Bab 95: 14. All Rise.
When he got me dressed, he dressed himself. He had a suitcase with lots of clothes in it. Interesting. He got himself dressed and ready. It was time to go to the ritual breakfast.
I knew little about this day. Rebecca hadn't told me anything except that Damon was going to show everyone how he guides, instructs, and uses his wife. So my pussy was probably going to get a ride.
But this was the last day, and we'd get to leave in the morning. No need to spend another wedding night. I knew there would be events on this day, but there would also be free time to socialize.
Damon looked at me pointedly as I was lost in thought. He rang the bell. Damon himself, wearing a purple silk shirt, sleeves rolled up, blood-red velvet pants, and even as I watched him, I felt soon I wouldn't care if I were a little sensitive. Oh, that man knew how to dress. I was rolling my eyes in my mind. Come on, after that night, I am still ready to get some more.
The door opened, and there were a couple of women ushering us into the dining room. Damon held out his arm, and I grabbed it. My heels were pretty damn high again, but I could walk in them. I had gotten good at walking in heels.
The dining room was enormous. It too was dark wood and solid oak furniture dominated the space. At the end of the vast table was our seat and the dining room had several large tables, round ones. I knew vampires had an actual need for hierarchy and were always fighting over who was the strongest.
We walked slowly and with dignity. When we entered the hall, everyone stood up. I could still see that none of the women wore red. Must piss them off. And very few wore black because that was another power color for vampires. I looked ahead, trying to be a good wife and not let my surprise show on my face when I saw our seats up close.
We had thrones. My seat was a little lower than Damon's. On the back of Damon's seat were the ornate gold letters D. S. and a coat of arms or some such symbol. On the back of my chair were the equally ornate letters M.S., meaning we had our own throne made and they would always reserve these for us when we went to a vampire party. The seats were dark red velvet and leather, soft looking.
Damon sat on his first and nodded for me to sit. It wasn't until I was sitting with my sore arse in the seat that he waved his hand and everyone sat down. It was a pretty wonderful chair to sit on. Not too hard for my poor ass.
I just watched as there was always someone moving around in the hall, that is. One woman caught my attention just how terribly badly postured she was. She was tall but walked on a stoop and strutted ugly. She had curves and was dressed in grey and again; it didn't look good at all.
The woman walked towards the kitchens and was there for a while. I watched the others and then the waiters brought trays in front of us. The woman seemed to wander off with a smile on her lips and she looked quite old, probably like 40 years old at least, and her makeup made her look like a cheap whore.
The waiters brought a tray to the table and my portion comprised four huge thick herb-crusted chicken steaks while Damon's had beef tenderloin and entrecote steaks with more, that too had some kind of herb sauce or glaze.
We ate. The cutlery was pure gold, or at least it looked like it was. I waited for Damon to start eating and he nodded at me as if to permit me to eat. I knew my manners. The food was tasty, and the quantity was enough. The steaks were tasty and the herb mixture was just right for them.
Damon ate several meals. He ate more meat, some soup, fish, and then a salad. I just ate slowly my portion and didn't ask for more, although the women who were serving food asked Damon if they could bring some for his wife.
He shook his head. I didn't actually want to be in a ball coma, so it was just as well I didn't eat myself into a frenzy. After I finished eating, I sat and looked at everything. I liked to observe and watch, letting my pretender side work.
There were many people at our table but the elders weren't. Instead, Nick, Elias, and Rebecca were chatting with the others. Damon was eating calmly and just as suddenly, he took my wrist, opened it with his fingernail, drained my blood into a glass, and then sipped it with the food.
As he kept waiting for more food, he pulled me closer and drank my blood and greedily. Always almost more than half, so I was just wondering how on earth he could get any more food to fit inside him. My blood was not weak, not even he had drained me all night long. I could somehow feel it.
I was still a good wife. You can drink from me. I had three large drinks on top of my meal, all the same thick, herb-flavoured drink. I don't know if Damon got his.
As I looked at the first drink doubtfully, Damon said in my head silkily, " Either you drink them, Mimi, or I'll put a collar and leash on you, okay?"
His voice was compelling enough that I continued to be a good girl. So I drank the drinks. They had an equally intoxicating effect, and I was very controllable over food. I just kept thinking that I always have to be drugged with some herb or, better still, sedated with drugs. I'm so fucking intense. I am a dangerous beast and have to be controlled with chemicals.
We left the dining table for a walk, and went into the great hall, again dark wood, but at least there were electric lights and sunlight as it was morning. The hall smelt old, not unpleasantly so, but it did smell of age, and then when none of the furniture was terribly modern or new, it added to the old impression.
My eyes were pretty damn blurry, so I didn't know what I was even perceiving.
