The forest fell silent. Something was happening. There was movement under the great oak, the ground was shaking, and something was coming up. The birds were silent; the deer stopped to watch; the squirrels gathered in the branches to keep watch.
What had happened had woken her. Something had woken her, and she knew who. They have released him, now properly awake and when he wakes, the balance will see that she wakes too. Everything is always on balance.
The shaking took time as something rose from the ground. Finally, a sleeping person lying on the ground, this was a woman, opened her eyes and then she sat up. Her platinum blonde hair reached down to the small of her back and her dark green eyes looked around.
Slowly the birds sang, and the deer came to look closer at the woman. She stood up. She was wearing a silver dress; it was as if a cloth had just been wrapped around her.
She stroked the deer's head, smiling gently. The wound on the deer's leg healed, and the deer ran into the forest, now healthy. She sighed and smiled, laughing. She set off walking in the forest. In her footsteps, the flowers of the forest grew.
Her laughter still rang in the wind for a long time, telling all that she had awakened. She knew the other would sense her awakening, but no, it wasn't time for them to get together yet. She thought of a name for herself on the way.
I had bathed and showered and rubbed myself until I bled. Charles had come in, gently rinsed me, and wrapped me in a bathrobe. Then he had fetched me food and drink. I ate slowly. I wasn't hungry. I just felt strange when I had a need that needed to be filled. I was bruised all over, and not really hungry, but I was not throwing up yet. I was drugged still. Vervain made my head hurt, sedatives and whatnot they had pumped in me, kept me almost numb. There were not many emotions in my mind.
The need made me feel restless and strange. Confused. I always automatically think that during a rush; you are horny and in need of sex. I wasn't actually horny, but I smelled of heat, obviously because Charles's dick was clearly erect. I should give it to Charles. I'm a fuck toy. Loose pussy, if he would want me even.
Charles saw my expression and said, " Eat and drink. Don't you worry about me? I'm hard up for the wind. This is my normal state. Just because my dick is erect doesn't mean I have to get fucked all the time. It's more a sign of agitation, not so much lust."
My neck was still sore from the electricity and needles. I had wrapped a scarf around it. My skin was covered with Bran's bite marks. Bruises were all over my body. I was shivering. They branded me a whore. I had eaten almost all the food. It had long since cooled, but like a robot, I had always put a forkful in my mouth at regular intervals. My stomach ached and cramped painfully, but I had eaten, anyway. At least I felt pain. My pussy was numb.
I heard the door open. I knew Damon was coming and when he would see me; he would turn around, regretting the whole vampire marriage. He can smell all the strange men in me and he doesn't want me. I guess he can't even bear to look. I'm nothing.
Charles went up against Damon. Damon calmly came in. He'd only been in this house once before, done a little trick on Mimi, but that had only been when his vampire side had been on display and he'd been a little bloodthirsty. He had just done it, as it had felt like a good idea. He was an old vampire with his quirks. He remembered how long it took Mimi to trust him again after that.
Damon took a deep breath. He smelled everything that had happened, too. He could smell her pain, drugs, sex, the whole thing.
Charles said, "She's upstairs. I moved her away from those sleeping drunks. Although some of them were already picked up when I notified the packs."
Charles thought for a moment and then continued, " Mimi's in pretty terrible shock, ready to give, ready to be fucked. Now she's not enjoying sex even though the heat's about to kick in. It should probably be turned on. Bran was handling her pretty badly. I haven't seen one so effectively programmed in a while. She is drugged and bruised all over, poisoned with something. Bran was biting her. Men were sucking her breasts, biting them. She scrubbed herself bloody in the shower. She is shivering and I smell a slight infection, almost setting in as you see. These aren't very clean. Take it easy. She needs time."
Damon nodded and said, " Thank you very much for helping. You could have... sorry, I shouldn't have assumed..."
Charles grunted and said, " I don't go for women who are tied up. My women always have to be in on the act voluntarily, completely. I seduce women to come to me, and men too, from time to time."
Damon glanced at Charles sharply. It seemed that he was more like him than he had assumed.
They went up the stairs. Damon took a deep breath and entered the room. Charles stood in the hallway for a moment and then went downstairs to usher more alphas away.
Mimi sat in her bathrobe, white as a sheet, with a scarf around her neck, her eyes shining with shame, pain, and confusion. Damon went to sit beside Mimi and put his arm around her shoulders. He could smell Bran's bite marks on Mimi and he wanted so badly to bite them all off, but this would have to be taken calmly. Her skin was one big bruise, and Damon could feel his teeth aching.
