Bab 235: 34. Satelites.
Everything that happened made my body react very differently again. Bloodlust was now satisfied as, after six weeks, Salvatore ensured I mainly drank his blood. I could sip Adam naughtily, getting my fill properly. Still, when Salvatore made me drink several times a day and by himself a lot of blood.
Eventually, the whole blood-drinking thing almost got boring, but he was relentless. " Darling, drink, and drink well."
I was a good girl and drank. He bragged about how he had made himself my sire, how I obeyed him and did it, but I swore in my mind that I didn't all the time. Damon's blood was strong, and my vampire side was powerful after the heat was over.
He oversaw me, not letting my vampire side come out so much that I changed my appearance again, and the more he drank the blood, the deeper I felt that side of me sinking in; it was like it only came out when there was a terrible bloodlust.
Adam and Damon were furious with Bran, Samuel, and Charles, too, and neither of them had anything to do with their father when they kept the ice age to teach him the deeds and the consequences. Likewise, all the alphas and betas that were involved in the whole thing got Nick and Elias to visit them in conversation; Nick was a hybrid. He was a wolf and sort of belonged under Bran, but then again, he was an original, so he had a say.
Damon hadn't explained the whole wedding. Somehow, I knew he fucking well remembered it, and Adam was in the same boat. He knew and didn't tell. So obviously, the darling side is some part of Damon that wasn't dangerous or the way he was if he took the humanity out of himself.
I hoped the fucking flanks didn't come in everyday life then because I didn't want to spend my life drugged, now that the fucking Salvatore had no one to threaten, so I wouldn't be a good girl if he started sticking those fucking needles in my lungs.
Then my body knew I was skinny, my fitness wasn't the best, and I'd been through a very traumatic experience, a fucking wild period of heat, so not even the filling had shown up in my condition. So, my body switched gears.
Now, I used up both men. Eventually, when I had, or my body had done what it could to make sure that I fully recovered and had a decent amount of pleasure, even though I was still horny, Adam's ribs were showing, Damon had lost weight, but I was in good shape. I was the heaviest I'd almost been, and I was enjoying myself. I was very euphoric, and I was feeling full. Now everything was perfect.
The men had fed me well. One of my special things was that I had the men feeding me, so they made a feeding fluid that they gave their all to and it was such that it was completely absorbed by me.
It was always done based on what the secretion told the men. The secretion told the men what I lacked, what I needed most, and it turned the men into feeding machines for me. Their job was to get me into perfect condition, to give me everything I needed. I had never finished this, so I didn't know what my optimum condition would be when I would stop consuming men. I had done this once before. Colin had told me what the job was.
I got men into the mood by releasing a glandular cherry-flavored secretion from my palate and then kissing them. I'd done this once with Samuel, Damon, and Adam. Damon tried to remember always to empty my gland, but I didn't remind him.
It was part of the process when the gland activated, so I wanted to get the men to feed. It also affected my thoughts, taking away my self-control and self-discipline, making me surrender to the fact that I had to. It changed the anatomy of the men, making them grow a new organ.
The feeding liquid is made in its own pouch, so this stuff of mine makes a man make a pouch, which becomes a concentrated bag of food, proteins, fats, vitamins, and minerals. The man does several liters of this, and when we have sex, then the man feeds me.
He will give it from his dick directly into my uterus, and from there, it spreads into my abdominal cavity just like a bump. But how the bump has done it is based on how men sense my needs. But now, the feeding order comes directly from my glandular organ. It depresses the men's minds, and they just feed.
It's incredibly pleasurable when the feeding fluid spills inside you. It's hard work for the men, but they have to feed me. They can't help it. Unfortunately, they don't get the same pleasure out of it as I do. But my biology being what it is, I always do these tricks.
Damon and Adam had gone to eat when Samuel had come over after the rush had ended. One look told him what was going on, and he took both men to medbay, and gave them a feeding cessation drug, which Damon had actually last done with his teeth, and made the men curse.
They let Samuel operate, and then they went to eat. Mimi had been asleep, and he could now sleep up to 18 hours after the rush had ended. Adam and Damon were swearing.
