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Chapter 468 - 27. Tell The World.

I had already listed to Charles what I wanted: a hospital, a zoo, and a research facility to study werewolves and shapeshifters and their characteristics. I had got the idea that I should develop the perfect food for Mimosa, and that's where this facility came to me.

I had a few foods done for her already but according to Samuel and Colin those weren't perfect for her, more studies would be required and it would be possible that her nutritional requirements would change even more when her feline side became more pronounced, just like I would do.

Because there was no good reliable facility where one could study Mimosa and me too, I came up with a solution. Let's build one. I asked a lot of questions about what Samuel and Colin would also need. Charles, Adam, and Samuel listened to this idea enthusiastically, and Charles started to put the wheels in motion for different facilities. Samuel started to look into this food thing, and Mirella and I went through our wings. Some houses would also have a man's wing, as Adam and Charles had taken up the challenge. 

My days were busy as there was so much to do and eager men listened to me and my ideas, nothing was too weird or strange if I came up with something, well usually someone would maybe modify it a bit and it would be more suitable then for our purposes too.

After we had been in Boston for a month, Damon came back relaxed and calm. We had a little fast one here and there. He took me very rough and fast, a few times, leaving me panting and all hot and bothered, and then he just went on continuing planning their project, too. He, too, began to design the men's wings. They would all have pool tables and big ass TVs and, of course, fucking rooms too.

We girls just had a little plan that these would be strictly girl's wings, and Mirella had found good locks for the doors, and we designed them so you couldn't even get in through the outside. There was the fenced yard, a huge one, but no access to men. We even made sure that no one could get in the wing by crawling inside the ceiling, too. We had our rooms, and lots of aquariums in there too. Everything would be so perfect and so secure, too. 

I had fun with my husbands, three of them, and all of them were more or less passionate with me, at any time. Samuel was with Mirella and Mimosa, but not with me, as my trio did not let him even near me. Bran was out of the equation fully and he had the tendency of getting quite nasty nosebleeds and headaches if he came near me when Damon was around, he was a powerful telepath, and Bran's not-so-nice attitude toward me was pretty obvious to him.

Then Bran finally started to get nervous and surprise. The men, I mean Adam and Charles, were busy doing gigs all over America. Damon was to send out a few gigs, but he had been quite reluctant, but as these were again quite nasty jobs, he agreed. I gave him the little reward, information, and the whereabouts of two very nasty men working with Sark. His expression lit up, and he was sure that these would not be alive long.

It was just that somehow Bran had to go do some Marrok business at the same time and he was very irritated by this fact. If I saw a smug look on Damon's face just before he left, and got my suspicions right, my husband had ensured that Bran would not be in the same house just by himself when I was there. Damon can be very protective of me. He somehow knew what Bran had done to me, on some level.

I didn't mind; Mirella, Mimosa, and I had a lot of fun while we continued our wing work. After three weeks, Damon returned full of dominance and attitude. Then Mirella had to come and rest in my head, and I continued planning with my fleas. I wouldn't go to the gigs now; I'd just see where they needed help. I made myself a study where I could work on my peace and focus on my work properly. 

I could keep passing around kill lists or gig planning, but I wasn't actively going anywhere now. Damon was in the house making food and making sure I came to eat. I'd already had three flanks for not coming to eat right away.

He has little problem with the word Soon. He said to my mind that come to eat and when I answered him that soon; he walked in, flanked me, and walked me slowly to the kitchen, flanking me in my liver, and rubbing my liver all the time. So, to be a good and obedient wife. After that, I could go and do some work on my peace until the next time I ate.

Then he kidnapped me again. I had just eaten a pretty big meal and was about to go back to my planning on one huge blasting job when I started to get tired.

My mind was blurring up quite effectively and Damon came up behind me and started stroking me and said, " Little bitch thinks I haven't noticed your little self-medications. When you think I'm out of it, I can still hear and smell."

Well, I have tried a few products from our girls' pleasure room from time to time. It was good to keep the momentum on. I did not think that he had picked it up, but then again, telepath, a hybrid with quite a good sense of smell.

His hands were already inside my shirt, and my consciousness was well on the way to passing out. All I felt was him pick me up in his arms again and carry me into the car. I felt his love for me and then my mind just shut down, not a bad way to lose consciousness as the last thing that I felt was feeling loved. 

I woke up in the basement, tied naked to the frame again, and Damon said, "Morning, my little bitch, let's get started then. "

I was already pretty wet, and I didn't understand what the ultimate turn-on was for me in this bondage, but I was soaked. He was so gloriously dangerous, dominating, and cruel and knew exactly what buttons to press, and how to make me so freaking wet that I begged for him to fuck me. We went through the entire basement, and there was so much new equipment I didn't think existed.

In the beginning, the contrasting sensations of pain and pleasure overwhelmed my senses. The sharp sting of whips and lashes transformed into a strange, intoxicating delight under his skilled hand. I could feel my mind being altered by these intense experiences.

Once he had mercilessly beaten me, the pain turning into a cruel pleasure; he took me forcefully, claiming me as if I were his to own completely. There was no mercy in his actions. He made me submit and surrender repeatedly before taking me with a violent intensity. He bit me full of his marks. No Adams or Charles's marks were left at all and I smelled like passionfruit too. 

