Chapitre 123: 3. Wake Me Up Before You Go Go.
Damon glanced at Mariella, his eyes meeting hers as he emerged from the aromatic kitchen and entered the cozy living room. "I'll be busy tonight, so you can keep yourself occupied, right?" he asked. "The Master needs to deal with a certain little problem, and darling, not a word about this to Mimi. Understand? Don't let her ask or suspect anything. And get ready for more power. It's time to pit our symbols against each other."
Mariella started to speak, mentioning Wulfe's advice, but Damon swiftly interrupted her, raising his hand. "Now, Wulfe hardly holds the position of pack leader, does he?" he said confidently. "If I decide to join each other's symbols, neither he nor you can do anything but accept it."
Mariella nodded slowly, sensing Damon's newfound determination.
Meanwhile, I prepared my nightly meal in the kitchen, the enticing aroma filling the air. I saved a thermos full of freshly brewed coffee and some treats for myself as I made my way to my bedroom. Though the room wasn't officially mine, it exuded my scent, a delightful hint of strawberries. It was filled with my clothes, some worn and others freshly laundered. Among them were several new outfits I had purchased during our trip to India, awaiting their rightful place in my dressers or wardrobes.
Entering my room, I left the door slightly ajar, allowing a gentle breeze to circulate. The children were fast asleep, so there was no worry of interruptions. As I prepared for another night of shopping, I realized our old Christmas decorations, cherished for nearly a century, needed a refresh. Although the pack in Ireland had their own Christmas traditions, it was time to forge new ones. I remembered my promise to Wulfe, to bring the spirit of Christmas into our lives. It was time to shop for more decorations and create new traditions, perhaps even having children around during the holidays.
I settled into a comfortable position in my cozy bed, clutching my warm coffee cup. I glanced up, checking if there were any urgent work matters that required my attention, but it seemed that the boys had everything under control. With Colin at the clinic, there wasn't much for me to do there, either. As I savored the taste of my coffee and enjoyed my treats, I absentmindedly surfed the internet, my tired eyes growing heavy.
I didn't plan on sleeping, just resting my weary eyes for a while. The bed was perfect, and I felt so safe that I doubted I would even have any nightmares if I did drift off. It would be a delightful bonus, as I cherished the bliss of sleep. However, such moments were rare for me, and I had no intention of asking anyone to join me. I was in an independent mood. Placing my laptop back on the table beside the bed, I switched off the light. Though the room was dim, I felt tranquility as I let my eyes close. Fatigue washed over me, and there was nothing to fear, nothing out of place.
He waited in the dimly lit room, the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. As he observed her, he felt a sense of security emanating from her mind, mixed with a deep weariness. A gentle notion suggested she should rest her tired eyes and seek sleep. The sedative he had slipped into her coffee had taken effect, and a thin smile crept onto his face as he sensed her slipping into unconsciousness.
Silently, he approached the bed, his footsteps barely making a sound.
His eyes fixed on the sleeping woman, he softly whispered, "My pet, fear not, for Master has returned to teach you valuable lessons."
With a swift motion, he conjured a thick iron bar from thin air and secured it to the bedpost. Next, he produced a set of new cuffs, adorned with sharp spikes. These cuffs, too, were of a biological nature, seamlessly melding into Mimi's slender wrists, becoming an integral part of her.
A new component had been introduced - modified DNA infused into the spikes, ensuring they would become a permanent part of Mimi's anatomy. Should she ever lose her physical form, her new body would already possess a sedative organ, a collar, these cuffs, and even a magical symbol. It was flawless.
Taking hold of her wrists, he chained them to the bedposts, rendering her restrained and utterly helpless. With his vampire-like claws, he tore her nightgown away, leaving her naked and exposed, and the time had come to proceed with his plan. He retrieved a wide leather collar and secured it snugly around her slender neck, subtly constricting her breathing. The perfect touch.
Spreading her legs apart, he fastened the biological ankle cuffs, ensuring that her legs were held wide open by leather loops around her knees. Her most intimate parts were now fully exposed, vulnerable to his desires. Adding more pillows, he positioned her in a semi-sitting position, enabling her to witness her own violation. Damon, now fully undressed, was consumed with anticipation.
The best part was that his concoction would tamper with her memory, making any recollection of this experience seem like nothing more than a dream. He vowed to repeat this ritual every night, leaving behind subtle hints to eventually raise suspicion in her mind. However, during the day, he would play the part of innocence, leaving her to believe that she had merely experienced vivid dreams.
She was moving, tiredly, but still as she should. Damon took a syringe, expertly injecting his little concoction into her vein. Slowly, she opened her unfocused eyes, a sense of disorientation washing over her.
He whispered, "Good pet, don't fret. Master is here, and you want to please your master, right pet?"
Mimi's voice was quiet and thick as she replied, "Yes."
Damon grabbed a sharp flogger, striking her breasts, causing her to gasp.
His voice was deceptively soft, yet an undercurrent of danger lingered, "Pet, remember to address me as Master or Sir. Is that clear?"
She nodded and said, "Yes, Master."
Damon cooed, "Good pet. You want to please. Now, beg for me to fuck you senseless. Look at your pussy, pet. Does it look like it's been fucked?"
Mimi, her eyes still drugged, gazed at her untouched pussy and whispered, "No, Master. It hasn't been fucked. Please, I beg of you, please fuck me, fuck me senseless."
