I came to and realized that I was no longer in a hospital bed; I was on top of someone, and after a while, I realized I was on top of Mariella because I could feel her breasts pressing almost against mine. She, too, had a symbol, and I felt her probing my emotional wells. They had been emptied partially, and likewise, she had found my renewed rage and was exploring them. We did not have chakras together though, and I was happy about that.
I was not yet ready for that kind of connection and besides, my chakras had been tortured quite many times, so Wulfe had always done quite a lot to heal them. He just could not get them free or even masked, but they were in my skin like a row of targets. I knew that Damon's chakras and other men, their chakras, would move a bit, so they would always connect to females. I did not want yet so a deep connection. Damon had put his chakras against mine once already, activating our true soulmate bond, but I did not want that to happen again.
I wanted to take things slowly and carefully and see where we were. It won't do any good for anyone to rush into things, not after all this time. I knew the pack was then ready to dive into my life and what had happened, but I was not so sure yet. I needed time and my own space to learn this living in a part of something, that was once my family. And then that family threw me out when I showed them everything. How much they could take now? I was so different creature. My darkness had tainted me, more or less, and there were not so many good feelings in my vaults. I did not want to break my heart and my soul anymore.
Damon sighed in his mind as he read Mimi's thoughts. Even though this was very drugged, her almost desperate thought flooded his mind and brief pause he questioned to himself, should he take this slowly? She was so damn skittish.
He asked to Mariella, "Darling, miss is very unsure and does not want any connection with us, she just.. never mind."
Mariella said in her mind, "What, Damon, tell me?"
Damon said, "Well her chakras have been tortured very many times by who, I have no idea but Wulfe had to do miracles to get them healed and then she thought that we, the pack was once her family and that family threw her out because she showed us everything. She sees herself tainted, and does not want to hurt her soul anymore. And I am not sure if she is ready to receive us."
Mariella sighed and said," Damon, remember how she could scare you away right at the start when I got on? Remember her little thoughts. She is trying the same tactic here. To make us feel guilty and leave her alone. She does not necessarily do it on purpose, but she is also protecting us, not wanting to traumatize us. There is a lot of self-blame and self-hate here. She sees herself as a monster. But as always, you are a pack leader. It is your decision."
Damon grunted, his eyes flashed a bit, and he said, "Carry on as we planned, no working that tactic right now."
Mariella was happy. Damon needed to keep his mind on this, not letting Mimi start to rule as she wanted. She loved when Damon was strong, when he was leading. He was so damn sexy.
The damn drug I was under was super strong, and I was barely awake. I tried to get my mind awake, get my rage out, to push through this drug cocktail that was swirling in my veins. I had a lot of different rages and not everything had been cleared. I need to combine my powers a bit, then it will be better. Make a power mix.
Then Damon said from beside me," Darling, Missy's waking up. Are you getting ready?"
Mariella said, "Yep, I marked those rage wells for you. They have a feeling of rage, fucking strong and just right for you; you'll get a pretty juicy catch there. They are almost stronger than my white power. So many rages and all of them have their little extra bit to them. Emotional wells are open and marked too. God knows that I have gotten a million different energies from this goldmine and there is still left you, too. She has thousands of tanks in her mind. They are pretty strong stuff as well. She is trying to start to combine her will and rage and stuff, so be careful."
I felt Damon's hands grab me, and Mariella lifted me. I tried to squirm because I wasn't used to lying naked on top of anyone. Damon lifted me on top of him, and I felt my symbols lock and a couple of chakras in the process. Our heart chakras, our love chakra, and our memorial chakra locked together, and I had to hold myself under control because our connection was forming and I was too drugged to prevent that properly. The feeling was so overwhelming, and the medicine so strong, that I laid my head against Damon's shoulder.
He murmured calmly in my ear, "That's it, baby, just let it happen, shh.. I am here, let it form. Good girl, just take it easy."
He was hot, strong beneath me, and as clearly male as can be. I could feel his hot, hard, almost pulsating problem against my ass. It felt weird, as I had put that part of myself on hold. Sex was something that was not in my mind, not been a long time, and now being surrounded by naked people felt a little overwhelming.
I was not ready for this and tried for a moment to get myself under control so I could move a little enough to get those chakras off. Damon put his hand on the back of my neck and turned my head towards his neck. He kept my head in place so I could not turn it away.
