After two and a half weeks, Damon said to me, " What's up baby, if I put that on your heat, I have carefully built it up myself, and now baby, I'll show you that I am an excellent heat handler, even though Bran did what he did last time. I promise, no wolves if you don't want them. I have read every single word on your medical files, I am so sorry and Bran had it coming, but let me prove my worth to you, baby, I am yours, forever yours."
My naughty husband had carefully built me a heat, and I hadn't been paying attention when I was so horny for him, and now I felt how intense my heat was again. I sighed. He was next to me, so I stretched myself, letting the sheet start to fall off of me. I was all innocent and sweet. What I could feel from this heat was this was not lovemaking on a beach, this was something else entirely.
But at the same time, my Mimosa jumped out of my mind and said, "Go away and get horny somewhere else. I can already be separated, and I can say, Mimi, you stink and you stink."
So Mirella jumped as well. She looked at the naked Damon for a moment and said, "Nice to meet you, but as the wolf said, your heat stinks. I'll get to know the pack now, and you go and get your heat on elsewhere."
I looked at my husband and said, "How about we go, Damon? How about we buy another house in Kentucky? There's plenty of money. You know that. "
Damon was quiet for a moment and said, " Fine, let's do it then, now Baby, go take a bath; I'll look at a house for us and buy it. Let this be our sex nest."
He went and lowered me into a heated tub and helped me into the bath. He was very attentive, protective even, and now he was not gonna let Adam or anyone else be part of this heat.
He had already turned the heat on, and it wouldn't need treatment yet, at least not for a while. While in the bath, I got to thinking about this house. This is still a pretty old wooden house. Some bedrooms here were small. They had dull curtains. The small windows weren't so ideal for this location, either.
This was a Bran's purchase. He had bought cheap houses, rundown even, and then someone had put them in a little bit of shape, but not much. Adam's houses were much nicer and roomier. They were also in better shape and much better places always than Bran's cheap huts.
All of Bran's acquisitions were starting to piss me off. The whole Bran started to piss me off. If Bran knew I was in heat, I knew he'd try to get in on it. But luckily, I have Damon. He won't let Bran bully me.
The bath felt like heaven. It was just the right for my heat. It was just the right temperature too. I love it. I closed my eyes for a while. I relaxed and let my mind wander, and I fell asleep. And when I woke up or opened my eyes, two icy blue eyes were looking at me very, very questioningly.
Damon said to me. "Baby, what have I told you? About sleeping in the bath. Is that wise? Even if that's a hot tub. It doesn't say to sleep in that water. So I'm not letting you take a bath for this, mostly for yourself, whether you're fine or not until I find a tub that can keep that water at fifty degrees. Because that tub keeps the water at 36-38 degrees, and you need to be on top of 40 degrees. I wouldn't be in the mood to preach when we're in the throes of heat. But you don't always give me a choice. Come on, Mimi, I already bought a house. Now we can go. You're in for a surprise."
As soon as Damon left the bathroom, I quickly got out of the tub and grabbed my towel to dry myself off. I knew that if I took too long, we would be late for our plans for the day. As I dried off, I noticed my clothes lying on the counter, waiting for me. Although I had changed my hair to blonde and cut it short during my time in Australia, I was surprised to see that it had now turned scarlet, long, and curly once again.
He wanted me to have red hair, so he once again ensured that I had long scarlet and a little difficult-to-manage hair. I let out a sigh and tried to tame my unruly hair with the towel, eventually deciding to put it up in a simple ponytail to keep it out of my face.
With the clothes on, I went out of the bathroom. Damon was all ready. We got in the car and went for a drive. He was as smug as smug can be and can be. After forty-five minutes of driving, we arrived at an immense building. This was a mansion or a small castle.
Damon said, " What do you think, Mimi? This is our new house. I'm not getting us a tiny house. No, no. We have to have a big fucking house. A sex den. And it's in pretty good shape, has bedrooms, and's been done up. Come on, baby, let's get down to business. Now, let's go sanctify. This house is pleasant. It's a wonderful time. It's just the two of us, Mimi,"
He was very excited about the entire house and smelled of my heat too. I sensed that soon I would need treatment and good too.
And when Damon doesn't make promises, they're never true, at least not in a good way. I understand that nowadays. Damon rarely promised in the past and still nowadays, rarely makes promises. And as much as I would have liked that house to have been just the two of us... It was not. Not for long.
Damon had taken back a few of his promises over the years and our life is what it is, though he has grown as a husband, as a man, and as a mate, he is still quite a weathervane and we have little arguments or misunderstandings, or plain fucking to each other, but that is the beauty of well-matured relationship, it is never too dull and even, at least what comes to me and Damon.
