The footsteps approached, and Charles entered the room. I was standing and looking at my dress, putting on my lace jacket, and I saw him in the mirror. He was a sight to be seen.
He was wearing a dark blue silk shirt that accentuated his suitably muscular body. The light purple leather pants were not at all gay but showed off Charles' muscular thighs and a gorgeous ass. My husband was a real eye candy. He came at me like a predator, gliding across the floor.
He directed me to sit at the dressing table, on a stool and I saw him still in the mirror. He took a brush and began to brush my hair and put it together in a luxurious comb. I needed my dose of his pheromones and they would bring me such pleasure that I could not even think of anything else when I smelled them.
When he was done, I stood up and turned to face Charles. I buried my face in his neck and soaked in his pheromones, the forest, the apple, the chocolate, the burning wood, and the wind. This scent was like a story. It was my story to have, and I loved this.
I could feel the pheromones being absorbed, and I knew that I would now last maybe 12 hours before my next dose. I had to have one or the other of the pheromones, or I was going to have physical withdrawal symptoms, headaches, nausea, and tremors. I had never tested how bad the symptoms would be, and I didn't want to. He looked at me and smiled. We kissed passionately.
We did not need words as our eyes locked and our passion took over. He pushed me against the wall, unzipped his pants, and ripped my pants apart. He pushed into me, his cock rockhard, demanding, and took me hard against the wall. I was all wet and ready. I felt my pussy throbbing and my juices wetting the insides of my thighs.
I felt my pussy submit to this mighty conqueror and began to moisten and stretch properly so that Charles plunged into me again and again, all the way to the bottom, and began to squirt against my womb. I think he was planning another rutting session for me somewhere in between. He opened my womb, penetrated it, and began to flood his substances deep into my womb, telling it who was controlling me and in control.
My womb gladly accepted the substances, and I felt the heat a little more again. Charles' satisfied grunt after sniffing me told me he knew what he was doing. He was trying to guarantee that he would be able to deal with my lust. We kissed all the time and fucked passionately for 20 minutes until he came inside me. Hot waves went through my body as I felt his bump fill me. I felt it spread everywhere. Finally, he slipped his hand under my dress, and the sharp pain under my ribs told me that he had made a hole in my diaphragm so that his bump spread to my heart and around my lungs, too.
A bump, well, when the purpose of human sperm is to carry sperm and reproduce, for us, it's a bit different. There's no sperm in a bump. The bump nourishes and binds the couple together. A man smells a woman's deficiencies or problems, and instinctively he makes a bump, which helps. The bump was easily absorbed, and I knew that this load that Charles had flooded inside me would be soon absorbed into my body, nourishing and caring for me.
I've now recovered from several shed sessions, so Adam and Charles fucked me back into shape. The most recent case was when I was given an anesthetic that dropped my blood sugar and body temperature to rock bottom levels; Charles started making a bump that was 45 degrees Celsius so that I would warm up, and Adam would put sugar in his bump so that my blood sugar would stay up until the drug had cleared. It had required Damon to come in that play too and his bump had actually with his super dental substances done the chopping of that drug.
They make the bump in the abdominal cavity. It has its glands and a storage bag. This is another physiological anomaly that separates us from humans. The bump is very nutritious, especially when it's in a centrifuge. A centrifuged bump is like a pudding. You can even use it for cooking.
Males are doing bumps more or less all the time, but the rate of production varies for females. I am usually demanding that both of them make a bump at quite a rate for me, as does Damon too. He also collects bumps to tanks from Adam and Charles too, analyzes them so he knows what is in that bump and where it could be used. When Damon wants to be, he is quite a scientist too, a doctor.
Bump's official name is Intra-Abdominal Nourishing Liquid, or IANL for short, and it has not been used in medical settings for so long as it is not very normal to make bump so there is not enough for it to be used and studied. Even if one could be able to make a bump, it is not gonna happen unless he has another part of it, meaning a mate or someone who they will do it for.
The female will give certain pheromones when the relationship is getting serious enough, and that pheromone makes males activate their bump production. Once it is on, it won't away, so even if the werewolf would lose the mate, whom he had done bump for, those organs remain active more or less, but the rate of bump would be minimal unless he finds someone else to produce bump for.
The centrifugation liquid is another standard stuff in drip bags. We don't use saline as a base. We use bump liquid. Damon also knows how to make a sedative bump, aka stupefying bump. The older and stronger the vampire, the more skilled he is at controlling his bump. The bump comes out when you're turned on.