Damon said, "Looks like we have to put Darling in her place again. "
Adam briefly explained to Samuel about the whole wedding. The darling side was not a bad thing at all, and when Damon showed them the flank, neither saw anything wrong with it for Mimi. It was good to keep Mimi in check sometimes, and after Adam had spent three hours telling Samuel all about what had happened. They waited for Damon to wake up after surgery.
He told Samuel what the rut had been, what condition Mimi had been in, and how it had taken two weeks for all the vervain to be out of Mimi's system. And just how awful, heartbreaking torture it had been for Mimi. So he wasn't so angry about this; he knew that he had lost weight and condition, but then again, he was ready to give them to Mimi.
Samuel said, "Mimi's body always reacts when there are these extremes, high stress, and we just have to remember that she's so bloody cunning. With this,"
Adam growled. He was tired; he was thin, and he was eating all the time, but he understood Mimi, and he wasn't mad about it. Samuel had decided that the feeding would stop now, and she would be operated on.
But Damon will have to put her under control and then bring her into the operating theatre. Samuel's team wanted a sample of Mimi's feeding fluid and also her gland for examination.
Samuel knew that Mimi's mouth would be very sore after surgery, but he was pretty sure that Damon might help with that. Then Damon woke up. He, too, was eating and drinking; they planned the surgery, and Damon made some dentures already in storage.
I lay in bed contentedly as the rush was over. The men had disappeared somewhere. It was pleasurable; I slept and mostly watched TV. I could sleep almost around the clock, have a little feeding and pleasure, and sleep again. But the men were gone somewhere when I woke up.
I stretched in bed, running my hands along my body, feeling my abdominal cavity still wonderfully full. I was still full of feeding fluid. It would act as a backup food and could stay inside me for months. I wouldn't put it all into my body right away; I'd just concentrate on it and keep it like a human, keeping fat, but this would have the vitamins in it.
We had moved to Chicago at some point; I remembered the drive as I was fucking Damon wildly while Adam drove us from Kansas to Chicago. Now I was in one of the downstairs bedrooms. It still smelled of our sex, our lust, and our feeding.
The footsteps were approaching, and I recognized them. I pulled the sheet over my naked body strategically so that it would fall again and I could get my fresh husband to snuggle into bed with me. Damon came into the room.
He said, "Darling, keep the sheet on. Let me make sure you're recovered. It was a rough time of lust, and I need to make sure you're okay. "
He sat down on the bed and started feeling me all over. Then, I kept the sheet on. I looked at Damon and felt the full glands in my palate again. Damon wasn't actually in awful shape. He had eaten and gotten himself back into shape. I wasn't quite aware of how long it had been since the rush had ended.
I said, "I got some pretty good stuff in me, so I'll be fine."
Damon just grunted. I tasted the cherry in my mouth; it was affecting my mind, and I didn't even notice it when I got the good idea that I could still take a spare ten liters in me. What I should do was just kiss Damon and release the secretion. Biology would take care of the rest. So, I tried to trap the victim, so to speak.
I floated on my back and looked at Damon. "My husband, my darling, how about you come and fulfill your marital duties with me again? I feel like I've got a case of the afterglow. Now, can we have a proper look at which one of us is on top?"
Damon smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, which had apparently seen through my little scheme. "Darling, I won't feed you anymore; you can be sure of that. Your heat stopped a week ago, so it's not a trace of heat, but there is one thing I can do..."
Damon's hand moved from my waist to my side, and then I felt the needle sink into my lungs again. Oh, fucking flank. I looked up sharply or tried to look sharp, but the drug was relentless. This was a potent medicine. Damon just looked at me as I tried to stay conscious, but I couldn't. The last thing I felt was when he lifted me into his arms.
Damon carried the anesthetized Mimi to the med bay, where a very upset Samuel was waiting.
Damon grunted. "Missy tried to get me to feed herself again."
Samuel snarled irritably. Samuel didn't like Mimi's feeding fluid because it always went to excess. Nothing in Mimi worked like the others, and that brought its own challenges in caring for her. At the moment, Mimi was at a top weight of 78 kilos, the heaviest she had been so far, and Damon had felt several liters of feeding fluid inside Mimi.
Samuel looked at the scales that had been placed on the bed and grunted quietly. Damon was in the medicine cabinet making a cocktail that would keep Mimi asleep a little longer. He had given Samuel a sample of his flanks, and he had put it away to give to his research team later.
