บท 94: 14. Scatman.
The pack had a wild vampire heat that lasted a month; it helped them all, and Damon felt his thoughts clearing up and being less cluttered. He got clarity again, which helped keep the change in place, and when this fever was over, he would unravel Mimi himself and there on the secret island.
He had a plan for how to harness all that power to himself and no need for others or those boulders. He would upgrade his chakras and his magical symbol so he could hold up all of that power to himself. He was greedy, and he had the means to do it as Mimosa had found yet another stash of Mimi, this time chips of precious stones and crystal.
He would embed those into his chakras, and into his magical symbol creating then power storage that could easily take all the power that Mimi would release into him and he would not be overwhelmed by it as those crystals would hold the power and regulate it so he could control the flow of it.
That island would be just the two of them. It would be their paradise, their place to unload and be together. He could easily teleport stuff out of there if needed, but no one would ever come in there. He knew that, and he would never take Mariella there. He already had the plan and the execution pretty much in place. He knew Mariella would be fine after the heat, and the jealousy would be gone again, and it would help that Mimi had been baking and making chocolates for a few weeks.
Mariella was competitive and liked to bake and do many good things, so it would be a bit of a rush for Mariella to get Mimi in shape. One thing that he had done, was extract Mimi's information and skills on those chocolate and sugar works, and give them to Mariella as a gift, as she was keen to try them out. She had her own vision of things and Damon knew it would keep her busy quite a bit as she would make chocolate creations with salvatores who were very competitive as well.
But then he'd written in Mimi's records how much she was dependent on her powers, and how it all worked, just in case that information was ever needed in the future. It would be good to do extensive study on her powers someday, but it would require anesthesia and a medical setting, and she was not willing.
The name of the job was simple. He would seduce Mimi, talk to her, get her to take him to the island, and unload her there alone, on their island. He knew it would not happen immediately or fast, but he knew how to be patient and suitably tenacious and persistent so that Mimi didn't have too many options. And he knew Mimi well. He would have to be on his top game as a seducer and it was difficult with Mimi, as she was so different to seduce than Mariella.
Damon surveyed the entire pack, his gaze lingering on the glimmering chips embedded in his chest and chakras. The room was filled with anticipation as everyone awaited his words. With his shirt unbuttoned, the magical symbols and chips were on full display, catching the light and casting an ethereal glow. Mariella's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and understanding, realizing the power Damon now possessed. Determined not to be vulnerable, she quickly cast protective spells around herself. Damon's smirk grew, sensing Mariella's defiance, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Damon spoke, his voice steady and authoritative, leaving no room for objections. "Don't worry, darlin', I'm not coming for you just yet. Now, let me explain the plan once we return to the pack."
He walked to the center of the room, which was elegantly furnished, resembling a lounge. The pack members sat attentively, awaiting his instructions. The air was charged with a mix of tension and excitement.
"The job is simple," Damon continued, his voice now laced with a seductive tone that captivated the pack.
"I will seduce Mimi. No objections, no jealousy drama. I will do whatever it takes to succeed. Mimi will be in the kitchen, engrossed in her chocolate work. That's when I'll make my move. Seduce her, touch her. And if I'm lucky, I'll convince her to join me in bed. It won't be easy, but I will claim my prize. And once we've indulged in our passionate encounter, I'll persuade her to take me to that island."
A momentary pause filled the room as Damon's gaze locked with Mariella's, who seemed relieved that his target was Mimi. The pack was spellbound by his words, drawn in by his seductive allure.
"I'll strive to be assertive and commanding in bed, exuding an irresistible allure. My words will be sharp, allowing her to gauge my mood effortlessly. I am ready to dominate her completely, leaving no room for hesitation. Our passionate encounters must be intense and passionate, encouraging her to surrender and trust me implicitly. She must witness my unwavering control, granting her the bravery to embrace my fervent desires, letting me unload her. There is little room for choice in this matter, and I will not yield to her requests."
He dismissed all other ideas, cherishing those precious thoughts that glimmered within him, radiating warmth in the morning sun. Mariella's gaze fell upon his chakra, empowered by the crystals, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through her. She feared the strength he would possess after releasing such fervor, perhaps surpassing even Mimi, if only temporarily. His voice grew more commanding, a menacing hiss.
"Once we reach the island, I will unleash my desires upon her. It will be our secluded haven, untouched by the world. No one will lay claim to this island; it will belong solely to Mimi and me. Its existence will remain hidden, concealed from prying eyes. There is nothing you can do to hinder it, Mariella. Nor anyone else, including the Salvatores. Once I have fully expressed my desires and unloaded her fully, we will return and observe the pack's dynamics. Hopefully, I will regain control of my primal instincts by then. Only then can we ignite the passion within the pack and fulfill our natural calling. Undoubtedly, the lady will be an active participant in this endeavor. And I will be in complete control."
