Bab 258: 18. Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.
As the cold winter sun shone through the curtains, forcing me to open my eyes, I found myself realizing many things. It brought a smile to my face. I had been sedated with Damon's substance, injected from his fangs, which gave me a velvety sensation in my veins and earned it the name "velveted."
I had been carefully covered with a sheet. Oh my, the room smelled like a scene from a provocative movie. I looked up at the ceiling, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror and seeing my joyous expression. As I've mentioned before, I am a passionate woman who occasionally craves intense sex with a vigorous man.
I stretched my body under the sheets and reached over to the nightstand, searching for my phone. Instead, my hand stumbled upon a note. It was written in Damon's ornate handwriting, emphasizing just how happy he was.
The note read, "Oh my darling baby, goddamn it, the 12 days of Christmas were incredible. Now, let's do something festive together. If you dare to trap me in another unsanctified room, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to control myself. Take a shower, although I doubt you'll be able to wash away all traces of our escapades. There are clothes reserved for you. Head to the kitchen, have breakfast, and let's indulge in some Christmas activities. This experience has been wonderful, and I hope we can do it again soon. Who knows, maybe it won't end after just 12 days next time. Love, Damon."
His note brought a smile to my face. It was hard to believe that a vampire who had lived for millennia could express himself in such a way, but he had certainly grown. I spent some time stretching in bed before lazily making my way to the shower. Unbeknownst to me, while I was showering, Wulfe and Magnum entered the room, their acute sense of smell detecting the lingering scent of our 12-day adventure.
Wulfe had a smirk on his face, and Magnum found it amusing too. They could hear Mimi in the shower, and both of them were planning to escort this sex beast into the kitchen for a meal. However, they hadn't considered that their pheromones were also open, just like Mimi's.
Wulfe turned to Magnum and asked, "What do you think? If it's not Christmas, how long do you think those two have been at it? Poor room..."
He had a smile on his face.
Magnum rubbed his jaw and replied, "Well, considering their past, they could have been at it for a few months. So I would say at least 8-12 weeks. And yes, this room has seen and been used in a way that only a few rooms have."
Wulfe chuckled and asked, "Do you think even the magic house's housekeepers will be able to clean this room and notice what happened here?"
Magnum shook his head and looked at the stains on the windows, the mirror on the ceiling, and the stains on the high cabinets.
As his eyes wandered near the ceiling, he pointed out some stains there and said, "How in the hell did they manage to do it over that narrow cabinet? It's quite a feat." Magnum walked by the cabinet, shook it, and added, "Look how unstable it is. It's a wonder it hasn't toppled over."
Wulfe's smile grew wider. Oh, this room was truly inspiring.
After stepping out of the shower, I overheard the two of them discussing our recent spree of sanctification. It seemed like I needed to teach them how to properly sanctify a room, especially since we had the heat coming up. Perhaps we could use some rooms in the house; I knew there was a nice big house on my island.
I had my bathrobe on and my hair was wrapped in a towel. I hadn't completely gotten rid of our musk, but at least there were now hints of flowers and berries as well.
I turned to Magnum and Wulfe, saying, "I should teach you two how to sanctify a room. And yes, the cabinet is a little shaky, but Damon is an energy creature, so he kind of binds it in place, allowing us to sanctify it too. Doggy style and traditional positions worked well, too. Being inventive is important when it comes to sanctification."
Wulfe smiled and replied, "You're absolutely right. But now, my unicorn, how about you get dressed while I do your hair, and Magnum freshens up this room?"
I smiled and said to Magnum, "What's the matter? Is this a little too much for you?"
Magnum took a few steps closer and said, "No, it's just a bit overwhelming. Too much information and I can't stop to come up with positions that I would like to test. So if you don't want to spend the next 12 days with us in here, maybe we should freshen up this room a bit."
His eyes blazed with lust as he smelled my neck. Oh, my pheromones.
Fine, I agreed, stepping back a bit. "Fine. You freshen up the room, I'll dress myself in the bathroom, and then Wulfe can do my hair. So no temptation."
I grabbed some clothes, chuckling to myself as I saw that they were decent granny panties and pretty covering clothes. I walked back to the bathroom, took off my bathrobe, dried myself as best as I could, and put on my clothes.
Well, let's just say that this Christmas would be very interesting. Maybe making those flower arrangements wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
As I finally emerged from the bathroom, I saw that the bed was stripped; the rugs were taken away, and the window was open. Wulfe had performed a few spells, and I could feel his magic tingling on my skin. He stood there, waiting for me to sit so he could do my hair. He started brushing and styling, drying my hair while looking at me.
Then he asked, "Are you going to be jealous when you see Damon with Mariella? Seeing him all over her?"
I said, "I am not Mariella, and I don't get jealous. Besides, we only had 12 days of passionate time together, so I'm fine. I was thinking of making flower arrangements. You see, Salvatores have always been attracted to my pheromones, so if I excuse myself to do that, I might actually get something done. Otherwise, dodging one Salvatore is completely different from dodging nine others who might see their chance. And once we start, we don't easily stop."
