Sorry for the extended radio silence. Unfortunately for you (and maybe me, lol), I stumbled upon the game 'Where the Whales Meet' just as I was starting to write this chapter and have been completely hooked ever since. Having now explored most of what the game has to offer, I've finally returned to continue this fanfic. Updates may be slow, but I'll do my best to keep the chapters coming.
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Rebekah's House, Late Hours of the Night
Elijah appeared at his sister's house, seeking her and their brother, Niklaus. He had supposedly left the house in the afternoon to pay her a visit, but he never returned, and Elijah couldn't get in touch with him.
As he entered the house, the noises from upstairs soon became crystal clear. He heard them as if he were inside the room from which the sounds emanated. This made him stop in his tracks, for he heard wet, slapping flesh, ragged breathings, and Rebekah's voice, broken between moans and gasps. His face shifted to an expression of embarrassment for his sudden visit, as it seemed his little sister was occupied with nightly activities that required privacy.
"Nnnh~~! Joe, please—! It's too much~! I can't~~!" Rebekah's voice was a breathy, trembling mess, her words dissolving into a choked moan as someone drove into her relentlessly without stopping.
The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the house, the rhythm unmistakable to not be discerned from what was happening. This was not what he had expected when he came looking for Klaus.
"Fuck~~! So deep~~! Ughh~~!" Rebekah's voice cracked, her moans turning into a sobbing whimper, but there was no mistaking the pleasure in her tone. She sounded wrecked, like she'd been fucked for hours, her body pushed beyond its limits, yet she was still craving more.
Elijah wanted to leave, and he knew he should already be gone. But his feet seemed to refuse to move.
"N-No~~! Don't stop~! I-I'm your good girl~~! Just—! A-Ahhhnn~! Just a little rest—!" Rebekah's voice was desperate, her breathing ragged and tired, yet she seemed joyful at the same time.
The bed creaked, and the sounds of movement started slowing down, but only for a moment.
"T-Thank you, da-daddy~~!!!" Rebekah's embarrassed and tired shaking voice echoed with relief.
"You are a pervert for making me call you my daddy, Joe, and more at this moment," she said with a pout, sounding like she was chiding whom she was with, but why did it sound more like a girl teasing her lover?
Elijah's eyebrows shot up at the tone of his sister's voice, one he had never heard before. Even though he had come across similar situations during the centuries of living with her, the desperate, trembling edge of pleasure pushed too far, the way her voice cracked between need and exhaustion, her submission and surrender to her lover. The way she was talking and expressing herself right now...those were things he never expected from her.
"Enjoying the spectacle, Elijah?" Katherine's voice sounded from behind him.
Elijah turned around to look at her, not having sensed her presence until she made herself known, as he was actually too focused on his embarrassment over what was happening upstairs with his sister.
"Katherine," Elijah greeted her with an embarrassed smile. "I came to look for Niklaus but... came across things I didn't expect... at all... to be honest."
"What are you doing here, anyway, Katherine?" he inquired, doubt lacing his voice with a subtle implication. "I also never expected to find you here...even less at a moment like this."
"Elijah, are you reproaching me for something?" Katherine looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "And to answer your question, I'm living with Rebekah now."
She said as she walked to sit on the couch in the living room. Elijah followed after her into the room as the sexual activities started to restart with intensity again upstairs, followed soon by Rebekah moaning loudly in happiness.
"We are good friends now." Katherine chuckled as she relaxed into the soft pillows while looking at him as he stood in front of her in his classic suit. Seeing him now with a new eye, she felt that Elijah wasn't as cute as Joe, and his face was almost always stoic, like a stone. His expressions and emotional range were also like one.
Compared to Joe, Elijah was utterly lacking in excitement and utterly boring. He couldn't hold a candle to Joe, especially when it came to sex. Joe's impressively large and thick, big cock that could even put a pornstar to shame and the sheer fun he brought to bed were in a league of their own. Though she kept these thoughts to herself, neither voicing them nor letting her expressions betray her inner musings, her desire to have Elijah as an intimate partner and companion was rapidly waning. Despite all this, she still considered him a fine friend."
"You? Friends with Rebekah?" Elijah chuckled, his incredulity clear as he tried to make a deaf ear to the background sounds of his little sister's explicit vocalizations of her current ecstasy. "It would be a feat if you two could be in the same room without pulling each other's hair out."
"Believe it or not, your sister and I are really close; we resolved our differences. Klaus also didn't believe it at first, but now he can attest to it; he was here in the late afternoon just a moment before I left to pay a visit to the Salvatore brothers and little Elena."