Damon smiled, naked, as he approached the bed. He touched her breasts, striking them with the flogger, as well as her cunt, the scent of her arousal filling the air with hints of strawberry and champagne.
She pleaded once more, "Please, Sir. Fuck me senseless."
Finally, Damon crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He whispered, "Now, look closely, pet."
He stroked his huge, hard cock, the glistening tip coated with precum.
He rubbed it against her pussy, against her clit, causing her to pant and plead, "Please, Master, I beg of you."
Her voice grew hoarser as Damon used his magic, tightening the collar around her neck. Damon aligned the tip of his massive cock between her pussy lips and slowly started to sink into her wet, hot tightness, eliciting gasps and lip-biting.
Softly, Damon said, "Keep watching, pet. See how your pussy stretches? Feel it. Look at me, show me."
Mimi's drugged eyes were filled with arousal, her breathing becoming short and gasping. She moaned as she gazed at her pussy, witnessing the relentless invasion of the massive cock. Her eyes met Damon's ice-blue dominant gaze, acknowledging her utterly helpless state, being fucked and used. And she was more than ready.
Damon's eyes fixated on her protruding nipples, while her flushed neck emitted a hot, moist sensation. Her pussy grew even wetter as Damon groaned, fully penetrating her.
"See, pet? You're such a good girl, taking every inch of your master's cock," he cooed at Mimi.
With forceful thrusts, he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in, the sound of their wet coupling filling the air. Mimi moaned, unable to resist watching as she was helplessly used and stretched. Although drugged and limp, the scent of her arousal permeated the room.
Damon continued to whisper, urging her to keep watching, her pussy swelling and turning red. "What do you think, pet? Has your pussy had enough?"
Mimi glanced at her engorged pussy and replied, "No, master, not yet."
Damon praised her, intensifying his pounding. As he repeatedly filled her, she teetered on the edge of orgasm, her tightness milking his merciless cock. Damon leaned over, taking her nipple in his mouth, suckling and biting it.
"Do you want to produce milk for your master?" he asked.
Mimi eagerly responded, "Yes, master, I want you to suck my milk from my breasts."
Damon smiled, knowing that his and Wulfe's plan was progressing perfectly. He had spent the entire night suckling on her breasts, preparing her for lactation. Soon, Wulfe's potion would seal the deal. But now, it was time to take things to another level.
Damon released her knees and instructed, "Now, my pet, we align all of our chakras and use this new magic symbol. You will grant me powers, won't you, pet?"
Mimi obediently replied, "Yes, master."
His concoction kept her compliant and groggy, while his telepathic manipulation made the night feel like a dream. He would keep their soulmate bond hidden until the time was right to reveal it to her. This would be the perfect plan.
He approached her, gently removing the soft pillows from beneath her. As she lay on her back, her legs willingly spread, and anticipation filled the air. With a deep breath, he allowed his chakras to open, feeling the energy flow through his body. Every touch of his magic was meant for her to feel. With one brutal strike, he thrust into her warm wet pussy once again, thrusting with intensity. Leaning over her, their sex chakras collided, creating a powerful connection that left her gasping. One by one, chakras locked together. Her eyes rolled back as he felt her completely, resonating with her soul. Their bond was a highway of love, longing, and raw emotions, reaching deep into his very core. In a moment of ecstasy, he allowed the magic symbol to connect, feeling a surge of power that left him breathless.
"You are so strong, my pet," he whispered, as the gemstone chips absorbed the steady stream of energy.
She trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by desire, love, and pleasure. Seizing her mouth greedily, he kissed her dominantly, savoring her as his playground. Their union was perfect as he continued to pleasure her, eliciting gasps, moans, and screams of pleasure.
Ensuring their privacy, he had cast spells around the room, concealing their actions from prying eyes. It was all part of his plan, keeping her and the pack unaware of his intentions. Only when he was ready would they know, and then the true extent of his plans would be revealed. Perhaps a wedding with Mimi was on the horizon, those perfect nights filled with love. He intended to consult Wulfe about vampire weddings, sensing that he held valuable knowledge. Could they have a second, vampiric wedding? Only time will tell.
As the first rays of the sun began to peek through, Damon finally stopped engaging in rough, brutal sex with her.
He took an injection and said, "You did well, my pet. Until the next night, rest and remember that this was all just a dream. Nothing more, just a raunchy dream. Soon, you will be ready to wake up and start your day as mommy."
He injected substances into her veins, causing her eyes to roll back in her head, and she slumped, fully unconscious. Damon removed the restraints from the bed, performed a strong cleaning spell, and soon there was no evidence of the night's activities - no scent, no marks on her body.
Damon looked at her swollen, puffy pussy, knowing that by the time she woke up, everything would be back to normal, albeit slightly more sensitive. Her breasts would already be producing milk, but Damon's telepathy would prevent her from feeling any sensations, ensuring she remained unaware.
He ran his hands over her body, feeling the weight of his fillings inside her. He knew he had successfully filled her with his scented bump. Her pheromone gland was slightly red, as he had bitten it throughout the night, leaving his scent behind. Once again, he would keep these sensations out of her mind, ensuring his innocence in the days to come. It was all going according to plan.
Silently, Damon left the room, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He had come up with a new plan, evolving from his previous methods. He had learned from Mimi, always ready to adapt and come up with something new if her original plan failed. She was chaos, and now Damon felt that he, too, embodied chaos. He was also a pretender, capable of adjusting on the fly.
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