I noticed Wulfe's large plume gently moving, showing his happiness in styling my hair. However, he also seemed a little excited. Magnum had left the room, and my own tail was calm, resting beside my thigh.
I asked Wulfe, "How is your tail doing?"
He smiled and replied, "It's fun, nice to wash, and not too bad. As for those Salvatores, at least three of them have accidentally wagged their tails into wounds several times. They don't even notice and end up splattering blood everywhere before it heals. I see it as wonderful exercise, not a bad thing at all."
I nodded and said, "Well, I haven't had much use for my tail lately, as you know. But let's see. It's good that you like your tail. Just remember to wash your scent gland. It might get blocked."
Wulfe frowned and asked, "Scent gland? What do you mean?"
I explained, "I'll show you later. Your tail has a scent gland where the fur is a bit greasy. You see, I am a feline judge, and sometimes owners forget to wash their tomcat's tail, making it greasy and imperfect. But since you're not neutered, it works. I can tell."
I glanced at Wulfe, feeling a bit more heated. He smiled at me, and internally, I tried to control myself.
However, a voice in my mind, my own internal voice, which was very satisfied, asked, "Why bother? Let it go and enjoy it for once."
My own thoughts tempted me to continue with my carnal desires. I hoped to be stronger, but ultimately, it would depend on what the rest of the pack was doing. If most of them were engaging in carnal activities, then maybe I would join in too.
Wulfe finally finished styling my hair and as he walked out of the room, he said, "Go have breakfast and then have fun. I need to check a few potions first. I might come visit the flower room and you can teach me something."
There was something in his voice that made me happy. His tail was held high as he spoke. I nodded and sat there for a few minutes before slipping on my fuzzy, comfortable slippers and walking to the kitchen.
There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the kitchen. The Salvatores, Elena, Katherine, Mimosa, and Shadow were all cooking or helping the Salvatores. Their tails were wagging and as I walked in, they wagged faster. My own Siamese tail was also held high, with a little kink at the end. I felt happy and relaxed as I sat down, waiting to be served.
Numbers one, two, four, nine, and ten were not present, and Mariella was missing, too. I didn't see any other men, but I could hear the TV playing somewhere. Our castle was fully decorated, giving it a festive Christmas atmosphere.
The dining table was huge, with a red tablecloth adorned with pictures of poinsettias. Christmas songs softly played in the background, and I could hear "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing." It made me want to hum along.
I had my food placed in front of me by several Salvatores, each one bringing something as they remembered or had time. I ate it all up and felt quite energetic. Yes, some flower work would be good for me. As number three brought my plate, I caught a whiff of his pheromones.
Oh my, my instincts were tempting me to take him to the next room, but I bit my lip and stayed focused. I wanted to focus on Christmas activities. I could control myself, but it wasn't easy. As my pheromones wafted around me like a seductive cloud, I noticed number six's nostrils flicker as he came to replenish my coffee. These would be an interesting test of self-restraint. Could I resist, or would the Salvatores be able to control themselves until I finished eating and left?
I finally finished eating my food and quickly left. It was a close call, as I resisted the temptation to indulge in the company of those attractive men. I hurriedly made my way to the flower room, which had been expanded.
Now, there was a wide selection of potted plants and shelves filled with decorative pots and baskets from my storage. This meant I could create larger arrangements with the potted plants. The wonderful scent of hyacinths filled the air, reminding me of Christmas.
As I walked around the room, I had so many ideas, but wasn't sure where to start. Well, I could begin by arranging a few vases. The castle was spacious, after all. I went to my shelves and selected eight crystal or glass vases, then brought them to the table.
I filled them with water and added some nutrition for the flowers from a large canister. Although the flowers were already magical, the nutrition would help them last longer. We had various types of feeding liquids, and this was the one I chose. I placed a sponge in four of the vases, while the remaining four didn't need one.
Next, I needed to prepare the flowers. I went to the flower cabinet and started gathering a large variety of flowers. I didn't have a specific plan in mind; I preferred to improvise and create something unique with what I had.
Time passed as I prepared the flowers and placed a few stems in the vases with sponges. Just as I had another bunch of flowers in my hand, the door opened and Wulfe walked in. He walked around the room and then came to stand next to me.
In a deep, dark voice, he said, "Mimi, I have come to be your student. This time, you get to be the teacher. So teach me."
I replied, "Well, I am in the middle of making a bouquet here. You see, you start by placing your initial stems like this, using your hand as a makeshift vase as you add more elements."
Suddenly, Wulfe was behind me. He reached over and put his hands on top of mine, trying to feel what I was doing. His hot breath gently brushed against my cheek, and his pheromones had quite an impact.
I picked up a red rose, noting its modest size, and remarked, "You see, I am placing this rose here so that they are evenly dispersed..."
Wulfe's hmm in my ear caused my voice to thicken. He took a rose, using his magic to transform it into a striking black and red flower with golden strands.
Feeling a bit nervous, I said, "Well, this is quite the centerpiece, but I'm not sure where to place it in this bunch..."
Wulfe pressed himself closer to me, his arousal clear through his jeans. I could feel his cock pressing into my back, eager, hot, and hard. He placed the special rose in the middle of the bunch and guided my hand to put the bunch in the vase.
