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Bab 538: 17.November Rain.

My life was a mess. First Damon and now Charles. Is Adam next? First, Damon is lovely and perfect, well, I forgive him when he fucks others, and then the shed sessions started just when I thought I had got rid of the drug facilities a bit.

Now that Charles stunt. Oh, how I felt like telling or getting someone to tell me so many times that I didn't have a demonic infection, but I restrained myself and focused on moving on.

I had now been away from Damon for five years or so. I hoped the reunion wouldn't immediately lead to a shed session. I was now fine when I came out of the wing to have a bite with boys or with Mirella and Mimosa. Damon was there, smelling like passionfruit, but I was like air to him. He talked to Charles and Adam. He even flirted with Mirella. Fucking Mimosa.

But he wouldn't say a word to me; just looked at me for a moment and then turned his head away. I have no idea what went on in his mind. Did he see me as anything more than the victim? Did he not trust himself around me? I would have been ready for some bedtime action with him, but no. 

If he'd got rid of me, that is. I don't know. I decided to recover and take a vacation now. I didn't concentrate on work at all. I was physically fine, but I needed to get my mind straight and be in my own peace. 

Charles and Adam went on a killing spree. Magnum took care of the fleas, and I packed my bags. Why? Because Damon was giving me a look. That usually means a shed session, so I thought I'd go elsewhere to get away from being available. He looked at me like a piece of meat and then went to talk to Bran. Not a good combo.

I bought an island off the coast of Australia where I thought I'd retire. I also wanted to get away from Bran so he wouldn't start counting the last time I had a rush. I wondered if Charles or Adam had told him about my heat, which had stopped in two weeks. It usually means that a new one could come on at any time.

The man has been addicted to the heat for a long time. Mimosa had a rush, so Bran, Samuel, and Damon would take care of it, and since the mimo was completely unattached to me, we could be just fine wherever we were. I could be on my own just fine, with no problems at all. 

I carried the bags into the car, and Damon came out.

He was leaning on the doorframe, looking at me lazily, and asked, "Where are you off to, darling?"

Oh, this guy again. He was not moving, just watching me packing my many bags in my pink Ferrari.

I said, "I bought an island. I'm going there. Taking a vacation. "

Damon looked at me for a minute and said, "Where is this island, baby? Is this new?"

I said, perfunctorily, "Australia. Yep, it is new."

I got in my car, started it up, backed out of the driveway, and started driving to the airport. Not sure about Damon's mood, so this was the best strategy to have a wonderful vacation. 

On the plane, I ordered everything. I knew the goods would come less frequently, but that didn't matter. One of my primary goals was to map the plants on the island, especially the orchids. They were my passion; I had them in my greenhouses, and they were just lovely, anyway.

I had bought a couple of new SLR cameras and all the equipment, and they were actually already with me. Now I would take a holiday from everything. Some time to myself. Exploring Orchids and getting my head back together a bit more. All by myself.

I had bought big files where I would print the picture of that orchid and try to name it, find if it is some already known species, and if not, I would just name it to myself, not giving it to any official name or announcing it anywhere.

The flight was long, but that didn't matter. I ate and slept, put the cameras together, and planned everything. I would have many folders for other species of plants too. I finally landed on the mainland and took my motorboat to drive to the island. I got there, and it was paradise. I had to learn how to drive a motorboat too. Few missions required me to learn that skill too, so it was all good for me.

The days just flew by. I woke up whenever and wherever I had decided to sleep. There were no snakes or any invasive animals—Constantine's little clean-up time had seen to that. I photographed orchids and other plants, ate, and lounged. There was an array of unknown species of orchids and other plants and I knew that I would have to verify them later on, but I took a lot of data from them. My plants. Just what I needed. I'd been on the island for two weeks when I heard a boat approaching, but it must have passed because the sound faded.

I was on my way to the house to get some food when Bran came out of the house.

"Hello there, little girl. The nice little island you have here. We are going to have such a good time. I will help you. You have had now very many terrible heats and yet you have not asked my help. I will help you have good heat and then you see how it is done. "

Bran started pushing his Marrok Force and making me change shape. 

