章節 130: 10. Let Me Entertain You.
We returned to the house, the creaking of the front door echoing in the silence. The Damons and Mariella left to unload, their footsteps fading away. Luckily, there was still time before my punishment. The first thing was to go to a specific room, the wooden floor cool under my feet. I knelt down and lifted the corner of the rug, revealing a little hidey hole.
The musty smell of old fabric filled the air as I reached inside and pulled out a few bags of blood. That demon king. Then I sat on the bed, the soft cushions sinking beneath me, and enjoyed myself. It did not matter that this blood was not warm. This was so damn powerful that it almost burned way down like whiskey or something like that. It was just a fact that alcohol did not really suit me, but maybe someday I might test it again. If I would evolve to better tolerate it.
It was good to bond with Elena, to talk to her. The sound of her voice was comforting, not as sweet and innocent as she had let Mariella assume. She told me her side of the story, how she had been a waitress and she had accidentally thrown that coffee over Damon, her cheeks flushed with shame.
She told me how Stefan seduced her, his words weaving a web of manipulation. She spoke of her love for him, but also the realization that she had a penchant for finding broken souls and trying to heal them, often to no avail.
I told Elena our history, the weight of our shared experiences heavy in the room, and she sighed and said, "I've been in the shed too, more than once, and he always healed me at the last minute. That look, I know that too."
She understood the darkness that lurked within Damien and the real Damon. She had never seen him like he was with Mariella, so she had no idea who he truly was and what he had witnessed. She did not like him or want him. She wanted someone safe, someone who would keep her safe, someone preferably human.
We talked about everything, the sound of our laughter filling the room. It was damn funny to have someone to talk to about girl things. The scent of the forest lingered on our clothes, a reminder of the wolves and Mariella, who were never quite as present or understanding. Elena got it straight when I told her how I didn't fit in. Apparently, people still have this problem.
I told her about my work, and the sound of passion in my voice, and she was very interested. She wanted to do something, to contribute. Maybe someday, if she got the body, she was not sure if she would learn how to shoot, but she could learn how to be a hacker, nurse, or doctor. It was funny for her to think that she would be my doctor and would order me around on our bases.
But as she sat there, memories flooded back to her, overwhelming her senses. The weight of regret settled heavily upon her, causing her heart to ache. She realized that she, too, had been a victim, trapped in her own choices. These memories were not entirely her own, as they had come into her mind as she had woken by Mariella.
She had been put in that pendant at some point, the origins now lost to her. It was like the Damons, who regained their memories upon emerging from wherever they had been. But for Elena, there was no obsession, only a lesson to be learned and a warning to be heeded.
We made a pact, Elena and I, that I would keep her secret. She remembered everything, while others remained oblivious. We feared Damon's volatile reactions, for this Elena was innocent. As for the punishment that awaited me, I couldn't bring myself to worry about it.
My mind was preoccupied with the impending consequences, yet unknown. Perhaps it would involve sedation, Damon restraining me, or something equally restrictive. But for now, I was in no hurry. The anticipation of my vampire side awakening, craving blood, gnawed at me. I cursed under my breath, frustrated with the hunger that consumed me.
My extensive vocabulary fascinated Elena, and I apologized if my profanities had offended her delicate ears. Surprisingly, she expressed a desire to learn them too. We bonded over our shared amusement, engaging in lighthearted banter. I began sorting through the countless cardboard boxes, stacked high like a towering wall in the enormous room Mariella had prepared.
The scent of new curtains and fresh bedding filled the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of my various belongings. I had a knack for finding the perfect niche for each item I acquired, be it kitchen appliances, jewelry-making supplies, or my beloved beads. It was a delightful pastime, but it required time and patience.
As we continued our conversation, I enthusiastically promised Elena that I would teach her how to create various crafts. The joy of having someone to confide in and share my interests with was immeasurable. Later, we ventured to the gym, where I showcased my physical prowess to Elena. In my mind, I imagined Damon as my target, channeling my frustrations into powerful strikes. It was a moment of shared learning, as I passed on the skills Magnum had taught me - the art of hitting, punching, and striking, aiming for perfection.
Damon and Mariella had gone to grab a bite to eat, leaving Adam and Charles in the kitchen. The sound of their conversation abruptly halted when three Salvatores and Mariella entered the room, creating an uncomfortable silence.
It was evident that Charles and Adam were discussing something private, and Mariella, being curious, turned to Charles and asked, "What were you talking about? We interrupted something. Care to share?"
Charles let out a sigh. His worry was palpable.
Mariella reassured him, saying, "Don't worry, Mimi will face consequences, but it's not so bad. There's nothing to be concerned about."
Charles remained silent, prompting Damon to become irritated and demand, "Well, out with it. What's going on?"
