The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

I was completely oblivious to Damon's sudden outburst, as he had a tendency to become jealous and react impulsively with violence. It was a recurring occurrence in my life. He had been ignoring me, treating me like I was invisible, until I surrounded myself with my pack members and my husbands, and we were all happily engaged in our work. That's when he exploded before my eyes, accusing me of forgetting about him.

I was getting tired of his behavior and retreated to read and rest. No need to rile him up anymore. This was just our marriage. I was always the one who had to give. There were no compromises, not really. He said, and that was it. But it was not like with Mariella. Mariella said, and he obeyed. I knew I had time to connect again with my four when the time passed by, when Salvatore calmed down, and found Mariella and a few bedrooms. 

I was nestled in a cozy bedroom, one of my secret hideaways, though not so secret. The room had an L-shaped layout, with the door leading to a view of the window, a couple of bookcases, an inviting armchair, and a small table. It wasn't a suitable space for intimate encounters. I had designed this like that. No need to come and fuck to my room.

However, upon entering the room, a hidden section revealed itself. There stood a luxurious four-poster bed adorned with a massaging water gel mattress, soft silk, and satin sheets, accompanied by plump, fluffy pillows. A delicate antique nightstand added a touch of elegance. On one wall, a fridge was embedded, stocked with delectable treats and refreshing drinks. The room boasted excellent ventilation, ensuring a consistently cool and comfortable atmosphere.

This was one of my little nests that I had done and it was the perfect room for me to read, relax, enjoy, being alone, but it was fine. I had time. I was freaking immortal.

Lost in the pages of a book, I suddenly heard the door creak open. Someone had arrived. The sound of soft footsteps drew nearer, and soon enough, Damon emerged from around the corner. His gaze fixed upon me, radiating fury, though his drunken state was unmistakable. No words escaped his lips, but he cast a spell upon me, rendering me immobile. He was drunk as a skunk, but it did not affect his magic. 

Approaching the bed, he snatched my book away, seized my arms, and fastened them to the wall with spiked shackles he had conjured from thin air. With force, he stripped away my clothes, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Finally, he brandished a syringe, plunging it into my heart, causing me to succumb to unconsciousness.

When Damon had knocked Mimi out cold, and undressed her, he took his clothes off, spread Mimi's legs, thrust his cock in one brutal strike in Mimi's pussy, and fucked her. He pressed her heat point same time, fucked brutally and fast, hard, and came into her.

He had opened her womb, and he flooded into that defenseless womb with his heat substances time after time. He hit her, bit her, fucked her. He fully succumbed to his rage, and being drunk, intensified it to the max. Salvatore's rage was burning in his mind. He knew she was immortal, and she needed to learn. He gave her substance from his teeth that slowed her healing, so she would get bruises and cuts as he continued to abuse her with no sparing his strength, and he had done quite a number out of her when she came to.

It all brought only a cruel smile to his face as he witnessed her bruised, battered body, feeling her tight, wet, hot pussy around his cock. This was as it should be. Maybe next time she would think twice. 

The drug that he had used would keep her sedated for hours, and he would always give her more, to keep her helpless, get her in deep breeding heat, and then he would make sure that the rest of the pack would get in heat too. He probed with his telepathy, making sure she was feeling it. She was helpless, drugged, used, and abused. He was now determined to make her come in heat and breed. To be with him. His bitch.

When I woke up or came to, the first sensation was pain, Damon punched my ribs with his fist while fucking me brutally, then he strangled me, and made a spell that prevented my body to absorb oxygen so I depended on breathing, I was actually suffocating, sedated and it took a lot of strength out me when panic struck and I fought tried to get some air in.

He was not seductive but furious and he abused me, hit me, and was violent. He had never been this violent towards me, and I just had no idea why. My mind was way too drugged to even speak. He kept me drugged, but feeling the pain, fucking me, using and abusing me. Making sure that I could tell no one.

He pressed on my heat points. I could feel the heat coming closer as he continued to use and abuse me. I had no sense of time. These drugs kept me unfocused, very confused, helpless, and weak. I was in pain; I was the victim and fully unable to do anything. He kept me drugged, scared, and weak and used some psychic pressure on my mind as well. He bit me, and I was not healing as I should, but bites ached and bled, scabbed over. I was full of bruises, but now he didn't keep me in shackles anymore.

I was limp, drugged, and he turned me on my belly, lifted my backside, and started fuck from behind, pressing still my heat points, he had flooded so much into me that my belly was distended and he pressed and massaged both of my wombs making them stretch so he could fill them even more. It was beyond painful, but my mouth was so dry that I could not even moan properly and my jaw was broken too.

After three days, fucking Damon was happy. Mimi was in the heat. He had already put it on and it was the strongest breeding heat possible., Mimi was bruised, and quiet. He had not drugged anymore, so she was quite clear-minded, but fully under control. He had let her jaw heal so she could speak, but she stayed quiet. She did not look at him. She kept her face expressionless. She was limp, not fighting back. Like sex-smelling, bloody rag doll.

He turned Mimi again to her back, spread her legs and thrust his cock in her cunt, and fucked hard and fast, grunting and growling. 

He whispered to her, "Now, bitch, now you are in heat. This is breeding heat as you can sense and now there is nothing you can do to prevent this. You will get pregnant and properly have so many litters, cubs, puppies, and kittens, not babies this time. You will be under control as my alpha female and do once, as you are told."

