Chapitre 552: 31. Eternal Flame.
God sat on the vibrant rainbow islands, feeling the soft, warm rays of sunlight on his skin. He let out a heavy sigh, frustration consuming him once again. As the creator, he possessed immense power, yet he was bound by the rules that governed the cosmic balance. These rules, like heavy chains, restricted his divine abilities, leaving him feeling powerless.
Within him, a growing presence stirred, detached from his being. It seemed to have a life of its own, waiting to be released at the right moment.
"This wasn't how it was supposed to be," God lamented. "Why am I so utterly powerless to intervene? I know that there is more, but free will complicate matters." Sadness washed over him, engulfing his being.
Beside him, the chaos kitty sauntered over and curiously inquired, "What's troubling you? Why aren't you indulging in the succulent taste of shrimp?"
God glanced at his feline companion, momentarily lost in thought. "Why does free will distort everything? It disrupts me, leaving me powerless to act. Yet, deep down, I know this isn't true. There is something hidden, waiting to emerge. But for that to happen, someone must endure suffering."
The chaos cat remained silent for a moment, its enigmatic nature apparent.
"It is not truly distorted," it mused mysteriously. "Distortions can be rectified. Yes, it disrupts, but when one door closes, another opens. And if not, there are always windows. And if even those won't work, then we find a way through the wall. There is always a solution, even if all we can do is wait."
God grew weary of the chaos cat's riddles. He was too exhausted to decipher its cryptic messages. The cat seemed to derive pleasure from making others ponder and find their own solutions, aiding in their growth.
Frustrated, he voiced his thoughts, "Why did Damon Salvatore choose to go through a shedding session, kill Mimi, and then make the ultimate sacrifice by turning himself into a tick and providing instructions for his slow demise over six months? His destiny lies elsewhere, yet free will dictates his actions, and I am powerless to intervene. I simply want to understand why. Why did he give up without a fight? Why didn't he strive to be better?"
The chaos cat regarded God with a fleeting glance before responding, "Why don't you ask Damon himself?"
The Cat god, with his majestic emerald eyes shining, decided. He extended his paw into the zoo enclosure, retrieving a pale, weak tick that seemed almost lifeless. Salvatore, having drained himself of blood before casting the spell, knew that Damon's time was limited. The God, aware that Damon wouldn't last more than a couple of weeks, transformed him into a human form upon their return to the Rainbow Islands.
Damon found himself in a different place, questioning if this was the end. Did he deserve to be in heaven? Seeking solace, Damon sighed and settled on the sandy beach. Here, he sensed peace. The volcano that had once raged within him now lay dormant and concealed. It was a welcome change.
As Damon sat, the God padded over and joined him, inquiring, "Why?"
The ancient feline observed Damon's exhaustion, his yearning for tranquility, and the remnants of his love for Mimi, worn and weakened but still present. This was the reason Damon had contemplated death, to shield Mimi.
Softly, Damon confessed, "I don't know. I could blame the volcano or the alignment of the stars, but deep down, I'm evil and twisted. I tried to be good, to control it, but it's gaining control over me, corrupting everything. I can't bear these memories and this sensation. I killed her, held her in my arms, and stabbed her until she died, and there was a sick pleasure in it, twisted as it may be. I only bring harm to those I love, and it's too much."
The cat inquired, "Do you feel evil? Your regret signifies a soul, proving you are not evil, not twisted."
Damon shook his head, uncertain if anyone truly felt evil. Did they even recognize their own wickedness? All he desired was to stay here for a while before descending into hell. He knew he didn't deserve to be in this heavenly place. The weight of his past sins would haunt him, especially what he had done to Mimi, how he had extinguished their love and shattered everything between them.
The cat motioned with its paw, and suddenly, a shed appeared on the beach, filled with various instruments.
"Make me your subject. Torture me as you tortured Mimi," God said.
Damon shook his head firmly, refusing.
The cat declared, "I am God, and I hold authority here. Do it."
Reluctantly, Damon bound the cat, feeling the weight of the stabber in his hand as he crushed God's ribs, peeling back the skin. Familiar with the workings of every device, this one felt different. He could sense the button beneath his fingertip. It was he who wielded this instrument, not another.
And he didn't enjoy it at all.
When the cat was released, he said, "See, you don't like it. It's just some part inside you that wants to do them."
Damon nodded, feeling a mix of disgust and shame. It did not matter, evil was still inside him and he might do it again to her. But he had his own needs. He needed to unload himself. Then he stood up, the cold air chilling his skin, and coldly picked up the chaos cat, feeling its fur against his hands, and set it down, the ground beneath his feet slightly uneven.
