I had been here a week and was about to go to the kitchen to get something to eat when a twinge in my stomach told me so. Suddenly an arm wrapped around me, and a needle penetrated my jugular. All I heard was sleepy time and smelled passionfruit. The darkness came. They had installed a new implant on me, too. It had been done right after we got back, in Colin's clinic.
I woke up on the plane. I knew where I was because I recognized the smell. I also realized I was naked in Damon's arms, and I was still completely medicated. He put a drinking straw in between my lips and said, " Drink baby, good girl, drink it all. Excellent, that's it ."
I don't know how much I drank. It was still slightly sweet, a bit thick, and tasted like passionfruit with Damon's blood in it.
I was completely sedated and lucky I had the strength to open my eyes. Damon was stroking me, and he let his hands roam over my body. But something in his grips was a little dangerous too.
He said, "Don't worry darling, Charles and Adam actually agreed to this, it's alright, shh. Just lie there."
He started stabbing me in my stomach over and over again, sending fear and terror. I could feel my blood running down me and the knife sinking deeper into my stomach again and again. How he twisted it inside me. He whispered in my ear about actions and consequences. This lesson was about what comes after action like say, taking Charles and getting engaged with him. This is the result of that. His voice was chillingly dangerous. I was helpless, in pain, confused, in his mercy.
I was helpless, half-conscious, and in agonizing pain. Scared. But still, always, always I got soothed by his heartbeat, always. He opened my throat several times and bled me dry. I was shaking. Fear and terror had not yet gotten any less at all. Finally, darkness came as I stood still in his grip, and his claw once again held open my jugular artery.
I woke up tied up in my standing position and hadn't even oriented myself where I could be now. I was in spiked cuffs, naked, and strapped in an X-shape. I couldn't see a thing, and when I started to wake up properly, I realized I had a blindfold.
A now clearly seductive and dangerous voice said, "Little bitch is going to get some treatment because little bitch is about to get in heat. The little bitch is going to be taught some manners again. Wildcat is also getting treatment and properly too."
I started to get wet and realized that, really; I was about to get heat.
Suddenly he hit me with a flogger and violently right on my ass, several times, and from behind into my pussy. Which seemed to like being beaten and started to moisten even more so that a distinct strawberry champagne smell started to fill the air.
Damon said, " Let's be wild little bitches about it. Fine, I'll tire you out, bitch."
He pushed just a little inside me again, and it had been over a year since I'd had a cock .that was as horribly teasing as I could be.
I tried to squeeze his huge glans, and Damon laughed a raspy laugh and said, "Oh, that's what being such a needy little bitch, wanting dick, is all about. You'll get it when you get it. Don't worry, little bitch, you're mine now. "
He teased and spanked, slapped, tickled, beat, tormented.
Finally, he took my blindfold off and said, "Welcome to the Azores, baby; now we're going to go get in the heat here while they take care of Mimosa's horny, so we agreed to get you both off so we can plan the wedding. And I don't listen to any objection, darling, we're getting married again, even if it's only by half force."
Damon was serious, and now there was a familiar edge to his voice, sharper if possible.
He tied me to the bench and thrust pleasurably fast inside me, and started fucking like he hadn't had sex in a year, either. I knew they'd had a party, and I guessed he hadn't been on a sex fast either.
He didn't let me adjust to his thick cock as it pushed all the way to the base again and again and relentlessly, as before. He now took me, and I was tied helplessly and in heat.
He read my mind and said, "Actually, baby, I've been fasting for almost 2.5 years now. Maggie didn't fuck. She somehow paralyzed me. I don't know how, but that performance of yours at the party and in the store ignited my rage, and then Maggie saw what happens when you manipulate me. Your little feeding weakened her. I heard the truth, and I got my rage out. I'll show you somewhere in between. Maggie didn't last two weeks, and then I was a widow. And now I'm a groom waiting to get married. Adam and Charles know it, and they have no problem because I'm their sire, so I say one thing, and they don't even want to put up a fight."
I was surprised when he told me that he was their sire. I thought they had become vampires because of me.
His voice was now amused. " Oh baby, did you really think that a young, strong vampire, like you drinking on men for a few months, would turn them into vampires? No, I had been drinking on both of them for a few years, pretty regularly. And I have given them both of them a piece of my heart, times ago. That was coming. Your little thirst just made it all right."
He made me climax, coming violently repeatedly, fucking me relentlessly through my orgasm before I felt a lovely thick wave of warm love cream start to flood inside me. We went through the entire basement again. He ruled, and I was his little bitch.
Then we moved to the beach again, and I ran away in the sand along the beach and he always caught me and knocked me over, and we kissed, and I begged for more once again.
I showed this devil what he meant to me and how much I missed him as we lay on top of each other on the hot beach at midnight.
