Karma is a funny thing then, and I learned that on my trip to Africa, sometimes the thing you want really badly and you're almost obsessed with it isn't always so much fun. And sometimes payback is truly the bitch.
I flew to Algeria, and I started looking for all the information and whatever rumors had been going around about the various medical facilities. I had to drive a hell of a lot, and then I bought houses in Africa now and then. I wasn't recruiting or teaching, and I wasn't doing any gigs per se, but every night, wherever I was, I was typing the information into the dark web for our network.
I had got a range rover here and was driving along the savannah now and then. I wasn't in a hurry per se, so I might stop occasionally to watch a pride of lions or elephants go by. Somehow, lions were nice to watch but they weren't my thing so much as leopards or cheetahs.
Mimosa showed me how fucking fast we were when we caught quite a few antelope, ate the best bits, and always left them somewhere if we saw cheetahs nearby. The lions were in good condition, but we knew how hard life was for cheetahs. I had been on a two-week tour when I felt the primal heat coming on.
And it was actually a very enjoyable time. Africa is a cruel big continent where nature shows its full scale, the beauty of looking at flowers and little lion cubs playing, but then the cruel side when we found a dead elephant calf that the herd didn't leave alone, well I buried it, gave them a chance to move on. Nature is cruel sometimes. It is the circle of life. Someone dies, so someone can live.
I surprised myself when I woke up with my pussy wet, panting, and having had a really hard sex dream. Oh fuck, where did I get the heat from now? I was as preheated as can be, and I felt that this was a new kind of heat again. I just thought that I should try to be without it and see if it would stop. I started counting the time that had passed. This was intense heat, I could feel it.
I had been with the fleas for ten weeks and here for two weeks. Well, it had been months since the Delacroix thing and when it was a kind of forced so. Fine, my body wants to get heat and I have no idea why or how.
So I called Samuel. " Samuel, it's Mimi. I'm in Africa, and I'm getting pre-heat. Now I've never experienced this before where I wake up in the middle of a fucking intense sex dream, and I'm so fucking wet. At first, I thought it was Damon who sent me to dream, but now I'm clearly feeling horny. So I'm just going to suffer and hope it stops."
Samuel sighed and said, " It doesn't help. It's a spontaneous rush, and that's the trick; it doesn't stop now. What makes that rush special is that whoever is treating your rush will decide what kind of rush it is. The pain will probably start in hours, and the only one close enough is Bran. He's in Africa, Egypt, and there's no way Adam can get there. He's in Canada with Charles, killing werewolves that eat people. So I don't know where Damon is. I'm in isolation for two more days because there's a new bug, and I have to make sure I don't get it. We don't have any houses in Africa that have any painkillers for you, and you will not last the flight. Because that's an 80% chance of an infection of the uterus if you don't get the heat on in 24 hours."
I sighed and said, "Fucking right. Fine, I'll call Bran and see if he can make it. You'd think he'd be eager with rutting time."
Samuel laughed and said, "Yeah, but don't tell him about the dream. Just say you're feeling horny, and I told you to find a heat helper. Don't describe too careful your symptoms too carefully. "
I said, "Fine, let's do that. I'll text you about it."
Samuel said, "Yeah, see if you can get Bran to help."
Samuel sat back in the hospital bed. He coughed and wrapped himself better in the blanket. His fever was rising again, but he was already getting better. Damon watched him through the isolation room window with Colin. Samuel hadn't told Mimi he had been in a very serious condition, and only Damon's dentals had saved his life. He was still sick, but Damon made the dental stuff, and then the nurses dripped it.
Samuel would not tell Damon anything about Mimi's heat because he knew Bran was going to have an experience he wouldn't forget for a while. That rush was very much related to the female's emotions, and if Mimi had been near Damon, the two of them would probably have been fucking for ten weeks. Still, as Bran had hurt Mimi pretty fucking badly, Samuel wanted to know how the rush would retaliate. Mimi could do some pretty incredible things with her body, and Samuel wanted his father to feel this one.
