The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

I was safe. Somehow, Damon got the scent right, which was almost the only thing that calmed me down and stopped the panic. I didn't know why the whole thing was freaking me out so badly, whether it was a reaction to this new fear of mine.

I didn't know. The only thing I knew was that I had hung my life on Damon in distress, smelled the familiar scent, listened to his heartbeat, and somehow sensed that he was also really pissed at Bran, but that he was calming me down was also fundamental to him.

We ended up in the main or my bedroom, and it took me a while to realize that we were already in Detroit, but now I wasn't thinking about the future. I was just safe and let the rest of the panic go.

Damon started undressing me, talking soothingly, touching and stroking, and I got some pretty delicious sensations. He healed Bran's bites off and bit his own, which felt very nice. I could feel him inside my mind. He was draining some things in my neck, making my allergy go away and giving me a good buzz. I was relaxed and experiencing some pretty fucking hard pleasure, and I wondered if I could come from just biting him because my cunt was already all wet, and I was pretty fucking ready to come.

 Damon kept on biting me, and I came. I arched my back; it was something so amazing, and I realized he was now using some of the old skills he used to have, and, oh, I was grateful; yes, this boy knew how to handle me well. He truly knew the woman's anatomy so freaking well, and mine especially. I was in seventh heaven pretty much. 

He kept touching me, biting me, sometimes harder, sometimes gently. I didn't even notice that he was already fucking me at the same time because I was floating on a cloud. It was something incredible, and every time I came, I came so hard I didn't think it was possible. It did not matter that I had no chakras burned in place. He called them somehow, seduced them too, and intensified my sensations, making them tenfold. 

I was arching, panting, sweating. My mind was somewhere in a dimension of its own. There was just Damon's voice, telling me how he was making me react, how I was reacting. He whispered in my mind, guiding me, making me feel, just feel, do nothing more than feel.

The voice kept repeating in my mind, "Baby, don't think, just feel, focus on feeling what I'm doing to you, no thoughts, just feelings, sensations, focus on them."

I obeyed, and the climax after climax was absolutely incredible. I was floating in a cloud. This was something that I hadn't ever experienced. Somehow he wasn't even making me feel his gigantic cock rowing in my fuck like a giant piston.

He was making me focus on the pleasure his teeth were giving me; his fingers, his nails, and his teeth on my neck brought such hard climaxes as he greedily drank my blood and lots of it. Then I was all fucked out, limp and sweaty, and I was still shaking as he drank my blood slowly, naughtily, and stroked all the time.

 He said in my mind, "My prey, my beautiful prey, and all mine, do you feel baby, how you come inside me when I drink your blood, how your soul belongs to me, how I please you and take you to heaven, soon you are free to float away, just let go... let pleasure take you... surrender to it...that's it... just feel..."

I felt my heart slowing down, my mind shutting down, and my breathing being more than just light puffs. There was no panic at this time. Only pleasure, warmness. His love felt a force of its own, almost.

Just before my blood ran out and my heart stopped, he murmured in my ear, "Congratulations, baby. We have just conceived. Eight weeks, baby. Then our babies will be born, and we will take care of them in the pack and for a long time."

He was still drinking my blood, my heart stopped, and my consciousness shut down. In his arms, I realized he had once done this to his victims, made them experience incredible pleasure, and killed them, but not brutally. The victim had just fallen asleep in his arms—a deadly embrace.

Damon left Mimi to recover in bed and went to knock up Mariella pregnant. The number two would become the father of the wolf babies. He would let no one else make babies with Mimi, and he was surprised that he actually had no problem if Mariella ever made babies with some other Salvatore but not Mimi. And that wasn't his Alpha side, not at all.

It was him, and he had now sort of taken in their entire history with Mimi, not just the time he'd been with Mariella. He'd realized that although he wasn't always in charge in those years and that Damon wasn't entirely him, it was him, and so that time, everything they went through, was important. Damon remembered their time together much more than he had before.

Number four had shown him this side and even it was so embedded in him that he could not call it forth. He was not number four; he still had those memories, those feelings fully intact, and he was ready to accept them fully. Number four was his own. Now he would be something new and only time would tell what he would become. Damon was actually curious to see what he was. He had over the years learned to take something from other salvatores, making him change, and now number four offered to him a whole new array of things and feelings to be explored. 

He was growing as a man, husband, and person even because he was now using his old abilities and skills. He realized that at one point he had been subconsciously ashamed of those abilities, seeing himself as nothing more than a bloodthirsty beast who fucked his victim before killing it. Still, he saw now that he killed his victims because he needed the blood, and he saved them from a miserable life for decades. 

