Chapitre 306: 25. Fairytale Gone Bad.
Damon held Mimi against him, even though the powerful medicine had already put her into a deep sleep. Now he understood. Mimi had to go through terrible things and then go into a cave and go into hibernation, knowing that probably no one would ever find you there. Mimosa had told them a lot of what had happened. Mimosa had jumped out of Mimi's head as soon as they had turned the hibernation over.
Damon and Adam knew now Mimi needed to be safe and at peace, so they went nesting again. Samuel let them nest with Mimi and sat unobtrusively in a chair, watching how the nest was built and what would and wouldn't fit in it. Now Damon didn't even reserve much medicine because he knew how to purr the calming and anesthetic purr so that Mimi would then stay asleep. Samuel watched as the nest was made for a week, and one of them purred to Mimi to ensure she slept. It was not Mimi's bedroom but other room they selected to be nest..
One man was always wrapped around Mimi, his arms forming a protective cocoon, while the other was diligently building a nest around her. Samuel watched in awe as they scoured every room, gathering materials for the nest. His eyebrows raised when Damon disappeared into his room and emerged with a stack of sheets.
The men carefully carried Mimi to the nest, allowing her to stay awake for a while. They fed her a mixture of bumps and liquid food. Their blood offered to quench her thirst. Every few days, one of them would gently guide Mimi to the toilet, ensuring she emptied her bladder while in her drowsy state. Samuel noticed Damon biting Mimi with various dental products, their purpose unknown to him.
The men remained silent, leaving Samuel to wonder. The room was shrouded in darkness, thick velvet curtains concealing the windows. Samuel's eyes adjusted to the dim light, with only the ghostly glow of his laptop illuminating the room. Mimi, however, remained nestled in the darkness, safe from the blinding light.
Samuel couldn't gauge how long Mimi should stay in the nest, unaffected by their nesting pheromones. It seemed that the pheromones only affected the four of them. Mimosa had also been brought into the nest, sleeping peacefully as she was gently purred at. Samuel diligently documented the purring, making detailed observations.
He wasn't concerned with the reasons behind their actions; he was merely an observer, taking in everything. The nest was periodically refreshed, and items were removed and returned with no apparent logic. Although nothing appeared dirty, Samuel detected the scent of pheromones when he sniffed closer. Mimi's bedding held traces of her own pheromones mixed with anxiety, fear, and insecurity.
These emotions seemed out of place in the therapeutic nest, yet they were eased to the extent Mimi allowed. Samuel noted he had recorded 34 different purrs from Damon and 22 from Adam. These purrs aided Mimi's healing from her trauma. Samuel found it captivating to analyze the various purrs and their intended effects. The men operated on instinct, their ultimate purpose for the nesting yet to be revealed.
I was safe; I was all right, and nothing bad would happen. I lay against Damon, feeling the soft vibrations of his purring resonate through my body. It wasn't a lullaby, but a gentle hum that kept me perfectly calm and content. This tranquility was a stark contrast to the nightmarish calmness induced by the fucking jelly.
It brought me genuine contentment and happiness, a feeling I desperately wanted to prolong. However, as memories threatened to resurface, the purring changed subtly, accompanied by a shift in Adam's purring as well. I drifted off to sleep once more, aided by the soothing sound.
Each time the memories tried to claw their way to the surface, the purring acted as a shield, pushing them away, diminishing their impact. The purring seemed to target the very core of where these memories lived, whisking them off into the depths of forgetfulness. On some level, I realized Damon was helping me in the only way he could, even though I hadn't granted him direct access to my memories.
He was using his purring to ease the trauma, concealing the emotions and memories of the jelly, Bran's actions, and the abortion. Whenever he encountered an unpleasant memory, he purred it away, regardless of its nature.
Vague recollections of going to the toilet floated in my mind, accompanied by the gentle, reassuring voices of Damon and Adam, guiding me through bodily functions. I remembered the taste of blood, both of them, with a vivid memory of drinking Damon's blood, falling asleep with my teeth still locked around his neck, only to awaken and drink blood once more. Adam's blood had also been consumed, though not to the same extent as Damon's.
Then the tone of the purring became wetter, more intermittent, and I refreshed in a rather new way. Mimosa had come back into my head when it was released. Adam also mastered this eternal flame purr, and this nest of calm, gentleness turned into a pretty fierce fucking session.
I asked Damon, "Why? "
Adam growled behind me, "fulfillment missy, and besides you crave pleasure, fucking therapy."
Fine, then, let's go with the flow and enjoy this form of therapy. This therapy again continued to distract me, and I didn't think about what I was experiencing, as I was just enjoying myself hard. I still wasn't unloading with sex. No, I was being stuffed and fucked, but me and Damon didn't have the gear on yet.
Samuel noticed a change in the nest and left the room. He had received a lot of material, and he wanted to go through it carefully. Well, he had time for that now. In a good while, those two would be fucking so enthusiastically that Mimi would give herself a heat. And a passionate one at that.
