We fucked them the rest of the day and night; in the morning, we went for coffee, or at least we had coffee. After I finished my coffee, my flea friends sent a message that they would be at the house in half an hour with the cabinets and the blood shipment, so we started looking for the perfect blood room.
Then Damon found it, it was on the third floor, and it had dark red wallpaper, and we emptied all the heavy, heavy mahogany furniture out of there, we had no problem carrying it downstairs, but we lifted most of it into the lobby space where we could then carry it down and into the container.
Damon said, " These are antiques, so you can get money for them, but since we don't want them, the company will sell them for us and put the money in our joint account. "
We had set up a joint shop and buying an account where we both put the money. I would direct all my commissions there and have already deposited a few thousand dollars in there as seed money.
When the fleas came, Damon was running the show. He watched in surprise as people carried one heavy box after another into the room, and he hadn't opened them yet. I had brought one bookshelf into the room while Damon directed the men to carry the cupboards into place. Then the men took all the furniture we had reserved for removal into the container to put away.
I put crystal pitchers and crystal glasses on this dainty bookshelf, got two perfect chairs to sit on, and a couple of dainty tables. There was a fireplace in the room, so if we wanted to, we could sip blood from the fireplace glow.
When the fleas left and everything was set up, we ate as Damon had ordered more food. The supplies would arrive the day after tomorrow, and then we could always cook for ourselves. We ate Chinese again, fed each other, and played with the food.
Then we raced to the blood room to open the boxes; there was an incubus, succubus, black wizard, black witch, dark fae, dark elf, and sorceress. Damon looked at the bags excitedly. He explained how there are few sorceresses left as Nick and the other vampires kill them like he has been hunting them himself.
Then there was an elemental, and I opened two boxes of different demons; there were a couple of goodies, and then someone had been in a bit of a mischievous mood and put ten bags of division demons.
I said to Damon, " Do you remember what a division demon does? it makes your libido and sex drive sky high, so be careful."
Damon looked at me hotly. We put blood on the shelves; Damon sipped from some bags and was almost drunk from them while I took a swig of the demon marked in black, the strongest kind, and didn't feel a thing. I had built up a tolerance, and Damon faced the challenge again.
Once we had sorted the blood, we sat in our chairs and sipped each other's blood. Each of us had drained for the other a jug of blood. But after I'd taken a few sips, I felt a heat in my pussy. I looked over at Damon, and he picked up two empty bags of division demons on the table. He had somehow laced my blood and his, too. This would be very interesting.
I said, " Do you know what this will do? There are quite a few division pieces in those bags."
Damon smirked and said, " Come on, baby, drink up your jug."
He happily poured the next glass of blood and sipped it down. Fine, I drank glass after glass. I felt the blood of the division demon affecting me more and more, and Damon was so ravishing-looking that I was glad I could stay seated.
Damon felt the blood of the division demon affecting him, and well, we consecrated the blood room, the two bedrooms, their bathrooms, the three-story lobbies, and the kitchen. Living room. Luckily, we didn't have to go anywhere for a week yet as we simply couldn't go anywhere. We were just too eager to fuck.
I lay on top of Damon. We were in the one room, on the rug.
I said as I looked in the eye, smiling slightly. "Now you see the effect of the split demon."
Damon laughed and groaned.
He said, " Yep, good stuff, gotta save it for next time, but for now, we could probably work unless you're going to seduce me."
I laughed, we showered, sanctified the shower, got dressed, and went to eat, Damon had picked up the groceries and put them in the fridge, that's why we sanctified the kitchen earlier so now he made me sit down as he started making us breakfast. We ate breakfast and then went to study judging. We started our daily routine together in our house.
We drove our own cars and went inside the kennel club. Damon wanted the rights to every breed, so he would be what you would call an all-rounder, while I had taken the specific breed groups for myself only.
Still, not all breeds were my favorites, but I studied through them, and if need be, I could judge them; when we got home, we watched the videos we had gotten, both wrote up the judging, and then we compared.
I still wrote too long reviews, and Damon also taught me to shorten mine and write even shorter ones. He told me what was not important to write in the review. We judged almost the same way, well, not always, but there wasn't much to disagree on, and then when we got into a disagreement, well, we watched the dog video again and thought it through together.
It was a hell of a fun thing to do; we did it together, and Damon is a totally different guy than Adam. Damon has a pretty damn dry sense of humor sometimes, and it made me laugh at least twice.
Damon said when we were watching the dachshund review. " I mean, baby, how am I supposed to judge a dog that doesn't have legs?"