We went inside, and it was in really great shape. It's beautiful. There was even an elevator. We took the elevator upstairs. There was this enormous bedroom. And then I realized this was the house I saw in the vision.
Somehow, in that vision, it had looked like it was a Kentucky house, or I had understood it that way, but that this was the bedroom. But it didn't matter. My heat was what mattered and getting some gigantic cock in my greedy heat pussy was what was right about throbbing when I smelled Damon's pheromones.
We got into bed and started to work on the heat. I was wet, slimy, slippery, and tasty. Damon threw me on my back on the bed and ripped the clothes off me. And I was ripping his clothes off. We were naked. We kissed passionately and roughly, even brutally. He held me still. And he sank into my pussy.
He started to eat my cunt. Licking and enjoying the slime. And the more he licked it. The more it seems to come. And it was tasty for him then. Finally, he couldn't help himself anymore as he got off. He kissed me very passionately. And I felt him part my thighs with his. He sank into my pussy hard, hot, demanding. Merciless.
And we fucked all over the house. If there's a Kamasutra somewhere. So I can pretty much probably take that 80% off. So many positions we went through. And if there were new positions, yes, this one would want to go through them.
We fucked on the floor, in bed. Against a bookshelf. Against the wall on the windowsill. Flower columns. There were flower columns, and goddamn it. We fucked in so many flower columns. Not all the poles could take us. We didn't eat. We fucked and Damon ate my pussy, and my slime and I got stuffing. So we kind of fed each other.
He gave me time after time a lovely, thick cream of love. Many times and a lot. He had made it, especially for me as he drank my blood and I drained his blood, too. We were together as vampires, as mates, and as husband and wife, too. Our heartbeats were in sync again. He stroked his thick, lovely cream all over my sides and stomach. He punched a hole in my diaphragm and let it flow around my heart and lungs.
He fucked me in the ass so slowly and dominantly at first, demanding my submission and surrender. Each time, I put up a fight. We always fought like this. Eventually, he always got the better of me, so I submitted. I surrendered. And he pushed my guts hard, thick, and deep. Fucked my ass right up. And released the cream in there, too. I don't know how long the rush lasted, but it was over at some point. It had been so a lovely time and we had connected again, so tightly back and I was so freaking happy and relaxed too. This is just perfect.
I lay on top of Damon, exhausted. We were both sweaty, fucking, smelling of sex, but so fucking happy. He kept his arms around me; I listened to his heart and smelled his passionfruit; I was not gonna fall asleep. I just lay there, so happy and content with my life.
Damon said. "Quite a three months, baby. Just think, your rush lasted 12 weeks, and don't you know Mimosa had hers too? It only took her eight weeks for us to win."
Wow, three months of rush.
We went downstairs to eat after we had showered. We'd been cuddling, and then Damon had rolled me under the sheet again and stood up and said, "I'm going to shower and then go and get something to eat, then you go and come down, and we can go back to the pack somewhere in between."
So end of the heat, the end of our time together had come on again and I was still happy, but why did it have to end, why it could not last six months or years, why just three months and that was all my heat, not us being together. I was getting a little greedy because this had been so freaking wonderful and it was almost a shame to wash myself, but since we were going back to the pack, I somehow knew Bran would be in there too. I guess I should try to be a little odorless again, not smelling three-month heat and rough sex.
I got to choose my clothes, and Damon didn't even put my hair up. He had already made me breakfast and was eating his own. Food was a sizeable amount but not usually stuffing that Damon would make me eat when he really fed me, but I had been stuffed well during the heat so I was not in so terrible shape after all.
I ate quite quickly because the master was already in a hurry to get to the pack. I didn't know if he was going somewhere again or what the emergency was and didn't bother to ask. That's the easiest way. Just go with the flow and don't ask Why, at least for him.
In my mind, I did ask Why and how come and all other questions words that I could come up with, but it did not give me any more answers most likely was that Bran had called Damon back to the house and there would be again some crazy thing that he had come up with.
After we had eaten, we drove back to the herd's house, and Damon went with Adam and Bran to the study. Mimosa and Mirella came back to rest on my mind. Apparently, Mirella had also been spanked when she went into her coffin and closed the lid.
Bran called Damon to his study when Adam had already gone. He offered Damon a drink. It was a special drink, made by witches, and it gave Damien a power boost, to get him to surface.
Bran said, "Well, I have a proposition for you. Now, this little potion won't keep you awake for long. That heat Damon and Mimi had, gave them a lot of love and weakened you, yeah? But that heat was not accepted by me and I want you to give Mimi a moral lesson again, you, not Damon. But not in the shed, in the house. Can you do that? We are supposed to go on the pack cruise within a month so you have time to work her a bit, I need Damon to focus on these new things as he is the alpha male and in this cruise, well he would fuck with Mimi five weeks unless we can get him little less enthusiastic on that one. "
Damien nodded. Bran had spoken the truth, he had been weakened very much, and this was a struggle for him to be on the surface unless he got little enjoyment done.