He was in the process of self-learning and it did not require this time Mariella for him to get these ideas. It was all his own thoughts, and he knew his path would be long and happy, at times at least. He liked to notice these things; they made him try harder, be better, and be whole and he knew he could coach Mimi toward the same thing. It would take time and it would not be easy, as she was stubborn and did not like to always change.

Damon also learned that he gave mercy himself. If he went back to old bad habits, fine, then next time he was ready to improve and try to learn, time after time, until he would get it right. He felt great first time after a long time. He felt more to himself, old himself than he had felt in years. Hell, decades even.

It would not be easy to get Mimi on the same path as she was stubborn. She was so different from them all but her stories, her experiences. He wanted to hear them. Maybe someday, they could go on missions again, this time together. make fleas theirs, like she had once dreamed, hoped even. Damon thought how incredibly sexy Mimi was as leader, and how he would go in her office, ravish her against her desk, in base, letting everyone see it. 

I woke up out of bed and remembered as I reeled off what I had been through: I was pregnant. Babies, somehow, I was looking forward to this time very much, and then I got up and went to the shower. I didn't look at the phone and assumed Damon was with Mariella. No one would bother me, so I took the shields off.

My body had changed a lot in those seven years, and I wanted to keep it a secret for some reason. I used my very subtle camo power, just a hint that my body would look better than it was. When Damon had kicked me out at the time, he had stopped wanting to be with me, and he had, in time, enlarged my breasts, my clitoris, and my labia, made me a little more feminine, and all of that had gone when he had kicked me out.

And when that life was hard, I wasn't eating, and I was stressed, my healing wasn't working, and the wounds were leaving their scars. I had many scars on my body, old bullet wounds, stab wounds, whip marks, bite wounds, and other injuries and traumas I went through. But I didn't want to show them to anyone.

My body, now without chakras, or a magic symbol, looked pitiful. I was pale, and skinny, like a child almost, and I knew I had been like this for years. It was also the body of the leader, who had been in the field. It was not a body of a cherished wife, beloved. My body told about my past. Despite that, every time I saw myself in the mirror, I flinched. It was one reason why I did not have so many full-body mirrors in my many houses. 

I washed myself and my hair and felt many scars all over my body. I was vain, maybe, and partly, I didn't want to show how hard those seven years were on me, literally leaving their mark on my skin. My scars were memories of that time. Maybe I would heal someday fully. I didn't know if it was just vanity, hiding the true state of my body, or if I was just fooling myself, and I didn't want to tell anyone how much that time affected me.

If I were afraid they would run away again, feel guilty, I didn't know. I hadn't looked at my phone, and I wasn't aware that I had actually slept for three days after Damon knocked me up. I still remembered the incredible pleasure, all those sensations, the whole experience, and somehow, I knew that at some point, I would have to show these scars, but not yet. It was not good to keep too many secrets. Maybe I was just getting tired of all of my secrets. 

I did not want to upset him. Not really and it had been so a wonderful experience and all of that pleasure and I was not sure to whom I was going to reveal my body, number two could be a good option, but I was really unsure of number four still so he was not an option. 

Damon had gotten Mariella pregnant and now wanted to see how Mimi was doing. His cocktail had kept Mimi resting for a few more days, and he had already done a few surprises for Mimi here in Detroit. But first, he prepared a breakfast tray and went to take it to Mimi. It was carefully thought out, completely on his radar because he had drunk Mimi's blood and knew his business.

Charles was making breakfast for Mariella and would also take her breakfast in bed. Damon was the protector of pregnancy for everyone, but he looked over Charles' preparations and approved them. One thing he wanted to do now was to make the protector work more prominent, and he would set an example.

Mimi would learn to be a good girl again and eat just as she should. Damon felt a great sense of satisfaction at being able to obey this instinct, and he realized that this was such a big part of him that denying it would only hurt him. He would promote this side and also accept every side of himself, telling other Salvatores the same too. Mimi being really challenging to feed, it was just good that there were ten of them feeding her. 

Damon walked into the bedroom without a sound, put the tray on the table, and heard the water running. This would be a little surprise for her. Fine, Miss was in the shower, and Damon would ensure she dried herself sufficiently. He went to the wardrobe to get Mimi another change of clothes. She had chosen herself just oversized, men's tee shirt and leggings, nope. He took a button-down shirt, silk shirt, and lace panties, not the cotton ones she had chosen for herself. He took the tee shirt to himself. It was just his size. 

He put clothes on the foot end of the bed, in the soft seat that was there. He looked through the open door of the bathroom in the mirror at the reflection. Mimi looked somehow thinner, and her back looked as if there were some scars. He took a step closer to see, but then Damon bumped into a trash can, which made a noise.