Somehow, I felt an urgent need to open up, to let him know the immense pain I had endured. I gazed up at the glittering stars and whispered to Damon, tears welling in my eyes, "Jake is dead... I lost him at the gig. And so did Christy, Dash, Daisy, Ruben..."
Damon gently caressed my trembling form, his touch offering comfort. "Come on, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness, "I'll help you untangle the memories, and release the burden. You don't have to carry the weight of all those deaths with you."
I sighed heavily, my voice strained with sorrow. "I initiated all of this, back in my time. It's my duty, my responsibility to carry them with me... because without me, they might still be alive. I know everyone understood the risks and the consequences. But why does that fucking Sark always stay one step ahead? No matter how hard I strive to protect those at the gigs, he always finds a new way to annihilate them. Why can't I just keep everyone safe?"
Damon's touch lingered on my skin, holding me close, as he softly urged, "Tell me, my love. Tell me what happened, how he was taken from you."
A hushed silence settled over us as I gathered my thoughts, my mind aching with the weight of the memories. "I was too lenient... we knew, we had discussed it. We had devised a plan and even had explosive bullets in mind, but Magnum couldn't perfect the armor. He had one version, but it was excessively heavy and cumbersome. Our mission required swift movement and agility. We had received intel about many potential victims to save, and being overly armored would hinder our efforts. So, our new protocol was to equip everyone with a vial of my blood. If they got hit, they could save themselves. It was easily accessible in our gear. But Sark, that ruthless bastard, overrode it all with 'explosive' poisonous bullets, remotely controlled."
My voice remained resolute, detached, as if merely relaying facts rather than reliving the horror. Perhaps Damon sensed this, but he remained silent, his touch providing solace.
And so, my account continued, "When the guards initially shot Jake, I saved him with my blood, intending to extract the bullet later. We rose to our feet and began walking when suddenly, I heard a sound. A low, guttural grunt. I turned to look, meeting Jake's gaze, and in that moment, he uttered not a word. Blood began to trickle from his mouth, staining his lips, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Everyone was struck, and Sark triggered all the bullets, unleashing their lethal poison. Even a shot in the leg proved fatal. He had Christy in his clutches, and he showed me the horrifying sight of her throat being mercilessly slit with a knife."
I didn't disclose the exact details of what had happened or what was said to him. There was no need to provoke his jealousy further. I made sure not to mention anything about his family or even my recent trip to see relatives, Jake's wife included. I attempted to let it go, to leave the past in the past, and move forward. Jake made his sacrifice when he decided to join that team, knowing that it was the most dangerous position to be as my bodyguard.
Damon, remained silent, contemplating the situation. Finally, he spoke, "So, this all occurred during the European gig. And let me guess, next came the divorce?"
I nodded in confirmation. As we sat there in silence, I gazed up at the twinkling stars above, finding solace in their beauty. "The others had to finish the gig when I couldn't. I was utterly exhausted and ended up in a coma for three months. At the time, neither Adam nor Charles were vampires, and no one knew how to perform a heart-to-heart energy transfer. My body simply couldn't absorb the nourishment it needed."
Damon remained deep in thought before speaking again, "You weren't alright when the show started, were you? But that's another story, and I know I played a part in it too. Bran didn't handle your heat well, I suppose."
I nodded, refocusing my attention on managing my state. I said to him ,"my guess is Charles and Adam knows the truth but I haven't told them, they must have heard it somewhere."
Soon enough, I managed to gain control over my emotions, entering a different state of being. My intense and wonderful heat lasted for twelve long weeks, but in the end, I found happiness once more. I was lying on top of him, listening to his soothing heartbeat, feeling my heart beating the exact same rhythm.
Turning to Damon, I couldn't help but voice my frustrations. "Why do I keep falling for you repeatedly? Why is this situation so frustratingly perfect? Why do I always allow you to break my heart, yet still take you back? How our hearts are beating unison again?"
Damon smiled, his gaze filled with affection, and replied, "And why do I, a centuries-old creature with a multitude of admirers, always find myself coming back to you? Why can't I leave you behind? Why do you make my soul sing? We are married, I told you, nothing can break this bond, no matter what I say. It was part of Maggie's compulsion for me to utter those words, trying to nullify our marriage but as you see, it does not work. It's perplexing, my love. These are the mysteries of the world, and all we can do is embrace them and go with the flow."
I fell asleep on Damon's chest after my heat had died down. I felt him in my mind all through the heat, looking for those memories, but I had already put them away. They weren't supposed to be dispelled. They were supposed to be remembered to be learned from. So, I wouldn't always be killing people for nothing.
Next time, no matter how heavy the armor is, it will be worn if there is even a hint of those bullets. They took samples of the bodies of the fallen, but the poison had been fast acting and disintegrating too fast, so no decent sample had been acquired to get an antidote done. Nothing works perfectly.