Damon and Mariella went to Mimi's mind; it was a different story. Soon, Mimosa joined in and released a couple of hundred minimimos to explore. Damon and Mariella set off to follow the minimimos and Mariella's energy. It was no more just white place. Those seven years had done their damage.
Damon touched the blackened and scarred walls and hoped that love and time would help them. Some scars were deeper than others, and Damon knew it was all about the feelings, about him. But he had learned to go forward and help, not to stay put, whine, and complain when it wouldn't help anyone.
Mimi's walls were not as white and pristine as they had once been, but dark grey, black, full of scars like some giant animal had slashed the walls but those were emotions, terrible experiences, shit that happened that seven years.
They found the door. Damon put his hand against it and drew power from Mimi with their symbol. He had to really pull power in order to get that door open. The door opened, and Damon sighed. This was not an easy obstacle to overcome, and Damon opened the door properly so that a pack of Minimimos was already charging in. It took a lot out of him, even when he drew from Mimi.
The room was quite dark, and Damon put energy into lighting it up. There was an oppressive atmosphere of palpable anxiety and despair. Damon absorbed the emotions into himself. He would amplify their power through his telepathy and then give the rest to Mariella to turn into white power.
She had converted all the shit she'd gotten from Mimi earlier in those seven years, and she was ready to take on more of it. Mariella started destroying everything she saw, absorbed what she needed, and persevered. These horrors were quite nasty, but both of them could convert all of this shit into pure power.
This was the demon's doing, and the whole fucking chamber should be emptied and cleansed. Soon, the other salvatores and the quads joined in, and the chamber emptied. Everyone had to work quite hard, and it was more than obvious that this had been quite a freaking powerful demon.
The whole hard cleaning and emptying operation went on for a week, and they had to eat and drink, take a few quick ones, and then resume again. But the chamber of horrors and the creepy atmosphere were now gone, and Mimi would wake up in between. But Damon wanted to have the wedding pretty soon.
A long heat period follows the wedding night and the honeymoon, and then a long breeding period. Oh, that would be perfect. It would be so perfect to have litters as a married couple, as an alpha pair, and Damon was going to be there for Mimi too.
Now the entire pack was putting the castle in order, and the witches in the magic house had already retrieved a lot of valuables. Mimi was sleeping in one bedroom, and Damon had only dressed her in his used shirt. She had been sedated heavily, as it had required using much power, and Damon had ensured that Mimi would be painless and not try to prevent them. He liked to see Mimi dressed in his tee shirt, just like old times. It would be important for Mimi to learn who she belonged to again.
The wedding would be next, and then reproduction. They'd cleansed Mimi's alpha power once when she'd been semi-conscious, and it had been pretty damn hard when that power was so messy after all these years. It had been only the first cleanse, and it had not gotten nearly all the gunk out of that power, but it had been a start.
But Damon had already planned to clean it often until it was completely pure and then try to keep it that way to keep it pure. Now, the life of the pack would begin, and oh, the wedding would be great, and the wedding night would be even better. Once the power is pure, it would be cleansed regularly in order to keep it pristine. And that would not be the negotiation point.
Damon made Mariella stay with the others and slowly organized the wedding. He had to do it as always. He knew he wanted, and he made it so. Mimi had bought a beautiful castle in Monaco, and the wedding would be held there. The magic house knew Mimi hadn't lived there much. So it would be just right. According to the magic house that had been very expensive to buy, and it was fully opulent and there was quite a lot for Damon to do, in order to get it just right.
I woke up out of bed and found I was wearing a Damon tee shirt, used. I remembered something, alpha power cleaning, that had hurt like hell. I had a distant memory of screaming until someone had put my voice box down. I was tired, but kind of stiff, so I needed a good stretch.
I stretched sweetly and paid no attention to my surroundings. I had just a tee shirt on me and I really stretched.
"Baby, I could wait until the wedding night, but if you keep it up..." Damon said dryly from the doorway.
I pulled the sheet over me and stood up in a more sitting position. I was blushing for some reason.
Damon carried a large tray of food to the table next to me and said, " Now, my Little One, it's feeding time. You're still pretty damn skinny even though you were feeding and everything. I owe you everything again. But start eating and show me you still remember how to eat. If you don't, I'll guide you and show you how. As always, student."
