Chapitre 257: 17. Feliz Navidad.
I was already enjoying my dessert, one that I had made a long time ago and stored in the freezer. Since the pack had arrived, the Salvatores were busy providing food for everyone. It seemed that being a protector wasn't important during Christmas when it came to feeding people. But the Salvatores made sure everyone was fed, so I didn't have to worry. I didn't need to watch each Salvatore closely or be on high alert. It was a truly happy time.
My dessert was a large bowl filled with layers of deliciousness. At the bottom, there was vanilla ice cream and frozen raspberries. On top of that, a thick and wonderful vanilla sauce, followed by white chocolate mousse. Another layer of raspberries, then cake and strawberry cream. A mixture of curd and crumbled cookies, topped with lemon curd and more raspberries. It was perfect.
I briefly placed it in a large circle in front of me, where magic warmed it up slightly and I sprinkled grated fresh milk, chocolate and mixed nut bits on top.
I had taken a few small spoonfuls when Mariella noticed and exclaimed, "Wow Mimi, that is a work of art! I didn't know the Salvatores made desserts like this. The portion is huge, even by our standards."
I smiled and replied, "This is my own creation. It is indeed huge, but my stomach can handle it as it turns into liquid inside me."
Damon looked at my large bowl, having already eaten over half of his own food. I scooped up a spoonful of the delightful mixture and brought it to my lips. It was absolutely perfect.
Damon said, "You can't finish it all, my future wife. I'll help you out."
Number seven, one of the Salvatores who had been serving food, approached us and frowned. "Baby, you're not supposed to eat that. We haven't approved it, and that serving is too large."
He coldly grabbed the whole bowl from me.
I sighed, and rolled my eyes, and Mariella smiled innocently, saying, "You see, Mimi, trust your protectors. Soon you'll get a better dessert, one that can probably feed five of us."
I remained silent.
Soon, number seven brought me a big plate filled with rolled cake pieces, generously covered in vanilla sauce, raspberry ice cream, homemade, and nuts. It wasn't as much as I had before, but it was still tasty. However, I couldn't help but think, why can't I ever eat what I actually want? I know what I want to eat, but every treat gets taken away and replaced, and there isn't much difference in the end.
Damon looked at me and asked, "Are you pissed off about losing your treat?"
I responded in a neutral tone, "It wasn't that bad for me."
Damon continued, "But are you furious? Your face looks neutral, and you're keeping your body language under control. But as a telepath, I can hear your frustrated thoughts, even though no one else can."
I replied, "Those are just my internal musings. There's no need to invade my mind."
Damon smiled, and although I didn't pay much attention to what he was doing, he said, "Come on, baby, let's play a little game. Tell me, how many people at this table are irritated by something?"
I sighed, rolled my eyes, and allowed my pretender side to emerge.
It took some time, but I finally said, "Eleven. Wulfe, Charles, Adam, Mimosa, Shadow, Elena, Alaric, Dresden, Constantine, Tim, and Taylor."
Damon responded, "Well, add numbers five, seven, nine, and ten to your list, and then you'll be on point. But did you notice how long it took for you to figure out if someone was irritated? Pretender skills are useful but slow. You can't be a telepath, so you don't have insight. But would you like to see when someone is upset or happy, regardless of their facial expression?"
Mariella chimed in, "I would. It seems like you have a plan in mind, dear husband. Care to share?"
Damon nodded smugly and said, "It's simple. We'll get tails. Each of us will have a tail, not one of our forms, but one from a dog or cat breed. The tail will behave according to the breed, so if you had a spaniel tail, it would wag more or less all the time. Or a cat's tail. Well, if someone startled you, it would puff up like a bottle brush."
Damon demonstrated with his hands how the tail would look. It was a ridiculous idea. I didn't want a tail. Firstly, it would be a hindrance, and I didn't want everyone to be able to read me. Plus, how would I wear clothes or make a hole for the tail?
Mariella enthusiastically exclaimed, "What a fun idea! Count me in. It's going to be a blast!"
Damon grinned and replied, "From now until the wedding, we'll have tails, thanks to the protector. And here's the catch - they get to choose which tail each of us gets."
He glanced at me.
"Fine," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "If you all want me to choose your tails, I can do it. But don't blame me if they end up being a bit challenging to use."
I had no intention of giving them feline tails. I didn't want to see them strutting around with their tails held high. No way. There were plenty of dog breeds to choose from, which would be perfect. Soon, the Salvatores would have wagging happy tails. I just didn't want to think about what kind of tail I would end up with.
Damon looked at me, his love clear on his face. "Baby, do your worst. You have ten of us, so show us what you can come up with. Let's see if we can get back to you. Don't worry, you won't have ten tails, just one. But oh, my baby, it will be perfect. I can't wait to make you turn that tail aside every time you see me. There's more to it than that. Our pheromones will be fully open, and the spell will remove our control, so our pheromones will convey our feelings, too."
