Capítulo 131: 11. Wish I Could Fly.
I was in Damon's arms the whole time. I was at his mercy. If he did not support my body, then I was with all my weight on his cock and it felt like he was in my throat. He was deep in my pussy, filling me, fucking me, and breeding me. He was drinking my blood, and lots of it, all the time. I had quite a bloodlust at the start, but I kept it under wraps and hoped that I could manage these two weeks.
He was working in my mind, exploring my alpha power and, in some ways, combining it with his own and again reducing the amount. He was taking some of it, but I had protected the core of my power as the book had instructed and it seems that it had been one hell of good advice. I kept my thoughts in my hidey hole in my mind, not all of them, but certainly.
He weakened me in every way he could think of, and I could never again, or at least not for a long time, force him to forget anything. But he kept cleaning up the nightmares, the memories. He was always in my mind, probing and searching, but I wouldn't let him go to where that year was.
I had also hidden other bad stuff like that last mission that had gone as wrong as possible. But he seemed to notice that I had not slept in ages and I suspected that Adam or Charles had given him that information. I felt my vortex churning, but I kept it hidden. It was between me and Adam and Charles. Sometimes later than. He was searching for everything about Damien and that year.
That's what he was looking for. I was as well conceived as pregnant can be. Hot all the time and full of horns. Sure, they went to sleep, but soon there was another flood coming. My pussy was full all the time, and I came several times a day. He was just fantastic at what he was doing and had smugness in his voice as he murmured to my ear how he properly uncorked me. We fucked, I was helpless as possible and sometimes I passed out in his arms. We would sit or lie in bed and walk around. He emptied my bladder and bowels with magic, so I didn't even get a toilet trip.
He wasn't furious and short-tempered. He was just determined and weakened me mercilessly. I knew it was going to be a while before I got myself back in a bit stronger shape after this treatment, so my special abilities oh, they would boost, but it would be little time.
I didn't have any problems physically. I guess every deficiency was made up for with that blood drink, at least. And I had to drink from him and naughtily so that he could flood into me. He seemed to notice my bloodlust and again; it was made very clear to me that I was supposed to be drinking from him or pack members, not Demon King blood.
And oh boy, when he dug locations of my blood stash out of my mind, so Mariella and other Salvatores could go and get those bags and put them in the blood room behind a special spell. So I would not get them but they would be preserved for Damon, the pack leader, as he was the oldest and strongest vampire in the pack, so he had rights to those bloods.
Not to worry, I had my blood farms, and I had a stash in quite many houses, so if I needed it, I would get stronger blood too. But as this little fact was revealed too it was all too fun for the rest of the pack and magic house as well go and find my blood stash, put it in a safe place, and make sure that most of the blood that I would get would be from the pack.
I guess he was always putting me to sleep so that nightmares and such would come up. At first, I might startle awake before he could do anything, being helpless against his strong body and he might be doing something like food but then he was ready, and even if a nightmare came on, it quickly faded and was replaced by just a feeling of security. I was safe. He made that feeling of safety stronger and stronger each day, hour by hour.
For Mariella, the whole punishment was very fitting.
She said, " Look, Mimi, how a fuck machine punishes a naughty wife and weakens her to a suitable level. And those blood of yours, well, they will do the world of good to Damon. He will be stronger than ever."
There was a downside to that. He got all the calls Damien ever made to me, and he found quite many shed sessions in my head, even when I tried to block him. I had been in that kind of mood that nightmares were plaguing me at first, well before the feeling of safety got to me, and what my nightmares had been, were shed sessions. But my hiding place held. He couldn't get in there.
He found flea information about all the things I've done and told it to Mariella for fun. Not everything but my gigs and stuff that I had been thinking about in my head, everyday stuff, being a leader, and such. Mariella well, she liked to talk, and she had spent the whole two weeks chatting to the jewelry Sark and telling him all about flea stuff. And Sark had talked back about how he would do it another way and so on.
Of course, my dear husband told me how to fix some problems that I had working in my mind and we actually discussed a few things as I had to explain things a little deeper to him when he tried to offer again his quick fixes. And this little chat went to Mariella, who then consulted a good version of Sark. I was pretty unsure if would there be a good version of Sark but time would tell.
Mariella said to Damon, "Honey, the jewelry Sark could be the new flea leader. I hear there are other good versions of him. Fleas could be an excellent project for these. They really want to destroy the naughty Sarks and the pharmaceutical companies that are doing it wrong. "
Damon said, "That could be an idea. They probably know themselves and the evil version best. Give the jewel Sark a couple of weeks to Magnum, and then we'll see. Magnum is pretty good at knowing who is suitable and who is not."
Mariella said, "Fine. It might be a good idea. With us having a wedding coming up and all."
Damon gently whispered to Mariella after successfully putting Mimi to sleep with Flank once again, "Darling, this girl's mind is tangled with nightmares, old memories, again one big mess. I have quite a task ahead of me. The boys were right. This creature hadn't rested in ages. It's a challenge to get her to sleep without resorting to drugs. My intuition tells me something unpleasant has happened in Fleas, but she's keeping it hidden as always. Now, I'm attempting to tame her Alpha power, but it's proving difficult since it belongs to her, not me. However, I can work on controlling her bloodlust. My goal is to make her feel safe enough to finally sleep."
Mariella remained silent, acknowledging Damon's efforts.