I called Bran, and he was actually irritated but promised to help. I was trying to sound innocent and not vengeful at all.
I said, "I'm feeling very horny. I don't know where Damon is. Adam is with Charles somewhere, and Samuel said I'll definitely get a uterus infection if I don't get the horny treatment. For me, it would not be a good thing to have. He said that pain was going to start soon and there were no painkillers."
Bran said, " Fine, where are you then, sweetheart? I'll come over there and put the heat on, but I've got things to do so I don't have to be the victim of a sex beast."
I said, "I'm in Kenya. I've got a house here."
I gave him the address. Bran came and took care of the heat at least twice a day. Or so he thought, but I was hormonal and demanding. I had to be stroked and held, caressed. And it had to be gentle, too, extremely gentle. My heat was quite a show.
I sat on the couch, half in Bran's arms, while he tried to do his work on the laptop. This was the first day, and I was glued to Bran like a burdock, naked; my slime pussy smelled but was not quite right as Bran tried to write an email about Marrok law.
I bit Bran's ear, he looked at me and said, " Well, what?"
I looked at him dreamily. " Am I beautiful? Do you like me? Is my body from anywhere? I don't feel like anyone loves me. I feel like a monster, not like a woman."
Bran put the laptop away. He took me in his arms and started to praise and stroke me. When he had originally come, and I had asked the same question, he had looked and just grunted in reply. I cried and ran into one room to cry inconsolably. Bran had had three hours to praise, stroke, and caress me before my crying had stopped.
Then, when he undressed, I insisted the prick must not be too big. It must be quite small and must be fucked slowly and gently. Yes, I came, but it was always just like," Oh!" my breath quickened for a moment, and that was it. But Bran had to make love to me long and hard and embrace me afterward, too, and when, after one heat treatment, he went straight to the shower, I started crying again when Bran saw me dirty.
He had then had to make up for it again for quite a long time, and this was really only the first 24 hours. As I said, karma can strike sometimes. Bran was learning new things every day that made me cry uncontrollably, and he had a full-time job to keep me from getting that uterine infection.
Bran said to me, "I think Samuel told you not to tell me everything. He wanted to teach me a lesson."
My lower lip quivered, and Bran immediately switched to praising me, stroking me. That was not a suitable topic to talk about.
Bran reflected in his mind after he had once again calmed Mimi down that he never thought he would wish for a female's lust to be short. Mimi's heat had gone for two weeks, and Bran knew he wouldn't want to see a woman for a while after this.
He'd been trying desperately to work for a week and then had stopped it completely and was talking in his mind about if there was some really acute crisis. When he told Charles and Adam in his mind, one of them started laughing and knew anyone couldn't deal with that heat but the one who put it on.
Bran knew that this was a little reminder from fate that if he did that, he would be punished for his evil deeds. The whole Delacroix thing pissed Bran off even more because the gypsies had conned him and then lost his reputation in the process.
He had been trying to get his reputation back and was getting good alliances when the negotiations broke down because of this heat. The partners pulled out of the negotiating table. Fuck if he could help it.
He couldn't be any more upset because Mimi sensed it and started crying. Once Mimi had tied him up in this heat, he had to deal with it, and every time Mimi cried, it really got to Bran's soul, and he felt like a monster. He was almost as emotional as Mimi. He wanted her to be happy and smile, not look at him, her big eyes wet with tears, her pretty skinny body shaking.
He knew this was a real ordeal. He had once before come across this heat that Charles's mother had had when they had started him. Bran remembered how this perfect woman had then died shortly after Charles was born. She had succumbed to a plague, and not even Marrok's power was enough to save her.
After this, the woman protected Charles from the disease and used up her own strength until the plague struck full force. Bran remembered how he had sat by his bedside, supported and sustained her with the help of the Marrokforce, for many days, probably a few weeks until he himself had passed out from hunger and exhaustion, woken up to the fact that his beloved had died when he wasn't strong enough.
