Capítulo 102: 22. As Long As You Love Me.
Damon blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. Confusion washed over him as he tried to comprehend his surroundings and what he had been doing. Slowly, fragmented memories began to piece together, like shards of a broken mirror. The spell had been broken by true love, and the past few months came flooding back to him.
As he regained his senses, he became aware of the pleasure coursing through his body. The sound of their breathless moans filled the air, blending with the intoxicating scent of arousal. Damon felt the warmth and wetness enveloping his pulsating cock as it plunged deep into Mariella's tight, hot pussy. His knot was firmly in place, locking them together in a primal embrace.
In his haze, he noticed Mariella's drugged state, her mind clouded and unable to resist. He couldn't escape, but he unwrapped his leg around her, not wanting to press his cock any deeper into her womb. The scent of her arousal mingled with something else - the undeniable fragrance of pregnancy. Who the hell had done this to her, and why?
It took hours for his knot to subside, finally allowing him to pull free with a wet squelching sound. Earlier, he had removed the cannula from Mariella. His memories flooded back, reminding him that he had been the boss of a goddamn breeding facility. But as he pieced together who was imprisoned there, he realized that most of the women had been a part of his past. His ex-girlfriends or vampire women who had tried to abuse him. His facility was nothing like Nick's; it was a hybrid.
An idea formed in Damon's mind. He had sent orders to the other Salvatores, when he had been waiting for his knot to subside. This was an opportunity, something that neither he nor the pack nor the magic houses could resist. A supernatural prison with breeding services seemed like an apt punishment for those vampire bitches who refused to let their bodies swell with pregnancy and all that it entailed.
But first, he needed to discover who had set this up and rain hell upon them. Undoing this and assessing the damage would take time. He knew Mariella would be traumatized by the breeding, but he couldn't bring himself to take it away. Instead, he gently stroked her belly, reveling in the satisfaction of seeing her so completely his, pregnant and vulnerable.
As he reflected on the powerful spell that had changed them all, Damon realized that it would take time for them to find their way back to normalcy. He sensed strange emotions stirring within him, fragments of memories of girls he had devoured, killed, and fucked. Recollections of drinking milk from countless women flooded his mind, mingling with regrets for lives taken and his own twisted plans.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Damon knew they couldn't return to work just yet. They needed to find themselves and regain their order. Perhaps a little more time in bed would help them heal and reclaim their identities.
As he walked up to the shower, the sound of cascading hot water filled the bathroom, providing a soothing backdrop. A faint smile tugged at his lips, knowing that Mariella was finally pregnant, although he suspected her happiness might be compromised. They needed to get to the bottom of this situation and regain control of their lives, so they could return to work. However, something was bothering him, causing him to shake his head.
But then, thoughts of Mariella and the upcoming breeding season flooded his mind, bringing him joy. It would be a wonderful time, being with his girls. He reminisced about how diligently he had bred wolves, ensuring their fertility and pregnancy. The scent of puppies and the sight of babies filled his thoughts, making him even happier. Checking on Mariella, he realized she would be asleep for a while, but it was time to devise a plan to resolve this issue and identify those responsible.
Just as he was leaving the room, he was approached by Number Five and Ten, who delivered unexpected news. "We have a confession. Three ladies, men escaped, but Drusilla, Freya, and Rebecca are already pregnant. However, if you still want to impregnate them once more, they despise being pregnant. And as you know, our babies will drain their magic. Rebecca will serve her sentence as a breeding machine, being a vampire woman, she can handle it," they informed him.
Damon nodded, feeling his balls clench at the mere thought of impregnating them again, relishing in the hatred they would display.
Turning to Number Five, he stated, "We will keep this facility as a prison for our enemies, specifically those ladies we discussed. We need more breeders, but this will also provide entertainment for us. We will show them what we are capable of. They will be perfect incubators, introducing diversity while filtering out their inherent evilness. They will despise the experience of being pregnant, giving birth, losing their figures, and producing milk. It will be perfect."
He made his way to the room where Drusilla was. The scent of Lepard and the sight of the feline form atop her caught his attention. They were engaged in a fast and vigorous sexual encounter. Drusilla's moans mixed with the sound of their movements, and Damon could detect the magic and skill Lepard was utilizing to create more wombs inside her. It was evident that she was ovulating, and Damon planned to fill those newly formed wombs to the brim with his cum, ensuring a prolonged and intense feeling of pregnancy for Drusilla.
Damon walked alongside Drusilla, his voice filled with a sickening sweetness as he whispered to her, "That's it, just keep feeling it. Lepard is skilled at his craft, creating fertile wombs within you while ensuring you continue to ovulate. Soon, I will fill those wombs, ensuring you remain pregnant for a long time. How does it feel to know that your mortality is drawing nearer with each passing day? Even as a mere mortal, you'll likely be pregnant until your body gives out and you die."
