Chapitre 36: 36. Tired of Being Sorry.
They went to the bedroom, and Damon went in first. There was the smell of strawberries, apples, and pear and a bit of boy passionfruit, but the room was warm, dim, and quiet. Mimi slept in the middle of the bed, under a thermal blanket, the curtains still in front of the window.
Damon did not notice Mimi's little pheromone that she had released but Mariella did, she just did not understand it fully. That pheromone was supposed to lure in other males, non-breeding males, ensuring her peace and rest, meaning she could shed all of her eggs in peace and no one noticed and these other males who had taken this pheromone would defend her and try to ensure that alpha male did not go and disturb her.
Meaning finding out her little scheme to lower her fertility. Eggs would be viable for up to a month, but she was also lowering her hormones, making her breeding womb a less hospitable place for her eggs, meaning they would not stay so long viable, maybe a week or two anymore. Her alpha side had its own plans and once she would have done her thing, she might wake up, now free of breeding duty and she might give pheromone to others, making them breed but not her.
Mariella smelled the air around Mimi again. Something here was not normal, but she just did not know what. She decided to go with her gut and do as Damon said, and maybe the answer would be revealed in time. As she was not a real alpha, she did not know what this was all about. Not at all.
Damon said, " Fine, let's wake her up, open the curtains, and lower the temperature. She is too comfortable again, too protected, and she has slept when there is nothing to worry about. I'll have to stimulate her again. Her body is comfort oriented and what that seven years and been, this is probably heaven for her."
Damon went to open the curtains to let the sunlight in. Mariella had meanwhile removed the electric blanket from over Mimi's body. She replaced it with a normal blanket. Damon came over and felt all over Mimi, including her mind.
Mimi was still in a very deep sleep, completely safe and at rest, and she didn't even want to wake up. Sleep was so perfect. Damon then went to sit and contemplate a suitable strategy.
I slept because I did not want to wake up. Reality was again too hard for me to bear. When I had fallen asleep properly, I had found myself sitting on an old Chicago house porch; it was a pretty summer day. I had had a coffee cup, and there had been this wonderful old swing that Adam had dug up a few years after I lived with him. He had gotten there a soft mattress and everything.
Damon sat next to me, my Damon, and he looked at me and said," I am so sorry baby, but this is goodbye. You know I will be part of the whole but because of Mariella's potion, I can't, I will not exist anymore, I don't really have a choice, you are the far best thing that I have ever come across in the long march of time, and I will love you. You know that part of the whole, me, will always love you, will always choose you. I have made so many mistakes along the way. I have been a coward, fucking machine, and loser, not brave enough to take you, choose you. And now it is too late. I have no way of knowing what I will become, but please don't hate me, or Mariella. She is a child compared to you. And as such, she is petty jealous, immature, and wants all of it."
He touched my cheek, one last time, like he always did. Number one had not touched me like this ever. I had no time to say anything when my Damon faded away. I tried to touch him, feel him one last time, but no. Even his scent faded away. My mind wanted to go on to be with him, so I dreamt all of our good times, our love when he was there, it was a kind of my way to let go, knowing that he would exist only in my dreams and even in those, it would be rare for me to have good dreams.
Maybe it was little payback for number one because he forced that potion on those versions or then my alpha side just did not want to breed. I had no idea what my body was doing while my mind was dreaming and not wanting to wake up, not wanting to face the world again, losing someone so freaking dear and important to me.
I had lost enough; I had had a hard time. I just wanted happiness, to feel the actual love, not witness love between Mariella and number one, knowing that he does not love me. But he saw me as possession, trophy more or less. I wanted to live in my dreams, where I had Damon who loved me, too.
Mariella came over to examine Mimi. She smelled her pheromone and her instincts directed her to palpate Mimi. So she felt her carefully, found her answer, and realized what this minx was doing. Mimi must be pissed off at her and Damon, but she was actually amused and laughed out loud. Part of her at least was fucked up and properly so.
Damon looked at his wife and asked, " So, what's funny?"
He was putting AC on, making the room cooler, another stimulant to arouse Mimi out of slumber. He had not seen what she was dreaming of, only that she was happy and safe.
Mariella said, " Some cat's got fucking plans. A real bitch of a bitch there."
