The low, steady hum of the McLaren’s engine filled the brief silence between them.
Aleksander kept his eyes on the dark, winding road, but his gaze seemed to look far beyond the asphalt and the trees.
He could feel the invisible, intricate web of destiny pulling tight over the town.
Lexi let out a quiet sigh, staring out the window.
“A normal girl pushed into a supernatural storm, just because she was born a Doppelganger.”
”We cannot do anything to stop it, Lexi,” Aleksander explained gently.
“She has supernatural blood running through her veins. Being pulled into the supernatural world was going to happen to her sooner or later.”
Lexi turned back to him, her brow furrowed.
“What about Stefan? Can’t I at least warn him? Or better yet, can’t you just break the spell that the Traveler coven used on them?”
”Nature has a will of its own, Lexi,” Aleksander replied, his voice carrying a heavy, ancient tone.
“Everything happening here with the Salvatores, the Doppelganger cycle, the vampires drawn to this town… it’s all part of a massive, intertwined design. It is Fate. If I step in and just shatter those threads prematurely, the backlash would be catastrophic. The world always corrects itself, and it usually does it violently. Some things are simply meant to happen.”
He paused, his thumb tapping thoughtfully against the steering wheel.
“But there is a compromise. I can weaken the allure. This way, Stefan won’t get completely swept away by the Doppelganger charm. He’ll feel the pull, but he’ll be able to keep his own mind.”
Lexi’s shoulders relaxed slightly.
“That is much better,” she said, before looking at him curiously.
“What about the others?”
”I’ll protect Bonnie, definitely,” Aleksander answered without hesitation.
“And the same goes for Elena—at least until she turns into that manipulative Doppelganger self and expects me to just clear away all her problems for her.”
Lexi nodded, feeling that was more than fair.
As they drove on, Aleksander kept his expression perfectly neutral, hiding the deeper, darker thoughts turning over in his mind.
The truth was, even from his past life, before he was reborn as the Avatar of Nature, he harbored a deep, lingering bias against Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert.
Remembering the story from his previous life, both characters disgusted him to a great extent—especially with their staggering selfishness and how they constantly treated Caroline and Bonnie as disposable collateral damage.
For now, he was going to overlook it.
He would give this world’s Elena and Damon a chance to prove they were different.
But the second they fell into their old habits, he wouldn’t lift a finger to save them.
Lexi watched him in the dim light of the dashboard, quietly absorbing the sheer, terrifying scale of the world he had to navigate.
But there was one piece of his philosophy that still didn’t quite make sense to her.
”But what about my kind?” she asked softly, studying his sharp profile.
“Your aunt made it pretty clear that traditional witches view vampires as a direct violation of the natural order. If you literally represent Nature’s will, shouldn’t you feel the exact same way about me?”
Aleksander glanced over at her, the heavy seriousness in his eyes melting away into a warm, genuine smile.
”My aunt is a traditionalist,” Aleksander replied easily.
“She sees the world in rigid black and white. But I am the Embodiment of Nature. I don’t just serve Nature; I understand it.”
He reached across the center console, resting his hand comfortably on her thigh.
”Like I said when we met—if Nature truly abhorred vampires and didn’t want them to exist, you wouldn’t,” he explained, his thumb brushing gently over the denim of her jeans.
“The Earth would have swallowed your kind whole a thousand years ago. Magic could have easily wiped you out. But it didn’t.”
Lexi listened intently, completely captivated by his words.
”Instead, Nature simply created a balance,” Aleksander continued.
“It gave you a weakness to the sun, a vulnerability to wood, and an allergy to vervain. It put restrictions on you, but it allowed you to remain in the ecosystem. As far as I’m concerned, vampires are meant to be here, because Nature allowed you to exist.”
Lexi let out a slow breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
For over three hundred years, every witch she had ever met had called her an abomination, a mistake, a parasite on the earth.
Hearing those words—that she truly belonged here—coming directly from the Prince of Witches himself sent a profound, settling peace straight through her chest.
A soft, genuine smile spread across Lexi’s face.
She turned her hand over, intertwining her fingers tightly with his.
For the first time in a very long time, she didn’t just feel like a predator wandering the earth.
She felt exactly where she was meant to be.
The hot water of the shower easily washed away the fatigue of the long drive.
When Aleksander finally stepped out of the bathroom, running a hand through his damp hair with a towel slung low around his waist, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Lexi had completely discarded her leather jacket and denim jeans. This story is hosted at g.com.
Instead, she was dressed in a stunning set of sheer black lace lingerie that perfectly accentuated every curve of her body.
A slow, rhythmic song was playing softly from her phone on the nightstand, and Lexi was moving to the beat.
She swayed her hips in a hypnotic, unhurried dance, completely confident in her own skin.
When she caught sight of Aleksander standing in the doorway, a wicked gleam flashed in her hazel eyes.
Her movements instantly shifted, becoming deliberately slower and much more sensual.
She closed the distance between them with a graceful, predatory stride, never breaking eye contact.
Just as she reached him, she turned around, pressing her back flush against his chest and swaying her hips to grind slowly against him.
Aleksander’s hands instinctively found her waist, his grip firm and possessive against her bare skin.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right beneath her ear.
”You drive me crazy,” Aleksander whispered, his voice dropping into a dark, rough murmur.
Lexi let out a soft, satisfied laugh.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, a triumphant smirk spreading across her lips.
Aleksander didn’t let her tease him for long.
With a sudden, effortless pull, he spun her around to face him.
