My car was a bright yellow Aston Martin convertible, and I enjoyed myself very much during the drive to Tennessee. The weather was beautiful, and my soul was so ready to sing again in our paradise, but as normal in my life, there would not be a soul singing for me on the cards. When I got to the house in Tennessee, Damon haughtily announced that they were having a party first. I headed upstairs to pack my bags. I cursed heavily, and I was thinking about just leaving right now, but I was going to go to Australia, and I thought I would pack some things with me.
The party was about to start, the booze and food had already been brought in and the chairs and couches arranged for the fuckfest, I thought. I was furious again.
I thought, " Fine, now I'll go to Australia and buy a new house and fucking live there; now, once again, the gentlemen can party as they please."
I'd gone to all the trouble of arranging time off from the fleas; there would be no European gigs, and this was supposed to be just the two of us. It had not been easy, and as always, I always felt responsible about my fleas. Leaving for a holiday was something that I wanted to do, but still, a minor part of me knew I would leave my organization in the lurch somehow.
We should have gone to the Azores. For our honeymoon. At least I had endured another three-day flank wedding with a night stabbing. And the two weeks of fucking hard lessons and stabbing sessions that followed, but no. I went back to the bedroom and started packing. I will not wait around. Now I'm fucking enjoying something, too.
I thought somehow that was this some sort fuck to my face, to get me to put fleas onto hold in order to lure me here, to witness fuckfest. No way I would stay and see how my husband, just a married one, would fuck a bunch of strangers. I was not even sure whose great idea this had been. I knew Australia was calling, and it was hard for me. Let's have a honeymoon on my own. Single's honeymoon. I could get some crawlers, perhaps, if I would want to.
Damon came to the door. " Oh, again, that attitude. Mimi, come on. Don't always be so tight. Let's have fun. Azores are not going anywhere. Try to take another attitude for once. It is not so bad. "
He came deeper into the room. I could smell passionfruit, so this is himself, fucking machine onto the roll. Let's see if he is coming here to change his clothes and then expect me to witness him fucking others. No way in hell I will do that.
" Hey, I was talking to you. Fucking answer me. Well, fine, tonight you'll be my date at the party. Drink some wine and relax. Don't always be so uptight."
I turned to Damon and said, "I'm leaving. Period. I'm not staying to watch you fuck half the kingdom and then some. Understand. I'm leaving. I do not know whose bright idea it was to get me to put fleas onto hold and come to witness as my husband and other mate fucks strangers. Still, I am not going to be your witness and give my blessing and see somehow that it is all okay for you to fuck yourself kingdom come; I have my life, What I want to do, and this is not it, not most definitely is not."
Damon's eyes flashed dangerously. Passionfruit smelled still. "You're not going anywhere, Mimi. You're being unreasonable again. I want you. Period. You're going to put on those clothes and come downstairs with me and relax. There's no shagging at this party. Now we are going to a party as a couple. "
He threw the mini dress on the bed.
I tried to continue packing. I was still not interested in this whole idea.
Damon said, "I can and will calm you down if you don't do as I say. The gel tanks are ready. I also have an excellent selection of flanks ready if needed. "
I thought we'd be impossible now, but fine, let's play the Lord's game then. I'll get away with it when the Lord starts fucking around. There are, for him, lots of willing redheads with huge udders and wet pussy to have fun with it. And then there will be nothing to explain to me. Because then I will not listen to any excuse why I needed to take part in this fuckfest.
"'Fine, no need to drug me," I said.
My voice was not nice, but I managed to control my rage.
He said, "Go and take a shower, and then come, I put your hair and make-up."
He still smelled like passionfruit, so there was no Damien nearby lurking.
I went to the bathroom, undressed, and put my clothes in the laundry chute. I took a long hot shower and washed myself clean; there were some new products that I used to get myself clean properly. Then I came out and dried myself. I put on my dress and sat down as Damon pushed me over to the dressing table and took the towel out of my blonde hair. I had changed them as a reaction to his little lesson. He bit the back of my neck so they were red once again. He blow-dried them too.
Damon brushed them open and lifted me to stand. He bent down and bit my neck again. My hair was curly and down to my lower back. He had also put my makeup on. I put on the heels Damon had chosen and went downstairs with him.
There was a party in full swing in the living room, and women and men were all around. The booze was flowing, and now I still couldn't see any difference from a normal party. Well, these would be over quickly once Damon changed into the next little pussy the party was full of.
