Damon returned to the house when he had got himself sorted; he was surprised to see Bran's car, and a quick glance at Mimi's mind surprised him even more. But he didn't let jealousy get the better of him now that he knew what he had been up to for a week. Mimi's rage was not under control, not at all, and her vampire side was waking up as she had not drank so much blood. He had his work cut out for himself.
He opened the door and took off his clothes. He knew everyone was asleep and had been fucking for three days. He went into the kitchen to make the food first, figuring he'd take care of Mimi when everyone woke up. He let Adam know through the pack ties he was already in the house. There was no reason to hide now.
He went to the backyard freezer, took out several rabbits, and actually lifted the deer to hang out of the freezer. It would be preserved, and the men could then chop and clean it up when the time came. He lifted the rabbits into the warmth to thaw.
Before they were melted, he would have time to get a few roasts ready for Mimi. He took the fatty beef seasoned it, rolled it up, tied it up, and put it in the oven to simmer. There were three ovens in this kitchen, actually, so he could get three roasts ready at the same time.
Then he cooked an enormous pile of steaks, took a stack of plates, and got the plates ready for Mimi so that all she had to do was put them in the microwave to warm them up. This felt right thing to do.
He continued to cook, but then he felt vaguely uneasy, and he wondered for a while what on earth could be the problem. He couldn't find any apparent cause and persisted in cooking and preparing the dishes; he took the roasts out of the oven, put them in the foil, and then went on with the desserts.
He made several fruit smoothies for Mimi and put them in the fridge too. He had labeled each plate so that Bran would not eat Mimi's food as was his habit; Mimi would need her food all to herself.
The rabbits had melted, and Damon skinned and chopped them deftly, put them in the broth to marinate, and sighed when the uneasy, vague feeling just wouldn't go away, as if something was disturbing him subconsciously.
He knew the four were still asleep; it couldn't be that either. He had learned to trust his instincts in certain situations, and then again, sometimes, his instincts drove him in the wrong direction.
Damon persevered; a big pot of potatoes was boiling, ready to become mashed potatoes, and he seasoned it, prepared it, and always put a little bit of it in Mimi's portions; he put the mashed potatoes in pots for the men to heat when they ate.
Finally, he went and saw what was the matter. Was there something wrong with the Mimi as now he felt a slight ache between his eyes? His teeth were reacting, but to what?
He tiptoed to the room where everyone was sleeping. He opened the door, and the smell of sex that hit his eyes was strong; it even made him gasp a little.
Room reeked of sex, blood, rage and sweat. There was good amount lady's vampire luring pheromones in air, so her vampire side was getting playful. Damon felt his vampire side reacting to this. He knew that one little lady would need some handling.
There were four people lying on the bed, which Damon could dimly see. Adam was sleeping on the right side, Bran next to him, and Bran had thrown his arms over Adam's side. Bran was almost hugging Adam and curled up next to him like seeking safety.
Damon's mouth twisted into a smile. He took his camera and snapped a picture. He would not use it as blackmail material, , maybe, but it was just a funny piece of evidence.
Next to Bran was sleeping Samuel, almost clinging to his father as if seeking shelter, but Bran had turned to face Adam, and Samuel was almost sleeping with his head resting on his father's head as he was so much taller. Again, his arm was wrapped around his father. There was manly love in there. Damon could not help but smirk.
Mimi was sleeping on the left side and on her side, her back to Damon, but as he listened, Mimi's pulse was sped up and a little uneven. Her breathing was not as good as it should have been. It was obvious that Mimi had a problem. She was not attached to anyone, but she was not having nightmares.
Damon stepped closer. And then he saw Mimi's bulging belly. Mimi looked like she was well and truly pregnant, and Damon cursed in his mind. Mimi had been overstuffed, and now the fillings hadn't been absorbed at all. It could be pretty serious and he did not want Mimi's health to again deteriorate.
Something had to be done about it. He turned around and walked into the small medbay. There, he took a syringe and a couple of needles and made a cocktail. It would keep Mimi almost unconscious, and he added a strong muscle relaxant so that the operation would be successful. He did not want to knock her too deep.
He hoped he was in time for this. He took the irrigation equipment close by, got one of the patient beds ready, and cursed in his mind, knowing that Mimi would have a good fear on. That's why he had made the cocktail as potent as possible. Now, he was in full doctor mode and wasn't about to give any kind of lesson to anyone. His fault, if he would only think for a moment before his outburst.
Once he had everything ready, he went to pick Mimi up.
He went into the room, picked her up in his arms, and said, "Everything's fine baby, there's nothing to worry about, you're a bit sore but I'll help you, don't be scared, you won't feel a thing. And sorry about the whole fucking thing, I overreacted and badly. But for now, missy, I'm going to fix you up, and then we'll see what we can do."
He carried Mimi to the medbay and deftly administered the cocktail directly into her vein before she could panic. When the piston was at the bottom, Mimi sighed. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell asleep, at least for a moment.
