The Vampire Diaries: Bastard Line of Delgallo

Leon and Vanessa sat across from each other at the wooden table in the quiet cabin, the glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the large windows. The weight of time spent apart lingered between them, but now, face to face, they found solace in the warmth of each other's company.

"It's been too long," Vanessa murmured, tracing the rim of her glass with a finger.

Leon nodded, his gaze locked onto her. "Too long, indeed. We've both been through so much."

They spoke of the past—of the dangers they had encountered, the obstacles that had kept them apart, and the battles they had fought alone. But as the conversation shifted, so did the atmosphere. The tension eased, giving way to something lighter, something familiar.

Deciding to make up for lost time, Leon prepared a meal for them. The scent of grilled steak and roasted vegetables filled the air as Vanessa watched him cook, a smile on her lips. They ate together, savoring the food and the moment, allowing themselves to simply be.

After lunch, they ventured into the wilderness, hiking along a rugged trail that led to a hidden waterfall. The cascading water glistened under the sunlight, and they settled on a grassy patch nearby, enjoying a quiet picnic. Vanessa closed her eyes, listening to the sound of rushing water, and feeling the breeze against her skin. She felt at peace.

Leon twisted his palm toward the sky. A beautifully crafted blade—Los Muertos Blade appeared. He held it out to her, his expression serious yet filled with admiration.

"With this, you won't have to rely on others for power," he said. "You can make your own sacrifices, draw from your own source."

Vanessa's breath caught in her throat as she took the blade, running her fingers over its intricate design. Power radiated from it, and she could feel its potential humming through her veins. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she looked up at Leon.

"This is incredible," she whispered. "Thank you."

Leon leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You deserve it."

Vanessa was genuinely touched. She understood what Leon had gone through to get the Los Muertos Blade. To be trapped in the prison world, rushing around the world, gathering artifacts and the like, all to protect their future.

The intensity between them surged, and in that moment, desire overtook restraint. Daylight and public be damned, Leon seized her lips, kissing her deeply. Vaness began to melt under his pressure, the way his tongue saved hers and his hands roamed her body with a sense of ownership.

A moan escaped her lips.

She wanted him.

'I need you…" she whispered.

"Please" she pouted.

Leon gave in. His magic surged, her clothes were turned to shreds and taken to the wind. It was a masterful display of control. 

Naked and on display, Leon marveled at her erect nipples and the truculent shein between her thighs. He chuckled and moved back in. Kissing her from her lips to her neck, creating a road of electricity that wrecked Vanessa's body with pleasure.

"That's it." she moaned

His tongue lashed at her button nipples, her head fell back and her lips parted. Juice rushed from her pussy in a thick stream. With two fingers, Leon caught the drip and was allowed to coat his fingers. 

As he continued to lick, nip, and suck her beautiful tits, he used her juices to massage her pussy lips, parting and dipping into her hole ever so often. 

"Fuck…" she whined as all his efforts focused on the engorged clit peeking out from beneath her hood. 

Leon rubbed her with pressure and magic. From her clit, a ball of lightning filled her up. He was relentless in his pursuit as the first surge hit and her body convulsed. Her hips bucked and her pussy opened ever so slightly as thick creamy nectar gushed forth. 

Leon never stopped, pushing her again and again until Venassea sat in the pool of her cum. Her breathing was erratic. She held onto her lover to keep from collapsing and tried her best to keep her hazy eyes open.

In her halved vision, she could see Leon's smile.

'I'm not finished' she thought, frightened as much as she was excited.

In a rush, she was on all fours. She could only gasp at his new strength. 

"Yes!" she rejoiced. The feel of his massive finger entering her pussy. She knew what was coming.

With a few curls of Leon's fingers, gracing the roof of her pussy, her back arced and she cried out in bliss as every curl of his finger caused her pussy to squirt small geysers.

Leon pulled out with a little force and witnessed a damn break inside of Vanessa. Amid a mind-numbing bliss, she could hear the force of squirting hitting the picnic blanket.

"You ready?" Leon asked in a low rumble, tightening the grip on her heart.

"You're so fucking hard," Her voice was shaky, the tip of his dick was at her entrance and just the tip had stretched her so good, she could anticipate the fucking that was…

"God, Yes. Fuck!" she screamed.

Leon had slammed his dick into her, his large sack slapping against her swollen and abused clit.

"Haa, I missed Daddy dick, so much" she whimpered, "oh, you fill up so good."

Leon wore a smirk as he made his dick twitch inside of her before pulling out to just the tip and slamming back into her. 

"Haha, that pussy is already gushing, baby. Hold out just a little bit" he instructed, "I want to enjoy myself too."

"I'm sorry, Daddy" Her voice was soft, whiney, sweet.

Leon could only recall the conversation they heard on the phone back when he went to Richmond. Vanessa was always good at talking, but things always ended with a cock drunk cum slut that he loved dearly.

The sun bore witness as their bodies intertwined, fiery passion igniting under the open sky. In the heart of nature, beneath the warmth of daylight, they surrendered to each other completely, reaffirming their bond in the most primal of ways.

As the day faded into the golden hues of the evening, Vanessa lay spent and glistening in a mix of sweat and their shared essence. But, Leon held his sigh in as he suppressed his urges, forcing his cock to soften.

