Capítulo 138: 18. Romeo and Juliet.
After they had been fucking for a week, it was time to act to put this pack in order and let Mariella have a moment with Adam and Charles as well. But only for a while. Damon's problem with Charles had gone nowhere, and he knew and sensed how Mariella's energies needed to get Charles and Adam. And also the fact that Mariella was jealous. Of Mimi and her two perfect men.
Wolves had been telling them about Adam and his pretty dangerous aura and what he had to them after he came for them, after spending the week with Mimi and there he was back again with her. Mariella also remembered their knife play during that karaoke and something had been in that so seductive, but it had been done to Mimi and why. There was a purpose behind it and she wanted to know.
Somewhere in between, Adam had come back along, and he was in just the right mood. When Mimosa informed us that there was a fourth Damon, it was nothing new. I had come to that conclusion from my dream long ago. At least now Mariella has work to do. Adam had not calmed down at all, or for that matter, not Charles nor I.
We were going in pretty wild stuff, and oh my god these two together as they really focused, they were even more dangerous than Damon, but just in the right way. Damon, well he had his eyes for Mariella and she enjoyed threatening, Damon pretty much almost mauling her, and she behaved, well she had her sentences here and there but she never ever done that to that extent what I had done.
For me, not that I was a wuss or anything but if Damon came at me as he would maybe approach Mariella, threatening, pressing me against the wall, not letting me move, whispering in my ear, well I just could not control myself as old memories popped in my mind, in a place where Damon had no access but I would feel them.
They were mostly when Damien ruled that body. He pretty much used to do that and the only thing that was missing was the stench of wet dog. So I kept my memories hidden but reacted and out came my sentences. Meant to push him away, back to Mariella and usually I ended up either alone, or seeking solace from Charles but not telling him anything either. It was just a fact that Charles and Adam knew me much better and even when they pressed me against the wall; they knew how to do it so it had nothing to do with the past. They did not do it the same way that Damon/Damien had done.
They had taught me to be controlled, to be their bitch and almost their property, but they were mine as well. They were there for me when I needed it, or letting them know I was not doing so fine, and in the past, a few times, well Adam being my second in command got to glimpse a raw deal of being a leader and he had killed sufferers too.
Both of them have tried to protect me with all they have and offer me safety, love, and lust as well, some outlet that I could use. Charles especially has a knack for making sure that I am not too bloodlusty nor that my rage is too high, but he does not see me as a threat but his wife. Someone to care for, and I have learned to be that for him. He needs someone to care and Mariella nor wolves ain't one.
The wedding where I would marry mariella and several damons, and renew my wows with these two. Well, It could be interesting, but I'm not thinking about it yet as I concentrate on marking Adam as my own. I was very carefully biting every inch of his gorgeous body full of strawberry-scented marks. I was now biting his armpit. And I was marked down to my pussy lips. It was time for us to be each other and we had been really wild and this room was fucked from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall, too.
We had come up with a game. It's called "Give one of your fuckbuddies from your teeth a stimulant." I didn't have to play that game for long, though. I gave them both doses of strawberry flakes, so the momentum was there. Then when Adam gave me apple juice and Charles gave me pear jam, I was unstoppable. I thought it was just perfect that we had our room, too. The three of us, and no one would bother us. There was nothing wrong with us to have a room of our own. This castle was huge, and it was better for us to have our sex den so it would be consecrated fully, and no need to fuck it all up again.
We had another break time. I would lie half on top of Adam and half on top of Charles and play with their hair, and we would kiss. We were sweaty, smelling of sex, and satisfied for a while, and I knew I didn't have to do much once I started moving in the right way and they were ready to continue. I Could feel their hands on my skin, caressing me, touching me.
Suddenly, the door to our room opened, and the Damons and Mariella came in. Number one of first, of course. He stopped in the doorway, wiped his fingers behind his ears, and then swiped a scented pheromone on the doorframe, marking the room as his own. I could not help but groan and shake my head. They were not very mature. I could smell their pheromones, mainly coming from mariella jealousy and the need to possess. These two were gorgeous creatures, and I hated the way Mariella saw them. Just to toys to be used, and she had never talked with Adam or Charles.
She had no idea about their past, their life. Our life, and I guess, was too feeling possessive and protective same time. These two deserved something else than to be used as sex toys, and Mariella would use them as such. It would take time for me then try to help them as they felt used, Charles had told me that when he is pushed to fuck wolves, it makes him feel dirty, just fucking machine and not a man as wolves don't want to talk, but fuck.
I felt them both stiffen under me, and I continued to do their thing. I said in my mind to them, " Let's just be cool. Let's change rooms, or let's make every house our room from now on and see how long we can keep it. It could be a fun game, see what would be our record. Could those five keep up with us? I got you, always and forever. The lust queen is looking for sex toys, I can see that. "
Charles laughed, and so did Adam. I kissed both of them in turn, as if it were just the three of us. I nipped playfully at their lips, making them grunt at me, and looked at them heatedly. I release my pheromones to these, making them sniff my neck and calm down. I noticed the sharper scent of passionfruit in the air. Damon was not so pleased.
Mariella came to bed and said, " Always you, Mimi do this. You take these two and hide them somewhere for weeks. We have a wedding in three weeks, and I need to get to know my future husbands a bit, too."
