Damon walked in. Oh fuck I thought. That piece of meat look he'd been giving me before he left and now this. Me so ready to breed when I could be tied and drugged to the bed. Just waiting for him to come and make me pregnant.

Bran said I was already pregnant, and Damon would get me pregnant. I'd make offspring for them both. Bran had made my breasts produce milk, which he drank eagerly. My milk production, he said, would increase fertility and now Damon would have what I couldn't give him, a child. If only this would fix everything between us.

Damon came up to me and touched my cheek "Hello, darling. I heard you were having a little attitude problem here, don't worry darling I'm here to train and guide you again. " Then he gave me a flank, my head immediately fogged up and he leaned over and whispered in my ear "Baby, don't worry, I'll save you, just try to be a good girl. "

He stood up and looked at me like a piece of meat. Oh darling it was a bluff. Fine. Damon quickly undressed and got on the bed and pushed into me all the way to the bottom, he started fucking hard while draining my breasts of milk, and soon I felt him shoot his hot load right into my human womb. Oh, how I loved double miscarriages. They took turns fucking me.

Each one filled me with their stuff over and over again. My lust was over in a week. I was still chained to the bed, with Damon now taking care of me, which meant good barbed restraints, a decent strong sedative drip, and I would viscera puree directly into my stomach every now and then.

Bran got a call a week later and had to leave. I was pretty sure I was going into a shed session and fast. Damon had been so impatient, keeping me really medicated and not tolerating any protests.

Once the Bran ship left and was a good distance away, Damon disappeared from the room for a couple of hours. I was so messed up on meds and I knew it was about to start. I could already feel the fever rising and the nausea starting to creep up on me. I knew it was going to be a really nasty infection, I just knew it from somewhere.

Damon came back and untied me from the IV and lifted me into his arms. He carried me to the medbay, which he had apparently set up. He laid me down on the bed and put an IV line into my central line. He adjusted the drip rate and lifted the boards up.

Then he looked at me and said " Sorry it took so long. I had to get Bran off this island somehow. Don't worry, I didn't get you pregnant, but apparently, Bran did because I think you're going to have a miscarriage, but I'm going to take you straight to the operating theatre and cut it all out. All of it. You're getting silver clips. You've already got some infection going on and it needs to be treated. Charles and Adam are keeping Bran busy. I had to keep you sedated so you wouldn't accidentally expose me because you probably would have noticed. Now you'll be sedated, and when you wake up, we'll look at your infection. Sleepytime baby." And then nothing.

Damon carried his unconscious wife into the operating theatre and opened her up he quickly removed two huge horns from her womb full of pus and they too were in a state of disintegration. He removed the human womb, also almost green, and carefully flushed the whole stomach, spraying a little of his own blood in there, calming things down.

Damon remembered how once upon a time his blood had fixed everything. Now its potency had faded thanks to the shed sessions and the rest of his brutality, but that was better than nothing. Even Adam's or Charles' blood did nothing. He tried them too. He'd kept the collectors in his teeth throughout the surgery and when he carried Mimi to bed, well at least he had velvet. He put the few bags that weren't velvet on the drip. Mimi's infection would have to get really bad before his teeth would do anything.

I woke up in Medbay's bed. It was dark, so it was night. I was cold and freezing badly. I didn't have any cannula or tubing even attached. I sat up and had to hold on pretty tight when I was dizzy as hell. I stood up and held onto the sides of the bed as I headed for the toilet. I finally got there and had to lean my head back when I felt so powerless.

However, I got my business done and got up, it was a long walk to the bed and eventually, I decided I couldn't make it there. I went to the linen closet and pulled as much stuff from there onto the floor as I could before collapsing. I kept trying to pull more stuff because I was so cold. I would fall asleep every now and then and wake up to someone trying to take the blankets off me.

Damon. I said " Don't take them it's so fucking cold, it's fine here. The toilet's nearby." Damon sighed and dug me out and carried me to the bed where he put a blanket over me, it was warm. He sat on the side of the bed and said "Are you a good girl and take your medicine by mouth? This will help. "

He showed me a 20 ml syringe filled with something pink. A fever remedy, I knew that. I opened my mouth and took the medicine. That it tasted bad. Damon gave me a straw and said "Drink this, it'll work a miracle." I took a sip from the straw and the bitter taste in my mouth turned sweet. He put the mug down and covered me up better and said " Now let's wait for the fever medicine to work, then when I dry you off it will be easy to drip the antibiotic because you will be really weak then. "

20 minutes later the floodgates opened as the fever broke and all my strength disappeared. Damon came in and deftly put a cannula in me and something light green dripped into it. Then he put towels on the other bed and provided dry bedding and a nightgown. He lifted me onto the other bed to lie naked on the towels. Which did suck up all the sweat.

Still, I felt dirty and really powerless. He changed my clean bedclothes, wiped the mattress, and brought me new pillows. Then he came with a washcloth and a sponge to wash me all over. He also washed my hair and dried and braided it loosely so it wouldn't weigh or tighten. He helped me into my nightgown and unhooked the IV from the cannula, but left the cannula in place. He put a dressing on it so it wasn't easy to rip off.

He lifted me back into bed and put the blanket over me. He sat on my bed and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. I just realized before I fell asleep that the reason the bag was so light green was that it had a good dose of velvet in it.

I always woke up at night or some such time when Damon wasn't around and stubbornly started to move, only to collapse in a powerless heap somewhere on the floor. After four days Damon had had enough, fishing me off the floor again. He carried me to the bed and sat on it, sighing. "Listen, baby, did you know that your infection isn't going anywhere if you keep this racket going? I don't know why you do it but you always do it, except ..." Damon smiled so the tips of his teeth showed.

I said, "I'm probably not going anywhere, you don't have to." Damon took a breath and said "Yes I do. Now you'll get good old-fashioned dental care for as long as my teeth want to give it to you. " Damon lifted me onto my side of the bed and came up beside me, wrapped himself around me comfortably, and sank his teeth into my veins.

It's a strange feeling when my body properly makes sure my teeth stay attached and don't go through my vein. I felt like velvet started to flow and the darkness took over.

I woke up in a hospital bed. There was a note on the bedside table. It said "had to leave but at least baby you're okay now, have a good time on the island or come back to the pack. Do what your heart desires, because I did and it felt wonderful to be able to take care of you, even though you are the most horrible and stressful patient in the universe ever. Love, Damon."

I got up and enjoyed myself, went to shower, and eat, I noticed the fridge was stocked with food so somewhere in between Damon had cooked there. I never appreciated what he had done for me here and little did I know that this had been the last time he would give me dental work in a vein for any more times like this.

I was on the island for another three months enjoying myself, exploring the orchids, until Charles put out a message that our animal park was starting to be ready and I should come and make some more decisions, fine let's go then. I didn't mind leaving, I'd done a lot, it was just the thought of meeting Bran that got my blood boiling, and in a big way.

When I got back to the herd nothing had changed, Damon wasn't always around and Charles and Adam took up all my time planning the park.