Yes, even without the mimosa, I could be a wolf. Big and grey, quite plain in color, but a werewolf. I felt a cramp start in my legs and arms, and I collapsed on the beach. It was useless to fight back. I cursed to myself. I am somehow Marrok's spare, meaning that I become marrok when he can be, meaning, marrok force will work on me so damn well better than men. 

Bran walked over to me and said, " I heard about your uterine infection, and my girl, you need a rutting session, and now we're going to do it first, but as wolves. I will fill you full of heat. I will help you see that once you get fucking enough, the heat will be good. You might not be willing, so I need to keep you in line. We will be fucking all the time. I've got the restraints with me. Don't you worry about that, little girl? I'm just making sure your transition goes far enough. See, you're not gonna beat me at this. And since I put this on, it'll just take a minute."

He walked near me. His voice was explanatory, but he had no idea what he was doing, not getting on my good books with this stunt.

"That way, you'll be suitably exhausted when I get you right. So I'm going to step on you in wolf form, and I'm going to keep up the heat until the heat is unstoppable; then you'll change the form, and so will I. We'll have private heat time on the island. And what happens after that? You never know, little girl, when your body will be able to carry the pups. Never."

His voice was now dreamy, like I would be the perfect incubator for his pups.

"That's why you always have to try. I'll show you now that I can give you perfectly normal heat without any complications. Just fucking. You'll see. You'll get your cunt full of cock and your womb full of sperm, just what you need. After this, girl, you'll understand who's supposed to take care of your heat. I am sorry about your bad heat, but I show you that I know what I am doing."

Bran watched for a moment and then went to the beach. I was changing my shape. It was as damn painful as ever. 

He'd had a big boat and was hauling bags and boxes from it to the beach. He went to one spot on the beach and began to assemble some sort of frame. I couldn't watch as I tried to concentrate on changing shape and being as relaxed as possible so that this would go by as quickly as it could. Not care about the pain, or sounds coming all over my body as it rearranged itself into a wolf.

I was planning maybe run away as soon as possible but this usually took a lot out of me and now Bran restricted power flowing in me, making this very hard work for me, meaning I would not be in any shape to run right after this.

He was putting together a frame where there was obviously a spot where my head would go through, kind of like a cattle pen. He secured the frame firmly to the ground and tested it again carefully. I was almost done and lay on the ground, powerless, as the last muscle twitches went through my body. My muscles were trembling from exhaustion.

Bran came and grabbed me by the neck and tail, lifted me into the air, and carried me to the frame. I was quickly tied to the frame so that I couldn't pull my head free, and it also held me by the front of my chest. Bran went and tied my tail to the side and stuck three fingers into my cunt. It hurt. I yelped out loud. A wolf's pussy isn't that terribly big if you're not in heat.

Then Bran opened a box and took something out of it.

He came in front of me to show me, "Look at this little girl; this here on the head is a hormone implant that will soften and open your uterus completely. It will also make you wetter, but it may take some time. See this string." He showed me some sort of weird small tampon. End of it was pointed, like a pencil tip.

" I shoot this implant into your cervix, where it first gets stuck. When it starts to work, your cervix opens and softens, and the implant drops into your uterus, which causes this thread to slip inside you. I can see directly when your uterus starts to open." 

He showed the implant in full; it was quite thick in the middle part of it.

" As you can see, this is quite a big one, so just think how open a womb I'll have then. When the wire goes inside you, I'll just fish it out because the implant will melt in your uterus. And then I'll change the shape. You're in that frame. This is called the stepping frame, and I'm going to be fucking you. And maybe, I'm not sure yet, if we can get a special guest in your heat."

Bran went to my rear, and I felt him push the implant fitter deeply inside me. I howled as he shot the implant into my cervix. It hurt. Then Bran just finished undressing and went to sit on the beach and watched for the string to drop inside me.

He had gotten my folders and looked them through. He said to me, "Little girl, so If I read these right, there are many unknown species on this island. I guess you weren't gonna share this with the pack. I wonder how much reputation would grow if Marrok had an island of unknown species in his pack. "

I did not reply to him anything. I felt the pressure on my cervix ease, how it began to open, and finally, the sensation disappeared completely.

Bran stood up and said, "Showtime, little girl. First, I'm going to moisten you a little more. You'll get wet naturally. You are always so damn dry."