He started fucking it, the sound of his own breathing and the movement filling the silence. God let Damon unload on himself by fucking everything he could catch, the desperation in his actions palpable. There were quite a few girl animals available, their scents mixing with the damp earth. He was a very skilled lover and soon the beach was full of very satisfied female beings, their moans and cries echoing in his ears.
God smiled mysteriously, his presence looming over the scene. This was actually a good thing. Damon helped create life, and these females would give power to the world so life would go on, the force of creation manifesting in this act.
More or less, if everything would go as it should, this would be one day Damon's duty, to create life elsewhere. But it would take time, the weight of the future pressing upon him. But in order for that to happen, Damon should embrace his fucking machine side.
Then he said, "Now I'm going to return you to human form, and you're going to make things right. Remember this feeling. You don't enjoy it, you don't want to do it."
Damon said, his voice trembling, "If I do it one more time, I swear I can't take it. I just can't take it anymore. This guilt is too much."
God said, his voice filled with a mix of authority and compassion, "Let's see it then. Now, you just have to endure. I know there's a solution, but it's not quite time yet. But Damon, the time will come. When everything is much better."
Then he restored Damon, the sudden change in his body leaving him disoriented. God told Charles that he had saved Damon. Damon had been very close to dying, and that should not be allowed to happen.
Chaos cat asked God, its voice tinged with weariness, "Don't we have enough already? Is that now?.."
God said, a hint of amusement in his tone, "There is not yet all they need, you know that. Only then will we get it done. The time is not yet ripe. It needs to come out so much that it can't go back in, it needs to pull itself apart fully, for that to happen, it might take one more session. But first, Damon needs to irritate it, and I can make it happen."
Then God said to the chaos cat, the anticipation filling the air, "Let's go play a game of chess. The winner gets fucked."
Chaos Cat sighed, the weight of familiarity in its movement. God always cheated.
My recovery was going well. Adam and Charles were busy with the Lord knows what and I wasn't in such terrible shape that I needed bed rest. Magnum came back to act as a physiotherapist, and oh, how I was sloppy, slow, clumsy, and all that again. Magnum started to unload my rage as well. He knew his business and since there was no Jake or Rob to keep me grounded, so to speak, he was the only one capable of doing it.
The zip ties just kept singing. He knew how to irritate me just right that I had to use my rage to work, but he did not let me blow it open, or if I did, I got sloppy and there were zip ties again. After I'd been back for three months, I started to hit my stride, and Magnum went on his gigs. Life went on. I was not thinking about Damon or what I would do if I saw him. Mirella was all over the place, trying to get men fucking her, not helping me.
And then Mimosa got the heat. For the next 12 weeks, I toured America because I wanted a bit of freedom. I heard that Salvatore had come back to take care of the heat and was like a new man. Charles had told me how Damon had tried to kill himself. So, he really repented. That's weird.
I was busy buying houses and mansions, touring markets and little shops, buying stuff, also local farms, and getting a good amount of meat and stuff to be delivered wherever. Then I went to that house where delivery had arrived, put them in freezer, to later use.
After completing my tour of New Hampshire in late fall, I found solace near the crackling fireplace, relishing in its warmth and savoring the delectable food. However, a peculiar sensation stirred within my lower abdomen, signaling the onset of my heat season. It wasn't a painful sensation, but rather a potent and intense one. Each day, I found myself relying on an array of equipment, preparing for the impending heat. Although it hadn't fully consumed me yet, its power was undeniable, leaving me incredibly aroused.
Wanting to confide in someone, I reached out to Adam and Charles, sharing the details of my desires, dreams, and overwhelming horniness. To my surprise, they assured me that everyone, including Damon, would join me. Charles amusingly informed me I was entering my alpha female heat, implying that I would effortlessly captivate and entice all the men. It would serve as a test for them, while Damon, in particular, would likely respond fervently to this irresistible heat, potentially becoming possessive of me.
My desperation was clear as I almost pleaded with Charles to come and satisfy my desires. Mentally preparing myself to face Damon again, I hoped that this heat wouldn't be too overwhelming. However, after a couple of nights filled with untamed passion and dreams of breeding, I knew that the journey ahead would be a wild one.
Charles' prediction proved to be accurate, as my heat persisted for a week. My nights were filled with vivid sexual dreams and fantasies of procreation, causing a constant wetness between my legs. I yearned to be bred, craving the sensation intensely. Needless to say, the girls' pleasure room saw extensive use during that week, and sleep became a distant memory.