He looked irritably ahead of him, at his feet, that damn trash can that had revealed his being here, and when he lifted his gaze back, Mimi's back was normal-looking, and she wasn't that skinny. Damon thought nothing of it, as he just figured it was a distortion in the mirror.

Mimi soon came out of the bathroom wearing again over a large bathrobe, black with green, purple, and blue peacock's feather patterns. Somehow he knew that was a brand robe, not cheap, and it made him want to take it to himself. She was wrapped up in that thing and it hung on her ankles, so she almost stumbled on it. 

I was washing when I heard a thump, my heart raced a bit, so as a reflex I thought, fine, "Camouflage on and quickly. " Then I finished washing myself and put on my Moschino bathrobe, an oversized one. This one went right down to my legs to my ankles and dried really well. It was a little long, but I kept hem up so I would not trip over it. It was luxurious microfiber velour, and I padded out of the bathroom. To my surprise, Damon was in the room. He looked at me with one brow raised questioningly. 

He had already picked out my clothes, my selection had not been good enough for him, and a giant tray of food was brought to the table. Damon looked at me momentarily, concentrating, and called for a light pink thick robe.

And walked over, opened my robe, grunted, and said, "Oh baby, you get me new robes and wear them so I can smell you in them. You are such a good wife. I took that shirt too. It was just the right size, baby, so thank you."

He took my robe off over me, looked my body over sharply, and put on me this pink robe instead. It was not too big, but luxuriously thick and warm. He had a towel in his hand and he wrapped my hair on it, so they would dry off faster. 

He said, "Well, that's better. Now you're going to eat, and then you're going to dress. Let's look ahead, my wife. What we do here in Detroit, you can be sure that everybody is exploring, and decorating."

His voice was calm and smug same time. I did not resist at all. I was a little irritating about him robbing my shirt as it had been one of my favorites.

He spoke to me, directing me to sit on the bed and pull a tray in front of me," We salvatores, including me, have also learned to decorate and furnish rooms to our taste. It's fun when you're in the mood, and oh baby, we have such a full stock of everything. The funny thing is that every Salvatore has its taste. I would have thought that they, I mean, we have a kind of the same taste, but the years have made us more different than I realized."

I nodded and was a good girl. I went to eat and drink, wondering what I would do next. I had my craft room with computer-controlled sewing machines and could make my baby clothes. Then, I had a fabric dyeing room for a whole new method. I hadn't dyed fabric that way before, but the idea of dyeing my fabric and making baby clothes out of it seemed fun.

 I knew that women's libidos would be on the upswing pretty soon, at least for the other three, so Damon would probably be with Mariella, and the wolves would take as many men as they could.

A few salvatores would probably cook and cook some more, and I knew or more of maybe I suspected them to make actual baby food if we would take care of our babies for so long. 

Mimi came by to eat, and Damon smelled her pheromones carefully, but did not know what they meant. He had taken the ability during breeding and he could feel it, but how to use it? Then he remembered how Mariella had always taught him to take the information straight from Mimi's mind. Fine, he did that and started looking in Mimi's mind for information and skills to use this pheromone reading skill, taking all he could.

There was a truckload of information and tricks. Soon he knew pretty much everything, and he also shared his knowledge with everyone else as well. It took little time for him to gist of it. Then he started applying. He understood Mimi's intention to be alone. The lady had some stuff to do and some plans in the store. He also discovered that Mimi had secrets, something she didn't want him to know. Curiosity got the better of him, and Damon sniffed more. He focused, trying to find those secrets. Or one secret that she had. 

There was almost a twinge of pain, some past thing, and Damon wondered if that pet thing had brought some memory to the surface now, but no, not that either. Somehow, he got the idea from Mimi's thoughts that whatever she was hiding was connected to those seven years and those knots, those memories.

Damon wanted to help, to go through them so there wouldn't be any more rot, and Mimi was pregnant now, so their babies would be strong, and it wasn't healthy for Mimi to have any terrible memories in her head. Babies were curious, and they liked to explore their parents' thoughts. This ability was nifty. It was fun to find out these things. 

Damon concentrated and then looked at the energies in the room. Is there any terrible energy in this room, any memory? This had been her bedroom all of those years. He looked at Mimi, and her skin seemed to glow a little as if there was a very subtle, very mild energy.

Damon furrowed his eyebrows and tried to identify what energy was and why. He went over to Mimi, touched her arm lightly, and felt. It was camouflage energy, and Damon didn't understand why now, but he wanted to see what Mimi was hiding.

