章 117: 37. Rose Garden
Mariella and Damon continued to cook, the savory aroma of their culinary creations wafting through the air. They worked in sync, their focused expressions reflecting their determination to cleanse their minds. Crafting the potion and accompanying spell had taken them quite some time, and Damon couldn't help but feel a pang of envy towards Wulfe's seemingly effortless abilities. However, he recognized that this was all part of their education.
As a wizard in the Merlin class, Damon couldn't help but feel a sense of inadequacy and ignorance. He hadn't even considered the intricate constitution of the spell or the consequences of overloading it. Wulfe had mentioned something about layers, but despite Mariella's efforts to find relevant books, they had come up empty-handed. There was no quick fix for their predicament. Damon understood that this would require patience and perseverance, but he held onto the hope that their efforts would be worth it.
At the same time, Damon couldn't help but wonder about the knowledge Wulfe had imparted to Mimi over the years. Perhaps time would reveal their secrets, and they would all end up together. Damon yearned to be Mimi's protector, but no matter how hard he focused, he couldn't sense her presence. Even after drinking her blood, he still couldn't pick up any trace of her. He knew it would take time and effort to regain his role as her protector. For now, Wulfe and Magnum ensured her safety, providing her with nourishment. Damon longed to taste her again, gather information, and prepare the perfect meal for her, watching as she consumed it exactly as she should.
Two days later, Wulfe returned, wearing his usual smug smile.
"Come on, first lesson," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Let's go outside. I'll thoroughly enjoy this. You see, I was once in your shoes, learning the ropes. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. But I've done this to many students, and making them feel like idiots never gets old. And now, I get to put you through the same experience. Oh, what glorious days."
Damon grunted, feeling the weight of the challenge ahead. The cold air bit at his skin as they stepped outside into the snow-covered garden. Damon's eyes scanned the small topiaries, their shapes distorted by the falling snowflakes. Among them sat a larger-than-life cat, its stone form staring back at him.
Wulfe turned to Damon, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Turn that bush into a living cat, use your magic," he said.
Damon focused his gaze on the topiary, feeling the frosty air sting his nostrils. He made a series of arcane gestures, his breath forming wispy clouds in the cold.
Whispering a few words, Damon summoned his magic. The air crackled with energy as he strained to transform. Slowly, the bush cat began to blur and change until, before their eyes, an actual cat sat in its place. Damon's lips curved into a smile of triumph.
But Wulfe's voice cut through his satisfaction. "Well now, in Greece, someone just gained themselves a nice topiary, and there is one alleycat less. You swapped, not turned, the bush into a cat."
Damon's brows furrowed in confusion, the frustration evident on his face. He used his intuition when making spells.
Wulfe approached him, his words laced with wisdom. "Instinct and magic aren't a suitable combo. Look with your energy gaze, find the right spot to see the magic, and you'll understand it better."
Damon took a deep breath, his body tingling with anticipation.
Mariella activated her energy gaze, the world around her shifting and pulsating. Wulfe stood before her, radiant like the sun, his movements fluid and deliberate. She focused her gaze, adjusting her sight, feeling the energy coursing through her veins. Time seemed to slow as she delved deeper into the intricate web of magic. She tried to find the correct frequency to watch.
Tendrils of energy snaked through the air, dancing and twirling under Wulfe's control. Mariella's eyes widened as the wispy tendrils transformed into thick ropes, intertwining and forming a kaleidoscope of colors. Wulfe's smirk revealed his satisfaction as he watched Mariella's expression change.
"This is magic," Wulfe said, his voice filled with both pride and caution. "It's not easy to handle, not at first. You need to understand the basics before you can weave spells. It's like holding ten live wires with high voltage in your arms at the same time."
Damon hissed in frustration, his impatience clear. "I get it. We're not ready yet. But give me something concrete, not just a fancy light show."
Undeterred, Wulfe continued to weave the energy, his focus unyielding. The air crackled with power as the shape of the cat became more defined with each passing minute. Damon watched in silence, realizing that Wulfe had been right all along. He would have to learn to harness this elusive energy and use it to shape his spells, but it wouldn't be easy. Damon could see just how focused Wulfe was, and he knew the path ahead would be filled with challenges.
Finally, the spell was ready. Wulfe carefully dropped it into the topiary, watching as it sank into the foliage. With their energy gaze, they could see the transformation unfold. The topiary changed, morphing into a living cat as Wulfe's magic took hold. Soon, it was no longer a mere creation of foliage, but a flesh and blood feline, gracefully walking in the yard.
Damon, now understanding the process, acknowledged the challenge ahead. "I get it now, but it won't be easy. First, we need to learn how to make that rope, and then learn to manipulate it."
Wulfe nodded in agreement, observing as the black cat pranced through the snow, leaving tiny paw prints that created paths in the pristine white landscape.
Concerned for the cat's well-being in the cold, Mariella suggested bringing it inside. "Poor thing will get cold. Should we bring her or him inside? It's quite chilly out here."
Wulfe smiled and replied, "It may not be too cold. After all, it's just one cat. The world is full of cats; there's no need to save them all."
