sounds of the revel downstairs drummed in Klaus' ear as he understood the meaning of her words. She didn'twant to come with him. The thumping of his heart was the only sound he could hear, their impending goodbye - again, the only thing he could comprehend.
"What if there was a way?" he suddenly asked, pulling her closer just as she was about to walk away. Smiling at him sadly she shook her head, placing a warm hand on his cheek as she pulled herself up to lightly kiss him on the lips. It was the lightest of kisses, just a mere brush of her lips against his, but he knew he'd never forget the feel of them all his life.
"I'll always think of you when I watch the stars," she lightly mumbled as she walked away from him.
I'll never forget you. The words died in his mouth as he watched her walk away.
Elijah found him rooted to the spot, watching the stars in stoic silence.
"So, brother?" Elijah probed.
Shaking his head, and rolling his shoulders, Klaus turned to face his brother, placing a hand on his chest, he determinedly said, "We go to war."
The war between their nations raged for days, and weeks and months. Thousands died, and more joined to lay down their lives for their country and their king. Seven months after the day Klaus declared war on the Salvatore nation, he received a convoy from the other king, asking, almost pleading for a truce talk. This was the day Klaus had been waiting for. And as he sat across a somber King Damon, he knew his offer would be accepted. Damon's army was losing, their numbers no match for Elijah's strategic plans.
He did as he promised her, he found another way. Another way for her to be his queen, but not loose what was dear to her. And when King Damon huffily asked what could bring this war to an end, Klaus wasted no time, puffing out his chest and simply stating.
"I want your queen. Let Caroline and her children go, and this war will be over."
Request – Caroline is apprehensive of oral sex and smut in 69 position!
A/N - So there is quite literally no plot in this one ok. Don't expect one. It's just porn.
She arched her back into the air as a gurgling moan left her mouth, if she had thought Klaus sucking and licking at her neck had been hot, then she clearly hadn't been prepared for him to take her pebbled mound into her mouth, taking his time and playing with it, while he entertained his hands by sliding them into her inviting folds. She whined just as he wanted when he rubbed a little harder. Her insides were exploding in warmth, every nerve-ending wide awake and twitching in excitement at all the things he was doing to her body.
She had never felt a greater ache in her life, and it was all for Klaus.
Then, he suddenly stopped and an adorable whimper of protest left her mouth that made him chuckle in amusement. He moved up on her a little to bring his face to hers, and she wiggled her hips to urge him on, but he didn't, instead he smiled again.
"Behave will you," he teased in a sexy and husky voice. Any other time she would have narrowed her eyed and huffed and puffed at him, but not now, now she didn't have any strength to do anything but nod. Pretty much anything this man did right now, made her only want him more. He kissed and sucked his way down her torso reveling in the way her body twisted with every movement of his. Every time his mouth moved to one side, she tried to get as much of her skin under it. It enthralled him, it excited him, but more importantly it made his steadily hardening cock twitch in response. He stopped at her hip bone simply for dramatic effect, and got what he desired when she shivered and tried to move up in the bed so his mouth reached her quim.
Before she even knew what was happening, her panties were off and Klaus was spreading her legs enthusiastically, pressing his nose near her core and inhaling her arousal. He loved the smell of her want for him; it made the blood rush to his fangs and cock. It was when his tongue started circling her clit that her eyes flew open and she realized what was happening.
No one had done this to her before. Damon had only cared about his release, Matt was too much of a gentleman and Tyler, well with Tyler the sex had been rough and quick. He had never done anything remotely like this. And that's when she panicked, a whirl of emotions filtering through her, primarily such intense pleasure that it flustered her.
"No, wait… stop!" she said meekly, wildly grabbing at his hair and alternating between pulling him closer and tugging him away from her core. Her chest heaved with every deep breath she took, a vain attempt at trying to grasp at her weakening will.
Pulling his head out from between her legs, Klaus made quite a show of wiping his chin, if only to fluster her more, "Why? Are you not enjoying it?" he asked, simple curiosity evident in his voice.
"No, I mean yes, I am," she hastily said, shaking her head violently and propping up on her elbows "It's just, its… new."