Bran took a tube of something and pushed it to the bottom. I felt some of the stuff go into my womb. It was some kind of gel, and he was still rubbing it on the outside of my cunt.

Then he went to change the shape. In 10 minutes, he was done. I felt him jump on my back and push into me. Fucking me with passion. Then he finally penetrated as deep as he got and started to swell, at the same time starting to flood my womb.

Bran's knotting almost always hurt. He was not as big as Damon or Charles. And I couldn't understand why Damon's or even Charles's didn't hurt. He was fucking me while he was in the knotted. Every time he subsided a little, he would start jerking frantically to get himself back in the knotted position. I was full.

It was painful the whole damn time, at least for me. And I could feel the effects of the heat. Every once in a while, Bran would break away and go for a drink or even a swim, but the more he got the stimulants in me, the less he went anywhere.

Now, I wasn't particularly wet at first, but after 12 days, the heat was almost on, and I could feel it. Bran fucked on the heat in wolf form and then broke away. He changed shape and fucked me in human form. Then he unhooked me and made me change form. It was very painful for me. To change my shape and he again made it hard by restricting the power flow to me.

Finally, I lay on the ground on my stomach, and Bran came and lifted my butt in the air and pushed right inside me, he was huge, or I was so swollen. He fucked hard and passionately, and I was still so exhausted I couldn't come. Finally, he teased my clit enough, so I came and felt the flood inside me again. He was very irritated as I was not in heat as I should have been and came easily, but my heat being what they were, this was no exception.

Bran fucked me for probably another two hours, during which I didn't come at all, but he came a lot. My heat was progressing, though, although now I was mostly Bran's own personal sex toy. He dragged me inside, into one of the bedrooms and he had a tranq gun with him if I did not cooperate.

He kept the pack ties tightly controlled so I couldn't contact anyone. Likewise, my phone was hidden, and I had already had 12 tranquilizer darts for not giving right away. He then fucked me while I was half-conscious. My heat was barely progressing. My heat was not as good as he thought and he was not in the mood all the time as he smelled my heat as a foul smell. He blamed me. 

After 5 weeks of being in heat, Bran was not happy with my attitude at all. He went out to call a special guest. Or guests, that threat came more than once, that there were always fuck-hungry alphas waiting. He had gotten me fucked as much as my heat was barely progressing. He complained about my smell all the time and could not understand why it happened. Two days later, I heard a boat approaching the shore.


Bab 539: 18. In The Shadows.

Bran had once again sedated me after I had tried to manage my heat. I was supposedly robbing him. Bran had once again filled me up and told me two weeks ago that I was pregnant. My heat just wasn't getting enough from his sperm. Then Bran told me that I also had a fertile human womb and I ovulated just in time for our guest. He told me that his guest would get bottom if my smell too and my attitude as well. 

Damon walked in. Oh fuck, I thought. That piece of meat look he'd been giving me before he left, and now this. Me so ready to breed when I was tied up and drugged to the bed. Just waiting for him to come and make me pregnant.

Bran said I was already pregnant with his cubs and Damon would get me pregnant in my human womb. I'd make offspring for them both. Bran had made my breasts produce milk, which he drank eagerly. My milk was tasty. My milk production, he said, would increase fertility and now Damon would have what I couldn't give him, a child. If only this would fix everything between us.

Damon came up to me and touched my cheek. "Hello, darling. I heard you were having a little attitude problem here. To me, you smell quite pleasant, actually. Don't worry darling, I'm here to train and guide you again. "

Then he gave me a flank, my head immediately fogged up, and he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Baby, don't worry, I'll save you, just try to be a good girl. "

He stood up and looked at me like a piece of meat. Oh darling attitude, it was a bluff. Fine. Let's see where this ends up, me being in the shed or what. Damon quickly undressed, got on the bed, and pushed into my cunt to the bottom. He started fucking hard while draining my breasts of milk, and soon I felt him shoot his hot load right into my human womb. Oh, how I loved double miscarriages. They took turns fucking me.

Each one filled me with their stuff repeatedly. My lust was over in a week. I was so damn efficiently impregnated. I was still chained to the bed, with Damon now taking care of me, which meant good barbed restraints, a decent strong sedative drip, and I would viscera puree directly into my stomach now and then. I was most of the time almost out cold; he did not jelly me up this time. 