I was in an alpha female mood, and I said softly, quite damn dangerously and seriously, "I must have some husbands. You'd think four would be enough for you, but not when it's always the ones with me you have to have. These boys are toys to be used. They have their minds and if they want to be with me, not with you, suck it up. Wouldn't it be better to wait until the wedding night? Then it would be magical when you get these. Look, Mariella, take Damon. You've got four to choose from. Now I'm not in the mood to share. We have not had each other in years, yet you are there whining like a brat you are. I can smell from your pheromones that you see these as sex toys, not men, and these are for me, men, not toys, and we talk, just like you and Damon. "
Mariella was silent for a moment and said, " Oh, Mimi, as there is a pack leader in the room, and he has now decided on this matter. Not you. But you will learn soon enough. When you are where you are supposed to be. Under Damon, his cock in your pussy deep inside your womb, breeding if he wants to, biting you full of his marks, and smelling you as his own."
I looked at Mariela and spoke. I let my hips rub Charles' cock, which was right where I wanted it. A little movement and it would sink in. It was right between my legs, his glans, touching already my pussylips, eliciting grunts from his lips.
"You see, Mariella, this enormous cock is soon inside me. Charles will soon be back, just as he should be. We can change rooms if it bothers you. But I'm not finished yet. As said, it's three weeks to the wedding. I have not gotten these in several years. Try to get it in your mind. You can't without cock in your pussy for a week."
Damon walked over to the bedside and said, "I can, Mimi, turn into a lion in a flash and have you there on top of Charles. And let him feel what it feels like to have someone else fuck you, not him. Now, be a good girl and move on from that now."
I said back, " You didn't ask nicely, but fine."
There was impatience in his voice, which was not a good sign, not for me, so it was time to leave. There was no lust, only his rage in his voice, so I pretty much knew what would happen. i was not willing to be raped or used by that one as he had no good intentions for me. It was time to teach them a lesson.
I said to Charles in my mind, "I will go now. I can't prevent this and Damon has no good intentions for me. Sorry, my love."
He answered, "Honey, I can take it. You be safe and sound. I hate to see you hurt. Your safety is most important, and we did have fun."
Then I turned into an ocelot and scampered off. I jumped onto the table and from there onto the wardrobe for safety. Now Salvatore won't take me. Or do stuff to me. It was again, little warning bells in my brain telling me to keep my distance from him. No good intentions at all.
Damon looked at me for a moment and said to Charles, "You first, turn into a lion."
Charles was silent and looked at Salvatore with his eyes angry. Then he changed. Charles was a gorgeous big white male lion while I was a white female.
Damon and I are opposites, and Charles and I are a pair again. We'd been having cat sex during this week, and I'd gotten some good possessive feelings for cats, too. And I had marked Charles as well.
Damon also turned into a lion and did some magic that Charles' lion form was yellow with a rather modest mane. Then Damon took him. He stepped. And marked it as his many times. On top of my marks.
And he did the same for Adam. Somehow, he turned their cat shapes to be regular-colored lions with a modest mane. Jealous, jealous, jealous. Then it was back to human form. He almost made them to be paired with Mariella who was yellow with violet tips on her fur.
So this wasn't about me, it was about men. Fine, but I'm not coming down from here. Damon bit all my marks off both of them with Mariella's help and Mariella bit hers and then fucked whoever was free. Yeah, it was quite a ride when the rest of the Damons came along. And the wolves.
At that point, I teleported to another room and showered, ate, and then wondered what to do. I was so fucking pissed off, as it was. The name of the job all along was, to throw Mimi off the fucking.
It made my vortex, roll again, and sighed restlessly. It was like this unloading had been for nothing as somehow, damon had partially scared me, and then he had shown me that I was not supposed to have mates, no security. I had learned quite a few things about myself and there were aspects that I needed to refine to learn but one thing was that I was smelling pheromones damn sharply, getting intentions, life stories, and motives out of them and they were the ones that had warned me.
I did not have perfect control over my own pheromones and I needed to keep my emotions in check because emotions are the ones that release the pheromones and if I would let my emotions rampage free, good knows what pheromones I might let go. I am a pretty damn strong alpha female with my own power, and it was one more thing for me to keep under control.
Fine, I felt angry enough to know that it was time for me to be a leader. At least I would get something useful done. I was not going to stick around, seeing the rest of the pack was having a group session and that was not meant for me, not at all. Pheromones had told me this, and it had been so clear so to see Adam and Charles soon pushed to fuck the wolves. Not Mariella, as Damon was jealous of her.
If I had stayed on, well, my guess, best guess would be that sex with Damon when he is in that way, would have been rougher than our vampire wedding, he would also drain me, several times as I could smell his bloodlust and my palm ached, our mark. So I would have then probably woken up, velveted to the hilt, used and sore in fully blown velvet poisoning as my body chops velvet in any way it wants. No, thank you. There would not be any pleasure reserved for me, he had might bred me pregnant as well.
I said to Mariella in my mind, pretty damn poisonous voice, "I'm off to the gigs now. Let me know when the wedding is, because I'm not supposed to be fucking in this pack. Oh, this pack life is good. I get my husbands into bed for the first time in three years, so shouldn't the entire pack come and kick me out and then start a group session? You must be feeling really nice now, as they are marked by you and Damon and not by me. I have no idea why my marks are like the plaque to you, why my love for them could not show but no, I am not supposed to fuck, not be with anyone, and no one should smell like me but the whole goddamn pack should stench as peaches." My voice oozed poison, contempt, and hatred.
"As I said, the gigs are calling. Don't bother to explain. I am off work and not sure when I will be back. Sorry that I can't be in there to be abused and used as Damon's blood bag, not my thing. I am sorry because Adam and Charles deserved so much better than used as marked gigolos to keep wolves happy. You, energy witch and whatever you claim to be, could teach or learn to use lust a little more useful than just for fucking. Mimosa is not a mere fucking machine, yet you have turned her and shadow just creatures to upkeep your energy grid. I am not sharing my rage in there. "
I hissed my words to her. Not caring for any explanation or weddings, I was not so sure if I wanted to marry her at all.
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