He then said, "Now, my unicorn, show me which flower is which."
I turned around and kissed him passionately, consumed by lust. He reciprocated, pressing me against the wall. His skilled fingers teased my nipples and squeezed my breasts while he nibbled, bit, and licked my neck. My panties were soaked, and I couldn't help but grind against his thigh. My hands explored his skin and muscles under his shirt, using my nails to elicit gratifying responses.
He remarked, "It seems we are about to sanctify this room..."
Just as the door opened, we were hidden in the back of the room, unable to stop. Wulfe silenced me with a kiss as Damon entered, catching us in the act.
Damon sarcastically commented, "Oh, I see you're truly insatiable, baby."
Mariella also entered and playfully exclaimed, "Wow, cool it guys! It's time to work on the flower arrangements, not sanctify this room. By the way, Damon, have you ever sanctified this room?"
Damon shook his head. Wulfe pulled away from me, and Mariella approached him, kissing him passionately and increasing his eagerness to be near her.
Damon approached me, and I remained against the wall, trying to regain control of myself.
He leaned in, trapping me with his hand on the wall, and whispered in my ear, "Just remember, baby, you belong to me. Not to Wulfe, but to me. You're my mate, my baby."
His warm breath brushed against my face, sending a shiver down my spine. His hot body pressed against me and oh yeah, he was ready as ever.
I couldn't help but yearn to kiss him, but he smirked in a dangerously enticing way and challenged me, "Come on, baby. I dare you to see how long you can hold yourself together. Now, let's start pairing up and making arrangements. I'm yours, so we'll work together."
Oh my god, he was inhaling my pheromones, succumbing to their seductive allure.
He closed his eyes halfway and murmured, "Oh, baby, this will be perfect. Come on, let's go."
He allowed me to lead the way as we walked towards the room filled with flower stations. We were joined by Mimosa, Adam, Shadow, Charles, Leopard, Demon, Elena, and Katherine. Mariella was with Wulfe, Mimosa with Adam, Charles with Shadow, and the boys with their proteges.
The bond or attraction between protector and protégé was strongest through pheromones, so this setup was quite intriguing. It seemed like the entire Christmas might be spent in bed, but when everything felt so incredibly perfect, who could complain?
I noticed that my vases were still on the table, along with the flowers I had prepared. I focused my attention and picked up a vase with a sponge. Earlier, I had spray-painted some baby's breath in vampire colors - black, gold, and red. I had arranged each bundle neatly beside me.
Mariella noticed them, but Damon just smirked and told her, "Darlin', if you want some, feel free to make your own. There's a place to spray and paint available. These ones are ours."
He chose the black baby's breath, while I took my large red roses and began creating an arrangement with black baby's breath, gold-sprayed eucalyptus, and white lilies. Damon was working on a massive red rose arrangement, adding black baby's breath, gold-sprayed eucalyptus, and white lilies.
As I carefully placed each stem, I considered the arrangement from different angles. The final result needed to be presentable from every side once placed on the table. Elena and Katherine engaged in conversation, while the boys made grunting noises.
Wulfe seemed relatively neutral with Mariella, although Charles and Adam couldn't help but tease the wolves. I took a few steps away from Damon, ensuring he wasn't too close to me. Cleverly, I incorporated some strongly scented flowers into my arrangement, masking the pheromones that were wafting all around me.
Damon glanced at my work, then stepped closer and whispered, "How about we work together on the next one, baby? Let's add some drama to your arrangement. Here, let me help."
He placed a few large black roses in the room and took away my poppies. Then, he simply sent my work to be placed on the table. The table had a circular design where you could put a vase and it would send your work to another table in the house. Charles originally designed this room for me, but now it was connected to every house, so we had it in all of our houses.
I had a huge vase in front of me, and it was quite large, so it required a big bundle of flowers to look good. I went to the flower cabinet to get more flowers, with Damon following closely behind.
He pressed himself against me and asked, "Would you have done it with Wulfe if we hadn't walked in?"
I nodded. No need to lie.
I replied, "You know me, it's hard to resist. Besides, Wulfe hasn't washed the scent gland on his tail, so he smells delicious and he's more than eager. My pheromones are fully active, and he can smell my reaction, which only makes him more eager, and that affects me, too. You understand the power of pheromones. Besides, he's been hinting at it for a long time, so it will happen at some point."
Damon said to me, "Heat is coming, baby, but first, we have a wedding. You need to remember how to behave then."
There was a dangerous glint in his voice, but in that moment, it was like an aphrodisiac for me. I took deep breaths, trying to control myself and focus on the flowers, rather than turning around and kissing him.
"Telepathy, baby, telepathy," his voice whispered in my ear.
My heart raced, and I could feel the heat spreading from my neck, and chest, to my face. My nipples were straining against my shirt, and my body longed to be touched. I was not in the best mood to do this kind of work.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could restrain myself. It wasn't just lust; it was our connection, our magnetic attraction to each other, the bond that was so difficult to break. I wasn't so sure if I could resist attacking him, claiming him, and making this flower room our sanctuary. Only time will tell.
Status Power Mingguan
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