I sat there on the divan and watched people. Damon was stripping naked and a smaller door at the other end of the hall opened. I looked over and there was movement. Damon had already gotten most of his clothes off.
There was no bedspread on the bed, just sheets and some pillows. A vampire came out of the room, walking a woman, a girl, naked. This one was in good shape, with pretty big breasts, an hourglass body and obviously drugged as she walked around motionless while the vampire walked her. Rebecca glanced at the woman and her expression was strangely pitying.
Rebecca continued, "The sooner you distinguish between yourself and humans, the easier this will be. Remember, you are no longer human, don't feel sorry, they do not expect you to feel sorry for your food... Watch your husband show his strength. Be a vampire. Don't think about what those women are drinking. Focus on how Damon's enjoying himself."
I guess I'll have to be a vampire then. I said to Rebecca, "Do you know how many I have killed, with my bare hands, without sex? More than a hundred and I loved it. Of course, my rage was blown out, but I have a beast inside me too, so don't see me as innocent little Mimi. "
She glanced at me, now sharply. I let just a hint, just a tiny hint of my beast, my rage peek out. She nodded, almost scared.
She said, "You have that side of you, and I can sense you have problems with it. I can maybe help and maybe this will help too. You see, you are not the biggest beast here."
Damon was lying in bed naked now, his cock all erect and ready. His expression was so purely beastly that I didn't doubt Rebecca's words at all. They brought the first girl naked in front of him.
Damon stood up. He kissed her first, her hands hanging limply at her sides, and she didn't resist as Damon fondled her breasts and nipples, biting them. Then he made her lie down. He got on the bed and stroked her. She was still apathetic.
Damon whispered something to her, and she spread her legs. I saw her breathing quicken slightly as Damon went on top of her and pushed in. Fast, huge, and merciless. The woman screamed. I could smell the woman's blood and it seemed to get the other vampires excited about this, too.
Rebecca said, "This is an old tradition. It's been done for centuries and Damon's not the worst I've seen."
Damon was relentless. I heard him grunt, and the woman slowly sobered up. Realizing she was under a vampire, her legs spread wide and innocence was taken at a vampire sex party or so. Tears were streaming from the woman's eyes. I don't know if it was from pain, shame, or both. Finally, Damon stopped and pulled away.
The woman staggered. Blood was running down the inside of her thighs, and some man was already catching her. Damon already had another target brought to him. Damon groped and kissed, and put the victim on the bed, and each time the victim spread her legs herself.
Damon drank his victims dry, perhaps, every 10th victim, often letting the woman go with a cruel smile on his lips, his eyes cold. From time to time he would glance my way and I would be queen on my divan, letting nothing distract me and watching coolly as I ate the small snacks from the tray.
Damon watched as someone else took the woman again and maybe drank a little. Some women endured hours of pain and slow deterioration before someone mercifully drank them dry. Here and there, there was moaning and screaming.
One woman who sat with them on their own divan or couch accompanied the Elders. The tall, stooped woman. Rebecca would talk to me for quite a while before she too might drink a woman to death. Rebecca always chose a victim who was in severe pain, drank quickly and efficiently, and ended the victim's suffering.
She glanced at the divan where the woman and the elders were.
She said, "That bitch, that's Brianna, that elder's granddaughter or something. She never got herself a man, and the known fact is that Brianna had always wanted to go to a vampire wedding with Damon. That's why you get the icy stares."
Briana looked at me with open hostility and I wondered if I had found my poisoner myself. I found it amusing. The fact was that Damon was mine and she couldn't help it. It was funny that I already had a jealous little vampirella here. I picked up my pink champagne glass and looked Brianna straight in the eye, raised my glass slightly, and drank.
Rebecca smiled, and she said, "I can't stand that fucking bitch and yet I always have to be so fucking nice and lovable unless I want to be in a coffin for a couple of decades. "
I watched as Nick walked past the elders and Brianna. Brianna stopped him and said something. Nick looked at me, laughed, and walked away. Brianna was still glaring at me and only when the elder touched her and spoke to the woman for a moment did Brianna look away from me.
I wondered if it was true that Nick would plunge a dagger into the siblings' hearts and keep them in a vampire coma for a long time.
So I asked Rebecca, "Is it the same dagger as the one on the TV show?"
Rebecca laughed and said, " It's not even a dagger. Nick just snaps your neck, locks you in a strong iron coffin, and forgets you there. Have a life like the one on the show. I'd be fucking happy."
There was something bitter and disappointed in Rebecca's voice, but I didn't want to pry, so I didn't bother asking any more questions.
One woman after another lost her virginity and her life. At first, it was a bit disturbing, but when Damon had to fuck a hundred women, it got boring to where I started guessing the cup sizes of the victims.