He said, "Fine, I can work baby a bit in house, it might be that she is not ready for that cruise then, but I am not making this too easy for her either."
Bran nodded. He remarked, "Do what you need, I suggest you get her in the gym, to work out as Damon and her will fight from time to time so it would be good to break that habit too, so she would not be suspicious and I guess you can keep yourself hidden long enough your lesson to sink in, Once you got her in the gym, I will take Adam and Samuel out of this house so you can have some time to get your enjoyment. Damien, I hope you are not going to doublecross me this time or else I just might next time let Damon and Mimi be in love and watch you wither away with no remorse. You are just a tool for me to use, and if you are not working as you should, then I have no use for you. "
Damien nodded. He didn't bother to reply; he knew his things and Bran's minor threats did not faze him at all as he had his backup plans already done, so If Bran was responsible for him dying in Damon's body, he would get back to Bran in his next body.
He went out, got to his car, and drove off, to one of his little warehouses to get a few supplies for an enjoyment session. too bad he was not able to continue his medical study, but this was a must. It would give him so much power and ability to stay closer to the surface, to manipulate Damon some more.
After a while, he returned and brought some supplies for medbay already. Of course, he would attentive husband and fix his wife up, that would be enjoyable too. He did not have Damon's dexterity what came to certain medical procedures, and he had never cleansed wounds like he was supposed to be doing, no he had been the one who caused those wounds, not heal them and this "little fixing" would give him a chance to enjoy some more.
Then he masked his scent and went to see Mimi, who had once again, started to work, always those goddamn fleas. She was never willing to even try to be with him, but in time, he would teach her. He could or he would try to behave a little nicer, but only if Mimi truly had deserved it.
He had his little tool with him and now it would be time to get things moving, first, they would go see Bran about this cruise and, then he would lure his prey into the gym to have some fun, and this would also put brakes on Damon and Mimi's relationship because Mimi could not trust anymore when Damon would ask him to go the gym with her, that there would not be session happening.
I started to see if there was anything acute in the fleas, but Magnum and Charles seemed to have sorted everything out.
I'd been busy for a while when Damon came over, put my laptop down, and said, "Now baby, come and eat so we can tell you about our cruise in a few weeks. " He took my hand, helped me up, and led me into the kitchen.
Interesting, a cruise. Well, it could be fun, depending on what cruise it is, but maybe this time I won't get silver madness or hopefully a divorce, for that matter. I went to dinner, and Bran, and Adam were already sitting there ready, and clearly, I was the one they were waiting for.
Bran said," Well, now we are all finally here. So this is a pack's cruise, and a friend of mine has arranged for us to go on this cruise. This is where they do everything to help the pack, and there are shops. And you, young lady, you can rest assured there will be no fight club. We're going on a monthly cruise, and this is a mandatory one, Mimi, so you can leave saving the world for five weeks and then take a break. "
I said, "Fine, no problem. Charles and Magnum and my dynamic duo have everything pretty much covered. I can take a shopping trip."
Bran grunted and asked, "Who is your dynamic duo?"
I said, "Jake and Rob, are just back on vacation and they got on brilliantly with Charles so he has good men there to help him. As you know, he is not taking your gigs for a year. He is now in fleas and helping instead of killing."
Bran was quiet. One muscle moved in his cheek, and Damon glanced at him.
Fine, we have a five-week cruise or an entire month, perfect. I ate my food and then went upstairs or was going to when Damon stopped me and said, " How about it, baby? How about we go to the gym, just the two of us? To blow off some steam. You could show me how a flea beats all."
I smiled and said, "Then don't you whine if it hurts. I don't take it easy with you." It would be to fight with someone and one can never know where this fighting will end up. Do we rip each other's clothes off and consecrate the entire gym or what?
He grunted and said, "Fine twenty minutes, in the gym. Be there and I show mine if you show me yours."
I then went upstairs to put on my workout clothes. When I came down, I only noticed that Adam, Samuel, and Bran were all driving off. They, too, have something to do before the cruise. I didn't think that anymore as I was getting ready to blow some steam.
I went to the gym, and Damon was ready. I hadn't even gotten onto the mat as he came at me and he slammed me against the wall and pressed something against my stomach, and I felt him shoot a fucking implant right into my stomach. What the fuck? Then he let me go, and he hit the remote.
He said, "This is Mimi's rage release. That's a strong sedative implant, the strongest I could get. Now, you better keep your rage on display if you don't want any damage, and baby, this gun is loaded, and I'm going to hit you with a new implant every chance I get. Come on, Mimi, let's see what you got."
He had a black sleeveless shirt on, jeans, and sneakers, too.
