Capítulo 98: 18. Hotel California.
Damon then took out Mimi and teleported them into one bedroom. He took Mimi in his arms and pressed her head against his own pheromones, again increasing fertility and the need for reproduction. She was naked, so he trusted into her pussy and fucked her slowly, savoring the feeling of tight hot wet pussy gripping his cock as he opened her womb and prepared her to be inseminated as well. The feeling was exquisite, and he grunted and moaned almost to himself, pressing her face in his neck, feeling his ecstasy forming in his balls as the tight, hot, wet pussy around his cock made his eyes roll back into his head from pleasure.
I woke up in bed, lying against Damon and naked. And, of course, with my nose directly on the pheromones. Damon's hands roamed my body, and I realized my pussy was already filled. The feeling of pleasure started to form in the pit of my pelvis as well, and I could not help but sigh. He was thrusting into me slowly but forcefully and deeply, grunting and groaning with pleasure. It was a little surprising that Damon was already inside me. He started fucking me harder when he noticed I was awake. Fine.
I was in the game pretty quickly and just let it go. He rolled me under him properly and made me explode quite fast and soon he flooded into me as well, grunting and almost shouting out loud, cursing softly to himself, "Ooohh.. fuuuuckk.." I felt his warm output flooding the depths of my wombs and I was arching from the pleasure myself too.
We fucked wildly. I exploded over and over, and he filled me up again and again. Time had no meaning. Our passionate moans and the scent of our sex filled the air and our sweat mingled in this mess of scents, too. I had no idea how long we fucked like crazy.
He finally whispered in my ear, "Congratulations, baby, you have radar. "
I looked at him hotly and said, " Aren't you supposed to fuck when you're pregnant?" I was ready to continue, but then it happened.
Damon laughed low, disengaged himself from me, and got out of bed. He cleaned himself up with energy, got dressed, and walked away. He did not say anything. He was just looking satisfied as I was pregnant, and I realized it had been his goal. Nothing more, just to get me on the radar.
Excellent. Well, good thing then to remember not to slack off at any point because that's the result. Rejection. There was no us. It was more than obvious, and this was one thing that I needed to remember. Because it had almost gotten me again. I then showered by myself and got a bit more control over my feelings.
I was hungry. I was pregnant, and that's when you have to remember to eat well, but luckily I didn't have morning sickness yet. I had to focus on my pregnancy right now and not think about any relationship problems that might have. For two months, I would feel a new life growing inside me. I was determined to make this good time for myself, wanting to enjoy my upcoming motherhood with those sweet innocent cubs and maybe this time it would be a little better than the first time. Not to mention that year at all.
I gathered myself a tray and went to eat. I chose my food, and I tried to eat properly. Oh well, this would probably be another outstanding example of what happens when I reproduce. First, it's good not to promise heaven and earth and tell me how I'm going to be taken care of, but then when the deed is done. Mariella is calling. It was just how this pack worked. Wolves would take Charles and Adam, both of the salvatores would be with Mariella, and I would be alone.
I ate and found myself some pleasant rooms. I watched movies, knitting in the process, thinking about that house in Atlanta now and then. A week had gone by, and no one had had anything to do with me. This was just my life and how I wanted to scream and rave and rant. I was hormonal too, but I could not be. So I suppressed my needs, kept my peace, and did my own thing. I knew both Damons were with Mariella and everyone would have two weeks to decide how the puppies would be born.
I ate what I could because the morning sickness kicked in, and so I didn't eat until the afternoon. I was part-time on the dark web and did some consultations as well as I had time and there was a need for them. The puppies had a great time with the energy tanks. There were energy creatures inside me. I had a lot of different energies to give them to play with and it was interesting.
They tried hard to go after my chaos power, but it's not like the Cubs are going to get it. My chaos power is too strong for them to even try to have and it was funny to see them try. I could almost feel their frustrations, but I had little treats to give them, like some playful energies that I had gotten somewhere.
I was in the kitchen. In front of me was a big steak of wagyu and meatballs made of mixed birds, mainly pheasant, then I had a white sauce made by Adam and a few potato croquettes. I had also made the drink for myself. It was a slushy, half-frozen bump, a little bit of feeding liquid, some nutritional concentrates made by Colin, and orange juice. I sipped it carefully, letting it cool my tummy so I could eat without nausea getting to me. I had spent a few days puking my guts out before I had learned how to eat. And more importantly, when to eat.
