Klaus, You Know You Like Chocolate Milk

Working Off the Sweets

Elias's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I unlocked the door with the spare Klaus had given me in case of emergency. And if trying to escape those obsessive triplets isn't an emergency, I don't know what is. I sighed with relief once I was safely inside and took a moment to digest everything. The kitchen was spotless and freshly stocked, nothing too abnormal. Except that key lime pie just sitting there. That's tempting. But also highly unlike either Catrina or my brother. I took note of the finger dips in the filling before placing it in the fridge for them. I began to tentatively wander through the rest of the house, worry setting in at the lack of activity in the usually rambunctious house. And then I froze. Was... was that...?

"Ah~" Heat coursed through my body at the sound of Catrina's sexually fueled moans.

My body went rigid six feet from their bedroom. I wasn't ignorant; I knew two consenting adults living together were bound to engage in more intimate activities, but I WAS PERFECTLY CONTENT BELIEVING THEY NEVER WENT FURTHER THAN SECOND BASE.

"Ah- ah- aaah~" Catrina's sweet voice only rang out louder the longer I stood there. I knew I needed to move. Klaus wouldn't hesitate to kill me if he discovered I heard a part of Catrina that was exclusive to him and only him. I had to move. But at the same time... I just couldn't. All the feelings I had suppressed for Catrina the past two years came bubbling back up- ferociously. I could feel myself growing harder and my palms begin to sweat more at every feminine mewl that reached me. Before I knew it, I was fantasizing her making those noises for me.... How feverish her innocent face would look up at me, begging for more, how her tiny body would writhe with pleasure underneath me, how perfectly her perky breasts would bounce at every thrust.... No! NO! NO!

I yanked my hair and bit my lip until the pain snapped me out of it. I was breathing hard, eyes wide, astonished at myself for thinking such devilish things about my own brother's girlfriend. It was considerably rude to fantasize about a taken woman in the first place, but fantasizing about Klaus's girl was a whole new level of despicable. I suddenly felt dirty and hastily, yet quietly, made my way out of the house. I didn't know what to do with myself after that, but I sure as hell wasn't going to stick around and find out what Klaus would do....

Omniscient POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When it came to Catrina, Klaus was a feverish mess that couldn't be content no matter where he went and as a result wound up being everywhere at once. Catrina always found herself in a pleasant haze from the whiplash of Klaus's turbulent love. He began as he always did- fondling her breasts while invading her mouth with his tongue, creating a minty, salivating dance only they had the pleasure of performing. He became rougher the more of her he desired, eventually pinching and pulling on her rosebuds, eliciting excited gasps the moment he moved away to let them breathe. His mouth traveled down to the honey-spot on her neck he happily discovered the first time they made love. Her hips bucked up to his, making the foreplay seem like more of a chore as he fought back the urge to just take her until his heart content.

But he continued to warm up his precious little princess, relishing in the feel of her delicate skin and the sound of her cute voice morphing into moans meant only for him. He took one of her erect nips into his mouth as one of his free hands traced her curves down to a more sensitive nub. Even through the panties, the contact was enough to make Catrina cry out. She didn't know how Klaus did it, but he always rubbed her the right way. Literally. He started out slowly circling her clit, building up the tension before gradually rubbing faster and faster until he gave in to her pitiful whimpers. He smirked as he released the other bud he had been suckling before trailing kisses down her abdomen. At the edge of her band, he glanced up at her, waiting. She returned his glance with wavering eyes and began to fidget at the anticipation. But still he waited, wanting something in return for his services.