"Damn, she is so loud...can't she be a little quieter?" Katherine put on a reproachful look as she was a bit bothered by Rebekah's loud moans, as she was starting to get wet, her lust rising by the second. She wanted nothing more than to also enter that room and be treated nicely by Joe, just like Rebekah.
"Well, I will take it at your word, Katherine." Elijah felt no need to question the credibility of what she said. "With whom is my sister upstairs by the way? Who is this 'Joe' with whom she is having a good time?"
Katherine didn't know what to say or how much to reveal. So, she simply played dumb. "Ah, I don't know. I just came back. Someone she picked up somewhere, must be." That should work, as they didn't tell Klaus about the temporary name they were using for their 'tenant'.
"Surely it must be..." Elijah nodded, accepting that without much thought, as it was a simple curiosity. "Well, where is my brother?"
"Klaus left for New Orleans." Katherine started explaining what was happening but did not tell him about his potential niece or nephew in the making.
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A while later, after updating Elijah on the latest news and seeing that he was preparing to leave, she stopped him.
"Elijah, are we going to make something of this, or not? Do you wish to formalize our relationship, or was what we had merely a fleeting moment of passion to you?"
"Katerina, we will discuss this later."
"No, Elijah, I've given you ample time to respond. I can't keep waiting... I have needs, and I want a partner with whom to build a life now that I'm free of Klaus."
"I understand, Katerina, but Klaus needs me right now."
"Klaus does not need you, Elijah. I need you."
"Katerina, do not make me choose."
"Klaus can handle his situation himself. He's not embarking on some perilous quest in New Orleans." Katherine looked at him steadfastly. "If you leave now, Elijah, do not expect to return seeking anything more than friendship from me."
Elijah held her gaze for a moment as he made his decision. "Farewell, Katherine."
"Elijah!"
Elijah offered no reply as he vanished swiftly, departing his sister's residence to follow in his brother's wake to New Orleans, leaving behind a fuming Katherine amidst the loud, unbridled moans of Rebekah echoing through the house.
Katherine remained seated on the couch for a while, staring at the empty space before her where Elijah had stood. Her angry expression slowly eased, and she released a sigh of relief. She was actually glad that things had come to an end. While she still had some feelings for Elijah, they weren't as strong as they once had been. Now, they were more a faint echo of what once was, a sense of gratitude for his help more than anything else. Now, she felt truly free—free from the ties of a relationship and free from the danger Klaus posed to her life. She felt as if her new life could finally start.
Rising to her feet, she quickly found herself upstairs, standing outside Rebekah's bedroom door. With a naughty smile, she opened the door. "It's my turn now, Joe! I want you to shake me all night!"
"H-He's gone already?" Rebekah asked tiredly, looking at her sideways from the bed. Her disheveled hair covered her face as her slick body, covered in sweat, rocked forward on all fours while Joe fucked her.
"Yes, Elijah has already left, and it seems you've left quite an impression on him. I don't blame him, as his little sister was moaning like a whore without shame all the time he was here."
"S-shut up!! Aah--" Rebekah tried to chide her, but Joe started to fuck her harder.
"Rebekah, don't fall in Katherine's play. Now be a good girl and don't use bad words."
*Spank* *Spank* *Spank*
"D-Daddy~~!!! Mhnnn~! It isn't my faaaultttt~~!!!" Rebekah moaned as he pulled her hair back and spanked her already red ass. "Aaahh"
*Spank*
"And you, Katherine, don't be mean to Rebekah. I will punish you for talking to her like that."
"Really, Joe?" Katherine undressed, accentuating the sway of her hips and breasts as she mischievously enticed him, unfazed by his words. In fact, she was inciting him to play with her. "I can't wait to see what you have in store for little me, Daddy~~." naughtily calling him 'Daddy' as he made Rebekah call him.
"You little minx. I'm going to make you scream until your voice is hoarse with pleasure."
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The next day in New Orleans, Klaus grinned as he surveyed the streets of the old French Quarter. He had arrived early in the morning, and the city was already humming with activity. Locals went about their daily routines while tourists explored the historic streets. Guides led their charges through the city, showcasing buildings of interest, attractions, and sharing the city's rich history.
One such guide was walking with his group near Klaus. "Welcome," he began, "to the darker side of New Orleans, a supernatural playground where the living can easily lose their way and the dead are known to linger and play."
[Gooooooood morning, night city!]