The scent of Drusilla's clear fear wafted through the air, intoxicating Damon further, and causing his body to respond. He could feel his arousal intensifying, his cock growing harder. After half an hour, Lepard dismounted and walked away, leaving Damon to revel in his perfect plan. He knew he would now proceed to create more wombs inside Freya and Rebecca. But for now, Drusilla's swollen, red, and slightly bloody pussy awaited him. She was restrained, her breasts attached to pumps, with milk flowing almost constantly. The pumping was kept small, allowing time for the milk to accumulate, ensuring constant humiliation as she was milked like a cow.
Turning to Wulfe, Damon instructed, "Cast a spell to slowly erase her memory of potions and spells so she can feel them slipping away. I doubt she possesses anything of value, but it won't hurt to check."
Wulfe smiled and approached Drusilla's head, placing his fingers gently on her temples. Meanwhile, Damon undid his jeans, releasing his throbbing cock, ready to take advantage of Drusilla's spread legs. She was restrained on the table, positioned perfectly for his desires.
Damon positioned himself between her legs, thrusting forcefully into her pussy with a single brutal strike. The pain caused Drusilla to scream, her breasts jiggling with his relentless rhythm. Despite her moans, she was no match for Damon, the lust wizard, a lover of millennia. Drusilla's expression twisted into a mixture of pleasure and hate. The pleasure was not her desire; the pain was her domain. She was supposed to be in control, not the one being fucked senseless. Their grand plan had failed, and she couldn't comprehend why. This was not what she had envisioned at all.
Damon increased the speed and force of his thrusts, grunting hoarsely as he neared climax. He could feel the weight of her many pregnancies in her belly, knowing that there would soon be many more to come.
He hit the bottom of his pleasure, feeling his hot load start to erupt from his cock, causing him to gasp in ecstasy. "Oh fuckk yes, take it all, you witch... fuuckk..."
The sensation of his sperm flooding into the many wombs, whether by spell or magic, made him shudder even more.
He leaned over her, locked eyes, and whispered, "You see, Drusilla, I never discard anything without finding a use for it. I love using my enemies to my advantage. You will learn that too. Oh, the thought of you giving birth, breastfeeding, and birthing more babes and cubs, feeling them squirming inside you... I have blessed them with magic, so there will always be another womb ready to bring forth bigger cubs or babies. You will feel them constantly moving, growing as big as possible with each birth. You have perhaps a week, or less, to experience their kicks and movements. They will weigh heavily, making it difficult for you to move and carry them, but you will do it, nonetheless."
Drusilla, still drugged, was unable to speak as Damon finally stopped filling her. She had been thoroughly impregnated, and the enchanted house would ensure her compliance, keeping her pregnant and weakened.
Damon stood up, looking at her exposed and ravaged pussy. "It may never be attractive again, but it will serve its purpose as you give birth. Not that any man would want to touch you. Welcome to the rest of your life as the breeder of Salvatore."
He walked away, leaving Drusilla in a state of helplessness. Now it was Freya's turn. This victory was beyond satisfying. Freya panted and attempted to scream as the cat raped her, causing her belly to ache. She squirmed and pleaded, but the feline showed no mercy. Freya hadn't even had time to comprehend how her spell had failed, or why she was now pregnant and being used as a cumdump by the Salvatores. She had planned to have them under her control, but not like this. As a black witch, she was not supposed to conceive or carry a child, but she could feel them inside her, absorbing her powers. Even if she weren't drugged, she doubted she would be strong enough to stop it.
She heard the faint echo of approaching footsteps, and her heart skipped a beat. Hope surged within her, praying that it was someone coming to save her. Perhaps Cole or someone else she trusted. As she struggled against her restraints, she despised the pumps attached to her ample breasts, a constant reminder of her milk production.
Slowly, memories began to resurface, revealing the extent of her exploitation in the past months. Anger consumed her, leaving her baffled as to why. Her spell had been a masterpiece, a carefully crafted enchantment. How had they been ensnared by it? The only explanation she could fathom was that something had gone awry, causing the spell to backfire on them. It felt as if her parameters had been tampered with as well.
Squirming and writhing, she fought to break free, but a massive leopard pinned her down, ravaging her mercilessly. She realized they must have been affected by the spell's effects, their primal instincts overpowering reason. His cock was colossal, rigid, scorching, and rough with spikes. The scent of her own blood mingled with the room's stagnant air as it dripped from her violated pussy.
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing the dreaded Salvatore and Wulfe. She had hoped to lure Wulfe to her side, but drugs clouded her mind.
Still, she attempted to negotiate, her voice trembling with desperation. "Maybe we can set aside this debauchery for now and talk. I am still your kin, or at least Mimi's."