Although Samuel was a man and virile, he was also a researcher, and now this review of the nesting material was more interesting than the heat period. He wanted to analyze the frequencies of the different purrs and, maybe, somewhere along the line, see if they could help others, if they were therapeutic, and whether a male would always purr to just one female. He was excited to investigate.
We were horny, uninhibited, and wild. I was stuffed and hard. But the boys stuffed me full of their horny stuff, as that was their reaction to the whole thing again. After two weeks of power fucking, I got myself a real rush.
Damon bit me with a strong long-acting contraceptive, and then the three of us let go. It was intense, hard, demanding. The smells and sounds of our sex saturated the room, and it's a good thing the house wasn't, too. Damon fucked me hard, hot, dominantly, and didn't let my wildcat come in for any play.
He looked at me and growled, " Don't you even try, young lady. I've got that side under control. Now, you'd better be a good girl if you don't want a flank."
I didn't, so I didn't push the wildcat out any further. Yes, I was shushing my bloodlust, but he didn't want to see me try to change the color of my hair or my nails. He wasn't so fully focused on teaching me my vampire side yet, and it was more about Adam being involved, and I kind of got the feeling that Damon wanted to do the vampire thing in our own time.
We enjoyed each other, very much, and Damon was very watchful that I didn't get Adam under me. He had brought out a very deceitful side of Adam. But as always these days in my life, my good times don't last, not at all.
The rush was wild. I needed care pretty much all the time, and men got to work with me properly.
The rush had been on for three weeks when Damon's phone wouldn't stop ringing, and he went out to talk. I was fucking Adam in a frenzy, and Adam was gorgeous; he was once again totally alpha, and he dominated me; oh, that power play was my thing.
Soon, Damon said in my head, "Baby, I really have to go, but I'll be back as soon as I can. Adam will help you out. I'll leave my phone in the hall."
I thought nothing of it when we were getting so fucking intense. Of course. So Adam and I went on. I was exhausted, and we had a brief break when I was about to take a shower. Adam's phone rang, and he went out to meet some woman and never came back in. He said nothing.
He had put his phone down, and I knew I was screwed. The heat was on full blast, and both carers disappeared. Samuel had gone somewhere in Indochina again where there were no phone lines, and Bran was somewhere in Japan negotiating the alpha.
I called Colin and shared the situation with him. He provided me with an address in Idaho where he was staying. Despite the challenging drive, I was determined to make it there. Colin was empathetic but occupied, expressing, "I can't assist you as your heat doesn't approve of me. There's a nasty bug going around. Once you arrive, Claudia, a nurse, will be there to help. She'll provide antibiotics to prevent uterine infection and painkillers. Claudia will also guide you on how to use any aids if needed. A guest cottage has been reserved for you, and she will regularly conduct blood tests."
Upon arrival, I met Claudia, a woman around 55-60 years old. She was a large nurse who clinically explained the usage of a dildo and even an electric one in case it could provide relief. Unfortunately, it didn't help. For three weeks, I remained bedridden, unable to eat or drink. I lost weight once again. The antibiotics caused diarrhea, and although the knots in my heat didn't worsen, the pain was unbearable. Within hours, any sexual activity became agonizing, and I couldn't insert anything into my pussy anymore. It became dry and incredibly tender.
Given the circumstances, I forwent seeking heat since mine wasn't functioning properly. In case Adam checked his phone, I also sent him a text.
When Adam called a week later, I was already at the base in St. Louis, and I explained dryly and matter-of-factly that I wouldn't get heat unless I absolutely had to.
Then, the truth came out about what the men had gone off to do. Adam was silent and not even terribly sorry. He and Damon were rescuing werewolf girls from sex slavery, and they needed a place to stay. They would go to the Iowa house. Adam talked a little like it would be okay if I didn't come there.
The girls had been traumatized and had a lust problem, and Bran was behind the whole thing. Only because I didn't tell him when these two put me in heat. He knew what would happen, so he called the men away in the middle of a sea of horny, panicked girls. How did I know this? Bran texted me after Adam's call. He confessed everything and didn't regret it at all.
Neither could resist the call of the pussy, and then I also realized that the men needed to unload. I had been a burden for months; it had taken a lot to get me out of hibernation and then another six weeks of nesting to get the trauma out of my head. The three weeks of wild lust were just not something either of them would have wanted as, once again, I was too demanding. They might feel regret later, but not now.
I had been here for a week; Jake, Rob, Hugh, and Magnum had only once looked at my 35-kilo being even though I had tried to hide myself with clothes, and before I could say I had been asleep for two days while Hugh had hydrated me. I was stubborn, and then I went to my office to work, but there were people feeding me, making sure I didn't burn myself out, and making sure I ate and drank properly.
I couldn't be disappointed; I moved on, and now I'd lost interest in pack life. I was so fucking fed up with the whole satanic drama and how Bran was ruining my life over and over and getting away with it. So I wasn't going to the pack. I had other plans.
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