Mariella approached the cat, gently lifting it into her arms. She scrutinized it and said, "Oh, you're a little girl. Come on, I'll take you to the magic house. They'll take care of you."
Wulfe grunted, watching as Mariella carried the cat to the magic house. Turning to Damon, he remarked, "Is she always so determined to save everything?"
Damon nodded. "She's compassionate. She saves without caring about who or what she's saving."
Wulfe's gaze shifted to the paw prints left behind in the snow. He made a small gesture, and to his delight, the prints did not fade away. Damon walked over, stomping on one of the prints, but it remained, unmoving.
Wulfe chuckled, "I like them. They're cute, so they can stay. They're like decorations, you see. Snow is wonderful to work with."
Something in Wulfe's tone stirred a feeling of jealousy within Damon. He sensed that Wulfe had shared something enjoyable with Mimi. The thought of Mimi and Magnum spending a week together, they had been fucking passionately week, and he had already reacted, and it had not been the right reaction but it was too late, and this irritated him greatly. He pondered whether he should ask Wulfe about his activities with Mimi, uncertain if he truly wanted to know. Lost in thought, he noticed Mariella returning from the magic house after delivering the cat.
Wulfe broke the silence. "Good, let's begin. Keep your vision focused on the magic. Let it flow out, but try to shape it into a rope. Concentrate."
Damon summoned his magic, watching as it emerged like a viscous puddle. He attempted to mold it into a rope, but it stubbornly remained a puddle. Mariella's magic appeared as a mist surrounding her, as she frantically gestured with her hands, trying to coax the magic into submission.
Wulfe observed their fumbling attempts with amusement. It was entertaining to see them struggle, clueless about what to do next.
After a while, Wulfe said, his deep voice resonating, "Use your will. You need to use your will in order to control your magic."
He paused, his piercing eyes fixed on them. "For my unicorn, this would be an easy feat, as she has learned to use her will instinctively. But you two, feel your willpower, let it come alive in your arms, your hands, then try to control that magic."
Damon replied, his voice slightly strained, "It's a little difficult to juggle so many powers at the same time."
Wulfe just smiled, his lips curling with a hint of amusement.
Mariella focused, her emerald eyes narrowing in concentration. She let her magic swirl in the air, a shimmering haze. But first, she honed in on her willpower, feeling the heat starting to emanate from her heart and spreading ever so slowly to her arms, and finally to her hands and fingers. She focused on keeping it steady, taking several deep breaths as beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
With determination, she lifted her hands, and the magic swirled around her in a cloud. She could feel the energy moving, as she directed it with her hands, but soon her forehead was damp with perspiration. She had managed to gather the magic into a more solid form, but Wulfe came nearer, blowing softly into her ear. Her willpower vanished as her focus loosened. Wulfe just walked away, a smug smile on his face.
Damon had witnessed the whole thing and gave it a try. He focused on his willpower, feeling it surge through his veins, empowering his hands. He then summoned the viscous liquid to his feet to rise, the process agonizingly slow. Sweat trickled down his temples, dampening his brow. Suddenly, Wulfe made a loud noise, startling Damon, and his focus wavered. He vehemently cursed, borrowing a few colorful expressions from Mimi. Wulfe just smirked, seemingly unaffected.
"I told you," Wulfe stated matter-of-factly, "this is not easy or fast. If you had your mentor from the start, it would have been slightly easier, as your magic was weaker back then. But it is what it is. So, work on it. It takes time and effort, and it is physical. Even though you are just moving energy, so to speak, these forces are potent."
Damon grunted, frustration etched on his face.
Mariella spoke up, her voice tinged with desperation, "Oh my god, this is hard. It will take forever to get strong enough to master this. Are you sure there are no faster ways?"
Wulfe walked beside her, his presence reassuring. He let her feel his will, a powerful force flowing into his arms. With a gentle touch, he began to shape Mariella's magic, demonstrating that while it would take time, it was indeed achievable. Not everything could be accomplished in a single night.
Wulfe's voice was soft but amused. "It takes time to get this right, but practice, practice, practice. You will get there, everyone will go through this at the start. I told you, this is not easy or fast, it takes time. You have to practice controlling your willpower all the time. And don't take yet Mimi's, don't go and put those symbols together, or else you don't have a chance. Her will is so much stronger. Remember, it is opposite to her rage, so it is stronger than her rage."
Wulfe kept them outside for three hours. They had not accomplished much, but exhaustion and irritability hung in the air.
Wulfe turned to them and said, "Mimi is stronger than you two. She is partially stronger than I am, and this is one thing that you need to remember. I'm not sure if you will ever be stronger than her in all of your parts, but you have your strengths compared to her. And then again, she is a powerhouse where you lack. But it is a dichotomy with you two, two halves, and it is one thing you should always remember, no matter what you feel."
Wulfe fell silent for a while, and Damon sensed that something was amiss. Mariella approached Wulfe, wrapping her arms around the vampire wizard, seeking comfort.
She pleaded, "Tell me, talk to me."
