When I got to the house in Tennessee, Damon haughtily announced that they were having a party first. I headed upstairs to pack my bags. The party was about to start, the booze and food had already been brought in and the chairs and couches arranged for the fuckfest I thought. I was furious again. I thought " Fine, now I'll go to Australia and buy a new house and fucking live there, now once again the gentlemen can party as they please."

I'd gone to all the trouble of arranging time off from the fleas, there would be no European gigs and this was supposed to be just the two of us. We should have gone to the Azores. For our honeymoon. At least I had endured another three-day flank wedding with a night stabbing. And the week of fucking hard shed stabbing sessions that followed, but no. I went back to the bedroom and started packing. I'm not going to wait around. Now I'm fucking enjoying something too.

Damon came to the door " Oh, again, that attitude." He came deeper into the room. " Hey, I was talking to you, fucking answer me. Well fine, tonight you'll be my date at the party. Drink some wine and relax, don't always be so uptight." I turned to Damon and said "I'm leaving. Period. I'm not staying to watch you fuck half the kingdom and then some. Understand. I'm leaving."

Damon's eyes flashed dangerously. "You're not going anywhere, Mimi. You're being unreasonable again. I want you. Period. You're going to put on those clothes and come downstairs with me and relax. There's no shagging at this party. " he threw the mini dress on the bed.

I tried to continue packing. Damon said "I can and will calm you down if you don't do as I say. The gel tanks are ready. "I thought we'd be impossible now but fine, let's play the Lord's game then, I'll get away with it when the Lord starts fucking around. "'Fine, no need to drug me." I put on my dress and sat down as Damon pushed me over to the dressing table and undid my hair. He bit the back of my neck so They were red once again.

Damon brushed them open and lifted me to stand, he bent down and bit my neck again, my hair was curly and down to my lower back. He had also put my makeup on. I put on the heels Damon had chosen and went downstairs with him.

There was a party in full swing in the living room and women and men were all around. The booze was flowing and now I still couldn't see any difference from a normal party. Well, these would be over quickly once Damon changed into the next little pussy the party was full of.

Damon sat down in his chair and pulled me into his arms. All around the living room people were dancing and drinking, kissing. Adam and Bran were in their chairs, already holding the girls. Damon kissed me greedily and pulled my hem upwards.

He laid me spread-eagled on his lap and unzipped his fly, he wasn't wearing any underwear. He guided me over his cock and pulled me straight to the bottom. He was hard hot and thick. The stretching and burning began to turn into pleasure. He set the pace and the force and spared neither.

I just thought that I have fucked in public before, there is nothing strange about it, if the Lord is in such a passionate mood, then let it go. He took out my breasts and sucked them and chewed them. He was teasing my nipples. Squeezing and rubbing. We fucked like crazy. He would make me drink wine and tequila every now and then. All the time I was Damon's dick inside me, when he came he'd swell up huge and we'd get knotted. I felt the hot cream of love start to spread deep inside me.

It always brought such a wonderful feeling. The knot quickened and teased and Damon moved himself inside me as much as he could that I almost came in a continuous fire. The party started to pick up. People wandered into the rooms, Bran, Samuel, Adam, and Charles. But not Damon. He fucked me. Sometimes he'd lift me off his cock the other way so my back was against his chest. He fucked, and he drank my blood. Sometimes he fucked my ass and filled me hard with his wonderful, thick love-filling. I was completely intoxicated.

I didn't even notice as the crowd had changed quite a bit. I retreated again with my face against Damon's shoulder as he lifted me along his cock at an ever-increasing pace. And climaxed. Again. Damon asked someone " Do you think she's fertile yet? I've now sedated her with my stuff, as you can see she's under my complete control" I didn't even realize immediately that I was the subject of the conversation.

Someone was sniffing the air. "No, it's not. She's got some kind of blockage." Damon was silent. "Mimi, Baby, are you on any birth control? " Damon asked in a dangerously velvety voice saying "Not at the moment." Which was true, and I remembered my promise. I twisted the truth as Damon had told me.

The last contraceptive capsule I'd taken was 2 days ago, the effect would last about a week. These were Colin's capsules and I had just gotten them after a stabbing session. Damon and Bran had, over the years, sometimes had the urge to have a baby with me.

Now it wouldn't work because every time I conceived, it was aborted causing a massive infection. Colin had developed the contraceptive capsules. The earlier versions that Samuel had found I had been taking for years, but I had to remember to take them every day. Damon opened my wrist and drained my blood into a plastic cup and handed it to someone.

