Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. I do, however, own the number of a pizza place so delicious you almost can stomach an episode of The Originals without focusing on the utter uselessness of Camille. Seriously. Like tits on a bull, that one is.

Warning: This narrative is completely devoid of plot and is intended for mature, open-minded audiences only. For real. Your mind needs to be so open, your brain is in danger of falling out. This is Klaus and Caroline in yet another amorous adventure, but please note that Klaus will be in his werewolf form. The entire time. Thank you, klarolinetvd for this hedonistic (and hairy) suggestion!

Author's Note: This is an established Klaroline relationship without the ludicrous plotline of a miracle baby with anyone who isn't Caroline. Hopefully, you will find this story has infinitely more sex appeal than watching an ill-advised (and vomit-inducing) sex scene between Haley and Elijah. Seriously. I've seen Cialis commercials that were more appealing.

The Call of the Defiled

"He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars."
― Jack London, The Call of the Wild

The senseless, violent murder of helpless, innocent woodland creatures was wrong. So very wrong. Sighing, she set aside The Call of the Wild, the book she had tried to distract herself with for the past hour. Klaus was out there in the snow-covered woods of Wyoming stalking his defenseless prey like the cold, blood-thirsty predator he was. And just thinking about him in his massive, muscular wolf form, hunting down weaker beings was turning her on in ways she hadn't thought possible. Before she could ponder the potentially troubling ramifications of her innermost thoughts, the cabin door creaked open.

Klaus nudged open the heavy maple door with his muzzle and sauntered inside. He paused on the thick bearskin rug and with a mighty grunt, began shaking all of the powder-soft snow from his coarse gray and white coat.

As Caroline watched his powerful muscles rippling just under his skin, red-hot desire shot through her like a bullet. She saw that he was moving to crouch down, ready to reassume his human form, and suddenly she stopped him. "Wait!"

He quickly swung his head around to look at her, somewhat startled by her outburst.

She bit her lip, nervous about what she was getting ready to suggest. "Maybe just…don't change back…yet."

Klaus stared at her quizzically, the unspoken question between them.

Caroline hurriedly explained, thinking if her request tumbled out of her mouth all at once, she could get over the embarrassment sooner and not overthink things the way she normally did. "Could we…I mean, maybe you…or us, that is, try things a little differently this time? Just this once?"

The look he gave her conveyed his surprise, but also his intrigue.

"I mean, I've never done anything like…and I mean, I wouldn't normally, but I trust you and you trust me and I've always wondered about…what it would be like if we…while you were still…" She stuttered, breathless at what she was boldly suggesting.

Klaus' eyes glowed yellow as he realized her taboo desires. He slowly stalked toward the massive bed where she lay.

Flustered, she moved back from the edge of the bed, her messy blonde curls almost brushing against the carved wooden headboard. She let out a shaky breath as she maintained steady eye contact with Klaus. Even though she had witnessed Klaus' wolf form on numerous occasions over the years, his incredible size always amazed her. His shoulders reached the top of the tall bed, allowing him to easily rest his enormous head upon the cashmere blanket she had left crumpled at the end of the bed. He huffed impatiently, clearly eager for her to start removing her nightclothes.

She slowly started sliding off her Natori chemise, the ivory silk and black lace complimenting her creamy skin. She left it in a pile by her feet and watched intently as Klaus placed his front forelimbs on the bed, angling his head toward her. With a low growl, he gently nudged the delicate lace with his black nose, inhaling her intoxicating scent deeply. He was smelling her. The thought set her heart racing. With his enhanced senses, he could easily detect her arousal. Normally by now, he would be whispering the most deliciously sinful things to her in his sensual accent. However, while in his wolf form, he was rendered speechless, which meant, Caroline realized with a devious little smile, that it was her turn to drive him wild with a lustful narrative.

"Can you smell how much I want you?" She cooed, laying back against her soft pillow. "I could hear you howling in the woods during your hunt." She whispered confidentially, "I liked it. In fact, I'm jealous that you get to feel your beautiful body transform into another powerful creature." She sighed with longing as she brought a hand slowly down her arm, caressing her skin softly. "I lay here in bed, touching my skin and wishing that it was you. Can you touch me, please?"

He flexed his powerful paws near her feet, and with a grunt, jumped onto the bed, stalking slowly toward her as though she were prey. His eyes flashed dangerously, as though he was going to eat her. She welcomed him to it with a smile. "Where would you like to start?" She asked, a little breathless at his close proximity.