She responded, "It's good that you're helping her. Elena has been quite helpful. She shared how great of a teacher Mimi is. Mimi has taught her cooking, baking, fighting, and even flower arrangements. Perhaps Mimi could expand her teachings on the rest of us. Elena mentioned some useful tips, especially in cooking and baking. I can share what I've found here."
As Damon absorbed this information, he realized Mimi was skilled in baking and cooking, yet she hadn't revealed everything she knew or where she had learned it from.
Damon thanked Mariella and suggested, "Thank you, darling. I'll try to uncover more about Mimi's baking and cooking skills. She could be an excellent coach for you. We'll see how she responds when challenged."
I was sleeping but not yet fully safe, so nightmares hit me like a ton of bricks. In the shed, I found myself trapped in yet another nightmare. Darkness engulfed me, depriving me of sound, leaving only the scent of fear, blood, and gore. It felt as if a machine was tearing me apart, causing excruciating pain throughout my body.
Startled, I woke up from the nightmare, trying to regulate my breathing, not wanting to alert Damon. However, I could feel his comforting presence, his arm wrapped around me, offering support. He whispered soothingly into my ear as if he was cooking or doing something nearby.
His voice calmed me. "Shhh... baby, go back to sleep. You're safe now. I've taken care of it. You're safe, so sleep."
I was determined to stay awake, unwilling to return to that horrifying dream. But Damon's murmurs, his powerful embrace, and our intimate connection left me exhausted once again. I couldn't resist the pull of sleep as it overtook me.
Once again, I found myself trapped in the clutches of a haunting nightmare. Wrapped in a velvety blanket, I was overcome with weakness, my eyelids barely able to stay open. The pain permeated every inch of my body. Amidst it all, the scent of passionfruit lingered in the air, accompanied by his murmurs. Suddenly, he wielded a dagger, its aroma tainted with poison or fragrant herbs, and mercilessly plunged it into my heart, repeatedly. The sensation of death washed over me. Desperately, I fought my way back to consciousness.
Now, I found myself on a sofa, his relaxed form pressed against mine, his thrusts penetrating me with a consuming pleasure. I struggled to remain still, as the memory of that scent, that passionfruit, threatened to consume my thoughts. His pace quickened, the force intensifying, but I remained detached, merely existing in his embrace, aware that his climax was imminent. And then, a rush of scorching release flooded inside me.
Exhausted, I resisted the urge to sleep. Caught in a trance-like state between slumber and wakefulness, a sudden loud noise or a distant memory jolted me, causing me to instinctively sink my teeth into Damon's shoulder. Unbeknownst to me, my bite carried a potent poison. Damon's curses filled the air, until Mariella swiftly arrived, sinking her teeth into his femoral artery, aiding in the removal of the toxin. Still trembling, I struggled to comprehend what had startled me.
Damon's cursing ceased, and he communicated to Mariella through their shared bond, "Thank you, darling. I am unharmed, as you can see. In my lap lies a deeply traumatized soul, sleep-deprived and caught off guard by her nightmare of Damien's murderous intentions. She simply reacted."
Mariella responded, "Very well. How about we allow the other two into her mind as well? Together, we can eradicate these demons before they take hold. She trembles in your arms, unsure of her surroundings."
Damon agreed, "Yes, indeed. I had to administer a sedative earlier to coax her into sleep, but she is heavily drugged. I will permit the others to enter her mind so we can rid her of this torment."
Mariella admitted, "I must confess, she was in such distress and under the influence of drugs that she unknowingly projected that nightmare into my own mind. The one where Damien killed her, smelling of you. I have already banished it."
I was awake again at one time and now somehow I was feeling quite damn lusty; he was again fucking me, but I did not remember any nightmares as this lust took over. I exploded quite many times, and I panted helplessly in his grip as he fucked me to bits, more or less. Then when he exploded, biting me in my shoulder, god knows how many times.
I noticed that my tanks had been cleaned, my lust had been taken out almost all of it and I had several tanks of lust a la Salvatore. No wonder that I was feeling like this.
Damon said to me, "Soon baby, two weeks are up and you have been cleaned quite well. I took those tanks, Mariella told me as lust used in that way, well it gives me boost and good boost, so thank you again."
Somehow it was a little annoying that once again, I boosted him but now I was in the throes of an almost never-ending orgasm and I again bit Damon, this time somehow using my alpha power and right in his throat, making a very strong mating mark on his neck.
Despite this being a punishment, I was once again pretty confused because he could have treated me much worse. I mean, using me as a sex doll, more or less. But he cared for me, making me sleep, even if it was through drugging. The nightmares that plagued me were cleaned, untangling the mess in my mind.
My thoughts became calmer, clearer, and the restlessness that had haunted me for so long had vanished. Of course, there was still a vortex of emotions that needed to be dealt with someday, but that would be with Adam and Charles in our time. It was our secret, a thought securely locked away, hidden from Damon's knowledge.
I sarcastically thought that when I was being punished, my company was so lovely that men always wanted to tie me to them. Damon had no idea what I was referring to, so I told him the story about the kitchen and Charles's punishment for me. That made him burst into laughter. He congratulated Charles for a job well done and promised him that he could do it again to me or any other female in the pack if he saw fit.
I wasn't keen on being tied down and having to endure the smell of his shit in the bathroom, seeing him wipe his ass and comment on his shit. I didn't need to know my husband quite so intimately. I hoped that he would never do it again, but I was still in Damon's lap, being passionately fucked to bits more or less, so who was I to say anything?
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