Capítulo 70: 30. Smooth.
I woke up in bed with spiked cuffs and several belts going over my body. One particular was tightly put over my liver, making the pain intensify, and my head was all messed up and completely sedated.
Damon said, "Now you're on treatment. You're getting nourishment, you've been catheterized, you have a shit collector, and now we're just hoping for a quick enzyme boost, so maybe you'll get your heat on too. I put a special energy in your mind that prevents the tangle. If there are any bad things in there, this kind of slips them in so you can't quite get a grip on them. Hang in there."
Then he left.
My liver was in pain, and this agony was beyond mere pain. I knew my replication enzyme was blocked, but the pain that comes when someone kicks a fully platinized liver to pieces is something that caused me to not have any wise thoughts in my head—just feeling helpless again, powerless, in pain, unable to do anything. I was reduced to a state where I had been for most of that year.
The only exception was that there was no shame of being raped by strange males or Damien now taunting me, but I was again too weak, too much in pain. I was nothing. For my pack to have a good time, I needed to suffer, and I was helpless to do anything about this.
Damon put his radar off and was actually pleased. Now, Mimi would be fine once the enzymes kicked in, and maybe he could get Mimi to reproduce more easily than last time because Mimi has reproduced in the meantime, even though no one else would know about it. He would have a good time for her at this time. He would not be just alpha male but himself too and he would show her that there was hope for them too.
Damon thought about the magic he'd done from time to time. He wondered if it was the right thing to do or not. But what's done is done. Now, we just have to move on and try to make some kind of connection with Mimi.
But it wasn't going to be easy, and Damon thought that he probably wouldn't have the energy to try. That he would go to Mariella's and leave Mimi alone until he got the idea of trying again. What a fucking rat race this was going to be!
Now he's off to find Mariella. Maybe it would be better to take a little distance for her, and let her be with Adam and Charles, too. Maybe they could get her to relax, love again, not be that broken creature that he saw every time he looked at her. He remembered in what state she had been and how he had driven her away to cope on her own. Just because he was a coward.
I'd been in pain for I don't know how long. I knew no one had been around, and I was buzzing with enzymes. But I was helpless, and there was nothing I could do about it. I had released some pheromone as soon as Damon had left. They had no idea about my capabilities as an alpha female and they just assumed that I was as poor at it as Perfect Mariella had been. I thought it would be nice to be able to talk to me instead of just assuming I didn't know anything about alpha female stuff.
They must have had a really wild time going and enjoyed themselves. I'm not enjoying myself. But through all the confusion or the sedation, I made one fucking decision. I'm gonna find some other fucking way to get enzymes than fucking platinum in my liver. I will study and I will make sure that I take regularly a negligible amount of my enzymes in the hold, will find the best way to harvest them so I will have plenty and be in good condition if needed.
Damon let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the situation. The scent of the females in the heat had permeated the air for days, overpowering and clouding their thoughts. Once the heat was turned on, everything changed.
It was a chaotic and stressful time, and Damon couldn't have anticipated the twisted game their alpha female was playing. Each week, the females had different desires and moods, demanding whatever they pleased. It was a constant source of tension.
Mimosa had taken control, ordering coffee and treats from Adam. Shadow had sought Charles, requesting a passionate encounter on the beach. They obliged, responding differently to each mood. Demands were met with resistance, but intimate moments on the shore were shared willingly.
Damon had thought Mariella simply desired physical intimacy, but she wanted more than that. She wanted to dominate him, and he willingly found himself showing her where she belonged in the depths of the basement. And quite a brutal way because she just did not learn so well.
The following week brought no relief. Charles was now tasked with making love to Mimosa on the beach, while Shadow desired varied positions from Adam. Mariella, as always, claimed the couch and made her demands known. Damon had to exercise great restraint, keeping the heat alive without allowing his frustrations to boil over. Patience was key, but the intensity of the heat made it difficult to brush off Mariella's incessant demands. She seemed to have an uncanny ability to push his buttons.
The third week escalated the madness. Mariella continued her relentless pursuit, taunting and eluding Damon. He chased after her, finally apprehending her and securing her with spiked chains. There would be no more running away. Yet, even then, Mariella refused to be silenced. Damon resorted to using a gag and severing their bond, ensuring she couldn't manipulate him any longer. He used her as a tool to satisfy her heat, her pleasure becoming his sole focus. Damon couldn't comprehend the true nature of this twisted heat, longing for the simplicity of caring for just one wolf.
When the week finally came to an end, Damon silently untied Mariella and retreated to another room, overwhelmed by the tumultuous emotions and confusion that the heat had brought upon them. He did not even look at her. The intensity of their bond had been shattered, causing a pulsating headache for him. Her words had been like daggers, piercing his mind.
Mariella retreated to the shower, her thoughts swirling. "Damon must be highly strung," she pondered. "I had to fabricate a few sentences just to ease the tension. It's irresistible, he's in the mood."
The water cascaded over her, cleansing her body as she knew she had to return to Damon. He was her lifeline for the upcoming week.
Dressed, she approached him, wrapping herself around his rigid form. "Damon, my love, how about we make love on the beach?"
His disbelief was palpable. Making love on the beach, a temptation that threatened to consume him. Adam and Charles were occupied with the wolves, so he regained control and grasped her hand.
Whispers of affection filled the air as they strolled along the shore, their love radiating. Eventually, Damon's desire overtook him, and they succumbed to their passion on the tranquil beach. Damon felt his nerves unravel under the relentless heat. For an entire fourth week, they made love on the beach.