After which he fell out of love with no one, not with Leah, not with anyone. His love died with her, and he vowed to raise Charles to be the strongest wolf there ever was. Emotions were weakness and weakness was something that he did not want to himself. You gotta be strong.
Bran was awakened from his thoughts when Mimi, who insisted on sleeping in his arms naked, began to stir and wake up. Mimi stank. After all, in the heat of the moment, the smell was quite strong, and now she didn't want to shower very often, and she wanted to be naked and in his arms. But Bran held on. He hoped the heat would stop at some point. Bran knew that he would put his clothes into the trash and take a long and hard shower after this would be over.
I was absolutely impossible; I mean really emotional, and when the heat had lasted four weeks, Bran was pretty damn exhausted and tried to comfort me after I had been out and seen how the cheetah caught the antelope's calf, I was quite sad and nervous, and then I did not even want a heat treatment.
Finally, Bran called somewhere and tried to calm me down, to get me to calm down at all, then he gave me some juice, drank and told me what a good girl I was and I got tired, a bit confused, and Bran got back to treating my heat.
I had my favorite position. Sitting on each other, Bran wasn't allowed to lift me too much, and he had to fuck me slowly and stroking, holding me close. No touching my breasts, and the kisses were very soft.
After that incident, Bran didn't let me out on my own anymore and was always with me, but then I got another twist in a rush. I got aroused and wanted more lust care if I saw mating animals. They had to be real, no videos. Bran would call around and get my lust taken care of, as there were always mating animals in our yard.
Either dogs, cats, even antelope, or any animal that could be caught could be fucked in that yard. Bran was patient for the whole five weeks that I had the urge. Butterflies were too small, but he got them to copulate next to the bed, anything that would help with the heat treatment.
At one point he had to first eat my pussy, and a long time, but not too eagerly as I had not showered too many times. It was up to him to clean me up.
Bran called Damon when Mimi went off. He was tired and exhausted, and now he didn't want any woman near him. He had called Samuel a couple of weeks earlier when the fucking cheetah thing was going on, and Samuel had given the phone to Damon. Who had been in an excellent mood when Bran had explained the rush. Damon had then sent one of his sedatives so Bran could get the rush going.
But when he called, Damon's phone was off; he called Samuel, who was recovering in the house, and said that Salvatore had disappeared again somewhere. Bran informed his son that the next time Mimi asks for treatment, it won't be him who does the treatment. He did not want any women to party for some time now.
Samuel laughed out loud. His father's genuine desperation was something very amusing, and yes, Bran had now learned a life lesson. Bran announced that he was leaving, and was working hard and would not be available for a while. And he would not be celebrating anytime soon. First, he showered and washed up, dressed, and drove off before Mimi could wake up.
When I woke up, I was fucking exhausted, but oh god damn, I was laughing. I'd been everything Bran couldn't stand, and yet, for five weeks, he took care of me. I took a shower, a bath, and a swim, tried to get clean, and then I got dressed and went to the airport.
I just ordered a house cleaning crew, and oh, that heat was a personal thing, and I knew Samuel knew it. That's why he wouldn't let Bran know about the dreams. Well, I got to give Bran an excellent lesson, and somehow, I felt he was pretty much done with me now.
I had a few little things to do while I was in Africa. I had once thought that I would have taken Adam or Damon on this trip, here, but since neither was free and I was here, I did it on myself.
I wondered if Damon or Adam would know what it had been. If Samuel had had any contact with them. I went to Meru National Park in Kenya to see the tomb of Elsa the Lion and Joy Adamson. I had always loved those books, and this had been a long-time dream of mine. It would have been lovely to share this experience and tell them about those books, but no, it was just not for me to have anyone.
Then I went to the airport, ready to fly back to America. I had been away again for several months, four months at least. Then I went back to America, but I didn't go into the fleas.