I went to Europe, to Italy, and bought another castle there which I started to fix up. This was therapy at its best, I knew Mirella couldn't get to me because she was always watching the mimosa rutting lest Damon hurt her. I put a nice room for the girls in here too, an aquarium on all sides, rugs for wall hangings, and different animal robes, the castle was big and had lots of stone walls to cover.

Magnum came to help with this very hanging as he had actually come to talk about a gig at the same time as I was hanging one huge heavy bear hide on the wall and I couldn't make anything out of him as he kept worrying that I was going to fall. He got 20 fleas to watch while I hung another one, a moose pelt, and soon I had a strange amount of fleas hanging everything on the wall.

I still don't understand to this day what it is about trying to hang either curtains or wall hangings that even Damon will come in the middle of a sex session and hang it in front of me and look at me steadily and then leave without saying a word. I just don't get it. I can't die.

I then went on to do everything that Magnum said was safe for me, putting in rugs, and some of the aquarium work. Magnum had a problem with the devices and at that point, I was told quite bluntly that I could handle them, and if he wanted to help then he would start filling the tanks with water.

Pretty quickly he left to do other things. I can still do that. Then Magnum and the fleas left, after I had helped him with their little jobs and planned quite a few jobs in the meantime. I hadn't been alone long before I began to feel the first signs of heat. I was surprised, though, because it had been four months since I'd been concentrating on work again.

And it wasn't going to be easy again. My stomach was already hurting even though the heat was still weeks away and the pain was reminiscent of some sort of menstrual cramps. What was clear was that my uterus was playing and playing enthusiastically. When I called Samuel he said "Fine come on, Arkansas to the house and I'll check you over and see if I can find a reason. "I flew to America and Samuel examined me for days and couldn't really find a reason.

I stayed in Arkansas and Samuel said "Your heat is not far off, I would say a couple of months but these warnings before a real heat is nothing new. "I was living in the wing, Damon had left as soon as he'd dealt with Mimosa and hadn't even left a message or anything, but I wasn't actually expecting it.

Mirella and I made dinner and she gave me some dental stuff which helped a little with the cramps. She said, "Ask Bran, he really does have a really wide range of heat experience if he's come across that before." My stomach was cramping almost every day and the Mirella stuff took the worst of it away but didn't really relieve it. I decided not to go straight to Bran to ask for heat advice or he'd somehow get in the way of my heat.

Charles said " Sometimes a heat, if it gets strong it will announce itself in advance, try honey, if a hot bath would help. " I tried baths and showers. Luckily the pain wasn't quite constant, I still didn't want to fuck, somehow I was still so dry I wasn't even interested in the whole thing even though the heat was getting closer by the day. I suffered cramps and aches for 8 weeks before the fucking heat came on.

When I did get it, it was a real show. At first, it was hard to get heat on, I was very excited but I didn't come easily. Adam and Charles had to work a bit to get me going. And then I didn't always want the treatment even when I needed it so they just had to take me.

One would hold still while the other got in and then usually my resistance broke and I started to enjoy the job very much. And then I wanted wolves. Adam had evolved to the point where he could get into wolf form immediately like Charles and then I'd get wolves, whenever I insisted. The knot had to be tight and it had to be big.

I had to be stroked and petted and then fucked like a wild beast. My lust lasted 14 weeks and the three of us were so fucking tired after that. All those positions, the wolves, the rapes. It got to the point where I ran away and got myself almost six times a talented heat knot which the men then opened and sometimes looked at my cunt and furrowed their brows at it as if there was someone really really wrong.

When my heat went out and I was lying in bed exhausted, Charles said " Do you mind, honey if we don't right away..." I shook my head and said "I can be a nun just as easily, no problem. " Adam smiled and I said "What's so funny? "

Adam said "You see Salvatore left after a mimosa heat and well, he has a vocation. He goes to convents and I can tell you, baby, there are no virgins after that. I hear the older the better." I burst out laughing. Somehow it was so Damon, to go fucking nuns now and take their virginity.

Adam said " Everyone worships Damon there. Even the oldest ones. They say he gives the love of God with his staff." I'm sure he does. Charles and Adam had a new ability they could teleport, or turn into smoke and come back solid, they could also transport me that way.

We then decided to go to the newer castle in Italy and I could then show everything off and continue decorating now with Mirella and mimosa. When we arrived by teleportation of course Charles announced that he would be doing the kitchen upstairs as well as the medbay. I hadn't touched either of them yet.

Mirella and I then started to do the rooms and Charles' kitchen and medbay went ahead. Mirella had found us a project of our own. We were going to do a baking kitchen. She had found this room by chance and this must have been a kitchen. There was a huge baking oven and the room was really big.

We started brainstorming and ordering supplies. Our baking kitchen was on the other side of the upstairs. Near the back door and we could always use it to get to the elevator for supplies and to fix up the room. Installed cabinets and ovens and stuff. The door to the room was actually in a recess and Mirella hung a tapestry over the doorway so that no one would know there was a door behind it.

Charles' kitchen was a bit unfinished when we finished ours and then we decided to show ours. I went over to Charles and waited. We had this game. I would come close and then he would come up to me, all the way, lift my chin up so our eyes would meet, then he would stroke his finger across my lips and I would take that finger in my mouth and suck.