Before Lexi could even let out a breathless laugh, his mouth crashed down over hers.
The kiss was immediate and consuming, entirely stripping away the playful tension in the room.
Lexi parted her lips on a soft gasp, and Aleksander took absolute control, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth in a heavy, intoxicating rhythm.
She tasted like adrenaline and something undeniably sweet.
Lexi let out a quiet, muffled moan against his lips, tangling her fingers into his damp hair to pull him even closer.
She met his intensity with her own, their tongues swirling and tangling together in a desperate, heated exchange that sent a rush of electricity straight down her spine.
As the kiss deepened, Aleksander’s hands slid slowly down the smooth, bare curve of her back, tracing the delicate edges of the black lace.
He didn’t stop at her waist.
His large hands dropped lower, firmly cupping her plump, soft ass.
He squeezed the fleshy curves possessively, his grip warm and dominant as he lifted her just a fraction to pull her hips flush against the hard, rigid lines of his own body.
He made sure she felt exactly how much she affected him.
Lexi arched into his touch, her breath hitching as the raw, magnetic pull between them flared into a blazing fire.
Her nails lightly scraped the back of his neck, her body melting perfectly against his as they lost themselves in the heavy, sensual heat of the quiet bedroom.
Lexi’s vampire speed suddenly kicked in.
Breaking the heavy kiss with a breathless, wicked laugh, she shoved her hands against his chest, pushing him backward.
Aleksander let himself fall, his back hitting the soft mattress with a quiet thud.
Before he could even attempt to sit up, Lexi was already over him.
In a blur of motion, she crawled up his body and swung her legs over his thighs, straddling his waist completely.
She sat up straight, looking down at him with hazel eyes that were completely dark with raw, unfiltered desire.
The sheer black lace of her lingerie left almost nothing to the imagination, her blonde hair falling in messy waves over her shoulders.
She looked utterly breathtaking—and she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
With a slow, triumphant smirk, Lexi shifted her weight and rolled her hips forward.
She ground the soft, heavy curves of her body directly down against him in a deliberate, agonizingly slow circle.
Aleksander’s breath hitched, a low, rough groan escaping the back of his throat.
His hands immediately flew up to grip her waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into her bare skin to hold her exactly where she was.
The friction was maddening, the heat between them radiating like an open flame.
“Tell me again,” Lexi whispered, leaning down just enough so her lips brushed against his jawline.
She ground her hips down against him once more, feeling him rigid beneath her.
“Who is driving who crazy?”
Aleksander let out a dark chuckle, his hands sliding from her waist to glide up the smooth expanse of her sides.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her down impossibly tighter against him.
“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Lexi didn’t waste a second.
With a predatory smile, she reached out and gripped the knot of his towel, tugging it free in one fluid motion.
Aleksander chuckled, a low vibration in his chest.
He didn’t move a muscle; instead, he simply snapped his fingers.
In a flash, the black lace vanished from Lexi’s body, leaving her completely naked and glowing under the dim lights.
Her heavy breasts swayed, and her wide, round hips were fully exposed, shimmering with a light sheen of desire.
Aleksander eased himself back onto the bed, lying flat on his back and pulling his knees up toward his chest.
The position opened him up completely, offering her an inviting, unobstructed view of his hardness.
Lexi didn’t hesitate.
She climbed over him, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she straddled his waist.
She guided his head to her entrance, feeling the scorching heat of him against her wetness.
With a slow, shaky breath, she lowered herself, sliding down the length of him.
She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as he filled her completely, stretching her walls to their limit.
Once seated deep, Lexi began to move.
She used the immense strength in her thighs to lift herself up and then drop back down, her plush ass cheeks slapping loudly against his waist with every descent.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
The sound was rhythmic and primal, echoing through the quiet room.
“You feel… incredible,” Lexi whimpered, her voice trembling.
“So big… filling me up so perfectly.”
Aleksander groaned, his head hitting the pillow as he let her take total control.
He watched with hooded eyes as she managed the depth and the angle, her body moving with a grace that was both elegant and carnal.
Lexi leaned forward, planting her palms firmly on his chest for stability.
This allowed her to control exactly how deep he buried himself in her with every drop, occasionally lifting herself almost all the way off before slamming back down with a forceful thud.
As the heat intensified, Lexi shifted her rhythm.
Instead of just bouncing, she began to press her pelvis forward, rocking her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
The friction was agonizingly perfect, grinding her clitoris against the base of his shaft while he massaged her internals.
Aleksander had a front-row seat to the spectacle.
He watched her heavy breasts bounce and sway with every movement, the nipples peaked and hard.
His hands, free to roam, slid up to cup the weight of her breasts.
He kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing them firmly and tweaking her nipples with his fingers, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.
“I love how they move for me,” Aleksander rasped, his voice thick with lust.
“You’re so beautiful, Lexi.”
As the pace reached a fever pitch, Lexi’s movements began to slow, her muscles tiring from the intensity of the friction.
Sensing her dip in momentum, Aleksander took over.
He arched his hips, thrusting upward with powerful, sudden surges.
Each upward drive met her downward descent, creating a violent, crashing collision of flesh.
“Ah! Yes! Keep doing that!” Lexi cried out, her head tossing back.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Lexi leaned forward, her breasts crushing against his chest as she captured his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
She moaned directly into his mouth, the sound muffled and needy, as they merged into one frantic rhythm.
She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders, while he continued to hammer upward, driving them both closer and closer to a shattering peak.