Adam looked at Damon and spoke, "You know Charles can sense Mimi's distress. She has again very severe case of MDNS. So it would require us to get her to sleep with us but it is not so easy and now this whole punishment thing. This girl, this creature in the MDNS stage, hasn't slept properly in six months. She may have slept after cleansing her power, but it wasn't enough rest. She's been working with missions, sniping for six months, going to the gym, sorting orders, making bouquets, all without any sleep. She pretends to be fine, but Charles can sense there's more to it."
Damon frowned and said, "Nightmares, huh? Fine, I'll take care of them during her punishment. It's fine. But what else is there?"
Charles handed him an empty blood bag. It had been more or less torn open, like someone with immense blood hunger. Charles's expression was actually really worried. Damon sniffed it, grimaced, and dropped the small bead of blood that remained. The taste was bitter, sweet, and filled with power.
It almost exploded in his mouth as he exclaimed, "Whoa, what on earth is this? Where did this bag come from?"
Adam replied, "I found three empty bags in one of the rooms where Missy has been. That's Demon King's blood, and she must have a blood stash somewhere around here. You can imagine just how powerful her vampire side is if she needs three bags of that."
Damon fell silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well, she'll be one hell of a tasty meal for me. I'll drain her enough to calm down her vampire side. After all, she's my vampire wife, so I can take care of that during my punishment for her."
Then I went to make bouquets, and again Elena and I planned them together. It was a relaxing activity, and I enjoyed it very much. I taught her just by passing as we talked about flowers and stuff and I realized I could be an excellent teacher too. But who I was going to teach, well, it was a different thing. But after the wolves had taken the men and now, it was getting to be a time of need as I had been without a live hot cock inside me for well over two years. But you have to be careful with your wishes. They might come true in the wrong way.
I had been diligently working for a week now, eager to finish my tasks and check if Adam or Charles were available. As I prepared to leave after breakfast, the Damons and Mariella joined us at the table. My breakfast was a sight to behold - sizzling sausages and thick steaks, neatly arranged alongside a vibrant fruit salad. The fruits were freshly chopped, their sweet aroma filling the air. Unlike a smoothie, I preferred to savor the individual flavors of each fruit.
Seated in my designated spot, I had managed to secure some personal space amidst the other Salvatores, who were all vying for Mariella's attention. Naturally, I assumed they would focus solely on her.
However, Mariella caught sight of my plate and exclaimed to Damon, "Look at Mimi's plate, Damon! Sausages and steaks. Do you approve? And why doesn't she have a smoothie? Instead, she has a bowl of delicious, ice-cold fruit pieces. Di told me she's been teaching Elena a lot."
Silence fell as Mariella's words hung in the air, prompting three sets of piercing ice-blue eyes to turn sharply toward me. Just as I was about to indulge in a piece of succulent rabbit and wagyu sausage, Number Two appeared behind me. He reached over, firmly grasping my wrist, and guided my hand to his waiting mouth. His presence pressed against me, sending shivers down my spine.
Leaning in close, he whispered into my ear, "Not for you, baby. It's for me."
He swiftly took hold of my plate, claiming it for himself, while Number One retrieved something mundane and suitable for my meal from the fridge.
Not long after, Number Three swooped in and whisked away my bowl of fruits. He expertly selected various citrus fruits, adding them to the blender with crushed ice, creating refreshing smoothies for both me and Mariella. I had no choice but to obediently consume my fruits once again. Meanwhile, Elena offered no help, instead of laughing and remarking on my colorful vocabulary when it came to the Salvatores and their anatomy. She dryly reminded me that not all of my plans were workable.
Finally, after being served my food and consuming what felt like countless smoothies, I began to eat. However, an unexplained restlessness coursed through me, leaving me unsettled.
Number One locked his gaze with mine and uttered, "Soon, Mimi. Your sentence will begin, and then you will understand. For now, eat. You need sustenance. Or perhaps this will be the last time you enjoy a meal for quite a while."
And I thought, is there a cage, or what the hell? Damon was a smug-looking bastard, and I did not know what he had planned. Let's then not eat. It is not good for us to have fast, but we will do what the precious pack leader decides.
Mariella looked at me and said, " For the next two weeks Mimi, plan nothing fancy, then after that, it will be our wedding soon, and we will be wife and wife too."
Fine. Let the punishment come. I can take it.
I had finished eating when Damon got up and took my hand. He was not angry, more like amused almost.
He took me into one bedroom and said, " Get naked, right now. Put Elena on the table."
Fine. I would not fight and had no idea what this was all about. I had on an oversized tee shirt, jeans, and granny panties. But not for long. I removed my clothes, took the pendant off my neck, and put it on the table. I was not sure what this was all about, but I had had no action well. It was closer for three years now, so I could not help when my nipples hardened. Even I had no need for now. It was just my body's reaction and I could not help it.