Damon's voice had a blade in it, and he waited. He waited for me to fight back, to disobey, to make him teach. I wasn't in the mood yet, at least not one bit. Not for a while. He had changed so much. One thing that threw me off the rail was his way of using nicknames for me too, and that was so new. I had no idea how to respond to those nicknames. Did he expect me to have some for him or not?
Let's be good girls and not get any lessons. We don't need them. Then I started eating, and first, I looked through the whole plate. Then I started with the fattest meat; this individual watched and observed. He sat right next to me and touched me all the time. I needed to control myself not to shy away from his touch as he looked at me, still the blade in his gaze. There was only one order of how I was supposed to eat, and then he tasted my blood and got three more portions, so I was full, and then I could start doing something if I wanted to.
I then went to shower as Damon went to take the last tray away. I teleported to one other room. My favorite bedroom. First, I booked myself some clothes and a bathrobe. I had a huge thick my favorite robe reserved. I had used it before. It was black, and it had a golden dragon in front and back, too. It had been pretty expensive, but not me. It was De La Renta and Ruby had designed this for me only, so this was a unique piece. It was so perfect, oversized, of course. Then I thought I'd get another new shower of soap and my favorite shampoo for myself. My scent was now old rose and lilacs, and I had my wonderful soft sponge or washing flower I had used too. This was actually my favorite bathroom where I had teleported.
My hair was still blonde with wide curls. I hadn't decided if I liked this color; I took off my clothes to go to the shower and thought happily about how I would enjoy the shower. I had here showerhead that changed colors depending on the heat of the water. I thought I could go with bright green hair for a change.
Damon took the dishes away and said to Mariela, " Darling, what do you want me to do with the little bitch now? You have now heard her thoughts as I put them in for you, too. It's good to see the lady's mind."
Mariella turned around and let the bun dough sit for a moment. She had heard quite a lot, and the lepard had just given her a few juicy bits more.
She wrapped herself around Damon and said, " Make the little bitch fertile so that after the honeymoon, reproduction is guaranteed. Oh, that would be juicy. I know it's not that easy when she's no longer your biological half, but that's where we're headed. But the lady needs work. Get Mimi, shower, and be sure to mark. It's the same with the pheromone; it has a good scent, so the Cornick won't get a chance. Since Mimi is not yet married to anybody, she may as well let Charles mark it, too. Remember, you are an alpha male, pack leader, and miss must be taken many times today. By force. Secretly, unexpectedly, so she finds out who she belongs to and who you are. Lepard sent me this little info: she is thinking of turning her hair bright green. She has De La Renta's unique robe, done by Ruby of course, oversized, her favorite, and she has some new shower gels. She is still not used to being touched. Be just careful so you don't push her too far, so she tries to unload. It is not yet time for that."
Damon grunted and pressed Mariella against the wall, fucking her hard and rough for 10 minutes. He heard Mimi's thoughts as she was about to take a shower. He knew the little bitch needed some hard, hot dick in her tiny, unused cunt. until she would learn again where that was supposed to be used.
Mariella gasped and said, "Get it. Give Mimi that ride and a good one. You have there almost uncorked cunt for so long. Stretch her wide."
Damon smiled cruelly and left.
I happily took off my clothes and went into the shower room. This was my best bathroom almost and a good shower was a luxury that I wanted. I turned the water on just right, cool, and wet my hair. Suddenly, a hard, solid, passionate man's body was behind me, and Damon took my hands and pulled them behind my back. He was so damn close to a man as it could be. He had acted fast. I had not expected this at all.
He held my wrists with one hand effortlessly and said, " Little bitch, oh, I'm going to show you and show you good."
He was naked and put the water on hotter, pressed me against the wall, spread my legs, and penetrated me right into my cunt. I was fully helpless. The hard cock was relentless as it pierced my cunt, and the walls of my pussy burned and tightened as I tried to adjust myself around the cruel dick. Damon grunted dangerously and started fucking me hard and violently. I was really flattened against the wall, being fucked, hard, mercilessly, hot and passionate.
