Bab 220: 19. Bridge Over Troubled Water.
I woke up. I was fine all over but pretty damn skinny. And there was no more metal. Great. Now, I felt like I could actually do something. But what? I noticed the wet wipes and the locked bathroom. I was in no hurry to shower. In fact, I was thinking of going to the spa at some point. I hadn't decided if to go for a meal since I wasn't that hungry.
I had slept for a week. Well, it was only good for me. I must have been on a feeding, and that full feeling was gone. I wiped myself with wet wipes and got dressed. I started moving and ended up in the kitchen. Damon had cooked here at some point because the pots and pans were always arranged in a certain way. I might as well eat.
I made myself some coffee and stocked up on drinks. I went to the fridge and grabbed something to eat. The meat stew was usually pretty good, and I put it in the oven to warm up. I didn't know what kind of meat it was, and I didn't care; it just had my name on it.
I didn't even know if Damon had gone somewhere or what he was doing. Maybe we should discuss the originals at some point, but I don't know if I can handle the relationship or just let it go and move on. It seemed like a straightforward solution.
I got to eat my meal; as always, the meat stew was perfect, and I knew it was wagyu. I knew it by the taste. I was thinking to myself again about the outdoor cooking place, and Mimosa was really refreshed in my mind, and I could feel her strength right away. I saw she was in good shape now.
While I was eating, I heard men's voices, and Adam, Samuel, and Damon came in. They had been out somewhere. I don't know where and didn't care that much.
Damon entered the kitchen and said, " Oh, you've finally decided to wake up. Good. We were already doing wedding stuff—the things, baby, you don't have to worry about at all. You go to a De la Renta store somewhere in between to get your measurements, and they have one of those fitting dresses where they mark everything. You won't see your dress until your wedding. This will be the perfect surprise wedding. Are you okay, or are you still pissed at me?"
I replied, " Nope, all good, let's move on and try to learn from things, and one day, you'll have to explain it as a reaction to me so I understand I know what I'm not doing."
Damon said, " Fine, I'll see if I can get it through my head in a way that would somehow explain it, but for now, baby, our wedding is coming up."
Oh, a surprise wedding. Fine by me. I have no problem with that. Let them have the wedding if they want to.
Adam said, "You can go to gigs or something; we've got quite a lot to plan, so there's no problem. You leave everything to us, and we'll do the wedding. All you have to do is show up."
Well, what an enthusiastic bunch. Let's go for it.
I said, " Fine, I'll see what I do. I'm not about to go out and do some gigs right now. Maybe."
I finished my food and went out to explore again. First, I was curious for some reason and collected my liver enzyme supplies again. I had brought them with me, always carried them in my car, and took new samples.
I remembered a strange tingling in my liver, and I had felt the same throughout the meal. I took several tissue samples and blood directly from my liver tissue. I examined it under a microscope, and somehow, my blood was very healthy and perfect.
I had an enzyme analyzer that separated and named all the enzymes, or you could name each enzyme. I had found one enzyme that Mimosa and I had precisely the same. I called it a particular enzyme. Mimosa had let me take tests from her, and I wasn't giving up on this thing, no matter what Samuel said. I would find someone, and then I would look into this with, say, Colin.
The only thing that made this difficult was that no one else could remove the wolf from itself. Thus, I could not know if a werewolf's wolf part and a man were supposed to have the same enzyme. This was the only one that was the same between me and Mimosa. All the other enzymes were different.
After four hours of research, I wrote everything down, packed my samples, and even had a state-of-the-art cold storage tank packed the blood samples from my liver. I knew that with every book I read, my knowledge would grow, and I would understand more.
Now, I didn't understand why Samuel didn't see this, but then again, he has never been so specific about investigating the causes while treating the symptoms. But even though I knew Damon might be the right guy for this, I wasn't sure because what if he used these as a weapon against me as well?
Despite letting it go and trying to move on, I had to face the fact that my trust in Damon had taken a hit, and it might be a while before that trust was restored. If he did something else to me, I didn't want to even think about it.
So I went to do a bit more decorating, and this house was very dark inside, almost black wood, dark wallpaper, dark floors. I was initially going to hire a renovation company to renovate the house, but I guess I won't have time now that the pack wants to live here.