Without hesitation, Klaus quickly brought his gray and white-speckled muzzle to her graceful neck, loudly breathing in her scent and panting with want. Caroline watched her wolf with hooded eyes as he traced both sides of her neck with his cold, wet nose, clearly trying to mark her with his own musky scent. He daringly began licking wide trails down her neck, reaching her swelling breasts. With a piercing whine, his long, soft tongue swirled around her sensitive nipples, stimulating them to harden instantly.

"Yes, just like that, baby." She arched her back against him, brushing her diamond-like points against his firm chest. The coarse, thick fur rubbed against her delicate skin delightfully, making her groan as she whispered, "Can you suck them? Please, please suck them," she begged.

With a huff of desperation, Klaus latched onto a hard nipple, furiously licking the smooth skin and closing his mouth around her breast as he gently tugged. Desire swirled within her, making her grit her teeth against screaming so loudly that he would think he had harmed her. She reached out and gripped his dense coat with her sharp nails, inhaling the scent of the woods and snow and the faint traces of blood from his hunting. "Klaus," she moaned.

Her moan seemed to trigger a primal need within him and suddenly his fangs descended and he rubbed the sharp ends aggressively against her ivory skin. With infinite finesse, he trailed his curved fangs across her stiff nipples, making her back come off of the bed as she tugged his massive head closer to her throbbing breasts with a shout.

He growled more aggressively, nudging her to lay back against the pillow with his powerful head. She complied, panting with anticipation as he moved back to her legs, the golden glow of his eyes instantly warming her. "Do you want me to spread my legs for you?" She asked, her voice trembling with desire.

He held her gaze steadily, his long tongue dipping out of his mouth to lick across his face. Caroline moved her hands down her breasts, savoring in the cold wetness he left behind before sliding down to the tops of her creamy thighs. He watched her small hands with interest, intent on not missing a single sensual movement. Watching him closely, she seductively pushed apart her soft thighs, purposefully allowing her fingers to linger near her trembling core.

Klaus emitted an impatient huff, nudging her fingers out of the way as he brought his nose to her center and breathed her in, allowing her arousal to wash over him. Noticing her sharp intake of breath, he began purposefully pushing his muzzle against her clit, rubbing her sensitive little button with his cold, wet nose. The stark contrast of the cool dampness against her hot core overloaded her senses and she could feel her orgasm was near the tipping point. "You make it feel so good," she groaned, lightly grinding her pelvis against his face.

As though taking her breathless compliment as a challenge, his long tongue snaked out and began darting around her folds, lapping gently at the quivering skin. "Klaus," she shouted, as his tongue suddenly plunged into her, and he aggressively licked at her warm, wet cavern. Her orgasm exploded through her body, her molten core erupting around his clever tongue. He curved the end of his tongue to catch every drop of her desire, intent upon not wasting any of her dewy essence. She continued pumping her hips, riding on his tongue until she was completely spent.

As she lay there, trying to catch her breath, Klaus sat up in between her toned legs, staring at her expectantly. She raised a questioning eyebrow in his direction and as her gaze drifted, she noticed his imposing erection, nearly as large as his human form and casting a rosy glow in the firelight. She scrambled onto her elbows with a slight squeak. "Oh!" She bit her lip nervously, "You want to…while you're still…with me?"

Sensing her hesitation, he softly huffed, lightly licking the top of her still-trembling thigh.

Watching his tongue dart out to lick his lips again, desire throbbed through her once more and Caroline realized that her curiosity extended to coupling with Klaus while he was fully ensconced within his wolf form. "Ok." She whispered, practically vibrating with anticipation.

She carefully arranged herself on all fours, and with a shiver of delight, heard him began to pant loudly when presented with her round, firm behind. Without hesitation, he eagerly mounted her, his claws scratching down her shoulders as he fully thrust within her.

Her body was on fire as he filled her with his thickened member. He was too big, too strong, and too perfect, and she groaned in pleasure as he kept hitting all of her sensitive places buried deep within. Every powerful thrust drove her trembling hands and knees further into the soft mattress, and his contented growls communicated his own pleasurable release was not far away. His coarse fur chaffed sensually against her smooth back as he roughly pushed on her, driving his engorged penis further inside.

With a moan, she fell over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her violently and she felt him suddenly still and the hot rush of his desire shot through her. Both of them panting, they collapsed against each other, laying in a pile of fur and sweat-soaked skin in the middle of the bed.

With a contented sigh, she lazily brushed her fingers through his fur. She slyly whispered, "You know, if I had realized how sexy Jack London's subject matter could be, I would have paid closer attention during class."