I was on my first meal of the day, having been 12 days pregnant, almost two weeks. Soon, a female was going to get the radar. Mariella and the Damons came into the kitchen in a good mood and chatted. They had had a good time then.
Charles had been chatting away with me, but as the wolves were so emotional now, being full of hormones and waiting for their radar, he couldn't really let go. I had moved my chair a good distance away, so that I had enough room to eat and get all the food ready. I was not in the mood for being an alpha female, or even a wife, for that matter. I was just trying to keep myself as fit as possible.
I had just finished putting everything in place and was fetching my coffee pot when Damon looked at my meal appraisingly. I had made myself extra strong coffee, as it was one thing that helped my nausea. I knew that after this meal it would be time to rest again as it was often after meal when I was exhausted and needed to rest.
He commented on, still looking at my plates and the enormous glass of my slushy, frowning slightly, " I suppose you've already eaten today, so this isn't your first meal of the day, is it?"
I said, " Actually it is, you see, pregnant, without sex you get more morning sickness. I've had a splash of bump. My drink will help me have this meal. I have spent a few days puking my guts out, so I know my stuff. Ice cold bump. It helps a bit, but yes, this is my breakfast. I'll have another one like that in the evening. "
Damon looked at me for a long time and said in a very frustrated voice., " You really, Mimi, really need to learn to say those things and problems. Like that morning sickness, I don't remember everything, and I don't know if you even have it. Come here, and I'll give you that medicine."
I smiled coldly and said matter-of-factly, I was tired of him thinking me be an idiot who does not take care of herself, " If you mean the one on medbay, then it doesn't work. Unique case here again."
He rolled his eyes and said, now even more frustrated, " Come here, and I'll taste your blood, and see if I can change it to suit you. Hasn't Saint Charles had to take care of you?"
I said to him, "There are two extremely hormonal wolves who required fucking almost 24/7, so no, he had not had time for caring for me, but I can manage on my own."
He moved his chair a little further and gestured for me to come sit on his lap. I went into Damon's arms, and he sank his teeth into my neck and started drinking quite greedily. He drained me mercilessly, letting his bloodlust take over and I could feel my heart slowing down eventually and I was wondering will he would drain me fully.
When I had 1.2 liters of blood left, he stopped and then spilled from his fangs into my veins of something. He let me go, and I held on to the table for a bit as my eyes were about to go black. I sat down and went to eat.
Damon said, " You're tasty. When was the last time anyone even drank from you?"
I was silent, and I couldn't even remember when. I'm not a blood bank. I had never liked to be drained, not ever, and it had gotten only stronger after those tests. My vampire side did not like to be a blood bag for anyone. She wanted her blood; she wanted blood and a lot, and being drained, made me irritable, but I kept my irritation under wraps, not letting anyone see it.
Charles sometimes drinks from me, but he and Adam are now focused on the wolves. At least, now the damn Salvatore must be feeling pretty full of my blood. I had made myself another sheltered spot in this castle with rooms, and I had a cub room in mind.
I didn't know if we were going to have puppies here or not, though. I ate my food eagerly and drank my coffee. I had eaten my wagyu steak, and I had my meatballs and potato croquettes still left. Those were my treats. I then went to make another pot of coffee, and when I came back, my chairs and food had been moved very much closer to Damon. I had eaten all the wagyu meat I needed, and now I was in for a treat.
I kept my expression neutral as I sat down and prepared to eat some more. I had plenty of room in my stomach and I had learned to fill it up as much as possible for so long until cubs would start to take room some more. I had sipped a little of my slushy and I had a thick straw in it. It had a special mug that kept it freezing, so it was so cool and refreshing to sip.
I grabbed my lovely pheasant bacon meatballs with white sauce and a few potato croquettes and pulled the plate in front of me. I had made these buns myself and they had ground pheasant a few more game birds and the fattiest wild boar, bacon, and spices. I had a pheasant in the fridge at the castle in Moldova, as well as lots of other meats.
I had a pretty enormous group of hunting fleas in Moldova, and they didn't take all the meat, but they had plenty of game, and I could always use meat. They liked to hunt but as they were so good; the game was left over and I, the carnivore, was more than happy for them to deliver their meats to me. They were happy because they had reason to hunt and on my grounds in Moldova, there was a lot of game and a lot of being hunted.
