The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

I slowly awakened, my senses gradually coming back to me. The hazy memories flooded my mind, and it took me a while to recall what had transpired. The last thing I could remember was drifting off to sleep on Two's lap after he had fed me once again.

As awareness returned, I realized the sensations enveloping my body. I struggled to make sense of them. I realized I was lying on my back, my body growing uncomfortably warm. I tried to move, but found myself unable to. I was tied up, the pain in my wrists told me that much. It appeared something heavy was weighing me down, rendering my arms immobile.

My mind was in disarray, but I roused myself enough to pry my eyes open. My vision was blurred, my eyelids felt crusty, and my mouth was parched. And then, I saw it - Salvatore was on top of me. Naked. Confusion flooded my thoughts. Why was I trapped beneath this man? And why was I bound in chains? Where was I?

I attempted to shift my body, to regain control over my limbs. But as I did, I felt a searing heat surge deep within me, accompanied by powerful thrusts that reached the depths of my uterus. I could feel several uterine horns forming inside me. It dawned on me that this husband of mine was not just having sex with me, but rather, he was breeding me. My body was no longer empty, but filled with his seed. This must be number one.

I was imprisoned, my legs spread wide, his colossal cock buried deep within my womb, claiming me as his own. His fangs pierced my neck, his powerful arms holding me in place. Amidst the chaos in my mind, a single question persisted - why? How did I end up in this situation? And how long would it last? What was the purpose behind all of this?

As the sensations continued to flow, I detected a distinct scent of pungent passionfruit and his pheromones in the air. It confirmed my suspicion that this was indeed number one, engaging in dental work and impregnating me. But still, the questions lingered - why? How? And for how long? My mind was so damn drugged that I just could not make sense of anything.

His thrusts grew more forceful as he realized I was awake. I could hear his amusement in my mind as he spoke, taunting me.

"Oh, my little pet, filled with curiosity," he chuckled. "Fear not, for the master will guide you. Your focus should be on being a compliant little pet, breeding obediently beneath me. Do not tempt me to assert dominance; you are but a helpless pet. And when you behave, this experience will be pleasurable for you as well. The master is here to help, to correct your flaws, and to prepare you for the task of bearing my children. Embrace your fate, pet. Learn that this is your rightful place - beneath me, legs spread, wet, and ready to be used and bred. Resistance is futile, my pet."

I was completely helpless, unable to escape the situation. I felt bound, with a large, throbbing, hot cock penetrating my pussy deeply. The man on top of me had his teeth pressed against my neck, taunting me with his words about how a good pet should behave. I attempted to squirm, only arousing him further, causing him to thrust even harder. It was a new and unfamiliar experience for me.

Despite being heavily drugged, I couldn't deny that there was a strange pleasure in it. Something coursed through my veins, muddling my mind. Every inch of my skin stung, and my breasts felt uncomfortably full. My thoughts were constantly clouded, drifting in and out of sleep, only to wake up and find the same scenario unfolding.

Damon had never spent this long in decades, feeding from my neck to replenish his strength, not even tending to any infections, just performing his role as a protector. It was hard for me to comprehend why he used his teeth instead of the usual IV method. The drugs had left me too disoriented and used to even question it.

Sometimes, I would be awake as he suckled from my breasts, eagerly consuming all the milk I produced for him. His fangs would then find their way to my neck, or he would bite me all over, causing my skin to sting and almost itch. Each bite only made my mind hazier, as if there was something in his bites that affected me.

Damon spent two weeks with Mimi, who remained awake throughout. He would talk to her, ravish her body, making her climax and keeping her under the influence of drugs, all while his teeth remained firmly in her neck or sinking into her skin. He also indulged in nursing from her breasts, gorging on the warm, delicious milk. It was an immensely pleasurable experience.

During the last two weeks of the heat, Damon took care of Mariella, as per her insistence, while Mimi was free to explore and nourish herself. Once the heat subsided, Damon would impregnate all the women, with an eight-week gestation period, in Mimi's opulent mansion in Detroit.

This was not their original residence, one that Mimi had bought back in the day and it had been just for her and Damon, which had been left to the pack during those seven years. They rarely spent time there, as it held great significance for Damon and Mimi, and he didn't want to disturb it.

However, Mimi's grand mansion, complete with guesthouses, a pool, a lake, and vast gardens, beckoned Damon to claim it as his own. Then, with delicate precision, he would carve a magic symbol into Mimi's skin during her pregnancy, the sharp edge of the blade creating a faint scent of iron in the air. The symbol would serve as a gateway, allowing him to tap into her powers once more.