The room was full of voices, scents, perfumes, deodorants, and booze, and some sex was too. My nose was quite keen. Mimosa sneezed in my mind. She did not like this at all. There were flashing lights like this, which were some sort of disco or something like that. Damon took me by hand and led me behind him. His grip was not gentle.
We finally reached one side of the room, where there were chairs and sofas; most of them were occupied by people who were drinking, laughing, kissing, and even fucking too. Damon sat down in his chair and pulled me into his arms. I sat on his lap; he kept a tight grip on me. I looked around, and I saw people were dancing, drinking, and kissing all around the vast room. Adam and Bran were in their chairs, already holding the girls. Damon turned me so that I faced him and made me straddle him. Damon kissed me greedily and pulled my hem upwards. He ripped my panties off of me and pushed two fingers in my cunt, arousing my G-spot so that I gasped as I got really wet.
He laid me spread-eagled on his lap and unzipped his fly. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He kissed me all the time, took out his enormous cock. He guided me over his cock and pulled me straight to the bottom. He was hard, hot, and thick. I could taste some dental stuff in my mouth as he kissed me, but lust started to take over really well. The stretching and burning began to turn into pleasure. He set the pace and the force and spared neither.
I just thought that I had fucked in public before. There is nothing strange about it. If the Lord is in such a passionate mood, then let it go. He opened the zipper of my dress, so he took out my breasts and sucked them and bit them, too. I was not sure if he bit something into them, too. He was teasing my nipples and squeezing and rubbing.
My mood was getting more and more lustful, kinda drugged, almost like sex was my whole life, and I had to now just fuck. We fucked like crazy. He would make me drink wine and tequila now and then. All the time, I was Damon's dick inside me. When he came, he'd swell up huge, and we'd get knotted. I felt the hot cream of love or lust start to spread deep inside me.
It always brought such a wonderful feeling. The knot burned and teased aroused me even more. Damon moved inside me so much as he could that I almost came in continuously all the time, one orgasm after another, and I was panting, moaning, gasping in the throes of this amazing feeling of pleasure and lust.
The party started to pick up. People wandered into the rooms: Bran, Samuel, Adam, and Charles. I had no sense of time. All the sounds and scents had faded away around us. We were just two of us, fucking like rabbits, but Damon was in the lead all the time. This was, though not normal, sex between us; this was a little bit different, but this boy was just too good at what he did and how he did it.
People were changing partners, and the smell of sex got stronger as traffic to the rooms sped up. Women came out, disheveled but satisfied, and men came, flies open almost, pants barely on when they went to seek another one to fuck.
But not Damon. He fucked me. Sometimes he'd lift me off his cock the other way, so my back was against his chest. He groped my breasts really hard, but nothing was too much; I was too far gone. He fucked, and he drank my blood. Sometimes he fucked my ass and filled me hard with his wonderful, thick love-filling.
I was completely intoxicated. He filled me repeatedly, spread his thick filling all around my belly, and made a hole in my diagram so his bump went around my lungs and heart, absorbing fairly quickly from there.
I didn't even notice, as the crowd had changed quite a bit. I leaned again with my face against Damon's shoulder as he lifted me along his cock at an ever-increasing pace. And climaxed. Again. I gasped and panted; I was so full, but as he kept me really close to him, it seemed his body heat made Bump absorb even quicker inside me, so there was always room for more.
Damon asked someone, " Do you think she's fertile yet? I've now sedated her with my stuff. As you can see, she's under my complete control."
I didn't even realize immediately that I was the subject of the conversation. I felt a hot hard cock in my pussy. The orgasm took me over again, and I was sweaty, lustful, drugged, and limp but feeling nothing but pleasure.
Someone was sniffing the air. The unknown voice said next to Damon, this was male, "No, she's not. She's got some kind of blockage. Contraceptive, maybe."
Damon was silent. Then he lifted my upper body so that he could look me in the eye.
"Mimi, baby, are you on any birth control? Have you taken something so you can't conceive?" Damon asked in a dangerously velvety voice.
I answered, saying, "Not at the moment."
Which was true, and I remembered my promise. I twisted the truth as Damon had told me.
The last contraceptive capsule I'd taken was two days ago. So, I did not take it at that moment. The effect would last about a week. These were Colin's capsules, and I had just gotten them after a stabbing session. Damon and Bran had, over the years, sometimes had the urge to have a baby with me. Colin had been adamant that I should not yet breed, and he was right. He had nursed me back to health after one really rough abortion, so he knew his stuff. In this instance, I trusted Colin fully.
