Shared Memories (R-18)

Elena walked through the dimly lit halls of the Salvatore Boarding House, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floors. The scent of old books and aged bourbon lingered in the air, a familiar comfort. The night's events weighed heavily on her, pressing against her chest like a secret she wasn't sure she should have kept.

As she stepped into Stefan's room, he turned to face her, his eyes immediately scanning her form. His breath caught slightly at the sight of her in the regal dress, the soft candlelight reflecting off the delicate fabric. She looked ethereal—like a vision from another world.

"You look… stunning," he said, his voice low, thick with something she couldn't quite place.A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but it was weighed down by everything she had been holding in.

"Thanks. It was… a night."

He studied her carefully, his jaw tightening slightly. "Tell me about it."

Elena hesitated. She knew she should be honest with him, but part of her wanted to bury everything that had transpired and pretend like she hadn't felt what she did. Yet, as she met Stefan's gaze, she could see something was already haunting him.

"What's wrong?" she asked, stepping closer.

Stefan forced a smile, shaking his head. "Nothing. Just… thinking."

She didn't believe him. He was hiding something, the way his fingers curled into his palm, the way his eyes darted away.

Elena swallowed hard. "Stefan… have you noticed it? The way I act around Leon?"

His silence was answer enough. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she forced herself to say what she had been avoiding all night.

"I did tonight. I realized something about myself… and I hated it. When I was standing next to him, feeling the attention, the envy, I—" she exhaled sharply, "I felt like Katherine."

Stefan's expression darkened, and she instantly regretted saying it so bluntly.

"That disgusts me, Stefan. I don't want to be that person. I don't want to want that kind of power, that kind of attention. And I certainly don't want to be someone who—" she paused, biting her lip, "who craves something outside of what we have."

Stefan's fingers twitched at his sides. He had already been on edge, his mind plagued by images of Elena and Leon together—how they had moved in sync, how her eyes had lingered on him for a second too long. But hearing it from her own lips sent a fresh wave of something primal through him.

"Elena…" he started, but she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him. "No. I love you, Stefan. I do. And I need you to know that."

He held her tightly, his grip almost possessive. He could hear the sincerity in her voice, but the lingering memories of Elena fucked into a unrecognizable slut but Leon plagued his mind. And the thought of her being drawn to Leon, even if against her will, clawed at his restraint. But, he wouldn't let it fester. He couldn't let Leon win any part of her heart.

He had to wash Leon away and make his mark again on every part of Elena's body, inside and out.

Stefan's hands slid up her back, fingers grazing the delicate skin of her shoulders as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Then show me," he murmured.

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, fierce and unyielding. Elena gasped at the intensity, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into him, allowing the fire he ignited in her to consume every doubt, every hesitation.

Stefan wasn't just kissing her—he was claiming her, reminding her of what they had, of what they were. His hands traced over the fabric of her dress before sliding lower, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.

Elena's breath hitched as Stefan's lips traveled down her neck, his fangs teasing against her skin. A sharp thrill ran through her, a dangerous mix of fear and desire. He had always been careful with her, always restrained. But tonight, there was no hesitation. No walls."Stefan," she breathed, her fingers tangling into his hair.

He lifted her effortlessly, laying her onto the bed with a reverence that sent shivers down her spine. His gaze burned with something raw, something ancient. He needed her to feel this, to know this—what they had was deeper, stronger than whatever fleeting pull she felt toward Leon.

And tonight, he would make sure she never forgot it.

The rest of the world, the coven, Leon—it all faded into nothing as Stefan left his mark, not just on her body, but on her soul.

It was dark and early in the morning, Elena and Stefan had finally finished with their tryst and Elena lay back amazed. Pulling her hair back in a bun, she looked at Stefan with a toothy grin.

"That…was amazing…" she exhaled, "And that thing you did, you've never done that before. Fuck! That was so different. I mean every time is good vamp sex, but that…mmm"

Elena looks to the ceiling, still blown away, "You should keep doing like that. But right now, I have to pee, I've been holding it for like ever."

Elena shot up and moved most swiftly towards the hallway. As she left, Stefan collapsed into the bed. 