I was so fucking tired I didn't even react right away as I tried just to be, take this feeling of someone being with you, heart chakras against heart chakras, this incredibly perfect connection, and see how strand after strand grew back into our bond, how it got stronger, how I felt Damon stronger and closer, better. He murmured something; I was way too drugged to even understand a word he was saying as the connection formed. It took the rest of my sanity with it. I had to use everything that I got it keep my secrets.
How he sank into my soul, my memories. He tried to find my core, my most protected place, but I wouldn't let him. I tried to move, to get those chakras off, and I tried to move a little lower, but Damon growled in my ear, " Darlin, don't be so intense. A little down, and it will sink in, and I'm not going to stop it, but you'll see what comes of that squirming."
I blushed, and effectively. I was also right on the spot. I froze in my place. I felt somehow like a virgin, like I had been quite a while and now I tried to climb up so it was not touching my pussylips.
For I was noticing how close his cock was to sinking straight into my pussy, and Mariela had somehow lifted me so that my legs were spread wide apart on either side of Damon. I wondered if it would help if I could get my legs up on top of Damon and put them together.
Mariella grabbed my hips, preventing me from getting away and climbing upwards. Fine, gotta think of another way to do this.
Damon grunted, moved his hips slightly, and I felt the huge glans already brushing the lips of my cunt. I stayed still and did not change positions. I tried to relax, but I got tired again. Damn, the cocktail did not go anywhere, not at all.
Damon held my head against his neck and said," Come on baby, drink some blood, come on, sink your teeth in, and drink and drink good. I'll tell you when I've had enough. You smell my love, like a burning candle, meaning you have bloodlust."
When I had a very precise amount of blood that I drank, just enough to keep my strength up but not overstimulate my bloodlust. Again Wulfe had been instrumental in this to help me learn to keep my borders.
I'd got a real bloodlust, and that was something I'd been wrestling with for three years before I got myself completely under control. Wulfe had to do some real work there it keep me under control as old and powerful as he was, I was more than a match to him. And now I should be able to control myself, just drink the amount I'm allowed to drink. I took my teeth out and showed myself I could handle it. So I slammed my teeth down, and I started drinking.
When I had drunk what I needed, I broke away or tried to break away, and Damon said, " That's not enough; go ahead; you know you can't get me empty, and I'll help you with the bloodlust if you get it. Which would be just as well. It will go over once you have enough blood, but don't worry, it will take some time to get it under control. Go on, continue."
Fine. This one doesn't know what this one is asking for.
I grunted and clamped my teeth down, and started drinking. Hard, violently, brutal, and as fucking much as I wanted to. I felt my vampire claws on display, my poison nails,sinking in his flesh, and Damon gripped my wrists tightly. He pulled my nails off of his flesh. I wondered if it hurt. Groaning and drinking, I don't know how much, but then I was full, and I released my grip.
Damon said, " Good girl, and this is what we're going to do until that reaction is gone. You're a hungry vampire, and it will give way when you get enough blood. You didn't have access to that much blood, and I'm sorry about that, too, but just settle down and rest; it'll be fine. There you are, that's it; you're fine."
I let my head rest on Damon's shoulder. I was so damn full. I had satisfied some needs so completely that I knew it had been a while. My bloodlust. It brought a whole new feeling to me again, and I was very drained, and I knew it was going to take some time to digest this blood meal. But it will be back that much I knew. I could feel how strong my vampire side is and will be. I knew that way too well.
I could feel Damon relentlessly draining my rages, my emotions, my strength, but now I couldn't fight. I was home, safe, and now I didn't have to fight so hard and always be alone. He emptied most of my colorful rages, out fully of me, and destroyed wells too so those rages would go in my normal ragewell, he took my energies as well, my vampire powers, but I had so much, he was not making too big a dent in my powers.
I had a lot of different energies, and I had mixed them up, gotten all sorts of energies. Not all of them were good. I had no idea what energies i siphoned every time I killed those who had no hope. Did I suck part of their soul or their suffering? But I knew I siphoned something. What I siphoned when I had been captured, dissected alive, I did not know. I knew I could not shut my siphoning off wholly, so I had collected a lot of stuff during the years.
Mariela watched as Mimi maimed, well, maimed, and maimed Damon. Her poison nails sank damon's flesh, she could smell his blood, his grunts as he yanked them out. He didn't even flinch, and he put Mimi back in the pheromone bath. Mimi had had her poison nails on display, and her hair had gotten white streaks to it, but Damon had fed her well enough to her vampire side to calm down for now.