A half-proud smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he lightly kissed her thigh and murmured, "No one's ever done this before." He spoke of it as a fact, without any implied meanings that it made her gulp nervously and nod her head. His cocky smirk ventured into a more genuine smile as he lightly patted her thigh, pushing her onto her back once more he whispered, "Don't worry. Just lie back and relax."
She didn't have time to comment before he was nestling between her legs once more, obviously undeterred by the momentary interruption. Her trepidation was lost in an instant, giving way to ecstasy as her back arched once more, moans of appreciation flying out of her lips. She could feel every thread of apprehension leave her body, her abdomen knotting with the build-up of her orgasm, making her whine out loudly, begging to be relieved. Klaus growled into her quim and hiked her legs over his shoulder, locking them behind his neck when he felt her start to tremble under him. Her pleasure sparking his own as he involuntarily rubbed himself against the sheet. Her legs trembled when she felt herself draw closer, her thighs involuntarily pressing against his ears and her nails scraping his scalp in her desperate heed.
And then, he stopped.
She was pretty sure the desperate shriek was the most embarrassing thing to leave her mouth, and she was known for talking nonsense a mile and minute. Her limbs were still trembling and her core aching as he made his way up her body, taking his time to kiss and nip.
"Klaus, please!" she whimpered, not caring how desperate it sounded, she'd pretend to be tough later.
He patted her hip like she was a disobedient child as he said, "Get up."
"What?" she asked confused, as his hand slipped under her waist to hoist her up.
He didn't answer her, only held her up into a sitting position, laying down himself and pulling her on top of him, his balls tightening as his penis grazed against her hot pussy, "It's time for you to return the favor." When she only crinkled her brow and stared down at him, he rolled his eyes and added, "Suck my cock, love."
"Now!" she screamed indignantly, "You didn't let me finish!"
An impish smile formed on his face as he pushed himself up to lightly peck her on the lips, "You will, love." He assured her, his hands slipping from her waist and slipping under her rear, lifting her up slightly as if prodding her to move as he added, "We both will. Now turn around."
"What? I thought… oh!" she exclaimed, nervously biting her lower lip as she considered the meaning of his words. He raised himself to kiss her again, delving his tongue into her mouth, soothing the nerves he knew she'd have developed. That was all the encouragement she needed. With a flirty smile that screamed 'Queen Bee Caroline Forbes' she twisted her body around, her back to his as she got on her hands and knees.
"Lower," he murmured, extending a hand onto her back, gently guiding her further down until she was staring straight at his erect cock and could feel his breath ghost under her dripping heat. Ignoring the sudden fluttering in her stomach, she probed out her tongue experimentally, encircling the girth of his cock and taking the tip into her mouth. His hand travelled down from her back to cup her buttocks, his nails digging into them as he mirrored her actions, running his tongue across her slit, humming as if in approval.
She knew it wasn't long before she would come, and the urge to finish together propelled her to take him into her mouth as far as she could. She could feel him at the back of her throat before she pulled her mouth back, running her tongue over the vein on the underside. It was like a reflex reaction; the harder she sucked at his cock, the more vigorously he tongued her clit. She mewled around his cock in surprise and pleasure her when he inserted two fingers inside her, making him growl into her and push his hips up on instinct, fucking her mouth and almost choking her with the size of his cock. Eager to reach his own release, he rapidly pumped his fingers in and out of her, making her moan around him in response. He had been tethering on the edge of release even since he came to know that no one had had her like this.
With a flick of his tongue against her clitoris, she tumbled over the cliff, exploding into his waiting mouth. An animalistic growl rippled through him as he shot his seed into the back of her throat. Hearing her gasp in surprise, he tugged at her shoulders, pulling her back so she could lie down next to him.
"I'll venture a guess," he said with a small laugh at the slightly dazed expression on her sated face, "You've never done that before either?"
"No," she laughed and shook her head. Her bones felt like jelly and her quim was still tingling from the force of her orgasm. "I'm glad it was with you." she added thoughtfully, turning to her side and looking up at him from under her lashes.
He didn't say anything. A peculiar half-smile plastered on his face, he pulled her close, lightly kissing her cheek and twirling a golden strand with his fingers until she fell asleep.
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