"Mimi, baby, let's go to Chicago. Adam will wait there, but first, let's go over there to our bedroom so I can see a little where your heat is at. We need to turn it on, baby, and then we'll be better off. You're a mess, but remember what I can do. I can take all this away. There's nothing to worry about. I will help you with those drugs and vervain and cilantro, too."
He stroked Mimi. This was almost catatonic, and Damon was carefully controlling himself. Just staying perfectly calm and not letting anything show through. He too could smell the starting infection and cursed in his mind.
I thought in my mind that it's fine if it's good enough, but I'm nothing. My pussy is whore's, used and loose. Ugly. I remembered how at our wedding, how Damon had enjoyed a tight pussy and I was loose and spent.
I weakly said, "Yeah, I'm an alpha whore, Damon. I'm no longer a tight fuck. I'm used up. I'm a fucktoy. Sex toy. I have a pussy of a whore, loose and ugly."
Damon squeezed me tighter against him. "Come on baby, you're not a fuck toy. You're my wife and Bran did wrong. I'll help, I can do it. See, now that I've already looked into the contents of your head a bit, I know where I stand. You want me to carry?"
I shook my head. If I went to fuck, I'd go on my own. Damon only smelled my cunt. That's why he was nice. He just wanted my pussy, like everyone, but it was loose, used, and stuffed. I walked behind Damon, ready to give, like a good bitch should. I wondered if he wanted to fuck my mouth. I could still taste the booze in my mouth, their dicks too.
We finally got to the bedroom. Damon guided me to the bed and shut the door. He sniffed me for a while and then he undressed.
His voice was still gentle. "Listen, Mimi, we need to get a little practice in before the drive or you'll feel worse. You'll see for yourself how this will help."
I said nothing. I took off my bathrobe mechanically. I lay on my back on the bed and spread my legs. I wasn't sure if this was the right position. I'm sure he'll correct my position. I still felt nothing. I was drugged, numb.
I kept my scarf around my neck and touched it while I waited for Damon to push into me. Damon came next to me and started kissing, and stroking.
He said, "Shh.. this help, everything will be perfect.."
His hands were tender and he saw Bran's bite marks. He licked them, barely nibbled, and the mark disappeared. He went all over my body. Somehow, it helped at least a little.
Then he looked at my hands, my neck.
He took the scarf off, gently removing my hand from it, and said, "Come on, baby, let me look. Let me do a little work on your neck."
He blew on my neck. He bit his own wrist and drained his blood on my neck. He lifted my head so he could heal my neck. He first tasted my blood and soon he was shooting something in my veins, several substances. Then he drank blood from me, very naughty and I felt something, not much yet, but something. He drank from me and then again, his teeth were giving me something.
His hands roamed my body all the time. He was gentle and kind, but underneath his surface, there was a dominant passion. He would nibble and blow in my ears, he would tease my nipples, and he was in no hurry. He used his blood all over my body where there were wounds. Healing them.
He took his time, seduced my body, and made my shock a little easier. Something started to clear a little bit of my mind, too. My pussy came to life, and I felt lust. I got wet, to feel something. Damon noticed this and patiently continued.
His fingers roamed my pussy, exploring, thrusting, just finding my G-spot. I lifted my hips in the air, fingers thrusting faster and faster. But they stopped just before the climax. Now I need to be fucked and hard.
I said, " Fuck me now, you bully."
My voice was a little more normal now. Damon noticed this and came on top of me and he pushed in all at once.
"You're just as tight, if not tighter. They must have had matches." Damon said and picked up the pace.
He pushed faster, harder. The wet sounds of smacking could be heard with our gasps. Damon grunted frantically. I felt or smelled my heat properly, and so did Damon smell it. He was getting pretty excited.
I felt that in a minute; it was so close, in a minute, then it started deep in my pelvic floor, and the waves of pleasure built up and overwhelmed me. I felt my pussy milk his enormous cock. As Damon thrust deep and came, he also started to swell and swell. It felt incredible, not painful at all, but filling me as full as it could.
We got stuck, and Damon kept soothing, kissing, and reassuring me. I actually wasn't even concentrating on listening to what he was saying. I was in rapture, overwhelmed with pleasure. My orgasm lasted forever because Damon's knot was irritating some of my nerve endings so when Damon came and now, I came too.
We were stuck on each other for an hour, coming and coming. I was exhausted and tired, but I felt damn good.
I asked Damon, "Is it normal to be this wet in heat?"
Because I was downright slimy. My pussy also felt swollen and very sensitive. And somehow I knew I was still recovering from my orgasm, and yet it was like fucking again.
Damon laughed and said, "Yes it is baby, let me show you."