It filled the room with blood and the stench of sex, while Damon, covered in sweat and blood on his face, had not eaten clean, apparently aware that he wasn't supposed to eat clean. Nowhere was there any record-keeping that I could see where we were going.
Eventually, Damon had taken a hundred virgins, and he was lying on his divan naked. He invited a couple of women to wash up. Then he looked at me, cruel and demanding.
I watched the fate of the women with arrogance. I was a vampire woman, and someone drugged these souls. And they either sobered up a bit or remained drugged all the time. Rebecca had told me that most of the women were the kind that no one would miss.
They weren't anyone's darling children or beloved sisters. They had brought most to Romania from other countries precisely for sex slavery. The elders had just bought the women. All were over the age of 20. And as I had observed, none were underweight or suffering. On the contrary, all the women had had feminine forms. According to Rebecca, this was the ritual by which they worshipped the virgins until now. People had made sure they were fed and kept clean and tranquil. They were cattle. Virgin sacrifices.
Damon stood up and put on his black trousers. He walked lazily, dangerously, over to me and held out his hand to signal that I should get up. I took his hand, stood up, and let him walk to the divan as he wished, myself mostly sitting. He went to lie down on the divan himself and took me next to him again. Now I hadn't had a drink for several hours.
Elders came before us too. The oldest spoke again. "Now it is time for the bride to show her power. "
I was quite surprised. I had no idea that I would have to do anything.
The elder spoke in. " You will be escorted into the chamber. You are drinking supernatural blood just because there will be prey. You must choose suitable prey, lure it, and we will see if your husband will accept it. You show your worth as a wife. But first, your husband will prepare you."
Damon took me better in his arms and drained me almost empty. Waking up somehow, my bloodlust fully opened. I could feel my vampire side awaken.
Damon said in a low voice, "Make me proud, wife, and we shall have a meal together."
Oh, my fucking god. This meant I would have to share my meal. It would not be easy, but this would be a trial by fire. A few young men came by and I rose from the divan and walked up to the chamber.
It was immense space and Damon said in my mind, "Let it go, let your vampire out."
My hair turned white, my nails long, green, and poisonous, and my dress morphed into a lacy black dress. My skin was pale, my lips bloodred. I could see myself in the mirror. I could see that there was a window. Damon, elders, and originals were watching me, too. No pressure. I let the vampire pheromone out, walking slowly, seeing all of these young men, scared of me. I could smell their fear. They were my meals. Nothing more. My vampire was on the prowl.
One guy stood out. He had brown hair; he was something different, not a werewolf, but this was strong. I was lazily walking up to him, letting my pheromones be opened, and my voice was alluring and seductive.
I purred to him more or less, "Come on, you want this, you want to be my meal, come on.."
Step by step, I got closer. My fangs, pink ones, were quite large, and on display. I reached the man, letting my nails make grooves in his skin, making him hiss from the pain, still talking to him, luring him. Just as I was about to sink my fangs into his neck, I smelled passionfruit as Damon had stepped in.
He walked up to me, saw my meal, and said, softly, but almost scarily, "Well done darlin' energy wizard and elemental hybrid. Oh, this will be a lovely meal."
He gave me a boy's wrist as he sank his fangs into his neck. I more or less tore in that wrist and tried to drain as fast as possible. This blood was pure power. Damon was fast to drain him. I could feel the blood flow weakening quite fast, but I keep on sucking, and mauling. I felt when his heart stopped. Damon was right about slurping the rest of his blood and the boy slumped onto the ground, dead.
Soon elders came in and complemented us on our wedding feast, our mutual meal. I had still bloodlust as I had gotten little of that blood as Damon had drained most of it. I kept myself under control. We went back to Divan to lounge.
It was well after midnight by then. If he had taken five minutes per woman, it would still have taken over eight hours. The job started at five in the afternoon and it was now about three in the morning. My predation did not take so much time. I wasn't exhausted, maybe a little bored, and Damon noticed.
His hand went right between my legs and stuck three fingers into my still slightly tender cunt and started fucking me violently with his fingers. I came furiously and bit my lip not to moan loudly.
Damon said out loud, "You're still sensitive. Isn't any amount enough for you? That's how hard you come with just my fingers. You'll make an excellent wife."
His fingers didn't stop, and I came again. I wasn't as bored as before. Damon unzipped his pants and lifted me on top of him again and plunged his cock all the way to the bottom, pulling my hips down.
Then he spun us around and started fucking me violently, kissing me passionately the whole time. Now he was less of a vampire, he had a different grip and now this boy was turning me on, and in a good way. Now this was such a wonderful ride that I didn't mind my tenderness at all, but enjoyed myself and properly.
The thick dick gave no mercy, and I was helpless with my legs wrapped around Damon as I came and squeezed him with my legs. Every time I made a sound, he kissed me, muffling the sound completely. I came several times, and Damon fucked relentlessly through every orgasm. It was as if he hadn't just fucked a hundred women for ten hours straight, almost.