In the fifth week, Mariella yearned for a mix of intensity and rawness. Damon had no choice but to surrender, hoping for relief in the future. She wanted the positions but rough taking, almost raping and brutal talking, dirty talking, spanking, all of that. It helped Damon even a bit when he got to unload his frustrations on her.
Emotions ran high in the sixth week, leading Mariella to seek solace in Charles. Gratefulness washed over Damon as Mariella's tears fell, regretting his harsh words. Charles guided a weeping Mariella to their bedroom. Tears resurfaced when Mimosa revealed her taste for bird chicks meant for animal consumption. Despite Mariella's previous rescue efforts, the temptation lingered.
Damon's thoughts briefly shifted to Mimi, but the intensity of Mimosa's actions soon eclipsed all else, pushing him to his limits. Mimosa could fuck up to his face so damn effectively that Damon showed that wolf just how brutal he can actually be. After that week, Damon went to the little cottage to check on Mimi.
I just hoped that the pheromone I released would give the whole pack a really good time. I had been just a 'little bit' fucked up when I had given my special pheromone that would guarantee that this heat would not be just Damon and Mariella fucking 12 weeks in a row.
So when Damon came to investigate at some point, I just lay there. I didn't really speak or react when I didn't want to. This was the same thing again. Damon's energy had slipped right out of my head. Probably because I was involuntarily gathering energy, so now it was somewhere in the tank. I was an energy exploiter, meaning siphon of sorts, so my tanks took all of that energy that was needed.
Luckily, I didn't have any memories of that year, but I have enough shit in my head already. He took the Platinum away. He took the restraints away. He turned off the drip but still left the catheter, the collector, and the nutrient fluid dripping. He didn't say anything. Probably a strong fucking telepath but lazy, noticed for himself that the contents of my head weren't quite right. But when the urge called. My little heat was just too overwhelming for his dick.
Mimi was unresponsive again, but at least now he could feel her thoughts. Her head was a jumble, with various degrees of tangle and memories. All jumbled up, and Damon realized that his energy was now somewhere in Mimi's tank. Again, he couldn't get it right, no way.
He had no time for regrets. She was buzzing with enzymes and once she got better, well her hormones were low, so no breeding for her, and there was no breeding womb in her. But pack, life would start and maybe someday she would breed again.
But he didn't have to wonder. He had to go deal with the heat, lest someone get a uterus infection or something. Mimi was tough, and she'd get over it. He could see with Mariella at some point if together they could get those nightmares under control. But now it was time to get heat on again and hope for better times.
It took me four weeks before the sedative wore off because Damon wouldn't put my panel adjustments right. Two weeks after I recovered and swore this was the last time I'd ever fucking liver platinum voluntarily.
I could feel this vortex inside me even more clearly. It seemed to grow with my fucked up-ness and I was planning to see if Adam or Charles or both of them could help me find a way to unload this power. I felt like I was bursting from my seams.
I knew that I had no breeding womb, so no breeding for me. Damon had noticed that too, and he might be happy about that. No need to deal with me, my cubs, and my drama. I was not ready for breed just yet. My mind was not in the right place. I went to the main house after I had recovered from the medicine and then started eating and putting my plan in place there.
Damon thought when the next week started, and Mariella started fucking again and ran away in cat form, "That was fine... I'll take the challenge."
He went on the chase and stepped on this female so many times that pregnancy was almost a certainty. He was determined to have more litters with these three and he had no idea that Mimi had again released one certain pheromone that drove him to breed others.
And he told it to Mariella. Who didn't appreciate it at all, but she was quite helpless. But she couldn't help it when she was fucked open underneath him as his thick, spiky cock pushed into her already quite fertile womb repeatedly, always filling it with substances.
By the eighth week, he was having the same thing with the Shadow. Oh, how he loved to take these fucking bitches under his belly and a little bit here to fuck them already. The fact that the bitch didn't like it doubled his pleasure. It made him feel so good, or his alpha side did.
He loved to breed them full and tell them about their fate of being pregnant by him. And with that, he kind of tied them more to himself than Adam and Charles. Again, all because of one little pheromone that Mimi had let go of her to get time with Adam and Charles.
The ninth week was a Mimosa treatment. Another fucking little bitch that needed his cock deep in her cunt and her sperm soon inside her. He gave them all a substance to reproduce differently because Mimi now had no reproductive uterus, so he put a substance in every female that would guarantee her fertility and pregnancy.
He wasn't even thinking about Mimi at all yet, as he was concentrating on his naughty bitches. Mimi was out of the equation of being bred and pregnant and he had not yet realized just how fucking cleverly one alpha female sorted her life with a few innocent pheromones here and there.
The tenth week was with Mariella, who wanted to get back into the positions, but she had an emotional wolf, Mimosa, with her, who Adam then looked after. Mariella couldn't be fucked too hard, as the emotional wolf couldn't take it.
Damon congratulated himself on getting through the week as Mariella was still leaking lust energy and would have been ready for more intense action, but Mariella had been forced to keep one finger in Mimosa's pussy the whole time. Crazy wolf. It had been quite a freaking week and Damon just did not connect the dots, not at all.
Mimi had arrived at the house when they went for breakfast in week 11. Mimi was already eating and was in ice queen mode, at least towards Damon. But he didn't mind yet, being as horny as he was and might be. Mariella now wanted cat sex outside, as did Mimosa and Shadow. They finished their breakfast and went out as cats. Mimi stayed inside.
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