Bran got a call a week later and had to leave. I was pretty sure I was going into a shed session, and fast. Bran had a big crisis, and he had to leave. Damon had been impatient, keeping me medicated and not tolerating any protests. It was flank as soon as I tried to move or unload my drugs at all. And he kept me in shape, well, much nicer to get me than tortured into the shed.

Once the Bran ship left and was a good distance away, Damon disappeared from the room for a couple of hours. I was so messed up on meds and I knew it was about to start. I could already feel the fever rising and nausea starting to creep up on me. I knew it was going to be a nasty infection. I just knew it from somewhere. Cramps were starting to come just now, but I had felt ill already, knowing that this infection wouldn't be easy.

Damon came back and untied me from the IV, and lifted me into his arms. He carried me to the medbay, which he had set up. He laid me down on the bed and put an IV line into my central line. He adjusted the drip rate and lifted the boards. I was now a little perplexed.

Then he looked at me and said, " Sorry, it took so long. I had to get Bran off this island somehow. Don't worry, I didn't get you pregnant, but apparently, Bran did because I think you're going to have a miscarriage, but I'm going to take you straight to the operating theatre and cut it all out. All of it. You're getting silver clips if I can put them on, but you have a nasty infection going on, so it might not be possible."

He had just his doctor's voice, one that I had not heard in ages.

"You've already got some infection going on, and it needs to be treated. Charles and Adam are keeping Bran busy. I had to keep you sedated so you wouldn't accidentally expose me because you probably would have noticed. Now, you'll be sedated, and when you wake up, we'll look at your infection. Sleepytime, baby." And then nothing.

Damon carried his unconscious wife into the operating theatre and opened her up. He quickly removed two huge horns from her womb full of pus, and they, too, were in a state of disintegration. He removed the human womb, also almost green, and carefully flushed the entire stomach, spraying a little of his blood in there, calming things down.

Damon remembered how, once upon a time, his blood had fixed everything. Now, its potency had faded thanks to the shed sessions and the rest of his brutality, but that was better than nothing. Even Adam's or Charles's blood did nothing. He tried them, too. He'd kept the collectors in his teeth throughout the surgery and when he carried Mimi to bed, well, at least he had velvet. He put the few bags that weren't velvet on the drip. Mimi's infection would have to get really bad before his teeth would do anything.

So she would need to wake up, and then this would not be easy. He had collected Mimi's files and looked at those orchids and he was amazed by them. He put those files in safekeeping and used his telepathy to remove this knowledge from Bran's brain. This was Mimi's project, nothing that Bran should know about. One day he would want to name those plants, he wanted to have life with Mimi but how?

I woke up in Medbay's bed. It was dark, so it was night. I was cold and freezing badly. I didn't have any cannula or tubing attached. I sat up and had to hold on pretty tight when I was dizzy as hell. I stood up and held onto the sides of the bed as I headed for the toilet. I finally got there and had to lean my head back when I felt so powerless.

However, I got my business done and got up. It was a long walk to the bed, and eventually, I realized I couldn't make it there. I went to the linen closet and pulled as much stuff from there onto the floor as I could before collapsing. I kept trying to pull more stuff because I was so cold. I would fall asleep now and then and wake up to someone trying to take the blankets off me. I grabbed my blankets tighter around me.

Warm and decisive hands took them off me. Passionfruit smelled in my nose, Damon.

I said, " Don't take them. It's so fucking cold, it's fine here. The toilet's nearby."

Damon sighed, dug me out, and carried me to the bed, where he put a blanket over me. It was warm. Some sort of thick downy blanket.

He sat on the side of the bed and said, "Are you a good girl and take your medicine by mouth? This will help. "

He showed me a 20 ml syringe filled with something pink. A fever remedy, I knew that. I opened my mouth and took the medicine. That it tasted bad. So damn vinegary and it had been a big dose.

Damon gave me a straw and said, "Drink this. It'll work a miracle."

I took a sip from the straw, and the bitter taste in my mouth turned sweet. I took a few more sips.

He put the mug down, covered me up better, and said, " Now let's wait for the fever medicine to work, then when I dry you off, it will be easy to drip the antibiotic because you will be weak then. "

I shivered under that thick warm blanket in my time until it gradually stopped and turned into heat. I threw that damn blanket away. It had not been longer than 20 minutes later; the floodgates opened as the fever broke and all my strength disappeared. Oh my god, it made me feel so freaking dirty.