Mimi noticed nothing; she just kept inhaling the pheromones. That girl would be hooked, and fast. Damon was in total control of the situation. He had started with the pleasure pheromones so that Mimi would relax, and then, all the time, he was adding strength and more pheromones to the mix. It would take time to get her addicted as she was so much stronger than Mariella was, but Damon would get in there.
Mariella sensed how badly Damon wanted to push inside Mimi, to take her, but first, he was weakening her even more and strengthening himself and the pack. Mariella felt Mimi's pathos. It felt very oppressive and Mariella had felt herself that was something that should get unleashed. She understood Mimi on some level in a whole new way than she had ever felt before.
She had not put her chakras against hers, as Damon did not permit that. Only he would put chakras against her and then later it would be up to him if anyone else could do it, as he had gotten control over everyone's chakras, and he could close them if he wanted. And that was refreshing, but also surprising. She didn't think she was growing and evolving, too.
Mimi's alpha power was so dirty that it would take a long cleaning. Many times, it had accumulated so much shit. Mimi was a really powerful creature, meaning controlling her during that process would be paramount and they would have to sedate her deeply first.
I started to refresh even more and realize that I was in the right pheromone cloud, and I'd been in it for lord knows how long. My mind was quite foggy and tired, but I needed to do something. No, this is not good at all, I started squirming again and felt a huge glans sink between my pussy lips.
I stiffened, and Damon said, " I warned you, baby, you put it there yourself, but fine."
He pushed in deeper. I gasped because it burned and stretched so incredibly. It was painful. He was so big. I was dry, not ready at all, and I froze from the burning pain. I felt Damon squirting something inside me. He pressed me on back on my neck so I just had my head on his shoulder.
He murmured to me, "Easy, easy, breathe, you get over it, it feels nice soon, breathe."
I tried to breathe, but as he moved, the pain made me hold my breath. He pulled out and pushed deeper again. The burning intensified, and I felt his hot fluid being sucked into the walls of my pussy right away. He kept waiting for a moment, spurting long, smooth loads deep into my pussy, then picking up the pace and pushing deeper, relentlessly. I tried to remember to breathe and hold on. It burned and ached still. My whole lower body seemed to be in pain.
Mariella saw as Damon thrust into Mimi's dry, unused pussy mercilessly and then controlled her by keeping her in pheromones, pushing those pleasure and relaxation pheromones on her face while same time lubricating and relaxing her pussy, she would feel and quite a while too but she would soon learn and remember what that pussy is for.
His cock was thick, hard, and hot. The pain started to turn into a nicer feeling, as my pussy got wet and it was somehow more relaxed, too. And the stretching was a bit more enjoyable; I was getting quite juicy sensations. I sighed and relaxed against him, feeling him steadily draining from me. There was a lot to drain.
As if this observation had given Damon the go-ahead to speed up, the thrusts got harder, deeper, faster, and soon after, three times, he was at the bottom. Having filled me so incredibly full, he was now fucking even more fiercely, holding me tightly in his pheromones.
I felt an incredible climax develop, and Damon slammed into me, gluing our sex chakras together, controlling my climax, and then continuing to get harder and harder; he showed no mercy even though I felt myself being torn over and over and hard.
But I had no choice but to accept the hard, hot intruder, feel my peak develop, and finally, Damon took me to the top and blew me to pieces. I was still panting against Damon's neck. Now, he spun me under him and kept going. He was a force of nature. A hurricane and I wasn't at all sure I could keep up. He blew me up repeatedly until I was exhausted.
Then he moved on to Mariella. Now I couldn't go anywhere yet, and I didn't need to; I was safe at home. Even though I was fucked to pieces, I closed my eyes and let sleep come.
Mariella noticed how turned on Damon was. He had got Mimi, fucked her unconscious, and now it was her turn. And she was ready. It had been incredibly arousing to watch Damon's cock sink into Mimi's cunt as she had moved, the way Mimi's pussy lips had spread inevitably, Mimi's moans, the sounds of pleasure, how Damon had become more and more aroused, and then had just reeled Mimi under him and fucked her just the way he wanted to.
It wasn't making love on the beach or a romance novel encounter. It was the alpha male taking his female, the pack leader showing his power. It was as physical as it could be, and there was nothing wrong with it. Mariella gave herself completely to Damon. She was in this as much as he was. But she didn't know if Mimi would run away when she woke up. Maybe they'd have a little time on their hands again. She did not think now Mimi at all. All she wanted was Damon, and she had him. This was perfect like this. Now pack life could start once and for all and it would be good for Mimi to get some time to herself too.