I swallowed, realizing that my little plan had backfired. But fine, let's see what happens.
I felt a strange sense of vulnerability, but Damon assured everyone, "We'll all be exposed. And for those who are not yet hybrids, maybe this will show you how great it is to be a hybrid or even a shifter. If you want, after this, count me in. Just say the word."
He looked at Wulfe intently. Wulfe was simply smiling. This Christmas was becoming really interesting. How was I supposed to act if, say, Charles approached me with pheromones in the air? I might succumb to carnal desires, too. I was strong, but I had my weaknesses. And I didn't even want to think about how I would react to Damon's pheromones.
Alright, make a plan. Ahah, I'll go and make those flower arrangements without everyone. The aromatic scent of flowers should help. Yeah, it'll help. Despite how much I tried to convince myself, I couldn't stop my heart from racing slightly.
After we finished eating, they divided my bowl among the Salvatores, as I always did, saving the perfect dessert for them. It wasn't for me.
Damon then said, "It's time to get our tails," as we made our way to our dance hall or lounge, whatever you want to call it. "Okay, let's start. See this circle? One by one, you go in, and your protector will reveal your tail. Circle, make it happen, and open your pheromones at the same time. Baby, you go first."
I stood up, ready to make things interesting. I walked over to the circle, and the Salvatores exchanged glances.
Finally, number ten spoke up. "For you, our protégé, we give you the Siamese's tail. Enjoy."
I could feel my tail, which was naturally proportional to my body. It was long, thin, and very active.
Mariella commented, "Oh, your tail is twitching. Are you irritated? Don't be. It's a wonderfully pretty tail."
I rolled my eyes and walked back to my spot.
Next, number four stepped into the circle.
He looked at me and dared, "Come on, do your worst, baby. Give me a hairless feline's tail."
I smiled and replied, "Nope, no need. You can strut with your tail held high. Instead, you get a Dalmatian tail."
Number four fell silent, and soon his tail started wagging, slowly but surely. Mimosa had brought some dried meat, and as soon as number four smelled it, his tail wagged even more vigorously. It hit the table, making him wince, and as he turned, his tail accidentally hit Alaric in the chest. Number one glanced at me, raising his brow. I innocently shrugged.
Number two then stepped into the circle and said, "I'm not that easy. What do you have for me?"
I lazily responded, "Great Dane, yellow."
Once again, a long, yellow tail appeared on number two. As Mariella looked at me and opened her pheromones, number two's tail wagged as he noticed her scent.
It hit things around him, causing him to curse and mutter, "Fine, it seems we have to do some cleaning around here."
Charles stepped forward, gazed at Mariella, and challenged, "Come on, give it your best shot. I dare you."
Mariella smiled and replied, "Persian cat. White."
In no time, Charles had a long, fluffy, bright white tail that he had to keep high but would need to brush regularly. Mariella smiled sweetly, rose, and gracefully walked in a circle.
Charles remained silent for a moment and then declared, "Cocker spaniel. Red. Let's see how carefree you can be."
Soon enough, Mariella had a very waggly tail. She didn't mind, especially when she saw Damon; her tail couldn't help but wag. My own tail was still twitching, incredibly sensitive.
A lepard entered next, obtaining a hairless Sphynx tail, while Demon's tail was a don Sphynx. Their hairless, sensitive tails slightly bothered both of them, curling them up to keep warm.
Adam received a German Rex's tail, curly, long, and thin, but not entirely hairless. Wulfe entered next. Mariella gifted him a Siberian cat plume, which was truly a sight to behold.
Wulfe remarked, "Well, I guess I'll need to do some grooming."
Next was number three; I gave him a Labrador Retriever tail, which made him quite the waggly one. As number one entered, he appeared cocky, thinking that I had already used my worst tails.
I told him, "Since you're such a protector, you'll be a Doberman."
He had a long, thin, and waggly tail, but he kept it still as he scanned for problems. It was amusing to see how our breeds affected us. I felt even more feline.
Salvatore, number five, received a Rottweiler tail, and then I gave number six a German Pointer's tail. Number nine got a curly-coated retriever tail, and number ten received an English Setter's tail. Number seven was slightly irritated by his Alaskan Malamute's tail, and number eight was also somewhat bothered as I gave him an Afghan Hound's tail, which had a nice swirl to it.
I glanced at Salvatore's tail. The air grew thicker with pheromones as everyone's scent glands were fully open. Magnum received a British Shorthair's tail, and Colin's tail wagged joyfully upon seeing me with his Irish Setter's tail. Tim got a kooikerhondje's tail, and Taylor had an Irish Water Spaniel's tail. Alaric had a massive Maine Coon plume, and he seemed overwhelmed too, knowing that it would require regular brushing.