Stefan's pride is hit. Elena still has energy, she did not look or sound the way she did in his memory of her and Leon together. And her body didn't do the things that Leon made it do. Stefan wondered if Leon was simply better in bed? He had witnessed Leon's abilities, no less than a vampire's. Compared to him, Stefan wondered how much did he fall short in pleasing Elena, after all, his sheets are wet, but Leon had fuck Elena and created a puddle on the same mattress.

Stefan wondered if he was simply overthinking. This was the first time they had been together since the incident. He forced himself to enjoy it and put other thoughts aside. 

However, Damon couldn't let it go. He quietly watched his brother through the barely cracked bedroom door that Elena neglected to shut. Damon watched him with a bleeding heart.

Seeing his brother's pride hit, Damon could no longer hide it. In a moment, he was down the hall in the bathroom with Elena. She turned around startled. 

Damon hadn't come to talk as he grasped her head.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking.

Damon had to choose, Elena or his brother. And with Leon's sudden manipulation thanks to his memories from the transmigrated soul, Damon and Elena had yet to hit the point of wildly blossoming feelings. 

Damon chose his brother.

"You have to know the truth so that Stefan can heal. With or without you. This time, I'll pick up the pieces myself." Damon swore, eyes watering.

Elena was confused, scared, then the memories came.

Damon shows her the memories that Stefan shared with him. 

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-The Day of Torture-

"Finally!" Leon sings as he walks in. You finally noticed your brother missing. Vanessa told me you two were rather close, but I guess she was wrong."

"Leon…" Stefan guessed.

"Leon Alphonz Bellatunde Delgallo." he informed Stefan.

Stefan moved Katerina behind him and she accepted his protection wholeheartedly. Leon chuckled when he saw this. Stefan really was pathetic.

"Before I begin. You should know, I merely planned to come to town, stay awhile, then move on once the sun and moon ritual was over. But you couldn't let that happen."

"Look…"

Crack!

Stefan's mind goes blank at this point. But it didn't last long as the searing pain of Vervain woke him. He struggles desperately as Elena watches from the side, her eyes red with tears and her body naked.

She stood there crying and trying to shield her nakedness. Stefan raged and pulled against the changes, shocked at their durability. It wasn't long before he realized the restraining rod and chains were enchanted. 

"Please! Please just stop," Elena cried out to him. He said he'd leave if you took your punishment. Damon shouldn't have touched Vanessa…"

Stefan heard her and wondered what Leon must have done to her. He flew into another roaring and showing his fangs as Leon laughed.

"Your woman has more sense than you, Stefan," Leon spoke, seizing his chin and forcing vervain water down his throat. 

Elena sobbed harder.

"Move and I kill him!" Leon roared.

Elena flinched.

Leon then proceeded to beat Stefan, hands drenched in vervain and strength coming from the power of a sacrificed Original Vampire constantly feeding him power.

Stefan's bones broke under his blows, healing slower than they were broken. Stefan couldn't keep up. Leon began to fillet Stefan's skin, take his nails, and finally, he inserted his blade into Stefan's chest. The same way Klaus was punished by the pain and agony of every life sacrificed with Papa Tunde's Blade, Stefan was punished.

The torture seemed to go on for hours until it stopped. With blurred vision, he heard Elena's voice.

"Stop it…Please. I'll do anything. Please, she sobbed.

The haunting laughter of Leon shook his soul as the chill words followed, "You came after my woman, I'll go after yours."

Stefan's heart lurched, and by the time his vision healed and cleared, Elena lay naked in his bed, holding her legs, forearms pressed against the back of her legs as her knees touched her breasts.

She wasn't crying, she wasn't fighting, biting her lips to the point they drew blood. And Leon's dick was hard a pillar, thicker than Elena's wrist with veins throbbing along its shaft. The length was disrespectful as Stefan looked at his naked flesh and compared it to his own.

"No! Stop! Stop! I'll fucking Kill you Leon! I Swear I'll rip your fucking heart out !" Stefan was finally awakened and seething.

"Why, because her tight little pussy hunger for me?" Leon laughed, "Look how she hold her leg so i can fuck her deep, you that pink pussy breath, how her hole open and pushes cream from deep within, the her lips swell with arousal and glisten from the way i fucked up before you woke."