With a glance, he could see his lover, swollen, red, and gapping. Though her holes were ever-flowing, it was merely her overstimulated body trying to keep up. Once Leon was calm enough, he joined her. They lay together, tangled in each other's arms.

Vanessa held on to this feeling, clinging to it desperately. The urge to ask him about what Jenna confessed was snuffed out.

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While Leon and Vanessa spent the day away from town, the ebbs and flow of conflict didn't stop in Mystic Falls.

Dr. Martin sat at the dinner table, eyes closed, murmuring incantations under his breath. Luka's spirit, tethered to his will, drifted into the ether, invisible to all but the most attuned. His destination: the Salvatore house. His mission: retrieve the dagger from Elijah's chest.

Elena's earlier suggestion—one subtly influenced by Leon's machinations—had pushed the plan into motion. It was the perfect deception, one that played on Dr. Martin's desperation to see Elijah resurrected and turned against Klaus.

As Luka's spectral form materialized within the grand Salvatore estate, he drifted past the ornate furnishings and into the parlor where Elijah's lifeless body lay. Slowly, his ethereal fingers wrapped around the dagger's hilt.

A flicker of movement caught Damon's sharp eyes. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. He didn't need to see Luka's spirit to know something was amiss. Without hesitation, he reached for the flamethrower—a crude but effective weapon against unseen entities. With a burst of fire, the room ignited in bright orange hues. Luka's cry of agony reverberated through the mansion as his spirit, tethered to his body miles away, combusted.

Back at the Martin house, Luka collapsed, his body convulsing in flames before finally going still. Dr. Martin's heart clenched in horror and rage as he watched his son burn before his eyes.

Dr. Martin's hands trembled as he held Luka's lifeless body, fury searing through his veins. He had lost too much already—his family, his faith in the supernatural order, and now his son. There would be no negotiation, no reasoning. Damon Salvatore had taken his son's life, and he would take Damon's in return.

Yet, Damon was nowhere to be found.

If he couldn't find Damon, he would make him suffer. And what better way than by taking someone Damon cared about? He moved to his study and returned with personal items stolen from Elena. With a simple locator spell, he found her.

At the Delgallo house, Alice had thrown one of her famous parties, and Elena had convinced her friends to join in. A night of distraction was sorely needed. Bonnie, still stripped of her magic, needed to be as far away as possible from the schemes brewing around her. A party seemed like the perfect excuse.

Music thumped through the house, and the scent of alcohol and perfume hung thick in the air. Caroline, ever the social butterfly, twirled a strand of blonde hair around her finger as she chatted with Matt. His blue eyes held warmth, but there was uncertainty there too. He knew what she was, yet being with her felt… normal. Familiar.

"See?" Caroline teased. "Still the same me."

Matt exhaled, nodding. "Yeah… you are."

Then the door burst open.

Dr. Martin stormed in, his presence commanding. The room fell silent as the air crackled with unseen energy. His gaze swept the partygoers, locking onto Elena.

Panic spread like wildfire. Before anyone could react, he lifted his hand, sending a forceful wave that knocked people off their feet. Chaos erupted—screams, shattered glass, bodies scrambling to escape.

Matt was thrown against a table, a sharp piece of wood slicing through his side. He groaned, blood seeping through his shirt.

Caroline rushed to his side. "Matt, stay with me," she pleaded. Without hesitation, she bit into her wrist and pressed it to his lips.

Matt hesitated for only a moment before drinking. A strange warmth spread through him, the pain dulling as his wounds knitted together. He looked up at Caroline, a newfound understanding in his gaze. "I trust you."

Meanwhile, Dr. Martin searched frantically for Elena. But she was gone.

Frustrated, Dr. Martin stormed out, his rage unchecked.

Back inside, Alice grabbed her phone and dialed Leon with trembling hands. "It's Dr. Martin—he's after Elena."

Leon and Vanessa quickly dressed, Leon having a spare set of clothes in his interspatial ring. The picnic was abandoned the moment the call came through. Without a word, they were in the car, racing towards the Gilbert house.

Vanessa looked to Leon to see if he expected this, but she couldn't gleam anything and was too tired to care more than she had.

While Mystic Falls braced for battle, Katherine had her own agenda. Slipping through the shadows of the Salvatore mansion, she rummaged through Damon's belongings. A smirk played on her lips as she found the moonstone, nestled in a soap dish.

"Really, Damon? A soap dish?" She rolled her eyes, pocketing the stone before vanishing into the night.

At the Gilbert house, the air was thick with tension. Stefan, Caroline, and Jeremy stood ready, Bonnie still powerless but determined. And without Katherine, their backup was dead in the water. They had no choice but to fight.

Dr. Martin appeared, his fury radiating in waves.

Before the first blow could land, the door swung open.

Leon stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Enough."

The room fell silent.

Dr. Martin's eyes burned with fury. He remembered Elijah's words and Dr. Martin knew full well the dangers of the Delgallo bloodline.

"That vampire killed my son," he said.

Leon met his gaze, unwavering. "And revenge won't bring him back."

A moment stretched between them, thick with unspoken grief. At the same time, Dr. Martin could feel the bone short sword that Leon held.

Finally, Dr. Martin exhaled sharply and took a step back. The storm in his eyes dimmed—slightly, but enough.

"You resemble him, all of them. Bastard or not, Delgallo blood is strong in you." said Dr. Martin

For now, the battle was paused.