Eventually, we found ourselves back on the beach, and I decided to embrace my wildcat nature. While I had rarely revealed my vampire form to Damon, I knew that tapping into this bloodlust would provide an advantage. With a deep breath, I allowed my transformation to occur, fully aware that I had no control over this side of me until Damon had done his part. Otherwise, my wildcat would have indulged in feeding until exhaustion.

Damon observed as Mimi underwent her metamorphosis. Her once-blood red locks turned a silvery white, cascading down in straight strands. Her alluring dark blue eyes transformed into pools of impenetrable blackness. Clad in a black lace dress, her nails grew long and poisonous. Her lips were blood red. Her skin was almost white. Her voice took on a seductive tone, captivating Damon as he let his vampiric instincts rise to the surface. This creature before him presented an enticing challenge.

Damon met her gaze with a smile, tauntingly calling her "little kitty" and offering to teach her once again. I could sense the hunger within my wildcat, yearning to feed and dominate. It was the ultimate test for Damon, who had also embraced his vampire side. We engaged in a fierce, almost combative encounter on the beach, unlike anything we had experienced before. He ripped my lace dress off me and started to show how a vampire husband has the right to his wife. 

My vampire side did not appreciate the control Damon exerted over me as he pressed our hands together, marking our vampiric connection through our marriage bond. He used this connection to manipulate and constrain her as well. The competition intensified as we raced against each other, consuming blood in a desperate attempt to gain control. I struggled to rein in Damon's dominance, yet he effortlessly overpowered me, teaching me how to exhaust and control my wildcat nature.

As our encounter concluded, my wildcat retreated, sated from both pleasure and feeding, yet annoyed by the fact that she was now married and subject to this control. 

We were once again immersed in pure happiness. The sun bathed our paradise in a warm golden glow, casting a serene light on our entangled bodies. The gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, creating a soft rustling sound that blended harmoniously with our contented sighs. Our paradise island was everything that I yearned for in that moment. It and Damon. 

I gazed into Damon's eyes, the vibrant hues reflecting the beauty of the moment, and whispered, "Oh, these times, these are the ones where Sark feels nowhere. Any pain, horror, or experience is all in the distant background, as I simply savor being here with you. It's so unbelievably perfect. You, Damon, are utterly flawless."

He emitted a low, satisfying grunt and replied, "Listen, baby, I'm far from perfect, as you've noticed, and will continue to do so. I don't want to dampen your joy, but I must confess, even though it sounds unpleasant, what Sark did back at the facility, unleashing the dark side of me, Damien. He shattered some barriers I had built up. Now, my love, it may be that this side will surface more frequently, and I'm uncertain if the Dresden potions will be of any help. It's regrettable to bring this up during such a perfect moment, but I must. Because even though that side may not permit me to warn you, you need to know. You see, baby, whenever I exert control over you, be it in the basement or during our nocturnal adventures, it keeps that side in check, weakens it, or at least it used to. Now, I'm filled with doubt about the entire situation."

He let out a weary sigh and fell silent.

I remained still for a moment, absorbing his words, and then whispered, "Thank you for the warning. That's why our wings will be girl wings. I'm learning to recognize when Damien is present, so I'll have a sanctuary to retreat to. You must believe that he is not a part of you. He somehow manipulates you to access those memories and evoke those feelings, but he himself has admitted this multiple times. But for now, Damon, let me revel in this moment a little longer, for it is exquisite. Our love weakens him, so let me love you."

Damon stared at me and said, "I do love you, truly, but what if it isn't enough? I can feel his presence, it, whatever it may be, and baby, I'm not so certain that he is separate. I feel those sensations so intensely, as if they're corrupting me. I've tried, here and in our lives, to teach you about pain and pleasure, hoping that if the pain is lessened, he won't derive as much pleasure. But honestly, I have no idea, baby. What if he strikes again? How long can you trust me, trust our love? What if he corrupts me further? Sometimes, I feel fragments of myself slipping away, replaced by a growing darkness."

I caressed my husband's body, our movements filled with a sense of mischief. The ideas that danced in his mind about what to do with me were intriguingly naughty. Our passion took us to the sandy shores, where we indulged in untamed desires for quite some time. At that moment, it felt like the world belonged solely to us, away from everything and everyone. The warm ocean breeze embraced us, and the rhythmic beating of our hearts echoed in perfect harmony.

Little did I know that it would be my final visit to the Azores. Life became arduous afterward, leading us to lose one another. He found solace in someone new, and while we may have attempted to rekindle our connection, it remained uncertain.

The Azores remained a cherished destination for Damon, as he discovered a new companion to share it with. It was no longer ours, but their paradise now. I no longer possessed a personal sanctuary, except for the moments I found solace in Charles's embrace. Yet even that refuge wasn't always available. Perhaps, I thought, paradise was never meant for me.

Nevertheless, Damon and I have our private island, a place where we can fulfill our needs and find mutual satisfaction. I am so much changed from that time and I need to unload my powers; I am a freaking superpowered creature nowadays and this is the place where my husband takes care of unloading me, if he wants to and because I will offer the very good catch of powers, he will want to unload me privately if possible, meaning I am not too full for him and then it takes a whole pack to get me a little more unloaded. Let's just say that he is close enough to me to be able sense when I need unloading, something that was earlier only Charles's knack but Damon senses me so much better, I have no idea what future holds. Is it truly possible for him love us both?