He looked at me and chuckled lowly as he saw my reaction. Then Damon took off his shirt and opened his trousers and took out his monumental cock. It was as big as it could be. That was going to be hard to get inside. I was a little afraid and same time it was gorgeous, as I had been without that for so long a time. I could not take my eyes off of it. I had no idea why he had taken it out. Was this some sort of quickie before punishment? Had he gotten my thought that I had been uncorked for so long?
It was huge, purple at the tip, hard, and in the tip of a glistening little bead of moisture. Supernaturally, I mean lust creatures and werewolves, shifters, can grow and lengthen their dicks to a surprising degree. Likewise, they can shrink them. It's just a matter of controlling the blood flow and the same thing guarantees them a more or less permanent erection.
I had now learned that if one man in our pack suddenly had a softening of the dick, then there was some kind of defect, infection, or similar problem with that individual. Meaning soft dick was a diagnostic tool, a symptom if you say, just like a fever could be.
We women, well, we seem to be able to take any size dick inside us just like that. Sure, we feel full, but with no force, an aroused supernatural woman is hard to get ripped. Our pussies can take it and I knew this from personal experience but that giant, thick cock. I was not sure if I was wet enough to get that inside of me. I was pretty dry still as my sex drive had been directed elsewhere when I had used my lust for killing and such.
Damon's voice, filled with authority, echoed in the room as he said, "Now you are coming in my lap."
His words carried a sense of instruction, as if this was a lesson I had no choice but to follow. As I looked around, I noticed a satin shirt reserved for me on the bed, the only item in sight. Moving towards Damon, I watched him stroke his erect cock slowly, making it appear even larger and thicker. With a sense of obedience, I positioned myself on his lap, spreading my legs on either side.
As I lowered myself onto his colossal shaft, I could feel it stretching me open, my pussy lips parting to accommodate its immense girth. Damon's grip tightened around my hips, guiding me to sit upright on his lap. The sensation of fullness overwhelmed me, almost bordering on pain, as if my pussy was on the verge of tearing.
I could feel his cock pressing snugly against my cervix, the pressure causing a burning heat to spread within me. The liquid that had been present was now being rubbed against by his relentless thrusts. Suddenly, I felt the first hot jet shooting deep inside me, a sensation that reverberated in the pit of my stomach. The knowledge that he was filling my womb intensified the feeling.
His massive cock continued to thrust deeper, opening my womb further. Pressing my body against his muscular frame, he fucked me from below, lifting my hips up and down in his lap. As the sensations overwhelmed me, I panted, unsure whether it was a mix of pleasure and pain. Unsure of what to do, my hands remained firmly planted on his shoulders.
As the door creaked open, the number two entered the room, their presence filling the air.
His amused voice resonated, "Now we will secure you in that position. That will be your position for the next two weeks. At least, your sentence can go on if you are not behaving."
Confusion washed over me. I was about to have Damon's cock inside me for two weeks, straddling his lap. The thought of being locked in this position, even if he moved, sent a mix of anticipation and uncertainty through me. I remained silent, unable to find the right words to express my thoughts.
Unbeknownst to me, Mariella and three slipped into the room unnoticed.
Mariella's voice broke the silence, "Oh, that's a turn-on. Mimi fully pierced. I can see how full she is."
Damon relentlessly fucked me from below, his thick and long dick driving into me without mercy. Each thrust left me breathless, building towards an intense climax. When the release finally came, I bit down on Damon's shoulder, the sensation of his flesh yielding beneath my teeth adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Unaware of my actions, I marked him with my bite, the metallic tang of his blood filling my senses. I had just given him a pretty decent mating mark.
He continued to ravish me, pushing me to climax six more times before finally filling my womb with his hot release. The sensation of warmth spread through my lower abdomen, gradually rising higher. Damon rose to his feet, allowing gravity to press his still-gushing cock deeper into my womb, preventing it from closing completely, except around the swollen glans.
Suddenly, the two appeared behind Damon, lifting my legs and securing them against his back. I could feel their energy binding them tightly. Number three approached from behind, taking hold of my hand and delicately placing a satin shirt on me, leaving it unbuttoned.
My hands were tightly bound behind Damon's neck, making me hang on his body with almost all my weight. It felt like his dick was deeply nestled in the center of my womb; the sensation was overpowering.
Unable to grip his body with my thighs, I was completely reliant on him for support. My hips were spread wide, leaving me unable to maneuver my legs and find stability. I was at his mercy, utterly helpless, without his help. Mariella assisted Damon in putting on his shirt, while I had mine on before my hands were restrained.
Damon neglected to button my shirt. Instead, he indulged in rubbing and teasing my breasts, playing with my nipples. Our lips met in passionate kisses, and I was constantly forced to consume his sublingual secretions. My shirt barely covered me, its length providing minimal modesty.
Suddenly, Damon sank his teeth into my neck, drawing blood as he thirstily drank. The sensation of his teeth piercing my flesh sent shivers down my spine. As he consumed my blood, I could sense him infiltrating my mind, merging his willpower with mine and draining a significant portion of my willpower.
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