I was lying in the middle of the men, my belly in a ball again when Damon came in. He walked into the room and saw what had happened. I woke up to Damon waking me up, picking me up in his arms, and taking me into the smaller med bay.
He was talking soothingly, and I was still feeling stuffy, and I didn't really understand why the bump wasn't absorbed. I was quite sleepy and lethargic when Damon carried me to the hospital bed, and I felt a needle pushing into my vein, and then my consciousness faded quite a bit.
Damon acted quickly. While Mimi was still unconscious, he felt through her stomach and cursed. It was as overfilled as it could be. He went to the medicine cabinet for more medicine and made another cocktail to give her when she woke up a little. He tried to keep a level of sedation enough but not make her sleep for days and she was sensitive, and could cool down so damn easy.
He pulled out the stirrups from under the bed when Mimi stirred a little. He gave the cocktail to her muscles and lifted her legs into the stirrups. She would soon be out again.
I woke up again. I hadn't been unconscious for long, but I was so fucking drugged that I couldn't panic. My muscles were all limp and not obeying at all.
He gave me some injections and put my feet on the stirrups. He said nothing; there was only dim lighting in the med bay. I was trying to stay awake and not really understand what was going on at all.
Obviously, he was trying to do this as non-traumatically as he could, which suited me very well when I had my problems with things, but now I was so fucking drugged I had to work to stay awake. He inserted the tube obviously into my uterus and put the suction on.
Damon worked effectively. The muscle relaxant had also worked on the cervix, and after visualizing it, he pushed the thin tube through the spongy tissue of the cervix into the uterus. He was as gentle as possible, but knew that every minute was critical.
He began to rinse and suck the bump out of her womb first; the pressure in her abdominal cavity was at a critical point; her organs may have already suffered, but he would see it later. He kept the lighting soft and tried to do this quickly and efficiently so that Mimi's panic would not show at all. He tried the same time to help her with his telepathy, keep her disoriented and confused as possible with his powers too.
The bumps flowed out of my insides. Slowly, the feeling of congestion eased, and I was quite amazed at the amount of stuff that was coming out of me. He would occasionally put some liquid in with a fairly large syringe, rub gently my lower stomach, and my pelvic area, and then open the hose again and let the liquid and stuff drain out.
When he had emptied my uterus, he made a small incision in my upper stomach and inserted the hose there. He opened my abdominal cavity more and flushed it, examining my organs apparently. He said nothing; he had his scrubs on, I could hear faint rustling, the hum of the suction, and gurgling too. somehow I was too tired to try to smell too much.
The medicine kept the pain away, and his telepathy in my mind almost kept me unconscious. I wasn't even sure if I was awake the whole time or not. I was very confused, and not sure of anything.
Damon flushed the uterus completely empty and then started emptying the abdominal cavity. The uterus was stretched, but it would probably return to normal size in time. Then he opened Mimi's stomach further when he got most of the bump out already; it smelled rancid and had a distinct smell of lemon, Bran.
Damon cursed in his mind. Bran was old enough that he could fill it up when he didn't need to, and apparently, Bran had had a bag full of it. Damon had developed a solution to this, too, and that was to donate the bump regularly. It was quite strange, despite Bran's fear and outright hatred for Mimi, that he had made a bump for her. But how? He suspected that it might be that Mimi's pheromones had been part of the mystery, too. Like she would have to order him to do bump for her too. But donations would help things along.
That way, he would have more of it to study and use. He would know how to take the odor out of it. That way, no one could overfill Mimi anymore. He looked carefully at every organ; they were stressed but pinking up nicely. Thank God Mimi's organs recovered, and he didn't see any remarkable damage anywhere.
Strangely enough, Mimi had several little spleens, but they were not a problem in themselves; they were part of Mimi's immune defense and important, so he didn't remove them.
Damon was still silent as he worked on my abdominal cavity. He sucked all the stuff out and flushed it with some more liquid. I was deeply sedated, lethargic, and somehow I realized there was quite a lot of fucking strong muscle relaxant involved in whatever drug he was giving me. I could feel him in my mind as well.
He must have got the bucket full, and eventually, the uncomfortable tightness was completely gone from me. He opened his wrist and drained some more of his blood into me; it felt nice, and I almost fell asleep. I could feel Damon's blood helping my suffering organs, and slowly, I felt really comfortable, but I knew I was still in medbay.
Eventually, he took the tube out of me and felt me through. incisions healed straight away. He grunted in satisfaction and stroked me for a moment. He put my feet off the stirrups, lifted me higher on the bed, and put the things and instruments away. Then he came to me.
Then he went to sit on the edge of my bed.
He said: "Your organs suffered. You can fill up, but not too much. I think Bran can fill even if he doesn't need to. He was determined to fill you, but the trouble with that is that the blood supply to the organs is disturbed if there is too much pressure in the abdominal cavity, and then the bump is not absorbed. As you can see, this is a lump, so it's not absorbed. It's almost fermented in there. That's why usually you can't fill unless there's a need and only a specific female or females."
