I woke up in a hospital bed. From Fuengirola, I wondered for a moment how and realized that Damon must have somehow severed my spinal cord, I had been asleep for 8 weeks, and the men were nowhere to be seen. I ate and showered, stayed a couple of days, and then went to France to my vineyard. Another purchase where I haven't spent much time. I'd been there a week when Adam called. "where are you now Mimi, I went to Fuengirola yesterday and you had disappeared. Are you all right?" I laughed and replied "I'm at a vineyard in France now, it's another one of my acquisitions that I haven't really had time to get to grips with. I'm fine, I weigh 43 kilos but otherwise, I'm fine. What have you been doing for the last 8 weeks?"

Adam was silent for a moment and said "We were chasing Wulfe. Bran finished first and then Samuel. I gave up when the leads ran out and am now in Chicago getting my business in order. I should probably come to check out the security at that place. " I said to Adam " If you want, I'll text you the address, you can also send, even your employees here if you don't feel like coming yourself." Adam was silent and then said "Yeah listen Mimi I'll come and check it out myself. I'll probably be there next week when I get this one project together." I said, "OK, text me when you're coming and I'll be ready." Adam hung up and I was left to explore the house and the vines, of which there were hundreds. This place could produce wine just fine if only there were workers. At least the facilities are there.

The next morning I went for breakfast and made my coffee, I usually had my coffee outside there was a lovely table at which in the suitably cool, wonderfully fragrant air, it was enjoyable to enjoy my coffee. I finished my coffee and picked up my coffee mug and opened the door to the outside. There was a package, a box. I put the coffee cup on the side table and lifted the box in my lap, it was not heavy, maybe about 3-4 kg I carried the box to the table and opened the lid, it took me a moment to realize what I was looking at.

It was dark, leathery like a bat, it had arms and legs and a little wrinkly head. The creature wasn't more than a foot tall, it moved. I took a card from the box that read "Next time I won't let your husband live, enjoy your life together, may it last as long as it lasts. This is what happens to those who chase and threaten me, remember this flea. Wulfe"

I looked at the box and read the message three times "Damon?" I said aloud and the creature in the box raised its head and looked at me. It was like some kind of tick. "what am I going to do with you? How is this done?" The creature moved and I took it in my arms. It was cool and clearly looking for warmth as it began to crawl in my arms. I took it more tightly in my arms and climbed onto my neck and suddenly felt small pricks on my neck. It wanted blood.

It didn't take long for the tick to drop down, its belly was now like a little red ball and it seemed to be resting. Yes, my husband had become a blood-sucking tick. At least this one wouldn't take me to the shed or jelly me up. I called Adam and told him the whole story, Adam promised to ask Dresden. We agreed that I would now offer him blood and keep him warm. I wrapped my sleeping husband in a small towel and put it inside a pillowcase, a kangaroo bag.

I went outside for coffee and continued my indoor work. The tick ate, every two hours and perked up a lot towards evening. Now it had much more determination when I took it out of the bag. It climbed right up to my neck and sank its tiny teeth into my veins, I tried to offer an arm or a wrist but it wouldn't go for my neck. then after it had eaten, now it didn't pass out immediately, it started pulling my hair and mushed it around so that eventually my hair was one giant ball of tangled hair.

Then it always slept in it. I went to the shower in the evening and washed my hair and brushed it. The tick was clearly unhappy and kept up a little snorting growl. When I put on my nightgown and went to bed with the tick in his bag next to me, he padded out of there with determination, even though I had just fed him, climbed back up on my neck, and once again started to work on my hair to make a nest, when he finished he was satisfied. He put his teeth back into my veins and now ate himself to sleep, casually velveting me.

I woke up in the morning with the tick still around my neck all velvety. Well, at least that tooth stuff is concentrated. The tick was biting a bit harder now. It had also grown a little maybe 35 cm clearly the blood was what was growing, so I would have to keep feeding until this one was big enough to eat from the blood bags. Fine. I called Adam again and he confirmed it.

Dresden said it would take 2-4 weeks, and the end could be stressful. I didn't bother telling Adam that Dresden doesn't know that I have quite a bit of my blood in storage. Adam said he wouldn't be able to get in for at least two weeks, he was busy with work, and some security issues at the White House and he would have to be there himself. Samuel also called, he would be fascinated to see Damon but such a bad epidemic going on again that he was needed.

So it was just me and the tick. For a couple of days, he ate every 2 hours, gaining about 5 cm a day in length and weight just fine as well as strength. My poor hair was getting treated though. He made a lot of different noises, from hisses to clicks and growls, he was pretty clear when he didn't like something but as he was still completely at my mercy I did things the way I wanted to. For example, I showered in the evening and washed my hair. In the morning I brushed it and put it in a braid.

This made the tick very angry and it tried to tear my hair. I always put it out of the way so it wouldn't get into it during the day. I talked to Damon all the time, about anything and everything, including the fact that it wasn't terribly wise to go chasing after a wulfe. And I said, "Let this be a lesson to you, darling." At that, the tick got nervous and velveted me to the spot.

When I woke up I reminded him that if he stunned me while I was standing could he guarantee he wouldn't fall under me? Within a week the tick was 80-90 cm tall, ate a considerable amount, and weighed quite a lot. I had no doubt that in a week or a week and a half, he would be at full strength. He no longer velveted me but slept wrapped around me with his teeth around my neck and drank at night. Until one morning I woke up to find he had climbed on top of me and crawled into my nightgown, I didn't immediately realize as I was asleep, something was tickling the inside of my thigh and I moved my leg a little, I was about to dream something.

I woke up to the fact that the tick was actually inside my nightie and I felt his cock sink into my cunt, and deep. It was still thin and long and Damon was able to push it effortlessly all the way in where it started to grow and take root inside me. Soon it was a filling, rooted appendage in my pussy, binding me and my husband tightly together. I could feel him sucking blood, and nutrients through it too, as if it were some giant internal umbilical cord.

He held me tightly and occasionally sank his teeth into my neck and drank. Then he lifted his head and said " Baby, baby, you're tasty then. " I replied " Oh yes, now you're talking, making me feed you from both ends. " He laughed against my neck. Now he wasn't so brown anymore but had lightened up a lot and he already had hair. I hadn't even had time to see what he actually looked like now.

I stood up and got the nightgown off our bodies. Damon weighed about 50 kilos I think, so I was carrying quite a load, I knew I wouldn't be able to move for much longer, so I made a plan. the couch would be the best place, I stocked up on several cans of orange juice, 5-liter jugs, at least 5 to keep me hydrated, myself some blood bags I had collected over the years which had demons and angels, incubi all mixed up. Damon looked at the bags and said " That's what we need to talk about baby, where did you get all this stuff." I said "Do you want something, I can share?" in response I got my teeth in my neck, the phone was another one I had reserved and I had already told Adam and Samuel how we were already big boys.

I went to lie down on the sofa and reserved myself some straws to drink juice and, every now and then, blood. Damon slept quite a bit too but I assumed that was because Mr. was forcing himself to grow as fast as possible. Two weeks were up, Damon was full size and full weight but the umbilical cord hadn't come off yet. I was exhausted, I wanted a shower, I was hungry, and I had probably lost quite a bit of weight myself by now but I knew I would get it back.

Damon would occasionally velvet me up with some kind of substance, everyone became more or less velvety. Eventually, I woke up from the couch, Damon had gotten off of me. There was a wallet and a phone on the coffee table and a note saying " Thanks, baby, for everything. See you again sometime. Restless winds and all that." I muttered to myself " Yeah, right".