Damon's response was cold and unforgiving. "No, you are not. I know Nick is no longer a tick, and Mimi did what she had to do. She followed the old ways, severing that bond permanently. Rebecca was daggered at the time, and I suspect he released her after Mimi's revenge took its toll. Somehow, Rebecca still remembers him as a tick. It's not my problem, it's your family's issue. But, Freya, I won't show mercy. Not to my enemies, not to those who dare to attack me and mine. Your existence will be a living torment, a perpetual state of suffering. Despite your status as an Original, my offspring will drain every ounce of your witchcraft until you are mortal. And with the speed at which that leopard has impregnated you, even as a human, your body will wither under the strain. When the end finally comes, the magic house will support you, ensuring you are more than prepared for your demise. But first, you have wombs that need to be filled."
Freya was also present at the table, her legs spread wide, her body covered in blood after Lepard had finished his task. Lepard jumped off and meticulously licked her clean, causing Freya to gasp in surprise. Her pelvis involuntarily moved, reacting to the sensation, and she cursed under her breath, frustrated by her own weakness.
Damon wasted no time and swiftly thrust his enormous, rigid cock mercilessly into her, causing her to shudder and moan as she climaxed repeatedly. She refused to be weak, but her body betrayed her as it continued to tighten around Damon's cock, milking him until he finally released his seed into her womb. She could feel every drop seeping deep inside her, further impregnating her. Once Damon was finished, he informed her, just as he had with Drusilla, about her pregnancies and the magical properties of her milk.
There was no room for negotiation, and the Wulfe spell would extract her knowledge for the benefit of the magic house witches. Damon looked at her cruelly, satisfied with his plan. This would send a message to Nick and eliminate one of his enemies, turning her into a breeding machine. Damon mused to himself, confident that Nick would never see this coming, as he walked towards his next victim, Rebecca.
Rebecca was restrained in the same manner, and Demon had just finished wombing her.
Damon approached her and explained, "This is a lesson about actions and consequences. You attacked me, and this is what happens. I am not the same person as before. You may have seen this as an opportunity for a sexual encounter, but when you attacked my pack, Mariella, and the others, I will retaliate. However, unlike your sister and Drusilla, you will not perish. Instead, you will be bred. I will make you bear countless babies for my pack and let's see if a few decades of this will teach you any sense. It won't be pleasant, but it is your punishment, your lesson. And as you already know, I am an excellent teacher."
Rebecca pleaded, "Mimi will help me. She will assist me. I am her friend, and she will come to my aid. I may have been selfish and childish, but I will do better."
Damon fell silent, memories of Mimi flooding his mind, but she was nowhere to be found. One more complication, but first, Damon unbuttoned his jeans and taunted Rebecca with a mocking voice, "What's the matter? Don't you want me to take you? Come on, this was once your life, being fucked by me. This time, there will be consequences."
With one forceful thrust, Damon pinned her to the bottom, ravaging her mercilessly. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room. He gripped her hips tightly, exerting his dominance. As he continued, she could feel her breasts swelling with milk, a mix of pleasure and discomfort. Damon reveled in the power he held over her, relishing in Rebecca's disgust at being pregnant with his child. It was the perfect display of control, his grip on the reins unyielding while she remained utterly helpless.
This was just another exercise for Damon, a way to assert his dominance and leave his mark on every breeder for their pack. There were always vampire bitches seeking him out, but he had a foolproof plan. He would lure them in, knock them out, and when they woke up, they would be fertile and ready to be impregnated. The perfection of it all thrilled him, knowing he would have plenty of offspring to carry on his legacy.
Once he had impregnated Rebecca, and noticed the witches from the magic house approaching. Also, he saw Mariella walking too.
Damon approached her with an apologetic tone. "Sorry, darlin'. I took care of our enemies. This was a spell by Freya, but it went awry. My guess is that she used Mimi as a power source, but I can't recall Mimi at all. Soon, we'll be ready to head back home and have a little break. You look cute when you're pregnant. I'm sorry if I traumatized you. Being drugged, restrained, and used mustn't have been pleasant."
Mariella assured him, "It's fine. I'm fine. Where are we? What's the nearest place?"
Damon replied, "We're in Boston, so Pack Manor is the closest. I know Mimi has her own mansion, but we shouldn't go there until we find her."
Mariella nodded, feeling exhausted, pregnant, and bewildered. There were fragments in her mind that didn't belong to her, likely remnants of Mimi, deepening her understanding of her alter ego. She had been a different version of herself, an amalgam between her and Mimi and others, too. It would take time for them all to recover from this ordeal. She glanced over and saw Magnum embracing Shadow, while Wulfe assisted Mimosa. It was time to go home.
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