When Samuel had operated on the men earlier, Adam's bag had contained 16 liters, Damon's 12 liters. Each liter was now stored for future crises. Now, they would burn the gland once again for good.
The bags and glands had been removed from the men, but the Mimi substance would make them grow back easily, so it was important to remove them all. Damon now wanted to recover the secretion again and study it to see if his teeth could find a better solution to it or if he would even become resistant to it.
It had been a year and more, probably several years since the last time before it came back now, and Damon suspected that Bran's trick had activated it. Damon knew that this was always to be remembered when Mimi didn't feel hungry, so her body might be malnourished, increasing the risk that she would take this ability.
He sighed as he simultaneously thought about how he could get Mimi the surgery to help her know when to eat. Hunger he could not induce, but a sensation that would wake her to eat. He cannulated her, gave her a potent cocktail, and, with his telepathy, felt her slip into a deeper sleep.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the operating theatre, where Samuel was already waiting. Once they drained the rest of the feeding fluid from inside her, perhaps remove the uterus if it was still active and burn off the glands. Mimi smelled faintly of heat still, and Damon wasn't sure if it was just because she hadn't showered or was holding some silent heat just in case.
They found 22 liters of fluid. Damon also emptied her bladder again, full of concentrated piss; he snarled as he worked; Mimi hadn't been drinking enough for this to happen, too. The feeding fluid was thicker, like a paste inside Mimi. It had condensed, so there had been even more to begin with. Damon theorized Mimi was making a reserve supply of it for a rainy day, but now was not the time. Samuel had estimated that one liter of liquid could yield up to five kilos.
And that was condensed liquid, so there would probably have been 20-30% more in reality. That's also five kilos off the donor. And all the vitamins, minerals, and other micronutrients. Damon, in particular, was not a good person to rob because he needed quite a lot of stuff for his dental work, and now Mimi had stored a lot of stuff in her blood.
The uterus was removed because it was still a wolf's uterus, and there was a danger that Mimi would keep the heat on to get the men to feed. Also, it may have been related to this vampire side, which Damon said was a wildcat in bed. Adam had described to Samuel the change in Mimi's appearance, and Damon had explained that it was now because of blood lust.
It was the vampire side, ensuring a meal. But he would have to get Mimi's vampire side completely under control. It would still have to be tamed, but first the surgery.
They burned and dug out the gland, which was very well-developed. Damon drained all the matter from the gland while Samuel carefully packed the tissue in Damon's blood so it would be preserved on the way to the research team.
They also removed another gland from under Mimi's tongue, which made a kind of soothing, relaxing, but will-draining substance. Mimi had once given it to Bran and gotten pretty bad treatment again. Not yet, thankfully, for Damon.
So he removed those glands as well and injected the tissue with his dentifrice, which would prevent them from growing. Mimi was completely asleep. Her mouth was looking very sore again, and Damon knew it would be very sore for a long time. His dentifrice, for example, prevented his blood from healing the scarring, and he could certainly give Mimi a painkiller so that this could act.
Then he carried his still-sleeping wife. This one weighed 60 kilos in bed to wait until she woke up. If Mimi's wildcat side was still on, Damon would tame it. Tired and beat Mimi good in bed. There's no denying the flank in that business. He should show who's really in charge here.
He sat next to Mimi in bed, stroking her and sighing. Their perfect paradise vacation had turned into a passionate but confusing time of lust, and he'd had to share Mimi with Adam. When would they have a good time?
Well, he would tame the wildcat, but he felt that soon, someone would ask him to do something again. He had felt Volcano stirring, too, albeit faintly. Still, his self-reproach and self-loathing seemed to give volcano power, and Damon hadn't been able to help it as he'd been angry with himself for being a coward after the wedding and hadn't contacted Mimi.
If he had just been there and helped Mimi directly with the bloodlust, then maybe they could have had a sex holiday, but Damon had sensed that the eight weeks inside the wall had stayed in Mimi's mind, and she was still hiding it from Damon so that he couldn't help anymore. Well, soon he would see what condition she would wake up in and then what would their future be, what would fate or the universe allow them?
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