I fixed up a couple of bedrooms, checked there was no problem with the fleas, and found out that Magnum was doing some work around here, so I might not be needed right away. The men were up to something, planning a wedding or something, so I knew I had some time on my hands now.
In my house in Arkansas, which I'd recently bought, we had a lovely beach, and as the men talked to each other, I could take some aids with me. I had some test dildos I'd bought—four of them.
I hadn't really used these before, and as the men were so focused on something else, I gave in to Mimosa's begging. This was her idea and dream, so now it was time for a test. I had given them names, or they were sold as named Bruce Willis, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jim Carrey, and Mel Gibson.
Perfect. I wouldn't go to the spa. I'd go to the beach. Then it was time to enjoy, and now I ate what I wanted, not what I always had to.
I got myself a picnic hamper and went to the kitchen to find some cream puffs I'd made, filled them with cream and strawberries and a savory filling, then rosé wine, ice cold, crystal glasses, a couple in case they broke. The saltines and the fillings in the little boxes were cream cheese-based fillings with fresh onion, shredded meat, and sour cream. Mini sandwiches with just beef, buttered and with a decent amount of Cream Cheese. And a roll cake. Strawberry cream, of course.
The basket was packed, and the boys were with us. Perfect. It was time to go to the beach, watch the sunset, and treat ourselves. See if those dildos would come in handy. I'd got them from the supernatural sex shop, so there was plenty of size and thickness; I'd see if these would be a salvation for lonely nights and days when the restless winds took Damon again. It was nice to let Mimosa run around and fool around as long as she could again.
I went to change into my leopard print bikini and wrap dress. I was a bit slim at only 41-42 kilos, but I'd been leaner; I just watched my ribs show pretty damn clearly again. Maybe not so perfect.
I grabbed my basket and headed down the beach as I released Mimosa. She plunged into the water again and again.
Mimosa was in great shape, and I loved stroking her thick fur. It was a little thinner in the summer but always thickened quite a bit in the winter. I thought I could get a trimmer and shave Mimosa's coat short for the summer, and then I remembered that I had my teeth if I needed to, but of course, I would ask Mimosa's opinion first.
I didn't want to traumatize my wolf if she didn't want to get rid of her fur, but she ran up to me with her tongue hanging out and said, " Mimi, can you get my fur off, even if it makes me completely hairless."
I said, " Fine, let me taste your blood. "
I bit Mimosa's ear, thought for a moment, and then sank my teeth into her neck as she stood up against me. I felt her fur start to drip, and she plunged into the water, leaving a slab of fur behind her, and then ran off hairless.
Her tricolor could be seen in her skin, and I could see her muscles moving under her skin as she was enjoying herself even more now. She rolled onto the sand to rub herself and then plunged into the water. She was enjoying herself, at least.
I kept going. Then I found a suitable rock. There was no sand; the sun had been warm all day so that it would dry out quickly. I kept my cold products cold and didn't lift them onto the rock but found a cool cavity suitable for a basket.
The wind blew the Mimosa's fur in the other direction so I could swim very well here. I took off my rose-patterned dress and went for a swim. I quickly waded into the water. The water was just right. I had put my hair in a bun so I wouldn't mind if I wet it, but then I decided to open my bun, wet my whole head, and swim in different styles I could think of. I enjoyed swimming and floating in the water.
After my time in the water, curiosity got the better of me, and when I came out of the water, Mimosa ran towards me and jumped into my mind; she wanted to experience this too—it was time to do some product testing then.
I went to the beach, to my rock, and decided to try Bruce Willis first—big, dark, strong engine. The packaging promised a die-hard orgasm; it had knuckles, and they would move a little—time to try.
I got into a good position and took off the bottom of the bikini. Oh, this was quite big. I spread my legs properly, lifted my hips as I pushed it in, and put it on. I started panting pretty quickly as I pushed it back and forth. It didn't even need much, as those moving knuckles worked wonders. And, oh yes, this works. It didn't feel nearly as foreign in my pussy as I had initially assumed it would. I arched my back when I came so hard a couple of times and then swam again.
The water felt very funny on my pussy, which was highly aroused and sensitive. I treated myself in the water with my fingers once. I was very ready, very wet, and it's a good thing these toys are so damn good. Mimosa jumped back onto the beach for fun, as it was time to eat. Mimosa caught crabs and small fish on the beach. I don't know what she ate from the beach, but she ate.
