#rebekol

“You know,” Kol muses to Rebekah. “I do envy them this one thing. After we’ve feasted, there’s no one left to fuck. But they’re never left wanting.”

At court, Kol grew accustomed to the wealth of warm bodies. Though he loved the taste of young women’s blood, he sampled their flesh and pleasures just as often.

Rebekah isn’t immune to the allure of sex, either. Without the watchful eye of her father, and with countless advances from those at court, Rebekah sampled her share of flesh as well.

She misses the attention, more than anything. Her brothers barely look at her.

Now they are all she has. Finn can hardly stand to speak to any of them. Niklaus and Elijah are too wrapped up in each other to notice anyone else.

Kol, though…

He has a streak of wickedness in him. Nothing that compares to Niklaus, but he cares not for the laws of men.

Perhaps…

She rises, propping herself on one elbow. She lets her hair spill long and loose over her shoulder, catching the sliver of moonlight.

“There’s always…me.”

She sneaks her hand up his sprawled body—on the pretense of grabbing his hand, but she lets her fingers dance across his thigh. His groin.

Kol shifts the arm under his head so he can meet her gaze, a little confused and a little curious. “Bex?”

Rebekah’s heart speeds up. Her breath comes out in a quiet rush. “I mean…we could always…”

“What, you and me?” Kol’s mouth twists down. “No, thank you.”

He turns his head to the side, away from her.

“Why not?” Rebekah rolls onto her stomach, chasing after him. Lays one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, turning him gently back.

He shifts uncomfortably. “You’re my sister.”

“And?”

“And I don’t want you.”

It’s bald and plain and unapologetic. He cares nothing for her feelings, for letting her down easy.

Rebekah’s heart stings. It’s not the first time Kol has pushed her away.

But with Nik as a brother, Rebekah has grown accustomed to much deeper rejections.

Beyond them, in the occupied tent, Elijah’s deep voice stretches into a euphoric groan.

Rebekah chases Kol’s eyes until their gazes meet. His grudging, hers pleading.

“You can’t think it’s wrong. No more wrong than…anything else we’ve done tonight.” She glances suggestively in the direction of the corpses they created.

Kol shrugs at this, a flicker of agreement passing over his face.

“You don’t think I’m pretty?”

“You are, Bex. I suppose. But not for me. You’re just…” He grimaces. “I remember you suckling at Mother’s breast. I remember bathing you in the stream before you could walk.”

“I’m not a child anymore,” she insists. “Look at me.”

She moves her skirt, slowly lifting one bare leg over his body until she is practically straddling him.

She has never had to seduce anyone. Everyone she has bedded has been willing—eager, even—

He tenses under her, as though she is an overeager pup who wants to play in the dead of night.

Yet his eyes travel, almost unconsciously, down the length of her body.

She leans closer to him, pressing their torsos together—making sure he can feel the firm roundness of her breasts through her dress.

“You don’t have to want me. But I’m warm and willing and I’m here. Just imagine I’m a stranger.”

Kol groans, covering his eyes with a bent elbow. Yet other parts of him respond differently—his heart speeds up, his legs twitch.

She presses a series of kisses down his jaw and neck, while her hand wanders into his shirt. His stomach muscles hiccup under her light, teasing touch.

By the time her fingers slip below his waist, a tent has already begun to form in his pants.

“By the gods, Bex,” he says, a little breathless. “You’re going to damn me to hell.”

Rebekah strokes his hardening cock, eliciting what can only be described as a whimper out of her confident, smug brother.

She drags her mouth back up his neck to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Meets his dark-pupiled eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze.

“If there is a hell,” she whispers, letting her teeth graze his cheek, then his ear, “we’re already destined for it.”

Kol smirks at that.

He rolls suddenly, flipping their bodies so he straddles her. His sex presses hard and insistent into her skirt, into the join between her legs.

She laughs breathlessly, only to find his hand over her mouth. “Don’t talk, little sister. You might make me remember what I’m doing.”

He’s looking at her hands, her chest, anywhere but her face.

No matter. He is hers for the night.

She smiles against his fingers and uses her tongue to lure two of them into her mouth, where she sucks them lewdly.

.

He tears her dress beyond repair, though he doesn’t fully remove it.

He pushes his fingers into her, sighing at the warm wetness.

She takes his cock in his mouth and lets him have a few good thrusts.

She doesn’t speak, even when a particularly enthusiastic thrust hits the back of her throat exactly wrong, and her eyes begin to water.

She leaves enough spit as a lubricant as he withdraws his member and tears her skirt open.

He doesn’t wait for her discomfort to fade before he is moving inside her, digging, it seems, for his own completion.

He hits some of the right spots along the way, and Rebekah muffles her cries into his shoulder when she sees stars.

She tears his shirt open and runs her tongue over his chest, his hard nipples. He wrenches her dress open at the neckline and gropes at her breasts, squeezing rather harder than she’d like.

“Oh, god—oh, god, Bex—” Kol seems to have forgotten about pretending she’s anyone else. He braces his hands, leaning more of his weight on her breasts.

She moans, near pain. Her brother is on top of her, thrusting into her at a rapidly increasing and erratic pace. She doesn’t mind.

She pulls one hand free and repositions it at her clit, letting the pads of her fingers enhance the experience.

Kol comes with a shudder and a groan. His fingers close tight around her breasts—if they were still human, she’d have bruises for weeks.

He slumps around her, their half-naked bodies clashing warm—but not soft—on the ground. He pants into her collarbone, worn out quickly by his efforts.

She feels him soften inside of her, and she accepts that she’s not going to come tonight.

Not with him, anyway. Nik and Elijah are still going at it, by the sounds from their tent.

Kol slides out of her without meeting her eyes. Warm, runny liquid leaks out of her cunt and down toward her buttocks.

He sighs and dismounts her. Runs an arm across his sweaty brow. “Damn it. I…I needed that.”

Rebekah swipes a stray strand of hair off of her face. “So did I.”

Kol flops back onto the ground, on his back, and stares up at the sky. He makes no move to distance himself from her.

“Next…next time I should take you from behind. That’ll be…easier. I think.”

Rebekah covers her sly smile with an arm. “All right. Whatever you want.”

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