Wulfe remained quiet for a moment, embraced by Mariella. It wasn't a bad feeling at all. She brought a sense of comfort, a sensation that Wulfe had thought he had lost. He had a few faint memories of his mother from long ago, and he was grateful for those fleeting glimpses.
Finally, he spoke, "You, Damon, you don't need to be with Mimi, to be near her. But she has a need. She wants you to be close to her. But she never tells it. It has been like this since you two started. She feels your connection, she misses her half, and it is a pain that she has lived with all this time. I am a telepath, deep in her mind, and I snatched this little thing. She did not show it at all, and it broke my heart. I may be cruel to you as I tell you this. It might make you feel even more messed up that you have let her down again, just in a new way. But it is time for you to know it. You too, Mariella, to remember that every time you take Damon from Mimi, she suffers. It is not a normal longing, and you two can't understand it as you are not halves. She is again alone with this. There is no one else who feels the same, as there are no halves in this pack, only you two."
Damon sat in silence, the weight of the bombshell hitting him like a punch to the gut. Guilt washed over him, a heavy burden that made his heart ache. In this moment, Mimi's absence caused him pain, knowing that he had not been there for her. Perhaps after the holidays, they could start fresh, and wipe the slate clean. He understood Mimi's reaction, vividly remembering every scream, every strike, and the pain in her eyes.
He realized just how awful he had been all these years, and yet, she still stood by his side like a miracle. If only he could be with her. Damon pondered for a moment, wondering if their bond could be broken, if they could no longer be halves of a whole. But deep in his soul, he knew the answer. It was meant to be, and he needed to grow up and get his act together, so he could be there for her. He couldn't help but recall how much being near her had once brought him comfort, before Damien and everything else had messed it up and buried it deep in his mind, numbing him to the chaos of his life. Maybe it had been Damien's plan all along, to sever that connection.
Wulfe spoke up, saying, "Perhaps it's time for both of you to truly understand Mimi and her abilities. It's for her sake and yours too. Mimi is young, the youngest of all of you. Shadow was once a part of you, Mariella, so she is just as old as you. Even though Mimi's plea made you, you still carry the weight of your own history, making you older than her. We're talking about a creature who has endured veritable hell and comes out the other side. She's resilient, having learned to trust herself above all else. I've tried to be there for her, but there will come a time when our paths diverge, and I'll have to leave her. It's inevitable, and I hope she'll have someone by her side then, for she will be in a dreary place."
Mariella replied, "I don't see you dying anytime soon, so there's nothing to worry about."
Wulfe sighed, saying, "No, it will happen much later, a long time from now. And it may not even be true, but one can never know. And I shouldn't say this, but if it does happen, she will lose all of us. Me, Magnum, Murdock, Dexter, and Colin. I will be with her for a while longer, but not until the end. She will have a chance at a truly happy ending, but there will be a loss there, too. Adam, Charles, Lepard, and Demon may also meet their demise, for good. They would go to the rainbow islands, leaving just two behind. But even then, there will be more loss."
Mariella and Damon fell into silence, their hearts heavy with the thought of such a distant and cruel future. They didn't want to imagine it, even though it seemed so far away.
Wulfe whispered, his voice low and seductive, "You have felt the strength of your willpower, but you have yet to witness the power of Mimi. You must rise to the challenge, become stronger. I know not how to tap into her power, but intimacy is the key. We must all partake in this ritual, for it is meant for females. Mimi cannot escape it, as all of you will be involved. I have to be pretty intimate with her too, but it will be important for the whole pack."
Mariela remained in Wulfe's embrace, her curiosity piqued. "Please, tell me your plan," she pleaded.
Damon's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as Wulfe conveyed his idea telepathically.
"It's a brilliant plan," Damon chuckled. "And Mimi won't be able to resist. It will be quite enjoyable, and it gives us all the more reason to keep her well-fed."
Mariela was left in the dark, unable to comprehend their conversation. Damon chose to keep silent, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Wulfe's voice rang out, a promise for the future. "Until next time, let's see if we can make it happen. We'll test it on three ladies before involving Mimi."
Damon's smug smile widened as he led Mariela to the bed. He ravished her with force and dominance, the sounds of their passionate encounter echoing through the room. Pleasure mingled with pain, pushing the boundaries of Mariela's senses. She lay on her back, legs spread wide, as Damon thrust into her with unrelenting speed, causing her to bleed. His girth was immense, stretching her to the limit. Damon felt no mercy. She was fucked, raw more or less.
He then lifted her into a sitting position, exposing the sight of his hard cock spreading her pussylips wide open, their mixed fluids intermingling. It was a sight that both aroused and overwhelmed Mariela, making her feel like a helpless plaything, a fucktoy. She couldn't help but revel in the inventiveness of Damon's actions, embracing the newfound thrill.
Her arousal grew as she watched herself being used, her mind consumed by the sight of her pussy being swollen, wet, and utterly used. Damon's voice filled the air, filled with debauchery as he called her names like "slut" and "whore." The dirty talk only heightened Mariela's excitement, igniting a wild side within her. It was a perfect blend of pleasure and debasement, leaving her feeling like a tantalizingly dirty bitch.
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