Then he lets his hand slide down my body and as he strokes my hips, my waist, my legs spread just a little, but they spread. Then I bend my head to the side so he can eat me naughtily or kindly. Then it's my turn to slip my hand under his shirt and scratch him with my nails so I get a good reaction. Then after that, we'll see if either of us has a shred of self-control.

I greet Adam so I go close again, but he circles around behind me and presses against me, wraps one arm around my waist, and pulls me close to him and then he sniffs me, and licks my neck, nibbles my ear and the same thing, his hand also wanders over my hip getting the same reaction.

But several times he takes and pushes three fingers into my cunt and makes me come hard. That's why we never got to finish this stuff every once in a while. It didn't take more than two days after the heat for both of them to take me to bed at the same time.

Now Charles did the ritual but controlled himself. He growled in my ear, " What are you doing honey, here?" I said nothing as I grabbed his hand and took him with me. Then I took him to our doorway. He looked for a moment and said " Nice tapestry, I've noticed this as I've passed by. "

I smiled and pulled the tapestry aside and took him to our baking kitchen. The reaction was pretty damn surprising and I certainly wasn't prepared for it. He walked all over the kitchen, checking every spot. Then he came and lifted me by the throat onto the wall and showed me how furious he was.

I had never seen him so furious with me and he was now squeezing my throat painfully, in a way that was really touching. He said in an anger-filled voice "Mimi. You don't fucking take 1-0 from me. Oh, fuck you for being smug. Now make a fucking secret kitchen. Oh fuck you listen, I am the leader of this pack and you will be punished and I can guarantee you won't make the same mistake again. Oh, you're still trying to 1-0 me, I'm not fucking Damon! You don't even pull these stunts on me, I'll fucking teach you! " I was very quiet and very shocked.

He looked at me with rage in his eyes and concentrated. Fine, some kind of telekinesis thing going on. He put a silver-colored shackle on my left wrist, or it didn't have spikes but it was metal and tight. Then he put one of the belts on me and tied me to him so that I was attached to him by my left side. He pulled my hand, the one with the shackle, behind his back and I felt the shackle snap into the magnet on the belt. I was now firmly attached to my husband and my working hand was off.

I was then attached to my husband 24 hours a day for two weeks. We went everywhere together. Everywhere. I got to know the bowel movements of this husband of mine, the toilet habits, everything. He released me only to do that thing himself.

But he had a similar bracelet for himself and we showered with them. He didn't touch me in any kind way for the whole two weeks. I was mostly silent, trying to chop potatoes with my right hand or do whatever he told me to do. When the two weeks were up, he combined his kitchen with our baking kitchen and changed everything there.

Apparently, Mr. Cornick has a bad problem with some things. There was no way we had even patched things up as I had been free for five days now when Mimosa came back to tell me I had a European job coming up and was alone because she was getting into heat again.

I had to leave pretty much immediately and I didn't even have time to see the men as I had to catch a flight to Portugal when Mimosa started to smell really bad. This would be an even longer job for 15 months and demanding as hell. On the plane, I was already programming the fleas and magnum for the parts I could.

I had taken up the European adventure attitude again and then I wouldn't deal with any emotions as that's when we do our work. In Portugal, it was black fae with bulls. Again, skillful warriors with many nasty poisons but when you go in with a killing spree and finish off the opponent on the spot, that's how you get away with it.

In Spain, black witches and wizards and bulls. The bulls didn't appreciate the various spells that were thrown around. You can kill witches and wizards if you're quick and unpredictable.

Then France here was the realm of the split demons, those devils were in every fucking club. In all, France was blessed with 15 clubs. Oh, you had to work. Germany oh how I hated Germany. all 17 clubs, were full of fuckers but luckily I had enough rage. And then it just went on and on.

After 7 months after the gig, there was an assassination attempt on Bran and he was so badly poisoned that I became a marrok. And that's one of the things that stress you out when you try to fight in a club or organize a street fight, sabotage anything and at the same time you feel like all the werewolves in the world are talking in your head. And the fleas had problems. I can tell you I had a long day. There was no free time, I was either solving some werewolf problem or trying to help the fleas.

One country after another. The mafias, fight clubs down, sabotage, and mysteries. Be a marrok and a flea at the same time. When the whole fucking job was thrown away once again after 15 months my weight was 28 kilos. Should take some time to recover again. Now there was still no chance for bed rest as I had only after the gig was over, managed to give the marrok power back to Bran. Charles and Adam still had some work to do.

I went to Monaco to recover. Charles and Adam looked me over, operated and luckily I grew new organs. They were there to make sure I ate, whenever they had to look after me. As I said Bran was now using them both as his workhorses before getting things completely sorted.

I started to recover and while I was busy with the fleas I was on the trail of sark once again and sabotaging the damn thing was my favorite thing to do but oh it was a lot of work. Charles told me to eat, then came and take me to bed to sleep. Charles and Adam are different from Damon in that they don't believe in anesthesia with drugs nearly as much as Salvatore, but then again, he's an anesthesiologist.

No, Charles and Adam say that the best sleep comes when I'm safe in their arms and that they're right about that. Although I was no longer addicted to their pheromones, this was something I could get hooked on, being held. Charles or Adam rarely or never actually held me during the day, as we were so busy every now and then.