I said, "They have legs, just very short ones."
Damon glared at me. He was trying to concentrate on studying his own breeds while I was studying poodles. They were not the easiest to judge because their coat and the way it was cut could affect their appearance quite a hell of a lot, and you had to learn by seeing it inside the dog's coat, just like other fur breeds.
Of course, every dog owner wanted a good trophy for his dog, and few owners of fur breeds were not the dog owners who tried to use the coat to cover up some weakness in the dog, something that wasn't quite up to the breed standard. That's why dogs had to be patted down.
Well, Mimosa was a good victim for us. She came out, and then Damon started. Damon bit Mimosa with a bunch of different dental stuff, getting her a different coat each time, and then we practiced with Mimosa. Of course, Damon would then reward Mimosa with meat and treats, but Mimosa in the poodle coat, the poodle cut, had something on it I took a picture of and sent to Adam.
He then called Damon, and they seemed to have a lot of fun on the phone. However, Mimosa got angry when Damon promised that when we came back, he would do the same hairstyle for Mimosa again. I just thought to myself that he bloody well won't do it if I'm in Mimosa form.
We were cooking together, well I pretty much always had my own ideas that I'd picked up here and there and Damon just couldn't let me do them fully, not even close. He'd always come and make them up in front of me or something. Well, he was a good one, an octopus, that's all right, but sometimes it was annoying. And very annoying.
Our first actual fight came when I had been practicing at one show all day. Damon had also been in his, and I had driven quite a long way; I was tired. I came to the house and had my Oscar De La Renta silk suit that I had packed with me. It wasn't even dirty, and I put my jacket, skirt, and undershirt on the chair to wait for tomorrow when I would have my next show practice.
Damon came into the room and took off his own clothes and put them in the laundry chute, saw my clothes, and said, " Mimi, do you know we have a washing machine and a laundry chute? You have clean clothes no matter how many, so start learning to fucking put the dirty clothes in the chute and not always fucking leave them all over the room. I'm fucking sick of cleaning up after you."
I said and looked at Damon sharply, eyebrows furrowed. I wasn't in the mood for this. "When they're not dirty anyway, why the fuck would I put clean clothes in the wash?"
Damon grabbed my clothes and shoved them in the laundry chute, looked at me now, eyes burning, mouth set in a tight line, and said, " Fuck if you wear the same shirt for eight hours, walk around all fucking day touching hundreds of dogs then yes your clothes will get dirty, hasn't anyone fucking taught you the difference between dirty and clean clothes. I'm so fucking tired of picking up a pile of your dirty laundry from every fucking house and putting it in the wash when you fucking can't."
I yelled out loud, my rage surfacing, or whatever my frustration was. I could feel my face turning red. " When they're not fucking dirty! Leave my clothes alone, you fucking Nazi, and don't fucking ransack my closet and put half my clothes in the wash!"
Damon roared, his hands clenched into fists, and his face reddened as well. "You motherfucking teenager, grow the fuck up and learn some personal hygiene!!"
I screamed back. Now, I didn't care about anything. I walked up to Damon and yelled in his face, " Oh fuck, you say I smell, so I'm dirty. Screw you! "
I walked out of the room and slammed the door shut on my way out.
I walked outside to calm down. I was seething at first, but then I thought about it and saw that he was right. I was a teenager who left clothes all over the room.
I had been at the lake for an hour when Damon came up to me and said, "Sorry baby, I yelled; I could have said it a bit more sensibly."
I looked at Damon and said, " No, I am sorry. I was a brat. You had a point. In fact, when I thought about it, it was hot, and I'm sure there's dog hair and dandruff all over that jacket. I was an idiot, and I'm trying to learn how to do my laundry. It is just that if there is no visible dirt in my clothes, I tend to keep seeing them half-used and good to go. I have clothes and a lot. I just can't promise I'll be perfect at it."
Damon hugged me, kissed me passionately, and then said, " Do you know what, Mimi, that was our first proper fight, a real normal fight, and do you know what comes of it?"
I looked at my husband innocently, like a schoolgirl. " No, tell me."
Damon scooped me up in his arms and took me to one outbuilding. There was a bed and a table, a carpet on the floor, and flower poles.
He whispered in my ear, "Make-up sex, baby, it's coming."
And yes, there was. We spent the rest of the day and night there, and then in the morning, we had to leave again for our own rehearsal shows before we could get the permits.