Damon was silent for a moment and said, "Mimi has let go of all of her cats. She did before the divorce, don't you remember? There's no one inside her anymore. There's only Mimi. So what has she done now?"
Mariella said, "Oh, I didn't know, well I guess we should put them out then. I've put some of them out, but when there's no holiday to spare pussy for the others...well, come and have a go here."
Mariella had exposed Mimi's body and put Damon's hand on Mimi's side, near her ribs. Damon felt around, then tried the other side and grunted," Goddamn big ovaries. Why?"
Mariella looked at her husband and said, "There is one pheromone in the air, I noticed it in the kitchen and it made me wary, she has put that pheromone out to ensure that all nonbreeding males who come near her, will protect her, let's her sleep and exhaust her ovaries. She is also dropping her hormones same time. How long can we multi-shape shifters keep a detached ovum alive?"
Damon frowned slightly as he was a little slow catching up with what Mariella had told him.
Mariella smirked as she continued, "A month. At the top and as she is not in the best shape, so it is significantly less. The lady has now probably shed a pretty fucking large number of eggs. I'll get an ultrasound soon and show you, intending to exhaust her ovaries. She can't reproduce right away without heat or proper stimulation, and knowing that she's a victim to be treated and not at an ideal weight for heat, there's no rush for reproduction when it's not happening, at least not for her. I've blocked any pheromones the lady might put out in the air because she might try to get others to reproduce, but she won't. She is also fucked up with us, probably making those salvatores drink that potion, too. "
Damon looked at his sleeping wife and said, "Or is it reproduction time? Fine, that's fine. So I'm going to stimulate her again, fertilize all those eggs first, and then we'll go from there. Let's start with cat time now and see the babies a bit later, but it's going to be wild and long now. This lady is learning the ways of the pack, and let's get the alpha female under control once again. If she is full of eggs and she is, try here," Damon pressed his hands on the lower sides of Mimi's belly." These will need a good flood, a good sea of sperm. "
Mariella laughed; oh fuck, what a wake-up call the lady would have once again. We'll see how quickly she'll wake up when she gets a good alpha male inside her and good breeding. After all, it's been years since she's last had it.
Damon prepared the room and let the others know what was happening. The Salvatores were having a fucking blast and were genuinely laughing, but at the same time, everyone was excited about the breeding season. They wanted those cubs, kittens, and pups so badly. Damon thought to himself that if Mimi were the first to deliver, she would have lots of eager helpers and she would not be able to hide away and tend to cubs by herself.
"But first, let's get those cubs onto way," Damon mused to himself. Of course. Mariella wanted to see this. Damon stripped Mimi naked and put her into position. Mariella placed several pillows under her hips so that her pussy was on a tray. Damon sucked on Mimi's breasts long and hard, licking her cunt, getting Mimi pretty damn wet. And all the time, he was sending Mimi a message in her mind about what he was doing, sending her dreams, breeding dreams, anything that would make her irritated.
Then he was done. He turned into a black lion first, licked and pushed her, licked her cunt hard and her breasts too. His big powerful tongue was not gentle but arousing, possessive, greedy same time. He smelled the milk slowly rising and knew it would also bring the medicine out of her system. He positioned himself and pushed deep and mercilessly into Mimi's cunt. He felt the spongy cervix and squirted into it an already very strong relaxant that started working immediately.
This was new, and Mimi had never had this before. Damon had done it just recently, as a reaction to Mimi's petty attempt to manipulate her fertility. Damon fucked with the deepest, hardest thrusts, teasing the eggs with his spikes to rain down hard and properly.
Mariella said, "It's going to rain, very good. Now boost those hormones back up too, make her fertile."
Damon got excited. The cervix was almost open, and he reached the womb. He pushed with force, feeling the spikes sink into the cervix, and it gave way more as he injected the first hot flood of sperm directly into Mimi's eggs and smelled how she fertilized.
This got Damon aroused, and the breeding continued. Relentlessly and fiercely, his pricks were well on display. Mimi's cunt was slightly bloody, but the lion continued long and hard. He also gave her more stimulants, increasing her egg production and allowing for a long and hard breeding session. Hormones flowed too into her womb, Damon's sperm was full of hormones and made for alpha females, meant to be absorbed from the breeding uterus so that was strong and effective stuff, in a few hours, the change could be smelled clearly and it just continued.
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