"Stefan…please. Stop looking please. It's almost over and then we're…. ahhhh! Fuck!" her moan had nearly shattered his heart.

"I'm not all the way in yet. " Leon sighed, " just a little more"

He squatted over her and pushed down. Stefan watched her innocent pink asshole open and as her body shuddered. Leon then pulled out completely. Stefan could see how wet Elena was, the her juices coated the black dick had an undeniable contrast. And as he popped out, Elena's cries filled the room as her pussy squirted and hit the rod that sent her over the edge and the thighs like trunks that held up the monster that was going to devour again.

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"Stop!" Elena shouted, " I…I…That's not me! I wouldn't do that! I …. I can't do…that!"

"Well you did!" Damon growled, "He made you and he's not finished!"

Damon grabbed her again and the memories came flooding.

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-The Day of Torture Continued-

Leon squatted low again and re-inserted himself, stretching her further than before as she whimpered and begged in a way that left Stefan unsure if she was asking for more or hoping he would finish soon.

Before his eyes, Stefan watched as Leon bottomed out and Elena's eyes shut open, she released her legs as her body convulsed. Beneath her breath, Stefan could hear.

"Yes…Yes…"

Leon gripped her hips from both sides, raised and continued to thrust with unrelenting, chaotic rhythm. The sound of wet pussy being fuck with a a deep squelch and air bubbles being pushed out created a sound primal pleasure as Elena no longer held her moans and carnal thoughts. 

Her pussy flowed, spilled thick cream when she wasn't squirting another man's cock. And finally, as Leon let her body drop and let his dick stand free, his words sent chills up Stefan's spine and he watched Elena get goosebump.

Weakly she moves to her knees and opens her mouth wide, tongue hanging to her chin. She repeated the words he wanted.

"Please give me your dick milk, daddy. I want to taste you while he watches." Elena's voice, sweet, sultry, right before strong ropes of cum splattered across her tongue and pretty face. She smiled as she was baptized in his seed.

Stefan hung his head and when he looked up again, she was on all fours, her hair wrapped around his hand and her face still painted with cum. She was slut he couldn't recognize. And once he believed she was complaining to appease Leon and soon, Elena was speaking from a place of her own desire, a hidden, deliciously, heinous desire.

"Please, put in, Leon. Please fuck my with that great dick." she began, her voice fell lower as if pouting, "I'm just a dumb bitch…"

"Uhhnnn," 

Leon thrust and Elena went wild in front of her lover.

"What're you supposed to say when I put in?"

"Thank you!" she cried with every thrust. Her mantra, like a song.

And turn on rhythm she threw her hips back and fucked with the same fervor as Leon.

"Watch me, Stefan! Please watch me." She called out, "I'm doing this for you. I'm saving you! HE'S RUINING MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY! AAhhh UNNn Fuck! Yes, don't stopping, I'm cumming. I'm cumming on your dick again!"

And with every round, every pose, every thrust, and every word, Elena fell into depravity until Stefan's mind went blank.

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Elena was frozen with shock. Tears rolled down her cheek, broken-hearted. Then fear took over followed by shame. 

"I didn't… That… I don't…" Elena then remembered the power Leon displayed and she knew it was possible that he could have played with her mind.

'I enjoyed that. They he fucked me… That thing with his finger. My ass' she thought, 'I loved it in my ass. Stop!'

She was thinking of the wrong things, the images and words she said to Stefan came to mind again. The way she allowed Leon to devour her any way he pleased.

Then memories of the bonfire and the many times she interacted with him came to mind. The connection between them. The faces she made, her face painted in his cum, and the things he did to her. That long hard rod wonders, its thickness and the size of his balls filled her mind's eyes. The way slapping her clit and asshole as he railed her sent waves through even now.

Was that craving...She felt shameful, dirty, and instead of going to Stefan, she fled. 

Although the memories were wrong and horrific, the truth of how she felt was all over her face and expressed by her body, even if she didn't remember it herself. How could she be with Stefan now?

Then, as she got into her car, she began to cry furiously as she recalled the words she had said to Stefan about her attraction to Leon. She suddenly felt worse than Katherine.