Chapitre 62: 22. Another Day Of Sun
Mariella sighed as she looked cold hard bars of her cage. It was time to start learning, and properly so. Living in this realm, well, she had a little different idea, but since they moved here, Damon had found his balls to be the pack leader. Meaning she was kept under control and properly. She was once again in the cage, as she had tried to force Damon to fuck.
Well, she was a lustful creature, a little bored, and she had thought of using her alpha power and pheromones to get her husband in the right mood. Damon had been planning with numbers two and four for their upcoming missions of getting rid of these demons as fast as possible and he had no time to fuck. He had warned her and, well; she thought he was as soft as he had been.
But she had been wrong. They had been living here now for a little over two years; she was pregnant, soon about to give birth, and Damon had told her that if she was not behaving, she would give birth to those babies naturally instead of an operation. They had several litters, and they had gone into the magic house but after that eight weeks.
Damon had found his balls properly, meaning women would stay in the house, tend to cubs and babies, making food while men destroyed demon nests. They would be tired, hungry, and in need of shower, food, and some pampering when they came back, meaning women had to care for them. There were no so holidays where Mariella could be the princess and demand the entire pack love her and pamper her, but she had to be an actual wife now.
It was hard and, as god has said, their lust evolved, but the damn cat had not said the whole truth. Meaning they were less lustful and more practical. Mariella was bored with being a perfect wife, sex, well it could be perfect but then again, there were so many things that she wanted to do and this damn realm was getting boring as there was not everything that there was in the human world.
She wanted back to the human world. There was so much she could do. She wanted to do something else than take care of the house, cubs, and babies. She had been a wife and caretaker, but damn, she wanted to be part of the action. Somehow she had assumed that she and the wolves would have been part of the demon slaughtering but no. Men were kind and loving when they had rested and they might want to fuck but it was not the same, as men used their lust for so many things than fucking, she was trying to think what to do.
A few weeks later, she was caring for the latest brood, six babies, they had been operated on as she had been on her best behavior for so long, but it was time for her to care for them. Of course, when men would return, usually after a few days they would be tired, and in need of a shower, a good meal, and rest, then they might be tending the babies unless they would have to plan the next mission.
Mariella was jealous of Mimi. She got to go to the fight clubs; she got to do things, not play housewife, but then as she started to imagine what kind of housewife she would be, she laughed out loud. Mimi's expressions would be so good to see when Damon would demand a meal brought to the table and maybe a massage or a bath. Mariella just could not imagine Mimi as the perfect wife. But then again, she had never thought that she would end up in this situation either.
Wolves had been in their wolf's form as they had once again found them. It brought them comfort and fun to be a wolf, no need to be a perfect woman. Mariella was getting bored with being a redhead. She wanted to try other colors as well and another style, not this long curly bush of hair. She was too, finding her own will. It had been suppressed by Damon, his love, but also his demands and his preferences.
She knew her vampire side was freaking weak, and there was nothing for her to do to strengthen it and it was one thing that kept her banging vampire heat, as her vampire side worshipped Damon. She was planning about her future once they would get out of here and back to the human world. She did not want to breed, not for some time.
She had gotten to know some salvatores a little better, like number four, and that one had fallen in love with her. But then again, what Mimi had told her about this side of Damon, it fell in love easily, so there was not much that she could have done about it. She had learned to behave, and she prayed in her mind, in her secret place where Damon did not reach, that he would calm a little down once they got back to the human world and maybe they would find sex or something. But then again, she wanted to do something, not just lie on the bed, legs spread fucking.
But much depends on what men would do once they would return home. They would have many houses, but half of them had gone to Mimi, and Mariella was not sure what kind of life Mimi had. Time had not gone so long on that side, but she was in the middle of a world-saving mission, meaning she would not have time for pack life or reunions. She probably has her five, helping her, maybe even living with her. She would have been moved on.
Mariella was jealous of Mimi about her life. How she was the fierce, strong, independent, force of nature and she was here freaking perfect housewife. Mimi would once again probably resume her duties as leader of her organization, planning, leading, saving, and acting. Mimi had never talked about what made her leader. Damon had never told her anything about it, and Mimi had not told her either. There would be a fun story there, probably to be heard.