Mimi was silent. Damon struck his palm across her face, saying, "Oh, little bitch is silent, well don't worry, I smell when you have eggs for me to fertilize so I will be there."

His rage had not really subsided, and it had flooded through that hive mind and pack bonds to every male, igniting their rage as well.

He flooded into her womb and looked at her bulging belly and put a strong, thick, mucous plug into her cunt. Then he lifted her to stand, took again the spiked shackles, and put her arms behind her back. Mimi's breasts were bitten all over, her nipples were long as he had made her lactate and drank her milk. Not anyway, gently. He left Mimi sitting on the bed while he went to shower, cleaned himself, and dressed too. Mimi was naked. And she would stay that way, too. 

After Damon had put me in shackles and went to shower, I sat and waited. These three or four days had been a horrible experience for me, but I kept it all in, not showing my distress at all. Damon had abused me, hurt me in a way that was pure pain, no pleasure, had made me lactate, and sucked and bitten my nipples so that they hurt every time he nursed. I kept my face neutral, not looking at him. Not fighting, only suffering.

My pussy was stuffed, and everywhere in my body hurt. I was full of scabs and also scars. I was in breeding heat and a strong one, too. But what came to puppy time, I was not so sure, time would show me then. Damon came out of the shower, dressed, and grabbed me, to stand.

He said, "Well wife, let's go to breakfast. The pack is waiting. I told everyone to come. "

He led me to the kitchen naked, full of bruises and bites. I kept my head down. I was not gonna make this anymore worse. Everyone looked at me, as he marched me, my hands behind my back, naked, bruised, dirty, to my place. Then number two stood up and got food for me. He did not utter a word as number one oozed danger right about and he had his pheromones wide open, and there was the selection of them. Not all of them were meant for me, but for other males as well. 

Mariella kept her expression under control and said nothing as I shook my head mildly, so Damon didn't notice as he was getting his food. Damon came back and opened his pants as he sat down, then he lifted me onto his cock and my pussy was sore as that mucous plug had someway irritated my already quite sensitive heat pussy.

He fucked me as he ate, gave me food from time to time and then he looked at Mariella and said, his voice was not friendly at all," Well, darling, what do you think? Our alpha female, my Mimi, my wife, who is impaled by cock, is in heat. So when you have eaten you came here and lick her pheromone gland as I fuck her, as long as you take to get heat. This is strong breeding heat so it should not be too long, and number two, as Mariella comes to lick Mimi's neck, you fuck her, from behind and hard,"

Number two nodded. His expression was beastly, too. Pheromones were affecting him, too. Plus salvatore rage flooded through that hive mind, making every salvatore into beast. When Mariella had eaten enough, according to number one, she came to me, tilted my neck, and licked my pheromone glands. Damon had bitten them raw and kept my pheromones open. I could hear number two getting up, Mariella's pained grunt as he fucked her very brutally and hard. Soon I smelled her blood.

After fifteen minutes, Mariella was ready, and Mimosa came next. Same thing, number one fucked me all the time, and very brutally, while number two right about raped Mimosa, and after her, Shadow. When all females had the heat on, Damon sank his fangs into my throat and drank my blood, so long until I passed out. I was just glad that I got a little reprieve from this. 

When I came to, I was on the sofa. Other women were naked, bitten, and bruised too, and I saw Damon fucking Mariella, who had tears in her eyes. Then when he was finished with her, other men had fucked wolves in that time.

He stood up and said. "Fine, now we are going to have wonderful long and passionate heat on one island in New Zealand and I shall breed with all of you, you shall have two days in a week while you are fertile, need to be bred and I will breed you, other times you are free range for everyone else. And what comes to this heat, as you can see, it goes to our head. So we are quite passionate."

Now I had no idea what the future would bring us, what kind of litter we would have and how was I gestation be. I lost again my faith in Damon, but I kept that fact hidden and deeply hidden. Only time would tell me, and I could not see the future. If I had, maybe things would have turned out differently. 

Then he teleported us. Mariella was the first to breed. I was walking on the beach. This was a beautiful island when Charles and Adam came to me. Both of them smelled me, and they were rough. This was no lovemaking on the beach. These were brutal. I was bitten, beaten, fucked, but my heat just took it all. Everyone was enraged more or less and violence and brutality were the gist of this heat. 

And when I walked onto the beach after three days, when they had to look next victims, I saw Mariella sitting on the beach. Number two and four were approaching her, and they oozed danger, and brutality. I got number three with me and he was just as raw. Mimosa and Shadow were in breeding with Damon, so the rest of the salvatores were at me and Mariella.

After two more days, I was once again free; I took my jaguar form and thought to go swimming, but Damon came at me, and out of the blue, grabbed my neck and mounted me, bred, and a lot. He did not get out of me, in two days at all and when he then left, I changed into a human and my belly was distended again. Now numbers two and three took me again.

This heat was the most brutal that I have ever gone through, but it went on. Males seemed to enjoy it, and females, well, we took it like it was supposed to be taken. Mariella was always first, and after her, wolves got three days and I got a weekend of breeding. After each time I was bred, action with others was even more brutal and painful, but somehow it went in this heat. Like it was supposed to be shown to us, females, how weak we were and how powerful males were. 

After twelve long brutal weeks, it was over, when Damon got off me, last time. And he changed into a human and went to find Mariella. I changed into a human, exhaled, and stood up. Now I needed some of my time and I did not want to see or be with anyone for a long time. My body had had it. I needed to heal both physically and emotionally, and it would take time.