Damon came in and deftly put a cannula in me, and something light green dripped into it. I was like a newborn kitten in his hands, not having the strength to do anything. Then he put towels on the other bed and provided dry bedding and a nightgown. He lifted me onto the other bed to lie naked on the towels, which did suck up all the sweat. He did not use any protective gear, was not afraid of my sweat or anything, 

Still, I felt dirty and powerless. He changed into my bed with clean bedclothes, wiped the mattress, and brought me new pillows. Then he came with a washcloth, a basin full of soapy warm water, and a sponge to wash me all over. He also washed my hair and dried and braided it loosely so it wouldn't weigh or tighten.

He talked to me soothingly the whole time, almost muttering to himself at times and sometimes to me. Somehow, he seemed to enjoy that he was caring for me. He helped me into my nightgown and unhooked the IV from the cannula, but left the cannula in place. He put a dressing on it so it wasn't easy to rip off.

He lifted me back into bed and put the blanket over me. He sat on my bed and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. I just realized before I fell asleep that the bag was so light green because it had a good dose of velvet in it. White velvet, not black but effective as well.

I always woke up at night or some such time when Damon wasn't around and stubbornly started to move, only to collapse in a powerless heap somewhere on the floor. The infection was really nasty, and I was a really bad patient. I managed to rip out the cannula and got that site a little infected too, so he had to find some other place to cannulate me. That was difficult as I was dehydrated, and my blood pressure was very low.

After four days, Damon had had enough, fishing me off the floor again. He carried me to the bed and sat on it, sighing. He tried to see if his secondary cannulation site had any signs of infection yet. It was in my neck vein. He stroked it with his fingers, trying to feel that was it swollen or irritated.

He said to me, "Listen, baby, did you know that your infection isn't going anywhere if you keep this racket going? I don't know why you do it, but you always do it, except ..." his fingers stopped on my neck as the idea dawned on him.

Damon smiled, so the tips of his fangs showed.

I said, "I'm probably not going anywhere. I will get better. You don't have to." I could see what he was planning. 

Damon took a breath, tasted my blood from my wrist, soon rubbing between his eyes, and said, "Yes, I do. Now you'll get good old-fashioned dental care for as long as my teeth want to give it to you. "

Damon lifted me onto my side of the bed, came up beside me, wrapped himself around me comfortably, and sank his fangs into my neck veins.

It's a strange feeling when my body properly makes sure his fangs stay attached and don't go through my veins. My veins dilated, got thicker, and grew into his teeth, making a seal so teeth can't break off easily. I felt when velvet started to flow, and the darkness took over.

I woke up in one bedroom. There was a note on the bedside table.

It said, "I had to leave, but at least baby, you're okay now, have a good time on the island, or come back to the pack. Your plants impressed me. Do what your heart desires because I did, and it felt wonderful to take care of you, even though you are the most horrible and stressful patient in the universe ever. Maybe one day we could study those plants together, too. Love, Damon."

I got up and enjoyed myself, went to shower, and ate. I noticed the fridge was stocked with food, so somewhere in between, Damon had cooked there. I had no idea how long I had been out cold. He had probably kept me anesthetized after his dental work and made some food. It was just so tasty. It was like always that Damon made food for me. There was everything so perfect in that dish. It is hard to describe. 

I never appreciated what he had done for me here, and little did I know that this had been the last time he would give me dental work in a vein for any more times like this. It would be decades and so much would have happened between us. 

I was on the island for another three months enjoying myself, exploring the orchids, until Charles put out a message that our animal park was starting to be ready and I should come and make some more decisions. I had my files so full of information and I wanted someday to bring maybe Charles here to see all of my findings but what I knew him, he would make sure that these would be made public knowledge, and oh my god when he would get naming them. Fine, let's go then. I didn't mind leaving. I'd done a lot. The thought of meeting Bran got my blood boiling in a big way.

When I got back to the herd, nothing had changed. Damon wasn't always around, and Charles and Adam took up all my time planning the park. I had not yet shown them my plant files, not yet. The time would come later on. Now I was quite excited about my animal park. So many animals and the best places for them. 


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