Within the depths of one of Mimi's sanctuaries, a pack's house would emerge, where the cries of newborn babies would mingle with the gentle rustling of leaves outside. It would be time to remind a certain young lady that sharing is caring and everything hers is his, too. Mariella had gotten a new power of attorney done, so that was already on.

He was again Mimi's legal guardian, and this time it had even more oomph to it when they had presented to judge the dangers that there were for Mimi. So she had a genuine need for a guardian, also financially, too. Those threat reports had been very useful and Damon had put many people, including Magnum, Wulfe, and Murdock, to deal with them and he expected results.

Mimi, eager to learn, would absorb every new lesson presented to her, while he, her husband, with his heightened senses, would decipher the intricate dance of pheromones, synchronizing the start of that journey with the creation of their offspring. It would be a display of his prowess, a testament to his skill. Again, a new ability for him to have. 

Under his watchful eye, Mimi would thrive, enveloped in love and care, while he kept a close eye on number four, who proved to be more difficult than number two in his time. Patience would be required, as number four struggled to find stability.

As Damon pondered these thoughts, he found himself enveloped in a comforting warmth, as if his old tricks, like loyal pets, had resurfaced, unveiling his true potential. No longer burdened by shame, he realized that there was another side to his actions.

Women, referred to as pets, would experience a life of bliss. No pregnancies, no hardships, no solitude, no heartache from losing a husband to war. Instead, life as a pet meant indulging in fine cuisine, a handsome vampire who could provide pleasures beyond their wildest dreams. Damon took pride in this newfound realization.

Ultimately, he wondered, what mattered more: the length of one's life or the quality of it? Was it not preferable to have a good life, be it short or long, rather than a wretched existence filled with endless struggles for money, sustenance, and well-being? A life where parents mourned the loss of their children, where spouses were torn apart, and diseases ravaged until all that remained was a frail skeleton enduring years of suffering.

Age truly brought wisdom, Damon chuckled to himself. Someday, he thought, he could share these ancient tales with Mariella and perhaps even with Mimi, stories of his women and pets, of the complexities that came with being a vampire. He also realized that Damien had slumbered for extended periods, even years, without stirring within him, confirming that it had all been him.

He resolved to teach others, to guide women in embracing their vampire selves fully. Mimi, his star pupil, would require special attention, and he would personally mentor her, his beloved pet. Oh, the joy and satisfaction he had derived from that experience.

I woke up alone, my body covered in bite marks that tingled and stung. As I glanced at the table, I noticed a note with elegant, ornate handwriting that read, "Explore and indulge, my pet. The heat still lingers for a few weeks, keeping me occupied. But afterward, my love, we shall create our offspring in Detroit. With all my love, Damon."

The scent of passionfruit filled the air, lingering on my skin, a reminder of Damon's mark on my pheromone gland, returning me to my role as the pack's alpha female. Resigned to my fate, I stepped into the shower, each drop of water intensifying the sting of the bite marks.

Thoughts of my Detroit mansion, my sanctuary for the past, in those seven hard years, filled my mind. However, the prospect of raising a pack of pups there seemed incongruous. Perhaps I could move into one of the six spacious guest houses, originally intended for vacationers.

These houses had fallen into disrepair after the previous owner's financial downfall and failed attempts to sell during foreclosure. I had acquired the property for a bargain, overseeing the renovations myself, as it was conveniently located near one of our bases.

Memories of recovery and solace flooded my mind, but the idea of nurturing and raising children in this place didn't quite fit. There was another room in the mansion, a hidden chamber filled with all of my energy and feeling stones, a secret that did not bother me, but I pushed it aside, aware of the telepathic presence monitoring my thoughts.

I focused on exploring my surroundings, starting with the kitchen, where the absence of anyone else was noticeable. The house was engulfed in the heat-induced euphoria of my pack mates, leaving me to my own devices. I retrieved food from the fridge, brewed a big pot of coffee, and enjoyed my meal in solitude.

As I ventured further into the house, I discovered that not all the rooms were interconnected, such as the hamster storage, but it didn't bother me. Stepping outside, the warmth of the sun embraced me as I took a refreshing swim, relishing in the freedom and tranquility. I indulged in eating and drinking, replenishing my energy. Without a traditional gym, I improvised, running and climbing trees, reveling in the freedom of my feline form.

A few weeks later, time flew by as we enjoyed ourselves. The air in the kitchen was still, and I could feel the heat dissipating. The men had taken breaks from their wandering to rest and cool off, while Mariella and Damon continued their passionate encounter, as they always did.

There was still so much tension in the air. I had briefly spoken with number four, but number two quickly entered the kitchen, instructing four to retrieve some meat from the cold storage. It was as if number two was protecting me from number four, and it felt incredibly strange. 

