Chương 539: 18. In The Shadows.
Bran had once again sedated me after I had tried to manage my heat. I was supposedly robbing him. Bran had once again filled me up and told me two weeks ago that I was pregnant. My heat just wasn't getting enough from his sperm. Then Bran told me that I also had a fertile human womb and I ovulated just in time for our guest. He told me that his guest would get bottom if my smell too and my attitude as well.
Damon walked in. Oh fuck, I thought. That piece of meat look he'd been giving me before he left, and now this. Me so ready to breed when I was tied up and drugged to the bed. Just waiting for him to come and make me pregnant.
Bran said I was already pregnant with his cubs and Damon would get me pregnant in my human womb. I'd make offspring for them both. Bran had made my breasts produce milk, which he drank eagerly. My milk was tasty. My milk production, he said, would increase fertility and now Damon would have what I couldn't give him, a child. If only this would fix everything between us.
Damon came up to me and touched my cheek. "Hello, darling. I heard you were having a little attitude problem here. To me, you smell quite pleasant, actually. Don't worry darling, I'm here to train and guide you again. "
Then he gave me a flank, my head immediately fogged up, and he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Baby, don't worry, I'll save you, just try to be a good girl. "
He stood up and looked at me like a piece of meat. Oh darling attitude, it was a bluff. Fine. Let's see where this ends up, me being in the shed or what. Damon quickly undressed, got on the bed, and pushed into my cunt to the bottom. He started fucking hard while draining my breasts of milk, and soon I felt him shoot his hot load right into my human womb. Oh, how I loved double miscarriages. They took turns fucking me.
Each one filled me with their stuff repeatedly. My lust was over in a week. I was so damn efficiently impregnated. I was still chained to the bed, with Damon now taking care of me, which meant good barbed restraints, a decent strong sedative drip, and I would viscera puree directly into my stomach now and then. I was most of the time almost out cold; he did not jelly me up this time.
Bran got a call a week later and had to leave. I was pretty sure I was going into a shed session, and fast. Bran had a big crisis, and he had to leave. Damon had been impatient, keeping me medicated and not tolerating any protests. It was flank as soon as I tried to move or unload my drugs at all. And he kept me in shape, well, much nicer to get me than tortured into the shed.
Once the Bran ship left and was a good distance away, Damon disappeared from the room for a couple of hours. I was so messed up on meds and I knew it was about to start. I could already feel the fever rising and nausea starting to creep up on me. I knew it was going to be a nasty infection. I just knew it from somewhere. Cramps were starting to come just now, but I had felt ill already, knowing that this infection wouldn't be easy.
Damon came back and untied me from the IV, and lifted me into his arms. He carried me to the medbay, which he had set up. He laid me down on the bed and put an IV line into my central line. He adjusted the drip rate and lifted the boards. I was now a little perplexed.
Then he looked at me and said, " Sorry, it took so long. I had to get Bran off this island somehow. Don't worry, I didn't get you pregnant, but apparently, Bran did because I think you're going to have a miscarriage, but I'm going to take you straight to the operating theatre and cut it all out. All of it. You're getting silver clips if I can put them on, but you have a nasty infection going on, so it might not be possible."
He had just his doctor's voice, one that I had not heard in ages.
"You've already got some infection going on, and it needs to be treated. Charles and Adam are keeping Bran busy. I had to keep you sedated so you wouldn't accidentally expose me because you probably would have noticed. Now, you'll be sedated, and when you wake up, we'll look at your infection. Sleepytime, baby." And then nothing.
Damon carried his unconscious wife into the operating theatre and opened her up. He quickly removed two huge horns from her womb full of pus, and they, too, were in a state of disintegration. He removed the human womb, also almost green, and carefully flushed the entire stomach, spraying a little of his blood in there, calming things down.
Damon remembered how, once upon a time, his blood had fixed everything. Now, its potency had faded thanks to the shed sessions and the rest of his brutality, but that was better than nothing. Even Adam's or Charles's blood did nothing. He tried them, too. He'd kept the collectors in his teeth throughout the surgery and when he carried Mimi to bed, well, at least he had velvet. He put the few bags that weren't velvet on the drip. Mimi's infection would have to get really bad before his teeth would do anything.
So she would need to wake up, and then this would not be easy. He had collected Mimi's files and looked at those orchids and he was amazed by them. He put those files in safekeeping and used his telepathy to remove this knowledge from Bran's brain. This was Mimi's project, nothing that Bran should know about. One day he would want to name those plants, he wanted to have life with Mimi but how?
I woke up in Medbay's bed. It was dark, so it was night. I was cold and freezing badly. I didn't have any cannula or tubing attached. I sat up and had to hold on pretty tight when I was dizzy as hell. I stood up and held onto the sides of the bed as I headed for the toilet. I finally got there and had to lean my head back when I felt so powerless.
However, I got my business done and got up. It was a long walk to the bed, and eventually, I realized I couldn't make it there. I went to the linen closet and pulled as much stuff from there onto the floor as I could before collapsing. I kept trying to pull more stuff because I was so cold. I would fall asleep now and then and wake up to someone trying to take the blankets off me. I grabbed my blankets tighter around me.