He pointed to the bucket, and it was like fermented milk, smelling vaguely rancid. He went with the bucket, flushed it out, and put it away in the washing machine before coming back to me.
He stroked my hair away from my forehead.
He carried me to our upstairs bedroom and said, "It'll probably be an hour or two before the drugs have worn off enough for you to function, but there's no rush. I'll come and hold you next to me. We'll see if you fall asleep. Then it won't hurt at all. No nightmares, just sleep, baby. "
He came over to my side, took his shirt off, wrapped his arms around me, and held me tightly. I heard soothing heartbeats and fell asleep right away. I was drugged as I could be.
Then I woke up when it was morning. I'd been asleep for quite a fucking few hours. Damon was still next to me, holding me, and he was asleep, too. My mind was much more alert, and I felt fine.
Now I could move, and I moved, and he woke up. " Morning baby, you're awake. Drugs might keep you chilled, but I'll help."
He gave me some clothes, clean clothes, and dressed me like a baby. I let him do what he obviously wanted to do. When I was dressed, he helped me stand up and took me to the kitchen to eat.
Bran, Samuel, and Adam were already there. We ate breakfast. Damon gave me plate after plate, talked to the men, and told them what had happened. Bran understood and was sorry; he had only wanted to help, but as my body was special in that it absorbed Damon's bump the best, then Adam's, and then Samuel and Bran's. Well, Damon didn't really know that either. Samuel promised to set up a bump donation system.
I went to eat dessert, and we had coffee. I was feeling pretty good, and I had enjoyed my men and drank their blood. Even from Bran, nipped here and there and I was feeling a little peckish. Damon's neck looked pretty tasty. My vampire side had again quite a few ideas, and I just did not remember just how powerful a telepathic vampire was sitting right next to me.
Then Damon said, " Me and my wife are retiring upstairs. You can do what you want; I'm not sharing my wife. Otherwise, that moose is hanging so you could skin it, send the hide to be tanned, and the carcass should be chopped and frozen, but I'm not the pack leader; I can't give orders."
The men grinned when they saw Damon's rather downright horny expression.
Then Damon took me by the hand and led me into the upstairs bedroom. He slammed me against the wall, kissing me passionately, and ripped my clothes off.
He grunted in my ear, "darlin, I ain't that easy prey. If you want my blood, try to take it. But I can promise you that your vampire side shall be under control once I have done my bit."
We went to the shower first, where he scrubbed me clean three times before really brutally taking me in the shower by the hair.
"The little bitch has been very naughty with other men, hasn't she?" Damon's voice was a low, seductive purr almost.
I said, "I was with other men just like you were other women, and let me tell you, I had a lot of fun. They were quite tasty. "
This sentence got Damon so horny that he drank my blood, biting, fucking, pulling my hair, squeezing my breasts so hard that I bruised, and then, yes, I healed. We finally ended up in bed, and Damon was absolutely livid. His passion shone in his eyes, and he used his body to completely dominate me.
We fucked passionately with a fervor that surprised us both. We had to get rough and frantic, punishing each other after being strangers, and then we became possessive. I bit Damon on many marks, and he bit even more.
He ate my rage, and shoved the rest of it back into its well, not letting me use it. He drained me enough for my vampire side to calm down and made me then drink his blood and only his blood. I was not supposed to be drinking anyone else but him. And naughty as possible.
Now this one was rough, much more brutal than Adam. He had seen in my thoughts what I could take and he gave a little more even. Made me quite wild, too. He unloaded something from himself as well. Part of his rage.
We stayed upstairs for a week. When we came down, all three were gone. The moose had been skinned, chopped, and frozen. Damon laughed out loud. We had fucked pretty hard in the shower this morning, so I wasn't sure if I was clean, so to speak.
I told Damon how Adam and Samuel and I fucked in the spa, and he just laughed. We would have time and plenty of it. Damon went to make breakfast, and I went to sit in my chair. I had my book, and this was my chair, my own chair.
I didn't notice when my husband came in and picked me up. Stripped off my skirt, ripped off my underwear, undressed himself, and went to sit in a chair, pulling me over his dick so we were face to face.
He was grumbling, " Remember, I told you there was room for two."
I said, "What about if there is a strong wind here?"
He said, " I put my internal support rod on you, so you won't fall off."
He fucked me in that chair really hard. He was now more brutal than he had ever been, as he noticed I could take it and more. We continued to sanctify the couch and other chairs, then got dressed and followed to eat, satisfied.., smelling of sex, but happy and ecstatic. Our bond was wide open, and I felt Damon's love shining like a hot, passionate sun.
Oh, those were good old times, today, it is not this easy, not at all and there has been too much between us, but let's say that chair still exists, still states two and from time to time internal support rod is needed. I am not even going to count how many times I have been knocked up in that chair, or a few other special chairs. Despite our long and somewhat messy and hard history, we still are together, so maybe Shania Twain's song You're Still The One tells about us too.