Eventually, he withdrew from inside me. I was left with an empty feeling, but I could feel him gently pressing my stomach and his bump spreading everywhere. I knew I had Charles inside me. It felt so warm and wonderful. I could feel his heat substances in my womb, making my womb soften and prepare to rut. I quickly went to the toilet to flush myself so it wouldn't be so obvious what we had done, and Charles did the same.
Charles had just put on my make-up and nails and was digging a brand-new gold chain out of his pocket.
"Oh, the classic ones or..." I murmured to him seductively, even though we had just had quite passionate sex. But I could be a real sex beast when I wanted to.
I looked at Charles hotly. I thought something was arousing and sexy about being chained up. It's easy to think of Charles as the captor and me as the prey, but sometimes, I felt like I was the winner, especially if I could get both Adam and Charles attached to me. I had gotten these two as my own and it gave me a certain feeling of power over them.
This chain belt was a job for the three of us, and now Charles had got another whole new gold-heavy, pretty big chain belt with diamonds or crystals here and there. He fastened the chain around my waist. He made sure that it was tight enough, so it would stay in place and not drift in my hips. On either side of the belt, the ends of the chain would hang from my hips.
From these ends, Charles or Adam would attach me to their belt, where they had a specially made clip to which this chain tip would lock. We had already received a lot of attention at parties and clubs for this fad, which soon became widespread. Now, there was no vampire or werewolf party without couples chained together.
I was pretty ready for this thing and especially in the evening party, this would be just right for us. There was a knock on the door. I automatically said, "Come in."
Damon entered the room. He was wearing a black silk shirt with a handkerchief in the breast pocket, the exact color of my dress, folded in the pocket. His hair also had a stripe in my dress color. Black leather trousers fitted Damon's gorgeous body like a second skin. This one was also a real eye-catcher. Black clothes made him look very dangerous and seductive same time and I could see him making an effort here.
Charles took a step back and furrowed his brows slightly. He was getting a little jealous, and protective and he had his own ideas about our time in the party.
Damon said softly, "Charles, I'd like to spend this party with Mimi. I know you two have a thing, but since that hospital is Mimi Salvatore's, I thought it would be clearer. Baby and I have a bit of a chat. I know we've had some difficult times, and I'm trying to put things in order."
Damon stressed just a little bit just the word Salvatore.
Charles thought for a moment and relaxed.
"Also, could I have a clip like that for this party? I would love to be part of this fashion at this party. And one more thing, Charles," Damon said, almost hypnotically.
It was no news that Damon, including Adam and Charles, could impress men, too.
The men in my pack also had a thing for each other, or Damon had a thing for them, and they had a thing for Damon. It became a sort of energy umbrella, I'm told. Charles also had his weaknesses, and as far as Damon was concerned, he knew what to do. Damon could seduce men and women as same. So he had these two could well wrap around his fingers.
Charles said, "What thing?"
Damon came closer and glued Charles to the wall. They kissed passionately. He opened the door, took Charles by the hand, and led him away.
They came back in twenty minutes; I thought. Thank God there's still time. Damon smiled confidently. The fish was hooked. He'd make sure Charles didn't interfere with Mimi again. Mimi belonged to him, and he would have to show Mimi once again.
Damon looked Charles in the eye and said softly. "Could you take care of that side of the PR? So Mimi doesn't have to be talking to someone all the time. I know you're better at that than Mimi."
Charles nodded. "Of course I can. You two just enjoy your meal and wander around. I can do the interviews. I have no problem handling them. You're right that Mimi doesn't always give the right impression, perhaps."
Charles took the clip from his belt and handed it to Damon.
He attached it to himself and made sure it wouldn't come off.
Charles said. "I've got to go now. You two, once you are ready, come then."
And then Charles left. I was looking still at his ass and the way he walked. It was just so hot.
Damon waited a moment, turned to me, and said, "So now it's just you and me, Baby. This will be wonderful for us."
I nodded. He came up beside me, took the end of my belt, and fastened it on himself. I said, "Are you going to hold me in the car, too? Getting in the car can be tricky."
Damon smiled cruelly and coldly, saying, "Don't worry about it Baby, we have a limo coming to pick us up in a minute, but first, we're going to go somewhere else. I've got something to show you. So we can best time of ourselves."
He took my hand, and we left the room. For some reason, we went to the basement, and he walked me to the other end, where there was an iron door. He took a key from his pocket and opened the door.