Warm and decisive hands took them off me. Passionfruit smelled in my nose, Damon.
I said, " Don't take them. It's so fucking cold, it's fine here. The toilet's nearby."
Damon sighed, dug me out, and carried me to the bed, where he put a blanket over me. It was warm. Some sort of thick downy blanket.
He sat on the side of the bed and said, "Are you a good girl and take your medicine by mouth? This will help. "
He showed me a 20 ml syringe filled with something pink. A fever remedy, I knew that. I opened my mouth and took the medicine. That it tasted bad. So damn vinegary and it had been a big dose.
Damon gave me a straw and said, "Drink this. It'll work a miracle."
I took a sip from the straw, and the bitter taste in my mouth turned sweet. I took a few more sips.
He put the mug down, covered me up better, and said, " Now let's wait for the fever medicine to work, then when I dry you off, it will be easy to drip the antibiotic because you will be weak then. "
I shivered under that thick warm blanket in my time until it gradually stopped and turned into heat. I threw that damn blanket away. It had not been longer than 20 minutes later; the floodgates opened as the fever broke and all my strength disappeared. Oh my god, it made me feel so freaking dirty.
Damon came in and deftly put a cannula in me, and something light green dripped into it. I was like a newborn kitten in his hands, not having the strength to do anything. Then he put towels on the other bed and provided dry bedding and a nightgown. He lifted me onto the other bed to lie naked on the towels, which did suck up all the sweat. He did not use any protective gear, was not afraid of my sweat or anything,
Still, I felt dirty and powerless. He changed into my bed with clean bedclothes, wiped the mattress, and brought me new pillows. Then he came with a washcloth, a basin full of soapy warm water, and a sponge to wash me all over. He also washed my hair and dried and braided it loosely so it wouldn't weigh or tighten.
He talked to me soothingly the whole time, almost muttering to himself at times and sometimes to me. Somehow, he seemed to enjoy that he was caring for me. He helped me into my nightgown and unhooked the IV from the cannula, but left the cannula in place. He put a dressing on it so it wasn't easy to rip off.
He lifted me back into bed and put the blanket over me. He sat on my bed and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. I just realized before I fell asleep that the bag was so light green because it had a good dose of velvet in it. White velvet, not black but effective as well.
I always woke up at night or some such time when Damon wasn't around and stubbornly started to move, only to collapse in a powerless heap somewhere on the floor. The infection was really nasty, and I was a really bad patient. I managed to rip out the cannula and got that site a little infected too, so he had to find some other place to cannulate me. That was difficult as I was dehydrated, and my blood pressure was very low.
After four days, Damon had had enough, fishing me off the floor again. He carried me to the bed and sat on it, sighing. He tried to see if his secondary cannulation site had any signs of infection yet. It was in my neck vein. He stroked it with his fingers, trying to feel that was it swollen or irritated.
He said to me, "Listen, baby, did you know that your infection isn't going anywhere if you keep this racket going? I don't know why you do it, but you always do it, except ..." his fingers stopped on my neck as the idea dawned on him.
Damon smiled, so the tips of his fangs showed.
I said, "I'm probably not going anywhere. I will get better. You don't have to." I could see what he was planning.
Damon took a breath, tasted my blood from my wrist, soon rubbing between his eyes, and said, "Yes, I do. Now you'll get good old-fashioned dental care for as long as my teeth want to give it to you. "
Damon lifted me onto my side of the bed, came up beside me, wrapped himself around me comfortably, and sank his fangs into my neck veins.
It's a strange feeling when my body properly makes sure his fangs stay attached and don't go through my veins. My veins dilated, got thicker, and grew into his teeth, making a seal so teeth can't break off easily. I felt when velvet started to flow, and the darkness took over.
I woke up in one bedroom. There was a note on the bedside table.
It said, "I had to leave, but at least baby, you're okay now, have a good time on the island, or come back to the pack. Your plants impressed me. Do what your heart desires because I did, and it felt wonderful to take care of you, even though you are the most horrible and stressful patient in the universe ever. Maybe one day we could study those plants together, too. Love, Damon."
I got up and enjoyed myself, went to shower, and ate. I noticed the fridge was stocked with food, so somewhere in between, Damon had cooked there. I had no idea how long I had been out cold. He had probably kept me anesthetized after his dental work and made some food. It was just so tasty. It was like always that Damon made food for me. There was everything so perfect in that dish. It is hard to describe.
I never appreciated what he had done for me here, and little did I know that this had been the last time he would give me dental work in a vein for any more times like this. It would be decades and so much would have happened between us.
I was on the island for another three months enjoying myself, exploring the orchids, until Charles put out a message that our animal park was starting to be ready and I should come and make some more decisions. I had my files so full of information and I wanted someday to bring maybe Charles here to see all of my findings but what I knew him, he would make sure that these would be made public knowledge, and oh my god when he would get naming them. Fine, let's go then. I didn't mind leaving. I'd done a lot. The thought of meeting Bran got my blood boiling in a big way.
When I got back to the herd, nothing had changed. Damon wasn't always around, and Charles and Adam took up all my time planning the park. I had not yet shown them my plant files, not yet. The time would come later on. Now I was quite excited about my animal park. So many animals and the best places for them.
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