When Damon touched my arm, I looked at him. His eyes were electric blue; he was looking at the energies, and he had detected my camouflage. He looked at me sharply. 

I tried to eat, and after a while, Damon asked, " What are you hiding, baby? What's wrong? Are you thinner or what?"

I had almost finished eating, and I said, "Nothing that important. It's just vanity why I cover myself. There's no medical emergency. No need to worry."

I kept my voice cool, not letting my emotions be heard. I hope even though it was a small hope that he would let it go. 

Damon sat down next to me and said, " You show me, see, I can suck this right off, do a little spell so you don't get the camouflage on because we'll share it, but I'll give you a chance to show yourself."

 I sighed and finished my meal. Keeping things to yourself in this pack is getting harder and harder. This could end up another bout to him going to fuck Mariella for a long time. But it is what it is. Time to face the music.

Then Damon teleported the dishes away, sat on the bed, and said, " My lady, show me."

I took off my robe and let my disguise drip off. The truth came out, my breasts were not between C-D cups, but between A-B cups, my skin was paler and full of scars, my hips were narrower, my ass was non-existent, my thighs were thin, and I had no curves at all. My body was pitiful and childlike, and my muscles made it even more non-feminine.

Damon looked for a moment, shocked. He had actually flinched at first and said, " What happened? Why?"

He was frowning and not understanding at all. 

I replied, " Those changes you made, my breasts, my hips, my pussy, all disappeared when you kicked me out of the pack at the beginning of that seven-year-old year, they had your will and you did not want me anymore so your willpower went away, I reverted to what I was before that and it was such a hard time that I got scarred. I'm vain. I don't want to see myself. Maybe I'm just who I was then. My body is a living reminder of that time."

Damon stood up. His expression was all over the place. There was pity, self-hate, curiosity, and empathy. He touched the whip marks on my back; feeling the hardened texture beneath his fingertips, the bullet wound on my side, and the bite marks all over my body.

Damon couldn't believe his eyes when Mimi's body was revealed, another direct result of his mistakes. He felt those scars, their texture. There were so many scars, and each scar held a story or memory that was not pleasant. He could heal the scars completely; he could get Mimi's body back to what it had been, but the memories associated with these scars would have to be revisited.

So that there wouldn't be pus, and when Damon touched the whip marks on Mimi's back, he knew that every memory was bad. Every single memory was accompanied by pain because these injuries hadn't come easily. He informed Mariella of this.

Then he said, " Baby, now you and I are going to go to bed. You're going to come into my arms, and we're going to go over these scars together, just the two of us. I will look at these memories and mark them, and if I need to do anything to them, I will put a shield on them so the kids can't get to them. We're going to go over them together, and then we're going to look at them in a pack, too. Every scar will go away, every memory will fade, and I will fix your body the way I want it."

We went to the bed to lie down, and Damon took me in his arms and bit my neck. I felt the substance flowing, and it made me relax.

Damon kept talking in a soothing, calming way. "Shh. Baby, relax. Now close your eyes, and you can see I'm in your mind. Look, we are sitting in a movie theater now, and there is just a screen now. What we are going to do is I am going to touch a scar, and you are going to let that memory come out, but you are not experiencing it; instead, that memory is just there on the screen: no pain, no memory, just a movie. You don't even have to watch; you are just there under my arm, totally safe, smelling my scent, and listening to my heartbeat. It's okay; there is nothing to worry about. "

I felt him touch the bullet wound, and the memory came on the screen. I wasn't watching. I was just that he was going over scar by scar, still not healing any. He was whispering soothingly all the time.

He said, "The pack will help heal those scars away. They can see, too. They have the right and the duty to see, feel, and see your past."

I lay on the bed finally. I didn't know how much time had passed. Damon suddenly bit my breasts, making them grow again between the C-D cup and almost up to the D cup. He bit my neck with substances, my ass grew, was more feminine, and my hips and thighs were also more beautiful. And my pussylips and clitoris grew too.

The scars were still there, but Damon said, "Soon, we will call the pack over. They will get to go through the scars too, and each one will get to heal the one scar they go through."

He sank his teeth into my neck, drained something, and I passed out right there.

Damon called the pack into the same room. Mimi was still asleep, and the entire pack was stripped naked, as was their custom. But then it happened again, as it often does. The pack found each other, and Mimi was asleep on the couch. The pack was upset about Mimi's scars and experiences. And Mariella missed Damon.

She was mildly jealous of how Damon took care of Mimi and then fucked her, but at least Damon was with her. Time went by, and none of the pack remembered what they were in this room for. The group session took its toll, and no one even noticed when Mimi woke up and left. The Lust struck again, and they had to get unloaded, had to get each other, had to fuck.