Damon was now gripping me under his arm, talking low, " Darling, good girl, just behave yourself so no accidents happen to anyone." I had no idea what he was doing.
He held me tightly, and we strolled around. Damon always greeted everyone, accepting compliments. I was far too drugged to even remember anyone. Or even spoke to anyone. He whispered more threats, or warnings, every time we came close to originals.
Damon walked me to the divan, which he walked himself to first, and then took me partly in his arms to lie on, and let his hands wander under my hem and to my nipples. The divan was purple and had gold embroidery and decorative patterns on it, obviously meant for the wedding couple, as it was bigger than the other divans.
The drinks kept me drugged and calm; I lay quite limp in Damon's arms. It was actually no worse place to be. I could hear his soothing pulse, our pulse, and I let the sensations give me pleasure. I also made it known by sighing and moving. Damon grunted now and then when I made a little more noise, but he didn't take me all the way, just warmed me up.
He sipped on some drink and chatted with the other men that came near us. There were several divans, and the men were sitting in them or lying casually. I wasn't listening to what the men were discussing because Damon's fingers were keeping me very comfortable.
Although I still had bruises and was sore, I was healed. The girls or women who served drinks were fair game because the man could grab a girl in his arms in the same way and drink her blood. Several men fucked the women. The women were human and some of them got pale when someone drank a bit too greedily.
Damon took this slowly. He kept me going, causing many delicious sensations and keeping me in control at the same time. He wasn't even touching my pussy yet as he played with my nipples through the dress, occasionally sipping blood from me.
Somewhere in between, I felt he was actually draining my veins of something, but it did nothing to me. Some men came with women and the women had a collar and a leash. These women would go on the floor in front of the men and wait like dogs. Some women were werewolves, humans and even a couple of vampires were there.
Damon still didn't fuck me, although it must have been several hours. He chatted with the men and drank from my wrist now and then. He did not drink from my neck but from my wrist in such a way that it hurt, but I did not gesture to be hurt, while the humans were about to cry in pain.
It was again after noon when the socializing and lounging continued. I didn't mind. I felt this boy under me was as ready as could be, but I suspected the lord was showing everyone how good his self-control was. I had heard a woman call Damon a fucking machine, and I wasn't sure if it was this tall woman who walked on a stoop. I knew Damon had heard it and was obviously determined to show that he could control himself.
He slowly warmed up and by the time the elders came into the hall, he acted. First, he kissed me roughly, then he put his hands on me better. He unzipped his pants and ripped the thong off my leg. Then he lifted me up to sit on his cock again and pushed me down on my bottom at once.
He held me and bent my upper body against him so that my head rested on his neck and I sniffed his pheromones. His vampire pheromones went into both my head and my pussy, and I got pretty damn ready. The gigantic cock in my cunt felt pretty awesome and I'm glad I didn't make a sound and was pretty loud.
What kept me calm was the fact that someone had regularly brought me that drink, so my dazed state had persisted. Damon fucked me hard from underneath.
Then he stroked my back at the same time and said in my head, " Go on, Mimi, drink my blood. I know your blood hungry. Go on, drink it. And drink it good. Now drink your stomach full."
As if he had ordered me to, I got a bloodlust. I let my vampire side come out, felt my eyes turn black, and I settled a little better on top of him. My hair turned white, getting some attention when the crowd shuddered at seeing my transformation. Then I grabbed Damon and sank my fangs into his neck brutally, thinking to show him what I could do.
I already knew this trick too, as I let my vampire instincts guide me. The brutal fucking turned me on so hard and I knew I was about to come, so I was a skilled wife.
I drank wickedly. That is to say, Damon came and came hard. I could feel him explode inside me and start to fill me up. He actually shuddered against me and squeezed tightly against himself.
I didn't gorge; I ate naughtily, but slowly. He panted against me, squeezed me against him, stroked my back too, and couldn't get a word out of his mouth easily. I was now in control and oh, my good feeling of power that this gave me. To have him beneath me, shuddering from pleasure, unable to talk. I guess it showed too.
I felt the hot tasty blood running down my throat, filling my stomach as the thick cream of love filled my womb and abdominal cavity. I was as full of Damon as I could be. Finally, my stomach was full, and I removed my fangs from his neck and licked it lazily. My vampire side was sated now. I felt my hair turn back red.
I lay against Damon and enjoyed feeling his hot, thick bump spreading inside me. I felt it nourishing and refreshing my drugged state of being. Our brief session had gotten some audience. It filled the Elders with amazement and a deep impression.
They said, "Yes. Damon, you chose wisely. Few women and even fewer wives can satisfy their husbands so completely. You have really taken your Queen to yourselves."
