I woke up. I was actually quite hot. I was under the covers. Between the men. Interesting. I wasn't hurt, I didn't feel feverish. It was just a very medicated and sedated feeling. I moved and Damon started stroking me and so did Adam. I was still really groggy and limp. I fell asleep again. I woke up from time to time. Same thing. My head was full of drugs in the middle of the blankets and if I moved I was stroked and soothed so that I would fall asleep. Then I was glad I wasn't awake when I had to eat. Or drink. Almost from a baby bottle, I was given a straw of some sort to put in my mouth and gentle guidance to swallow. I was always in one or the other's arms. I was naked and so were these two, but these were now in nursing mode. And I was medicated. Time didn't matter, I didn't have a sense of timing. There was just this incredibly soothing feeling that came when one of them pressed me against them. Then I felt it. A vibration. Adam's chest shook. I pressed my ear against it and listened. Adam purred like a cat. it was an incredibly strong, low, soothing purr that put me to sleep. Then somewhere in between, I heard Damon purring. A soothing, slightly snotty, and slightly broken, higher-pitched sound. Damon's purr was almost rattling. It was an incredibly sweet sound. I felt completely safe. Nothing bad could ever happen to me as long as I was safe here.

Samuel came to the Alabama house after Mimosa had spoken in his head and told him about the nesting. He knew that werewolf males may need to nest when the female is sick or weak. But very often nesting was difficult to stop. The males had to be put to sleep for a while, all nesting material had to be unloaded, and the whole space had to be ventilated because they were constantly releasing nesting pheromones into the air. That was the problem with him not going along with the nesting. According to Mimosa, they had been nesting for 8 weeks. Samuel came into the room and went in and gave both men very strong anesthetic injections.

They hadn't even noticed Samuel because they were purring to Mimi. Very rare. Samuel knew exactly three werewolves who had purred and all of them were long dead. He went to open windows and doors. When he tried 10 minutes later after the purring had stopped and the drug had taken effect, there was no reaction. Good. He fetched a stretcher and moved the men to the medbay for an IV, a wash, and a rest. They'd be fine by the time they woke up. Mimi didn't need the medicine. She had been drugged with so many different medicines as Samuel looked at the medicine bottles on the bedside table. He took Mimi to one of the bedrooms to wake up.

I woke up by myself in the bedroom. I was lucid. I looked at my phone . Yep, I've been asleep or whatever that was for 8 weeks. Two months. Interesting. I woke up in my own time and went to the kitchen to find food. I went to the fridge to get some when Samuel came into the kitchen. He said " Was it an experience to be in the nest? Adam and Damon built you a nest and gave their nesting instincts power. They kept you sedated and sleepy and purred for you. " I nodded and said " The purring sounded wonderful. It made you feel so safe that nothing bad would happen. " I went to eat. After eating I took a shower and started to look around the house. Mimosa always jumped out when no one was looking and eagerly searched every place and thought of everything that could be anywhere. I had been exploring for a few hours when determined hands circled around me and a voice in my ear whispered " Are you making a sex nest for us?" I laughed and said " No nest of any kind, but I'm open to the kind of activity you might suggest." I looked at Damon hotly and broke free from his grip, ran a few steps away and turned around, and said "Rah!" I ran forward. I heard myself being chased and finally, Damon grabbed me by the waist and threw me against the wall, and kissed me fucking greedily and fiercely. Then he broke away and said "Rayh to yourself but you're not getting away again."

We ended up in one of the bedrooms tearing each other's clothes off. We were insatiable and nothing was enough for us. Damon threw me on the bed and slammed himself on top of me and pushed his thighs between my legs separating them and pushing into me with a cruel and fierce thrust. I was very wet though so there was no problem on that side. Damon was a force of nature. Strong, fast, dominant. Hot, hard, thick. I felt full, helpless in a good way, now I was just enjoying myself. We kissed like we'd never kissed before and we couldn't get enough of each other. Soon we were sweaty and horny looking hot at each other as if we hadn't done anything yet. I felt his cock fill my pussy to the brim and the sting that came from it was just an added spice to the climax I felt approaching from the thrust. Damoin showed no mercy and fucked through every orgasm like a raging maniac, every time I came he kissed me greedily and held my breath. When he finally exploded inside me and I felt the wonderful sauce of lust begin to flood inside me I was happier than I had been in a long time. Not that there were any limits to our passion. We were stuck with each other again for 4 weeks, a month. Finally, I lay on top of Damon, exhausted and out of my mind fucked.

Damon lazily stroked me and said " Why don't you ever come and just be in my arms? You're obviously enjoying this." I sighed and said " Not my style. I've never been a lap cat. I just don't know how." Damon laughed and said " Baby, don't you worry, I'll teach you. " I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was still on top of Damon, he was completely asleep. His other arm was wrapped around me. He was sleeping peacefully, looking so young, so innocent. My bladder just announced itself and with extreme care I moved his arm away from me and crept into the bathroom. Ah, the happiness and bliss of having a very full bladder to empty. I thought with amusement that yes, I do have a cause for happiness. But now I'm enjoying it. Everything was perfect. I went back to bed still enjoying myself and well, I wasn't asleep and as I looked at this perfect man I let my hand go between my legs.

I closed my eyes as I started to enjoy myself and suddenly a tight grip squeezes around my wrist and takes my hand away. I opened my eyes and Damon was looking at me hotly and questioningly. He said " Baby, four weeks, isn't anything enough for you, no way, I like waking up to the smell of strawberries and champagne. " He rolled over on top of me and was just as horny. We went another week. I lay tiredly on top of Damon again and he stroked me. Then he said "Maybe this isn't the most wonderful place in the world, but, baby, will you marry me? Again. This time. We'll have a big wedding, a dress for you and everything. Three days, in an Italian castle. Isn't that perfect? "I was so happy and I wanted it to last. I said, "Yes, yes, I'll go. Let's have a big wedding." He stroked me for a while and then I heard it again. A purr. And then he was super happy because of what Samuel had said. The purring was extremely rare. It only came out in the nest or if you were really super happy.

I fell asleep to Damon purring at me like a cat. When I woke up he was now alone in bed. On the bedside table was a huge bouquet of red roses, a phone and wallet, and a message saying " Little gig baby, I'll probably be back in a week or two. Don't run away." Fine. I went to shower and eat. I looked at some Flea stuff on top of the food and there was a gig planned for just down the road in Alabama. Well, I'd have time. I messaged Adam about it and he said he couldn't make it because of a werewolf crisis. Never mind. I don't mind. I started planning my part. It was a medical facility about 12 stories high, and there were test subjects, but it wasn't a Sark facility. It doesn't matter anyway.

I would lead the rescue team so my job was to find the victims, extricate them, give first aid ie blood, and help the victims to the transporters. So the transporters would then get the victims out of the facility quickly and efficiently. The collectors were their own group, so all the drugs, the samples. And the exterminators, well they were the group that then tore the facility apart. This was a multi-group operation, so it would be a good plan. All the participants were such that they could in principle do another part, so they all knew how to blow up or destroy. Unfortunately, no one had the blood I had, except maybe Damon, but he never wanted to take part in any rescue operation and I couldn't understand why.