Elena had a Welsh Springer Spaniel's tail, while Katherine had a poodle tail. She was a little upset about it because her tail had a pom-pom on top and was long and waggly. Damon promised to groom her. Murdock kept a neutral expression when he had a Rhodesian Ridgeback's tail. Dexter liked his Oriental Shorthair tail, which was like mine but colorful.
We needed to make this castle tail-friendly, which meant either fixing everything in place with a spell or moving things so that no waggly tail would knock stuff over.
It had been a few hours since we had gotten our tails, and I hadn't yet gone to the flower room. But I thought I could work with my tail there. There were rooms in this castle that needed attention too, and I had quite a few problem rooms. They were in a part of the castle where not many people had been, as it required walking in and not just going to the nearest room from the staircase.
I was standing at the door of my room, my tail twitching. I just couldn't get this one right. The scent of passionfruit and all of Damon's pheromones wafted through the air to my nose. I assumed I would soon smell Mariella too, but it was just him.
He walked next to me and said, "You smell better than good, baby. You know, your goddamn pheromones drive me wild. What are you looking for?"
I could smell him too, so I said to him, "The naughty room. It just doesn't click, and since it's not a desired place, no one has bothered to try. I just can't get it to work."
Damon wrapped himself around me, like a snake and nuzzled my neck.
He murmured, "How about, baby, if we sanctify this and then see if it's what was needed?"
I smiled and said to him, "Sure, we can sanctify it, but it won't help. However, it would be a pretty wonderful distraction."
I let my tail start to touch Damon, seducing him. He grabbed me, slammed me against the wall, and kissed me with intense love and passion. I tried to respond as best as I could. He didn't bother to rip my clothes off, but used his magic to gently remove them, like a warm caress on my skin. He threw me onto the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and focused. Golden strands formed from his fingers, rising through the air until they hit the ceiling, and soon there was a mirror.
He stared at me with intensity, already naked and crawling towards the bed. He pressed his strong, hot body against mine, and I could feel his eager, hard cock ready to penetrate my dripping pussy.
As we kissed, Damon's voice, thick with lust, whispered in my mind, "Come on, spread those legs, little bitch."
In a voice filled with desire, I challenged him, "What will you do if I don't spread?"
His fingers forcefully dug under my knees, forcefully separating my legs. With one swift movement of his hips, he plunged his cock deep inside me, causing me to gasp. He didn't give me a moment to adjust to his fullness, but his firm and powerful thrusts made the bed shake and elicited moans from me, interrupted only by his kisses.
He explored my mouth with his tongue, igniting a fire within me. It was a primal hormone that bonded us, controlled our passion, and ignited a fierce heat within me. At that moment, all I cared about was Damon on top of me, taking me, fucking me hard and fast. His grunts, kisses, and possessive grabs conveyed both love and lust. His piercing blue eyes reflected his desire and affection.
My body eagerly moved to meet his thrusts, but he didn't give me a chance. He fucked me relentlessly, and I surrendered myself to him completely. I bit him repeatedly, feeling him release inside me again and again. At that moment, there was no time, no pack, just the two of us, our love, our primal desires fully unleashed.
Damon worshipped my body as he claimed me, and our sexual connection was beyond heavenly. It was an indescribable bond forged through pain, love, and yearning. I realized just how deeply Damon possessed me, and I claimed that part of him that no other female, including Mariela, would ever possess.
I finally crawled on top of him, not knowing how long we had been enjoying this room. He was sweaty and thrilled, just like me.
He told me, "You know, baby, I'm aware of your little plan to have heat. But my pheromones have been given for days, even before this moment, so your plan won't work."
I remained silent, feeling completely exhausted, content, and in love. Whatever happened next would happen, and with my unpredictable body, who knew what kind of heat would arise? Chaos was my nature, and adding a pheromone storm on top of it could make things very interesting.
Finally, I responded, "Well, then you should know that I have no idea what my heat will be like. So, you might regret it. You might even wish you were on your three-month holiday with Mariella."
Damon chuckled and said, "You see, baby, when we bring two girls for each of us, making a total of eight more females in heat, the male-to-female ratio will be much more manageable. There won't be a horde of frustrated men competing for some action. It will be one or two males per female. Much more fun that way. Three months is a long time for us to find as many partners as we want. It will be just perfect, you'll see."
I said nothing. Sure, bringing more females would give the males more action, but when it came to me and my heats, I could make them unpredictable. Time would reveal what they would be.
Damon was nuzzling my neck and said, "Do you know that even though I'm your weakness, your damn pheromones are mine, too? Oh, baby, do you feel that I'm ready to continue soon?"
I giggled. He was really inhaling my pheromones, preparing himself for the next round. Oh yeah, I could feel his passion rising as his hips moved, his eager cock finding its way back to my eager pussy. It seemed that we weren't done yet.
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