Yes, indeed. I am not a queen.
When Damon had finished flooding inside me, he pulled away, still holding me in his arms. He stroked me casually, now not so much aroused anymore, but mostly holding and stroking me. Making sure that he was now in control, not me.
He continued to converse, always eating some of the small pieces of savory food that were offered. Then at the other end of the hall, the enormous doors opened and Damon raised his head, looked sharply in that direction, and his grip tightened around me.
He said in my mind, "Mimi, there's going to be a bit you may not enjoy, but I have to fuck the other women in it. I just have to. You will be taken to your own divan and fed, but you must not be jealous, do you understand? Not at all. You don't embarrass me. Is that clear? If you have any problems at all, I will give you a sedative injection, after which you will have no problems at all."
I said in my head. "Damon, I'm still sore, seriously. If you have to fuck other people, then be my guest. Give me some time to recover and maybe get something to eat. I could have eaten more this morning. "
I was a bit hungry, and it was almost 5 pm at this point, so my food had taken a while. Damon had been eating something small all the time. I had been eating nothing but the fucking drinks.
Damon said in my mind, "You wouldn't have if you didn't want herb poisoning. Someone here doesn't like this. There was coriander in the food, which is terrible for you. I have therefore tried to drink your blood away to get the coriander off. I've also given you an antidote, so the amount hasn't hurt you yet. It's finally out of your blood now, so when you eat, I won't let you eat much. Cilantro can kill you. I've been trying to see who the fuck is behind this, but I haven't found out yet. Sorry baby, that's why I told you to eat me. And I just filled you up so you have something. I could have let you swallow some bump too, but vampires don't do blowjobs very well."
It was good to have an explanation then. Oh fuck, sometimes it pissed me off when they would treat me like a child and couldn't tell me straight, so my answer was harsh.
I replied in my head, " I understand. Next time you can tell me straight that it's not safe to eat," in a somewhat bitter voice.
Damon grunted and said in my mind, " Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to patronize you. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself and have a good time. Having someone try to assassinate you isn't really wedding appropriate, and I didn't want to ruin it. "
I said nothing back.
Damon stroked me for a while and then helped me up. We walked side by side again through the first of the enormous doors that were now open. He directed me into another hall.
There were bigger divans. They reserved a blood-red velvet divan for me at the podium. The Elders came into the hall and waited for everyone to arrive. Damon helped me into a comfortable position on the divan with an unobstructed view of the enormous bed in the middle of the hall.
The Eldest, or I assumed Eldest, said, "Now the new husband, show his wife his stamina by taking virgins, human virgins, as tradition demands. Damon may eat as much as he likes, provided he has first taken the virginity from them. May your next mission be a happy one and may your endurance may honor your wife. "
I watched Damon drink five large glasses of the same drink. Poor girls. I could see how tuned in he was. This was gonna be some kind of blood orgy. His eyes were fully alert and his muscles were rippling as he prepared to show off his power.
I sat on the divan and watched as Nick, Elias, and Rebecca came into the hall. The men went to sit in the nice-looking armchairs with a bit of an attitude that they were here just to be polite, but then again this was quite a vampire thing and I could see the tuning in them.
Rebecca came and sat down next to me, looked at me, and said, "Now maybe you've seen and experienced a glimpse of what Damon is by now but this next one will show you the truth and it's too late to run away now."
She glanced at Damon.
"Damon is a beast, we are all beasts and vampires love to combine sex and food, so often it's the food that dies in bed, it's just a meal and the vampire uses it all for his pleasure, he takes the blood and uses the body. Damon is old enough that he loves to take virginity even from an ugly victim if he happens upon it."
Her voice was quiet and her expression neutral, but somehow I sensed she was not a fan of this either. Her pity for these girls was clear about how she talked.
"What's going on here is no shocker to any vampire, but you, my friend, may be a little inexperienced in this business. So Damon fucks, takes the virginity and then either eats the victim or moves on to the next one. The victims are then fair game for the other partygoers. Don't doubt it. None of those people are going to make it out alive. The ones Damon drinks down are the lucky ones, because this party goes on for hours. You remember and you know how badly Damon tore you apart. People cannot heal. They are in pain and lasting fucks before either bleeding to death or someone eats them."
Nick watched us intently, but Rebecca didn't care about her brother's angry glare. It seems like Nick wouldn't want me to know details about this beforehand. Rebecca carried on. Her voice was matter-of-factly like this was something normal, but she didn't like this at all.
"Damon is good with women. He often charms his victims into enjoying themselves, but others don't. But he is now under the influence of that potion and it sort of turns off humanity. He's just a selfish, bloodthirsty old vampire having a good time."
I swallowed and realized what this was going to be, but fine. We're vampires.
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