His voice resonated with pleasure as he envisioned his plan unfolding flawlessly. Mimi, willingly surrendering beneath him, consumed by desire, and fulfilling their purpose through breeding.
"Do you have any more questions? I know my plan is very vague, and I'm only giving it roughly and not sharing every detail, but we're a chaos pack, I'm going after our strongest chaos, and I need to be super flexible and ready to improvise right off the bat. You can't afford to plan every single detail and then go after the chaos with a plan. You're only going to get hit on the nose and hit it hard."
Damon looked at everyone for a moment, and then they were ready to go, ready to put one little alpha chaos in check to help this one out and show how they could change now and then. He could feel energies and powers flowing through him so much better with his upgrade. Nothing was forever, and Mimi would learn again that they could bounce back from their bad habits and learn.
I stood in the bright kitchen, the scent of freshly baked cream puffs wafting through the air. Soft footsteps approached the door, accompanied by the intoxicating aroma of passionfruit, meaning my first husband, Damon.
His voice was gentle as he spoke, "Well baby, we're back. I see you're feeling better, and I'm truly sorry for the misunderstanding with the guys. If you want, you can teach them another lesson, and I won't interfere."
I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his as I replied, "Nope, I won't do it again. The whole point was for them to experience it without knowing my intentions. It's useless now."
Damon stepped closer, lifting my chin and locking his gaze with mine. He whispered, "One day, baby, I'll be stronger than you, and you'll be at the mercy of pleasure once again."
There was a hint of darkness in his voice, but I took a step back and said, "Well, we'll see. What do you want? I'm fine. No need to check up on me."
He walked a few paces to my left, next to the table where my cream puffs sat. Damon picked one up, seductively taking a bite. My god, the way he ate was tantalizing. Shaking off the distraction, I focused on the ovens, pulling out the next batch.
Damon complimented, "These are good. What did you put in them?"
I replied, "Raspberries and cream, cream cheese and curd, sugar and vanilla."
He grunted and finished the puff, then looked at me and remarked, "You know, yogurt could work too."
I remained silent as I walked to the fridge, retrieving freshly picked strawberries for the next batch - strawberries and whipped cream. I reached for a sharp knife, intending to split the puffs to allow them to dry slightly for better-filling retention.
Just as I was about to grasp the knife, Damon appeared behind me, pressing his body against mine. I could feel the hardness of his desire against my back, his strong fingers taking the knife from my hand.
His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "Little girls shouldn't play with big knives like this, baby."
My face flushed with embarrassment as memories flooded my mind, the first day I met him. I was almost paralyzed, succumbing to his seduction. He grabbed me and moved me aside, leaving me speechless. With a smirk, he opened the profiteroles, still holding the knife. Stepping back, he made room for me to slice the strawberries with a smaller knife. I had also set the cream to be whipped, and it was nearing completion.
Damon drew closer to me, his body pressing against mine as he pinned me against the counter. I could feel the cool surface against my back as he leaned over my shoulder, dipping his fingers into the creamy substance before bringing them to his lips. The taste lingered on his tongue as he offered his fingers to me, and I obediently cleaned them with my mouth.
My arousal grew, making it difficult to control myself as a surge of power coursed through me. The intensity of his touch ignited a fire within me, and I could feel the ideas taking shape in my mind. Suddenly, his hands slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, finding my sensitive nipples. His fingers danced skillfully, eliciting a shiver of pleasure as he nuzzled my neck and stimulated my alpha chakra simultaneously.
His teeth grazed my skin, teasingly seductive, but the sharpness of his bite only fueled the power inside me. I knew I had to maintain control, lest I push him over the edge and overwhelm him with my unleashed abilities. I could sense it, the energy swirling within me, desperate to be set free. The threshold was so freaking close.
Whispering into my ear, his voice darkened with lust and need, Damon asked, "Baby, are you almost done? I can show you what I'm capable of. Consider it my way of making amends for the torment I've put you through."
His voice was low, filled with seduction. His hands continued their ministrations beneath my blouse, driving my body wild. I couldn't help but release a contented sigh at his touch, succumbing to the pleasure.
Another sigh escaped my lips, mixing with the scent of fresh strawberries in the air. But now, there was an additional aroma of champagne, adding a touch of indulgence to the atmosphere.
Gathering my voice, I replied, "I'm filling these with cream and fresh strawberries. It'll take a moment."
He chuckled huskily, responding, "You can leave that. Soon, someone else will be filling you up. What I have in store for you isn't cream or strawberries, baby."
He pressed himself against me, his hard, thick rod pressing firmly against my back. His hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and contour of my body. My desires had taken a dangerous turn, and I struggled to maintain composure. His touch was everywhere, slipping beneath the waistband of my skirt. I instinctively closed my legs, attempting to resist the overwhelming sensations.