He dove in and ate my pussy. He was very enthusiastic about it, and my cunt was so fucking sensitive that I was coming with a series of fires all the time but I was begging silently, "Don't stop, don't fucking stop, oh my god, keep going..."
He obeyed my wish. Apparently, the secretion was very sweet tasting because this service lasted for quite a few orgasms. Every time I came, Damon just kept going. I was pretty damn limp by the end. The fucking had taken a back seat for a while as I tried to just enjoy myself incredibly.
All the trauma of the gang rape had disappeared or sunk in somewhere. The telepath had apparently been working in my head at the same time. I didn't notice the programming at all.
I looked at Damon and blurted out, "I'll have to put a thank-you card in Bran's mailbox, once this heat is over, he just gave us probably the most intense sex holiday of our lives so far, we have to thank him for that."
Damon looked at me for a moment in amazement and said, "Really, baby?!" then he burst out laughing. He took me to the shower and explained patiently that because this was forced heat, there was a danger of infection and good hygiene would be crucial, so we would take showers. Well, shower sex can be intense and it is good to consecrate those showers as well. He smirked as I told him that.
I survived the trip to Chicago. Well, Damon told me that Adam was no longer angry and had misunderstood the whole witch thing and was really sorry. I listened as he even called Adam and put him on speaker so he could apologize to me himself.
Adam said, "I reacted wrong, and it was wrong to blame you, and I grieved for Ben. I took it out on you and I'm so damn sorry. I didn't protect you when you needed it and I haven't been a very good pack leader either. I don't blame you if you don't want to deal with me."
I replied, "It's all right, you better get ready. I can feel my heat pretty damn well, and it's going to take a lot of stamina from you boys."
Adam laughed and hung up the phone. I teased Damon when it was fifteen minutes to the house. I bit his ear and neck and what is ultimate, then licked his fingers.
He was pretty agitated when we got to the yard. He gave me a provocative look, but when we got to the house yard and the car stopped, I got out of the car, pushed Damon, and said "Woof!" I nipped him on the neck and ran away.
Damon came after me.
He caught me, pinched my neck, and said, "Woof yourself."
Adam came out of a room. He looked at me and sniffed the air once, and his expression was pure lust. He was ready. He came to kiss me, too.
I said to Adam, "I need it. You know I'm a demanding little bitch now."
He laughed hoarsely and lustfully. Adam took us to one of the bigger bedrooms downstairs and we worked the lust. In other words, fucking and wildly. We took showers daily, changed bedding, and they kept a very strict eye on me. Damon tasted my blood daily.
I experienced a new thing when Damon was fucking me and Adam seemed to say something to him in his mind. Damon rolled me on top of him, fucked me from underneath, and Adam penetrated my ass hard. Double penetration and, oh my god, I exploded hard.
The rush was so intense that Adam was pretty tired, too. And what an incredible rush it was. Adam and Damon had to work the whole time because this girl was insatiable. All the alphas stuffed into the rush made my first heat a super heat. They made sure that there was no infection, and I had no idea what Mr salvatore was draining my veins, but he that he did, tasted my blood and he was a goddamn apothecary.
I just knew Bran was now on my blacklist for a pretty damn long time. There should be a pretty fucking good explanation, an apology, and some things to make sure no such thing happens again. When I thought about it now and then, I almost wanted to put Bran in the fucking electric collar.
Damon was working his magic in my head because the entire experience was like a bad dream by the end of the rush that was hard to remember. He put blocks in my head so I wouldn't remember the whole thing so clearly. And I don't even want to remember.
The rush lasted four weeks. Samuel came the next day, and every day, the three of us had to visit our specimens. He also wanted to make sure that there would be no infection. It thrilled him to study and watch the heat of the most unique werewolf in the world. I had to turn into Mimosa a couple of times and Mimosa had her tail in a permanent wrap.
Samuel was taking sample after sample and I had two keen men with me to help. They were very protective, and the sampling had to be done quickly, but because Samuel wanted to sample my pussy too, it hurt and the two almost got nervous. So the sampling was always quick, and I tried to control myself, not to whimper or make a noise because my defenders were very nervous.
We spent the rest of the time in the bedroom with Adam and Damon. Samuel did not take part, as he was about glued to his microscope or analyzer. We were so damn wild it didn't matter.
Now not even Damon's jealousy got in the way, as I was so fucking insatiable that he actually needed Adam to deal with my heat. It was an intense four weeks, though. I didn't eat food; I got so well-filled all the time I didn't need to eat.
When the heat went off, I sent Bran a thank-you card that said, "Thanks for the heat. It was a great time. P.S. Adam and Damon thank you for these four weeks too. I couldn't have had better rush nurses. P.p.S. Don't expect me right back. If ever."