The reason was simple. I had gotten an abortion every time I had conceived. Now, it wouldn't work because every time I conceived, it caused that abortion and that led to a massive infection. Colin had developed the contraceptive capsules. I had been taking the earlier versions that Samuel's team had found for years, but I had to remember to take them every day.
Damon grunted and asked, "What do you need to see if she will be useful?"
A voice answered, "Give me some of her blood."
Damon opened my wrist, drained my blood into a plastic cup, and handed it to someone.
I didn't care, as I was completely drugged. I was just a cock in my pussy, drugged, limp. Satisfied, well fucked, in Damon's lap. What could a woman want more?
Someone said to Damon, "It's reversible. Here. Make her drink this."
I was drugged, fucked all night, satisfied, and probably tipsy if not drunk.
Damon put a glass to my lips. " Here, baby, drink this."
It tasted weird. But I had no will of my own, so I obeyed. Damon kept fucking me. The room seemed dim, and my vision was quite blurry, but sensations all around my body were all that there was. It was just so perfect that I couldn't care less about anything else.
Now and then, the same thing would happen. Damon would give me weird things to drink and fuck me all the time. I was a good girl and obeyed, drank whatever he poured down to my throat. He gave my blood a few times to someone, but I didn't care. My drugged state deepened, but sensations were my life. I was kind of drugged, and I couldn't even get myself to move. Damon held me in his arms and came.
Once again, we were tied. Damon murmured to my ear," Shh, baby, enjoy yourself, good girl. You will soon. Just let the stuffing do its job. Good girl. Let go, just feel everything; there is no need to think about anything."
I was very stuffed by then, almost asleep, too. He finally lifted me off from his cock, put his pants on, and stood up. Then he carried me to the bed and left me lying there. There were a lot of guys in the room. I was being fondled and touched. My belly was massaged, as well as my breasts too. Someone stuck a finger in my pussy and pulled it out, and tasted it. I didn't care.
I was completely drugged in some way. "Now she's fertile," someone said. I had no idea who this speaker was. My vision was blurry, my mind muddled, but I was just too far gone to make any sense. My skin was still very sensitive, and it seemed that even touch by strangers brought pleasure to me.
Damon replied, "Good. Now we just wait for the heat. I'm not letting her go anywhere now; I'm trying to breed all the time." Damon stroked me, too. It felt wonderful.
Someone said, " Good, now here's this drink. 50 ml once a day. That should start the heat fairly quickly and last longer. It should keep her fertile and useful to us."
I was somewhere in my spheres when the guys left. Damon came into bed, undressed me now fully, and started fucking again. He kept coming; my womb was filled to the brim. I could feel how incredibly full it was when Damon leaned over me as he fucked me and kept me close to him. He made me drink some bitter drinks, and after three days, I was feeling very horny. I was so close to the heat.
I was lying on the bed. Damon had gone into the shower, or somewhere we were, one room downstairs, not even in our bedroom. I sleepily said, "I think I'm getting in heat." I had heard him come into the room again.
Damon approached me and kissed me. "It's on, baby. Come over here and let's get you in the heat. You are a good little girl, getting in the heat. "
He lifted me into his arms, spread my legs, and sank into me pleasurably. My heat started. He fucked me to bits; I was still very sedated state, and pleasure was all I was feeling. He was inside me for a long time, shooting deep into my womb and filling it with something. My womb was getting more and more full. He bit me all over my neck and shoulders, too. Then he sniffed me, stroked me, and sighed.
He said, "Good girl, now you just let it happen. Nothing bad will come of this for you. You're going to be all right." He rose, dressed, and went away for a little while. I was lying on the bed, feeling a kind of warmth in my pelvis. It felt nice, and I slept for a while for some reason. Then, when I woke up, I was a little less drugged; the heat was still on my pelvis, but I did not really pay any attention to it.
Damon entered the room, helped me shower, and dressed up. Then we went to breakfast, and Damon said, " Today, baby, I need to go to a couple of places. Don't worry, you'll be able to go."
After breakfast, which consisted of just fried eggs, bacon, coffee, and some sausages, we went out, and I got in Damon's car. I had no idea what this was all about. I was still in heat, and I hoped I could do without treatment during the drive.