I let my rage come to the surface because this was a powerful drug, and I attacked. And we fought. But as I take my rage out, I am sloppy, and I haven't been fighting in ages with Magnum, who would have gotten me to control my sloppiness. Instead, I went after Damon like a juggernaut and there were consequences on that approach.
Damon, a hardened fighter, is centuries older than I am and has seen and experienced his share of dirty play. He played it himself, as I discovered. But I'm the chaos, and I'm unpredictable. Damon was fast. He always had time to hit a new implant and set it off. I got a few good hits on him, but as I got close, he always hit an implant on me.
I don't know how long we'd been fighting. He did some pretty nasty damage to me, broke bones, dislocated a few joints, hit me in the abdomen, and very hard, too. When I realized I wasn't getting better. Oh, fuck, some implant was affecting my healing ability. Damon looked at me like a piece of meat, and simultaneously, I smelled a wet dog. Oh, fuck. This guy. So this was a trap. And now I'm the full god knows what implants are, which is still coming at me like a public prosecutor.
Damien said with delight, "Surprise. I can tell you that this was all Bran's idea, his petty revenge for yours and Damon's good time during the heat. You see, that little stunt that Samuel did, dried Bran's chances of getting involved in heats of females so he wants to revenge as you had extra long and enjoyable heat, just for you two. Look, baby. I'm getting my pleasure here too. You don't always have to be taken to the shed. No, no. Do you feel the metals yet? They're new compounds that none of the binders we use will work on. You have a month to get into some shape before the cruise, but I'm not finished working on you yet. "
He attacked me repeatedly, firing implants and sedating me. I could feel my rage fading or stopping, and the medicine kept coming at me. I had many bones broken. I was kicked, beaten, crushed. Many joints were badly dislocated, and I was confused, more and more helpless by the minute. Damien came over to me and, with his foot, turned me over onto my stomach and stomped on my back so hard I felt my vertebrae crushed.
He was really rubbing the bone crush with his foot. I coughed up blood, and quite a lot, I could feel some bone fragments popping into my lungs so I could not breathe properly at all. Then he turned me over on my back and stomped on my chest, there went the rest of my ribs, and my sternum, He continued by kicking me. I lay on the gym floor, broken, crushed, in pain, drugged, entirely metalized. Puking up blood and bile, being confused, unable to move at all. I noticed how he unbuttoned my shirt and began to pour jelly into my abdominal cavity, rubbing my bruised stomach all the while. He was enjoying himself.
I could feel and see how uninhibitedly he enjoyed himself, and this was obviously another payment for the beautiful three months of heat. He jellied me up really well, and I was utterly helpless to do anything about it. I could feel jelly flooding into me, and pressure on my abdomen rise, it made the pain so much worse.
He looked into my eyes and hissed, "Now look, baby, you are getting nicely sedated, good, you feel probably that there's a good amount of tranquilizer jelly in you, so you stay still while we go to medbay, and I get you back in shape. This time, I'm not holding you in chains. I'm holding you in jelly. Since you're enjoying it so much."
He lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the medbay. Again, I couldn't get any contact from anyone because I was really sedated.
He said, "Bran is taking Adam and Samuel little somewhere else so I can get my enjoyment, you see your little heat hit me hard and weakened me, but it is good to have Bran around, he is damn easy to get upset over one damn heat. "
He laid me down on the patient bed, and the very first thing he did was put a cannula, and a thick one at that, into my abdominal cavity and drip thick orange jelly from a bag that he hung on an IV stand. Then he took off my clothes and started to put the broken bones in place and tie them in place. He put my dislocated joints back in place with no pain relief at all. The pain was too much at times, and I lost consciousness again from sheer pain.
Again, he had the knowledge and skill but lacked the talent I've always seen in Damon. It was as if this part had never done this work. Or maybe he was just in a state of mind where he'd never treated anybody. Again one more proof that Damien was not part of Damon. I didn't understand why I had to be mutilated so that he could fix it.
My life was a living hell. My bones weren't healing very fast, and I was metallized. He didn't do anything to them. I had several wounds, and they had gotten infected already. He mostly poked at the wounds and made them ache and add to my pain, supposedly reattaching broken bones when I had moved them wrong.
If the bones in my arm are in little chips and that arm is bound with something like a support bandage, they won't hold in place. Same with my back. He hadn't even touched my spine. And that damn jelly. Every day, all day, I kept seeing that fucking orange bag and feeling it dripping all over the bottom of my stomach.
I was confused, helpless, and in pain, he did some pretty damn painful things to me, and a little more complication when my multiplication enzyme got loose, he would open me up, took some organs out, not all of them and just put a little bit of blocker so it slowed down new organs forming but did not stop them at all. I was full of organs and jelly, too.
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