Our daily routine continued, and it was wonderful. We always fucked at night, and in the morning, we got up for breakfast. Although I had to stay in bed under the sheet or we didn't get anywhere. Damon couldn't control himself if he saw me naked. Luckily, we had time for a couple of mornings when things slipped a bit. But I learned.
We learned new things about each other every day, and we had a hell of a time in the blood room; we made mixes; we took different bags, and I had three-litre jugs that we both poured our own mixes into, and it was mandatory that we always drank it ourselves.
Well, let's just say my tolerance wasn't as good as I thought it would be; luckily, we had a couple of days off when we did another mix. I put in my mix of the sorceress, elemental, fucking powerful demons, and energy witch; Damon had made his mix. I don't know what he put in it, but I had three glasses of my super potent mix when I noticed that my head was spinning a bit, and I was furrowing my brow.
Damon looked at me with a sneer and drank from his own glass. I persisted and poured the next glass. I drank it. I was supposed to say we were low on milk and needed more soy sauce.
When I started talking, Damon burst out laughing. He was laughing very hard. He was keeping his stomach and laughed in earnest.
His eyes were watering, and he finally got his voice to work. "Good thing, baby, I'm a telepath, because I couldn't understand a word you said. You're drunk as skunk with blood. I think you made a little too strong a mixture for yourself."
I looked at Damon, poured the next glass, and drank it all, then had no recollection of what happened next. Full blackout. I woke up in our bedroom bed, naked and exhausted, but now I didn't want any blood.
Damon walked into the room carrying a tray and said, " Good morning or afternoon, baby. You passed out last night after drinking too powerful blood, and you've now slept for 32 hours."
I was still pretty slow; I had a headache. The light was in my eyes, but the coffee smelled good.
Damon sat down next to me, smirking smugly, and said, " It took me a while to get you to pass out as you really wanted to strip for me, but you couldn't stand on your feet. And you sang."
I was silent. Damon handed me his phone and showed me some very embarrassing videos.
He smirked and said, " Oh baby, I'll keep this forever, priceless footage."
I just grunted and sipped my coffee. It seemed to take my headache away.
Damon said, " Lack of caffeine, you'll get over it when you drink enough; the good thing about being blood drunk is that it doesn't give you a hangover like normal drunkenness."
I grunted again in response.
I recovered from it and could function, but I didn't want to drink a drop of blood for three weeks. I had no desire for blood, and when Damon took the blood test, he saw how my blood supply on the vampire side was full; I was full of the energy I was looking for in blood.
He talked to Samuel on the phone for a long time, and he put my mixture in a cupboard, then he packed it carefully and sent it to Samuel to be tested, It was good to find a mixture strong enough to make me pass out, but the way I knew myself my tolerance would only increase.
I might even drink such a potent mixture one day, but not for a while. Although Damon had recovered some of my mixtures and always drank a small glass of it every day, only 50 ml, he was developing his tolerance, his strength, and his vampire side pretty damn much. Well, it's a good thing he's getting stronger, too.
We both went through our training, and we would have really different shows. On the same day several times, but in different places, we didn't mind. Our everyday life went on and we did very ordinary things for other people, but not for us.
We hadn't done so much of this stuff together, and it was fun, but we had our rules. Coriander was poisonous to me, but for some reason, the fresh coriander smelled like catnip to my nose. Damon was worried about it and came up with a rather clever way of teaching me not to go to my catnip.
He would fuck me in public, every fucking time I went near the coriander when we went to the shop. No, it was very enjoyable, but something inside me didn't appreciate being fucked in public in the shop, and I soon learned to avoid the coriander carefully.
Damon said, "Look darling, I'm teaching you all the time, not always with pain, but sometimes with pleasure and humiliation. "
Yes, he did. Damon was teaching me all the time what I could or couldn't eat. In the shop, it took me ages to find something I wanted to buy. I'd read the label, and no, it rarely worked. Either it had one of the myriad additives that didn't suit me, or it was just so pointless that I did nothing with it other than strain my body.
We then went again, when we had time off, there at my house, and sanctified it for a couple of days. Damon cleared out all the useful stuff from there, then called Magnum and gave him a list of what from each house he could give to others that I didn't need. I didn't start arguing back when I knew Damon had a point.
Now we had the supplies again, so we cooked. We put up the house, and we ordered things online. We decorated together. One thing that bothered me was the lamps, the ceiling lamps. I so wanted to change them, but Damon said they were just right. What's the point of changing everything when we don't always have them on that much, anyway? And I don't look at the ceiling that much, he says. But our everyday life went on. My perfect life, my wonderful time went on.