We were frantic and found Damon's cabin and got in there and tore the clothes off each other. We kissed greedily and violently. Damon pushed me against the wall and penetrated directly into my cunt which was wet and ready. His cock was grinding me to the max and he was nibbling and nipping at my neck as he fucked me hard, rough, and brutal. We came at the same time but our passion didn't stop there. He pushed me down on the bed on my stomach and started to thrust into my asshole holding me down "Submit, Baby, tell me you're mine.." Damon demanded in a low dangerous voice. He thrust into my asshole slowly rubbing it so hard it burned and hurt but I was extremely aroused and now this kind of powerplay. Oh boy, this girl was in heat. "No, never!" I said to him. Again Damon demanded I submit slowly pushing deeper and deeper until finally I slumped and said in a weak voice "I am yours, I surrender completely, I am totally yours. "I felt a jolt in my soul and the bond between us in our Soulmatebond was suddenly much stronger and clearer. I could feel Damon's presence much better. He started fucking my ass at an ever-increasing pace still holding me completely still. Eventually, I came so hard I almost passed out. Damon came deep too, filling me with his bump. Then we continued just as fiercely, next he flipped me over onto my back and once again pierced my wet cunt completely with his hot cock.

We fucked that first 24 hours completely, with no breaks, and we couldn't get enough of each other. Then Adam called Damon that he should come and meet some alpha males too. so I showered and got dressed, went to my cabin to sigh. That is 24 hours. Damon had been on my ass like a hurricane, like a force of nature. But now I was hungry and went to find a restaurant, then some shopping and best of all, go find a fight club. The restaurant food was actually tasty. Bran, Adam and alphas were on one deck in the booth so I didn't have to worry about them. I wandered down one deck looking for shoe stores and. bingo. Oh my god, what an opportunity. Sark. mr fucking Sark, with some Korean or similar gook doing the deals. Oh boy, what a lucky day.

I passed by a clothing store and bought some even better undercover clothes. Sark was human and would be fucking easy to kill, but first I'd have to find his cabin and make a plan and then it would be a really good job if no one else in the pack saw him. Then there's the fight club to deal with. Oh, this is going to be a busy cruise. But it's worth it. If I kill this fucking prick who's already done unbelievably horrible things to me, I'll get some fight fame and I hear it's also very good anger management, the fighting, you see.

I was wandering around the ship, fumbling here and there, but actually, I was drawing up the layout of the ship in my mind all the time. What's where and then I found the fight club. Oh nice this is the toughest one of all. Kill or be killed. I spent the rest of the day gearing up. I kept a passing eye on Sark and watched the other members of the pack. When Damon texted that they were going to a nightclub with the alphas I thought jackpot, lucky days. Just what I needed. I got ready well in advance and when there was a knock on my cabin door I was in nice clothes supposedly having a already going to bed soon. Damon was drunk. I said goodnight and told him to go to a nightclub, he warned me he might be into women. I shrugged and let him go. Right now I wouldn't mind if he fucked the whole ship, as long as he left me alone.

I put on my fighting clothes and discreetly made my way toward the lower deck where the fight club was located. The place was dim and there was a cage in the middle where they were fighting. There seemed to be a crowd of people here from vampires to demons and I went down to the cage and volunteered for the fight. The man looked me up and down and snorted "It's your funeral, your carcass will be thrown in the water, for your information. under what name shall I put you here?" I replied in a small, cautious voice " Flea." This was always my bravado, always. When I went to fight, I was this little timid creature who didn't even really take a fighting stance. I'd wander around outside the cage and lazily watch the fighters, my hands wandering around and sweeping a good palmful of sand near one of the pipes, for example, which I'd casually put in my pocket. it's always good to throw sand in the eyes. it works, by the way.

Then it was my turn. everyone was booing and bored that again this, the Breaker, would get more fame when some little girl thought she was better than she is. I timidly walked into the cage and looked around in a startled way as the cage door was shut. The breaker was a six-foot-tall hunk of muscle, had lifted so many weights, and probably pulled steroids that this was not to be spoiled by brain power. I did think of a version of Tony Halme so he would make it a little rougher and put more muscle. The smasher said "Come here, sweetheart, and let me touch and explore that tight body of yours and I promise to kill you very quickly, painlessly, and neatly. "

The man growled and started coming towards me. I got to work. First, I kicked his balls as hard as I could, just standing there. The breaker collapsed and folded in half. Next thing you know, hard kick to the knee. When in some movies the main character tells you in advance how he's going to hit and then he just hits and everything goes well, but I don't do that. I don't know my next move myself, I let the rage come out and then I go on instinct and most importantly, I fight as dirty and dirty as I can, sand in the eyes, balls, and cock are good targets if you're a woman then breasts, ribs. Always surprise the target first, usually a good punch to the balls will do it, then take the opponent's mobility ability, knees, I am strong, ridiculously strong. When I kicked this guy in the knee, the crack was clearly audible and his other leg folded under him. Then I hit a goddamn hard roundhouse kick to the middle of the sternum. This was a human being so the kick broke the sternum, stopped the heart, and broke quite a few ribs. That was all. The breaker was dead in 8 minutes. The whole hall was silent as I straightened my back and said in a chilly voice, now letting my rage show. " Who's next?"