Finally, we exploded at the same time. I didn't even know how many orgasms it was for me. It drenched me in sweat and, for several minutes, I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasms.
I knew we had been fucking for a long fucking time when I was really exhausted and when I looked up; it was still light but clearly; the evening was getting darker. We had been fucking for hours, over 12 hours, but time flies when you're having fun, so they say.
Eventually, the guests disappeared, and I just lay there with Damon, completely limp. We had fucked so fucking passionately and passionately, my lips were tender from kissing and I felt completely satisfied, happy, and totally limp.
Damon was stroking me from the top of my dress. He, too, was sweaty and satisfied, though he was still hard and hot inside me. Now I wasn't nearly as sore from my pussy, but I was completely satisfied. Finally, Damon pulled out and put his pants on.
My body was really sore, and I was thinking how fucking bruised and sore I am all the time, how they just don't get better, but I said nothing about it yet.
We got up and now went into the other room. It was a large bedroom, not where we had spent our wedding night, but more of a guest room for a couple, like us. I sighed as Damon closed the door.
He looked at me and said, " Go ahead baby, take a shower, and let's go to bed for a while, then tomorrow or at dawn we'll be gone. How are we going to wake up? Now the party's over."
I sighed and went to the shower. It felt really lovely, and I was really sore and cursing softly as I washed myself and there were bruises everywhere, Damon's palm or fingerprints, almost. I had quite a vocabulary that I used.
When I got out of the shower, Damon said, " Take the towel off and show me. You cursed so talentedly that now I have to look you over."
He looked at me with furrowed brows as I showed him all my bruises.
Then he said, "Sorry if you're sore, but that's just the coriander. It was probably in your drinks too and they covered it with some kind of odor, the smell of it. But I'd like to go out tonight. You can sleep in the car if you can, but I'm delusional now. But I think it's safest for us to go. Come here and I'll taste your blood. I've got rid of the coriander that was shoved down your throat at breakfast, and it looks like someone has shoved some more in."
I went over to Damon and he sank his teeth into my neck, took his time drinking, and growled, "Yep, there it is again, yes we'd better get out of here, you can sleep in the car, I'll give you the antidote to the coriander and you can get some rest. It's been a pretty wild week for us, baby."
I said, " Fine, we can go, as long as I put some clothes on. This has been, I have to say, the most extraordinary experience of my life."
Damon smiled and gave me one of his own T-shirts and jeans.
He said, " You'll have to wrap the legs, but with the belt, those should hold up. "
I dressed up. He wrapped the legs, and the jeans fit surprisingly well. I'll have to remember that. He sat me down in a chair, called the rental car first, and then did my hair before our car arrived. Then he picked up his bags, and we walked out of the castle. Quietly and silently, Damon didn't want anyone to know we were leaving.
The rental car was a reliable SUV. Damon put me in the front seat. He bit his fangs into my neck and spilled something. Apparently, something to chop the cilantro. He also made me drink some more of his blood. To help fix what the cilantro had destroyed.
He watched me pretty closely as we drove off in the dark. Damon seemed to know where he was going. We were driving in a completely different direction than where we had come from, or where I had come from. I was curious when I said.
I said, " This isn't going to the airport, at least not the one I came in."
Damon smiled and said, " No, baby, we're not going to the airport. You'll see,"
He was looking smug again, and I didn't bother asking when he clearly had a surprise in mind. We drove through the night and as the sun rose at 5 am; we arrived at some sort of town we were driving through.
We had stopped twice, taken a piss. Damon had tasted my blood, watched for the bruises to fade properly, and then velveted or drugged me with some stuff so that I dozed off now and then.
It was seven o'clock when we stopped in front of an enormous house with a for sale sign. The house was made of wood, light green, and had many floors. It didn't look terribly old. It had a large yard and no neighbors nearby. There was a car in the yard and a woman standing next to the car.
I was a bit surprised at what was going on and when Damon spoke; it took me by surprise.
Damon stopped the car and said, "Baby, what do you say we buy a house together? You and me. Together. This would be a sex nest for the two of us. Come on, baby, talk to me."
He wanted to buy a house together. Wow! Oh yeah, I was ready for our sex nest. Totally.
I replied, though it surprised me, "Like what?" " Of course, let's buy a sex nest. But I don't even have my wallet with me."
Damon got out of the car and went to the trunk, opened it, and lifted one of his bags, then came back and handed me my wallet and said, "I've done a little advance planning baby, best just learn that I'm always one step ahead. "
The fox had been planning this ever since we left the key west. He sure knew how to surprise and properly always surprise me.
We got out of the car and bought a house without even seeing it. I trusted Damon. Now we had our own sex nest. Our second house together and we were married, so no power could keep us apart.