Then I came out and got some food. I ate a few sandwiches and enjoyed the food without being hungry. It was just a fact of my life that I no longer could feel hungry. I had reserved Coca-Cola cans, so I took one of those. Wine time would be a little later.
Then another swim. This was so really lovely. My pussy willingness hadn't slackened at all, and I felt how incredibly wet I was. What I didn't take into account was the fact that Damon had opened our bonds considerably, so my pleasure in its many forms came through pretty damn clearly.
When I came out of the water, Mimosa jumped back in again, eager to try it out. Next up was Arnold, black. This was a huge, promised Terminator orgasm. I had no doubts, and I knew Bruce had already filled me up, and this was even more massive, so it was better to spread my legs already. My pussy was getting even wetter. I was eager to experience the Terminator orgasm. Whatever that is.
I got into position and spread my legs, and this one filled me up. I was already panting so damn hard when I got it inside me. Then, when I pressed the button, the pleasure began. Now, I was screaming out loud before I came. This was a damn good thing. I'd use this one. I had three orgasms. I was lying on a rock, and I couldn't move, and my arousal was really intense.
But I got my bikini bottoms back on, and then I went swimming again. My pussy was tingling, and I felt like I was coming quickly. I floated in the water, letting the waves wash over me as there was a slight breeze; my Mimosa was running on the beach happily, rolling in the sand and enjoying herself. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed it. Suddenly, the pleasure was interrupted by a sort of crackling sound.
I opened my eyes and stood up from my floating position; I saw Damon standing on the rock, crushing my dildos. He killed my friend. Then I realized our bond was open as I felt his warm love in my mind, but he destroyed all four of them. Just mercilessly. Then he swept the plastic rubbish into a rock somewhere and stayed sitting on the rock, looking at me questioningly.
But since I was a little bitch, I didn't play nice. I went floating. I spread my legs and let my fingers go to my clit, now sending my pleasure directly to Damon. He was looking at me now quite firmly, dominantly, saying softly in my head.
"Fine, or the little bitch is doing something very forbidden.."
Damon stood up and came to the beach. He stripped naked and waded into the water. I let my fingers move faster and felt an orgasm approaching. It was no wonder I had got myself into such a frenzy.
He walked over to me, and just as I was so close to coming, he took a firm hold of my wrist, lifted me off the float, captured me in his arms, and kissed me fiercely. He ripped off my bikini and lifted me into his arms, and thrust his huge glans right between my sensitized pussy lips.
I threw my head back in sheer pleasure as he pulled me down. He was inside me, up to his hilt. I was really wet, and I had kept those dildos big, but somehow I couldn't remember. Or maybe he had enlarged his cock to a considerable size. I was utterly full; he stretched me so that I burned, and he started fucking me hard in the water.
All I could do was hold on to him and almost moan with pleasure as I was helpless in the face of his power. He was the one in control and in command. I was the one who accepted and submitted. He knew how aroused and sensitive I was because it didn't take me many minutes when I first came hard and slammed my teeth into Damon's shoulder, marking him.
Damon fucked through yet another of my orgasms before I felt a hot flood of love ambrosia inside me. We were in the water in each other's arms until the hot flood inside me stopped. Mimosa jumped into my mind as we came out of the water. I was impaled, my legs wrapped around Damon as he walked out of the water.
Damon didn't move from inside me but walked to the rock, where he laid me on my back and continued his hard fucking.
Somewhere in between, I noticed that Adam had joined in, and we ate and drank. Adam went on his back on the rock, and Damon guided me back to the front on top of Adam. Adam pushed his cock straight up my ass all the way to the bottom at once. Damon came on top of me and pushed into my cunt. I was full of two again simultaneously, and these were brutal, intense, and relentless.
We fucked on the beach for days. I got many double treatments and private treatments from both of them. Then Adam left for the house, and Damon took me into the water and scrubbed long and hard, rinsing off all the Adam's fillings he could get. He gave me some kind of dentifrice that made my uterus contract, and everything came out.
It hurt, but when he was in the mood, I didn't argue. Somehow, even though it was disturbing at times, it was also really wonderful that he wanted me here all to himself so he couldn't stand the influence of other men on me. Only when I was clean, empty, and scrubbed, only then did he continue to fuck me, filling me up again and again.
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