I was standing in the kitchen when Bran walked in. He approached me with a cold, almost menacing look in his eyes. There was an unsettling aura around him, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it until he spoke.

His gaze fell upon Damon's bite marks, and he uttered, "Oh, little girl, you're quite adorned. But don't worry, I'll take care of that."

Suddenly, he pinned me against the wall, using a spell to hold me in place, and forcefully bit into my shoulder, erasing Damon's mark.

He repeated this for each mark, his voice dripping with malice. "Damon is with Mariella. He doesn't care about you anymore. He won't mind if I tidy you up a bit, little girl. I remember everything from that year. I remember how Damien had his way with you, how he filled you, and how your belly grew and moved with his children. You were beautiful. You were meant to be a mother. That was your purpose."

I was paralyzed with fear as he spoke. It was as if he had reverted to the way he used to speak when he had been present, that year a long time ago, not the original wizard.

Bran continued to bite and then lifted my shirt, his hands groping my breasts. "Oh, I love it when you're full of milk," he whispered. "Soon, I'll get to drink some of your milk again."

With each bite, the pain intensified, and my skin began to burn. I was frozen in terror, unable to move or escape the torment. The spell held me in place, rendering me completely helpless.

Meanwhile, Damon and Mariella were lying in bed when Damon suddenly felt a wave of distress and fear wash over him. The two weeks he had spent with Mimi, his teeth in her throat, had heightened his sensitivity to her emotions. Now, her overwhelming terror and fear flooded into him, causing him to sit up in alarm.

He quickly cleansed himself of energy and cursed under his breath.

Turning to Mariella, he said, "You were right about Bran's greed and desire to evolve as a wizard. Somehow, he has kept those wizard memories, and now he's tormenting Mimi with them. She's paralyzed with fear."

Mariella's furious curse echoed through the room, her words laced with a vibrant array of profanity she had learned from Mimi over the years. As she hastily dressed herself, she declared, "Fine, I can quickly concoct a damn potent potion that'll wipe out any memory that isn't Bran's. But do you really want Bran to suffer the consequences?"

Damon remained silent, his gaze steady as he calmly stated, "Let's carefully assess the situation before deciding on the repercussions. We mustn't act hastily, but rather evaluate and then act."

He promptly informed the other Salvatores of the dire circumstances. They swiftly made their way to the kitchen, where chaos reigned. Five and seven clung onto number two, who was on the verge of attacking Bran. Three and four held Bran tightly, while Mimi, trembling with distress, was enveloped by ten, who tried to comfort her.

The air crackled with tension, saturated with powerful emotions that electrified the room. Bran's face twisted with sneering rage as he attempted to conjure spells. Adam and Charles were restrained by six and nine, their eyes filled with a murderous intent. Samuel stood nearby, motionless, his gaze fixed upon his father as if possessed. The fury of the Salvatores permeated the atmosphere, palpable and suffocating.

Damon sighed heavily, realizing that the situation needed to be defused swiftly, or it would spiral into something far worse. Formulating a plan in his mind, he spoke with calm authority, now assuming the role of the pack leader.

Addressing number two, Damon asserted, "Control yourself. Bran is about to be administered a potion that will erase the wizard's memories. Greedy as he is, he believed there might be valuable spells or knowledge within those memories, but they will soon be gone."

The tension in the room eased slightly, and Damon's gaze shifted to Mimi, who winced in pain as ten attempted to console her. In his mind, ten relayed, "Bran bit off your marks, leaving a trace of his own, and now the lady is allergic to his marks."

Damon sighed again, understanding Mimi's fear of the medical bay. This one lacked a flank implant, so there was no fast way to get her calm down. That allergic reaction was causing her distress and agony. However, Mimi's unwavering determination shone through.

Number two assured Damon, "This magic will make you smell like yourself. Like number four if you choose to use it. I'm alright now. There's no need to hold on any longer."

Damon examined the spell, put it on, and came closer to Ten and Mimi. "Baby, baby, come on, come on, that's it, that's it, come on, smell it, come on, it's all right, shh... smell it, that's it.... good girl, just calm down..."

When Damon lured Mimi away from the ten and got her to calm down with the scent, he relaxed, too, as the awful terror and fear eased in Mimi's mind. This was the downside of having a proper connection, but then again, it wasn't a downside. It was important that he could sense Mimi's distress and, more importantly, help her. And what a sacrifice the two had made in giving him the spell. Well, he could have helped Mimi himself. Damon didn't quite understand why the two had done it. But he was grateful anyway.