When the pack finally arrived after a week of unbearable longing, a sense of primal desire already consumed me. Mimo and Mirella excused themselves to prepare food, while the remaining five individuals surrounded me, their bodies intertwining with mine. Urging me to undress, their hands and mouths explored every inch of my being. As we found ourselves in a single bedroom, my clothes were effortlessly discarded, leaving me exposed.
Sensations overwhelmed me as mouths caressed my breasts, and someone's lips pressed against mine. A tantalizing warmth enveloped me as I felt a tongue lick my throbbing pussy. My scent had ignited a frenzy within them, with Damon taking charge as the alpha male. He granted permission for each person to indulge in their desires upon me. Desperation coursed through my veins as my hypersensitive skin yearned for contact and my pulsating sex begged to be ravished.
The sensations became almost unbearable, and then I felt Damon's presence. He pushed my body against the wall, spreading my legs wide, and entered me with a force that left me breathless. My arousal had rendered me wet, swollen, and impossibly tight, and the feeling of his cock penetrating the depths of my pussy was nothing short of incredible.
He pushed repeatedly, always speeding up. His hands still roaming around me, but Damon controlled me and glued me to the wall. Eventually, slamming deep into the depths of my horny cunt, and we were left knotted as hot waves slammed into the insides of my womb over and over again.
As soon as we broke free, someone guided me onto my fours on the ground and took me from behind, and it was Charles. And at the same time, Damon came up behind Charles and penetrated Charles' ass to the root. Now I was fucked by two. The force of their thrusts was tremendous.
I kept myself from falling on my stomach, and Samuel and Bran came on their backs on the floor and started sucking my breasts from underneath. At the same time, Adam came in front of me and pushed his cock into my mouth. The waves of pleasure started almost immediately, and I came hard. No one relented. Charles and Damon fucked me through four orgasms before Charles slammed in and swelled up huge, and started to come.
I noticed from his panting that Damon came inside Charles at the same time. Bran and Samuel wouldn't leave my breasts alone, and Adam fucked me hard in the mouth. I always swallowed the entire load. Then I ended up in bed, and I lay there for a while, and I noticed Adam was in his wolf form.
Bran went to lie on his back, and Damon came and guided me into Bran's arms, also on my back, so that Bran sank into my ass. Damon and Samuel held my legs as Adam came in wolf form and first tasted my cunt and licked it.
Bran was already fucking my ass with slow deep thrusts, the movement finally waking Adam up, and he got on top of me. He found my pussy without fail and started fucking there. My pussy filled as Adam continued to swell and grow.
Bran quickened his pace in my ass, and I knew he could feel Adam's cock in his. I exploded. Huge spasms went through my body, and I was already drenched in sweat. The wolf on top of me and the man under me were insatiable. The more the smell of my heat spread, the harder they fucked.
Damon came and started fucking my mouth. Bran held my hands so that Samuel Charles could play with my tits as much as he wanted. Eventually, Bran came, and soon Adam. I felt Adam swell and make my muscles lock around his enormous ball.
I felt myself being filled with the fluids of three men as Damon came deep into my throat, and two came inside me. Eventually, we broke away, but the male passion continued. Damon rolled over onto his back and first took me in his arms and pierced me completely, then he pulled me towards him so that I was lying on his lap.
Samuel came from behind and pushed into my ass at the same time. Damon fucked me furiously, and Samuel, Adam, Charles, and Bran were all rubbing and kissing me. I helplessly exploded into Damon's arms as they, together with Samuel, fucked me from tip to tip.
The heat didn't let up one bit. I was fucked 24/7 and always by the power of at least two. I got filled up so my weight didn't suffer, and the intense fucking marathon strengthened my muscles. Damon was one of the most intense. I had just come out of the bath, which was a rare treat; the men had gone to dinner, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed drying off when Damon came in his wolf form. The heat had lasted six weeks, and I had never been fucked so much as in this heat. Never.
Damon was sniffing me eagerly. He went and closed the door with his muzzle. Then he came up to me and poked me with his muzzle. Fine. I took the towel off and went to his room. Damon was inside me with equal excitement even though everyone had been excited, not quite this excited.
Damon came inside me several times. "Oh, right time, that explains it."
For two days, no one touched me except Damon, sometimes as a wolf or a human being, but he didn't leave me for long. We were inside each other for about 46 hours, and he came inside me countless times.
The other times were at the end of the heat. Again, no other Damon touched me for the last five days. When the heat ended, he watched me for another 48 hours, during which I could not shower. I mostly slept in Damon's arms during that time.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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