Mariella thought maybe she could be a part of fleas. She could do something. Act instead of just being a trophy wife. She would say nothing to that to Damon yet, not until she would see what their life would be like in the human world. But it could be wonderful, when she would be part of it, saving, helping, being what she was supposed to be, a savior. Or course, she was not in top shape and she knew little about the practical side of things, but damn, she was getting ready to learn.
She suspected little that men might continue making missions or whatever when they returned, as they had found them again. So she might have her chance. Working with Mimi, or under her, she would be the flea. Be part of that. Get to know things and then someday she would have her own war stories to be told. And if the pack would not take Mimi back, she would keep in contact with her. She felt something almost waking inside her, a need to act, to be savior again, not lust queen. She was giggling to herself as she envisioned herself in Misson with the handle lust queen.
Damon had given her the ability to shoot guns, but she had not much or not at all hands-on experience, so she would need to have some, and the same went with her physical fitness. She had not so much muscle and strength as Mimi. Even Mimi might be ten kilos lighter than she, still Mimi was stronger than her. Well, she would have a pretty intense time ahead herself.
She was woken up from her reverie when babies were fussing and she went to be a perfect mother even though she felt not much need to care for them. There were no correct pheromones around here, so this was not as perfect as it could be. She shushed her babies, changed them, gave them bottles, and got them asleep again.
Soon it would be time for men to return and despite her being Damon's protector, she did not do as perfect food as Mimi had done. Mariella knew it was because Mimi was supposed to be Damon's protector, but she had given it away. It was possible what it came to Mimi and her willpower but as it had been decided in heaven; it stayed with Mimi.
It would be hilarious one day if Damon would force Mimi back to his protector, and this time would not let her get away from her responsibilities. But then again. Mariella did not know if Damon even wanted Mimi back in the pack. Mimi had so suitable expressions on her pretty animated face when she did not keep her ice queen mode on and that little thing would set Mimi off. It would be perfect to make Mimi tell to Damon what to eat and what not. They were each other biological halves or used to be. Mariella was not sure wheren't they were anymore.
Mimi was brilliant in so many fields, but she kept those aspects of herself in secret, not sharing them with the pack. Mimi wanted to almost blend in, not tell anyone about her abilities. Mariella noticed she had a whole new point of view on things and then she realized she was using her part of pretender power. She was analysing and thinking in a whole new way and this opened so many things to her in a whole other way. She was not sure if Damon used this ability or did he use it as a lie detector.
Damon was tired. They had done a hell of a lot of work, but it was almost done. It had taken a lot out of them, but it had been then again fun. They had a job to do, not just lazing all day in bed and fuck. Damon had noticed after six months just how much better his fitness had gotten after all of this manual work. They had been here a little over three years and this was the very last nest. They would soon get out of here and most of them wanted to continue to do missions and gigs when they would return to the human world.
Damon had kept his pack in his iron grip, meaning Cage had been busy, Mariella and Wolves had been now housewives and a little bored with that but Damon was thinking just by passing that he could put them in PR gigs and give them something to do. He was not thinking about Mimi or what they would do when they returned, but he wanted to work. Not just be at home. He had again found this side of him. Of course, he would not leave his phone and wallet to Mariella but missions, oh yeah. But what?
He was pretty much willing to do anything, and he had contacts with the government and a few medical institutes if they needed his expertise. It was time to pack to live a whole new way. Maybe some of them, if they wanted, could help Mimi with her world-saving mission as he knew it would be not done when they returned. But if she would allow them. She had been a veritable ice queen when they had gone.
Damon looked at his pack. Males were in excellent condition, women were pretty and under control, they had a pretty intense time in bed for a few days and now it was time to get back. Damon had been a little surprised when Mariella had not been too lustful, but she had waited her turn to get in the shower. It was time to return home and see what would come next. Damon knew it would take a few days for his contacts to get back to him, and see what missions there were. Now there were ten Salvatores, so they could take a lot of work.
He said," We did it, and once we get home, I will contact a few places to see if we have a few more missions to be done. Ladies, thank you so much and I love you, all of you, but do you want PR gigs? I can take care of those too. Let's start living and learning stuff. If we want to start fuck, hell, The Azores awaits, but let's see what this working would feel like."
Mariella was silent. She had her plan ready, and she wanted to be part of the fleas. It would be good for Mimosa and Shadow to go to PR gigs, meet people, learn to do stuff, and have some fun. Mariella was ready to become a soldier in Mimi's army and get to know this side of Mimi. The side that she rarely had shown any of them.
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