"Naughty little bitch, start spreading. " Damon murmured softly in my ear. He was now pressing me against the counter with his body.
I held my legs together and said low, dangerously, " Make me spread them, Salvatore, if you can."
There was a certain edge in my voice. I hoped he would notice it and he would have the sense to stop it before I pushed him too far.
He stroked the top of my pussy, explored my thighs, and then took his hand away from there. He still pressed me against that damn counter and did not ease up much. I wondered that had he had not seen danger signs, well it might be good to warn him. Well, then I would see if he was up to this. The power inside me made me quite wild, and I really did not care what would happen next.
I had a gleaming, sharp knife resting on the polished table, its metallic surface catching the light. With precise movements, I had sliced the succulent strawberries. As Salvatore remained oblivious, I discreetly grasped the knife in my hand, turning to face him. He persistently pressed himself against me, a smirk dancing dangerously on his lips. His intense gaze bore into me, igniting a fiery desire. Suddenly, he forcefully grabbed my head and kissed me with a ferocity that bordered on devouring.
Feeling the cold, unyielding steel of the knife against my palm, I tightened my grip, mustering my resolve. Without hesitation, I plunged the knife between Damon's ribs, aiming straight for his heart, and twisted it. I could sense the blade piercing through flesh, a metallic scent of blood filling the air with each thump of his heartbeat. The kiss abruptly ceased as Damon grunted, his eyes locking onto mine. A wicked smile crept onto my lips as he stiffened.
Maintaining a firm hold on the knife, I pressed it deeper, relishing in the power it granted me.
I tauntingly declared, "Now I've shattered your heart, Damon, and it's for the best."
My voice emerged hoarse, a potent mix of warning and challenge. I withdrew the knife, lazily licking it clean with a few deliberate strokes. Damon pressed his hand against his wounded side, his smile mirroring my own. His expression exuded darkness, danger, and an irresistible allure.
He murmured, "Oh, you're in a mood, but let's find our secret sanctuary, a place beyond anyone's reach. I crave that, little girl."
As doubts flickered in my mind, I pondered if it would be wise. Yet, if a dire situation arose, I knew I could swiftly establish a new hideout. I sighed, contemplating the possibilities.
"Are you certain you don't need help? I possess formidable power," I cautioned.
Damon laughed, his voice laced with confidence. "So do I, baby. Let's discover who truly dominates, shall we? I promised you a surprise, and behold."
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing intricate magical symbols and embedded stones adorning his chakras. A smirk played on his lips, mirroring my astonishment.
Observing the transformation, I remarked, "I see you have undergone an upgrade, but is it enough?"
He nodded, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "My beloved, I can handle it all and more. This infusion will maintain a steady flow of power, allowing me to harness it at will without overwhelming me."
Acknowledging his assurance, I felt my own power preparing itself, aligning with his.
I replied, "Fine, let's go to the Irish mansion first; we can get to the island from there."
We went through the portal to the Irish manor, and Damon looked at it for a while. He was obviously wondering when he could bring the pack here. It had not been visited by Pack. I had no stash here, so Charles had not been in here. It was the virgin house, so to speak.
I said, "Come on, if you're absolutely sure. Like I said, I am powerful. I can feel the power swirling, and it is not yet too late for you to back off."
Damon approached me. He said nothing but slammed me against the wall, kissed me passionately, and ripped off my underpants. One little magic spell and we were naked. He pushed his thigh between my legs, parting them, and I ate his sublingual secretions with gusto. He pushed my pussy to the bottom at once, and I felt like I was going to burst.
The hot intruder showed no mercy, and when I had finished emptying Damon's tongue, he strangled my throat brutally and fucked me mercilessly and hard. My pussy was on fire, and I noticed how fucking horny the man in my pussy was. He had glued me to the wall with almost nothing but the strength of his own body and was fucking me hard and violently.
It had been a while since someone had taken me so passionately with this rawness. I had to breathe, and I shouldn't have come, but now I was in such a wild mood and naughty that I came, anyway. We ended up in the master bedroom before we even got to the island, and goddamn, we had a frenzy.
Neither of us could get enough of each other, and our passion had no limits; we had no boundaries; we showed each other our opinions on everything and fucked and bitched our frustrations at each other. This was not making love on the beach, and this was not passionate, normal fucking.
I don't know what we were even doing other than fucking and twisting. We were kissing so violently that I felt like Damon was eating my lips off. This was us, two powerful creatures showing each other with everything with their bodies had their opinions on each other. Two forces of nature were fucking. Neither of us was anything like human. We were more than supernatural, too.
We rolled around; we fucked the entire room from floor to ceiling and there was no position that was too hard for us. Yes, I was still very limber as I found the most bizarre places to put myself and challenge Damon to fuck me; he was surprisingly agile as well and inventive too.
We had both been on top of each other and now it was not a bad thing; he was not frustrated with me. This was no wrestling, this was us.
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