I was just about to savor the taste of a meatball, perfectly dipped in my creamy bechamel sauce, when Damon unexpectedly nibbled on my ear. It was a forceful sensation that sent shivers down my spine. His teeth nibbled my ear quite hard.
Mariella chimed in, "Oh, Mimi, baby wants you to feed him."
Dread filled me as I realized I had no choice but to share my meal with Damon. Reluctantly, I placed the bun in his eager mouth. He savored it thoughtfully before resuming his begging. I couldn't escape the situation and ended up feeding our husband all the food. There was little that ended up in my mouth and he somehow had gotten my slushy and was sipping it and offering it to Mariella as well who found my slushy delicious but questioned it at ice cold temperature that it might cool my cubs too much.
As I took a forkful of the delectable mixed-bird meatloaf for myself, Damon seized my head and kissed me passionately, stealing the food from my mouth. Then he took a portion of meatloaf in front of him, feeding it to Mariella simultaneously.
Mariella questioned, "What kind of meat is this? Damon, do you know?"
The flavors were delightful, but she sensed that something was missing.
Damon replied in his mind to his wife, "There are various game birds here, ones we rarely have. But the lady has a Moldovan castle fridge with a freezer full of meat. I just picked up the idea from her thoughts. That's why I tell you this with my telepathy. She had her own hunting group in Moldova, hunting all of these birds and animals for her."
Damon's words echoed aloud. "It needs a touch of salt and garlic. And this one doesn't need basil, it does not belong here.."
As I had mentioned earlier, my obsession with basil was undeniable. I craved it and would incorporate it into my dishes in copious amounts. Even though Damon had limited my access to basil to prevent allergies, it didn't stop me from using it at this particular meal. His meaningful gaze questioned whether I minded.
Mariella interrupted the moment, exclaiming, "Damon, my love, we should search every nook and cranny of our fridges and freezers. We might discover hidden treasures. Let's create a magical system that will reveal the secret food stashes in our home."
In my mind, I sighed and thought, "Whatever, Mariella."
In my free time, I loved cooking, baking, and creating various culinary delights. I had accumulated so much meat that it overflowed from my fridge and freezer, prompting me to buy more storage space. With my powers of concealment, I hid and disguised the surplus food throughout the house, ensuring I always had provisions in case of emergencies. Now I wondered if Mariella's magic would uncover my hidden freezers and fridges, too.
Damon wrapped his arms around his wife and said, " Later, darling, later. Now we're going to get back to bed and not think about any foodstuff. It's not time yet."
Then the triplets teleported away. Number two had been all over Mariella, too. Well, good for them.
Luckily, I'd had enough blood, and my stomach was full, so I could get on with the decorating. I had my treats here and there and since no morning sickness, I could have some more food all day long, too.
Damon said in my head, "We're making puppies here."
Good to know, so I can start planning my puppy room. I could make it pretty and even though cubs did not understand their surroundings too much, there were all kinds of tactile sensations that I could put in there. I had, for example, this mat, it was in pieces, like puzzle pieces and it was soft I could line the floor with those, and they would be good to walk on when cubs would walk and it was easy to keep clean too. I had a lot of different puppy pads to test on, too.
I had a couple of days to work in the rooms when Charles came to me. Shadow had got the radar and was happy, so Adam would get them done. He was quite strict as I had been lining the floor with those pieces and he had picked me up and put me to sit and done the work on himself. He did not want me to do too much, as I had been pregnant for two weeks now.
He started watching what I eat. He weighed me every morning, felt my ribs, and everything. We also had quite a passionate time at night as he knew it helps me too when he fucked me to bits during the nighttime. It was very enjoyable, I must say. Sex had been something that I had craved and not even realized as it was with Charles really, not like with Damon, where I had been just an object to get pregnant, but with Charles, we had our connection.
My puppies were just very naughty. Charles noticed nothing while these little thieves were happily snatching from his tanks and playing with Charles's energies and his magic. My cubs were the thieves.
Though Damon hadn't noticed either, when he drank my blood, well, they were his offspring. They'd had a good catch. I had seen from Mariella's expression that she noticed but said nothing. Apparently, Damon is lazy with his energies and would like to steal them from others, so it had been right for his offspring to loot his tanks. I continued my life with Charles when he was free, that is, as I was not the only female in this pack who was pregnant and there were two demanding wolves around.
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