He wrapped one hand around my throat, demanding I breathe, and choked hard. And I wasn't allowed to come until he permitted me. He controlled me with his sex chakra, so when my climax hit me, I exploded as completely as if it wasn't possible, and he flooded into me simultaneously with his hard, hot jets; one after the other. He filled me up really well, even though I had eaten just an enormous meal. He completely dominated me by biting with all his might right into my pheromone gland, and I felt him working again to break down my protection from it.
He was so much stronger after pulling the power from me I could feel my shields weakening under his relentless grip. He really used his alpha power here, and I just did not have time to strengthen my shields, but if he was not getting through, maybe I have a chance to do something.
He said velvety softly in my mind, " You can be sure, Mimi, that when this day is over, there will be the smell of passionfruit, which is fantastic, and you won't be able to get it out. I will get through your shields, and fast. "
I didn't doubt it for a second. He fucked me across the body and into a pile, but my hair was red, long and curly. He sucked my breasts and bit substances into them. They felt sensitive, and I could feel the milk production already starting. Then we got out of the shower. I had been washed with some gentleman's shower soap, and he chose a completely different outfit for me. He put my robe on him, took it to himself, gave me a pink one, and watched me get dressed.
I was as full of bite and possession marks as I had ever been. And this was very serious now. He had owned me. After I got dressed, he disappeared but said as he left, " Now baby, now you can do something."
I then went outside to sit and enjoy. I had been filled with food and by his bump, too. There was a lovely sunken outside swing, and I enjoyed going and sitting on it. My pussy was still sore; I wasn't quite used to going that fast, but once the novelty wore off, once the wedding was over, I thought it would even out. And maybe then something like a normal life in the pack could begin.
I sat in the swing and watched Charles doing something in the yard, looking at my flower beds and just admiring the sight of him without his shirt on, and so was Adam. I had here a few dozen gardening-able fleas to put up those flowerbeds. Of course, Colin had approved all the plans. It would be wonderful to sit here at night when honeysuckle starts to scent and there are a lot of moths and night butterflies flying and bats, too. I had not gotten so many peaceful nights, but that was one of my plans.
I thought I'd go inside to find something to drink, and as I headed for the kitchen, some force slammed me against the wall; his hands took me, prisoner, again, and an incredibly thick and hard cock that certainly didn't expect me to adjust at all penetrated my still very sore pussy.
The creature in my cunt took me violently, fiercely, passionately, and brutally. I got a good stranglehold. I couldn't come, and yes, it filled me up and good.
This went on for a week. I mean, I was taken almost every three hours. My pussy was slowly getting used to it, but the brutality and ferocity of it didn't go away. None of the four dared to approach me. I smelled of passionfruit, sex. Damon. He got through my shield and took over my pheromone glands and for good, too. I could feel my glands evolving those of an alpha female with a mate. I had seen those myself, and as I looked in the mirror, it was quite clear that I had the alpha male. A mate.
Every night, he'd take me to bed, wrap himself around me, and put me to sleep. In the morning, though, I always woke up pretty damn drugged up, the bathroom door locked. But it must have helped me to sleep for a long time, to be safe. I fell asleep in Damon's arms in almost minutes. I was listening to his heartbeat, smelling his passion fruit. There was no other choice than to go sleep with him. No more awake the entire night, but he made me sleep every night at eight to ten hours and it did quite a change in me. I had to say.
Soon, we'd have a wedding in my Monaco castle, and I got quite harsh feedback if I made the mistake of thinking something was mine. I was back in custody, and all my possessions, including all my safe houses, were now known, and Damon discovered what pleasant houses they were. It would always fit the entire pack, but it wasn't so oversized that you'd get lost in it. They had talked a lot with Magnum and Colin when they had studied all of my possessions. Of course, Magnum had no choice when Salvatore seduced him, too. He was a goner. He too got to experience what Damon Salvatore was as the lover. It seemed that nothing was too much that came to his seductions when he wanted something to be done.
I gained weight as I was stuffed all the time and full; plus, we had mealtimes, and my stomach fullness was watched pretty damn closely. This was very strict, and the further the week went on, the more careful I had to be about how I behaved, because it was so obvious that he was getting ready for the wedding. My life was about to become a little more interesting again. It was time to get ready for another wedding again.