I didn't care as I was completely drugged. Someone said to Damon "It's undoable, here drink this for her." I was drugged, fucked all night, satisfied, and probably tipsy if not drunk. Damon put a glass to my lips, " Here baby, drink this" It tasted weird. Damon kept fucking me.

Every now and then the same thing would happen, Damon would give me weird things to drink and fuck me all the time. I was kind of drugged and I couldn't even get myself to move. Damon held me in his arms and came. Once again we were in a fight. " Shh Baby, enjoy yourself, good girl, you will soon. Just let the stuffing do its job. Good girl."

Then he carried me to the bed and left me lying there. There were a lot of guys in the room. I was being fondled and touched. Someone stuck a finger in my pussy and pulled it out and tasted it. I didn't care. I was completely drugged in some way. "'Now she's fertile' someone said." Damon replied "Good. Now we just wait for the heat. I'm not letting her go anywhere now and I'm trying to breed all the time."

Someone said " Good, now here's this drink. 50 ml once a day. That should start the heat fairly quickly and last longer." I was somewhere in my spheres when the guys left. Damon came in and started fucking again. He kept coming and kept me close to him. He drank some bitter drink and after three days I was feeling very horny. I sleepily said, "I think I'm getting in heat."

Damon came up to me and kissed me. "it's on, baby. Come over here and let's get you in the heat. " He lifted me into his arms and sank into me pleasurably. My heart started. He was inside me for a long time, shooting deep into my womb and filling it with something. Then he sniffed me and stroked me and sighed. He said "Good girl, now you just let it happen. Nothing bad will come of this for you. You're going to be all right." We went to breakfast and Damon said. " Today, Baby, needs to go to a couple of places. Don't worry, you'll be able to go." We went out after breakfast.

Damon drove the car safely and we drove on the forest road for a while until we came to a house in the middle of the forest. Damon got out of the car and waited for me. Damon pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door. We went inside. The house was quite small. A kitchenette, a living room, and a couple of smaller bedrooms. One room had a duplicate of Charlize Theron in it. She looked at me from head to toe. Then she went and wrapped herself around Damon and kissed him passionately.

I was shocked. First Damon turned the heat on me and then took me to meet his mistress. They kissed for a while and Damon broke away and came to me and took me by the hand and took me into another small room. He sat me down and before I knew it he had me chained to the bed. He pointed to the jelly tank on the other side of the room. "Behave yourself or... try to get loose... " I decided to be nice. The handcuffs had some sort of rage inhibitor or something and I couldn't even find my rage. I just kept thinking to myself that I should have fucking kept my head and gone to fucking Australia.

I heard Damon leave the room and go into the next room to fuck a woman. They fucked all night. At that point my heat was painful. Damon, irritated, came and put me on my knees and fucked me and came. This went on for a week. My heat was always right on the edge and it was to Damon like a big irritation to fuck me into shape. I was absolutely stuffed and my lower abdomen felt very tight.

I couldn't understand what Damon said in the car. "Fucking heat, I don't have to deal with that anymore, but now it's for sure." Then the three of us went back to the house. When I got out of the car. Damon came and grabbed me and put some kind of tranquilizer on my neck so that I was drugged. He took me to the living room. Damon went into the kitchen and two other women came out of the rooms.

They came up to me. "So this is it? " one asked. Charlize Theron replied "I feel much more fertile already. It must be working." The women took hold of me and put their hands on my lower abdomen and said a few words. Oh fuck witches. Well, of course. They took me down to the basement where there was a cage.

The cage was low enough that I had to sit in it. The woman took off my clothes and shoved me in the cage. It was silver and burned badly. One of the witches said "Bran honey is so inventive" The witch pressed a button on the wall. Silver and aconitum sprayed from the nozzles on the ceiling of the cage. I tried to twist the bars to break them, but no.

The witches went away. Every hour, silver and herbs flew from the ceiling. No one brought food or drink. The witches had put three dolls in front of the cage and cast a spell. My heat went into a tangle, then into a knot and a blind knot. I knew I was about to have a uterine infection. The witches told me I was actually pregnant and took the energy from it so that the pregnancy always disappeared and sucked it into themselves.

But when Damon dear had filled me with his sperm and I was ovulating and always conceived. They said derisively " None of them will survive. Don't worry you won't miscarry. Now you're just in there in the cage and keep on fertilizing. As you can see, all the energy goes into those dolls and they represent us. The witches were fucking Adam, Damon, Bran, and Samuel next to my cage.

They had the notion that somehow getting me pregnant and then when they robbed it of its energy would help them have children with men. The men just laughed at me. They said they loved these women. Damon said that when they were expecting a child that was the only time he would divorce me. Until then, he said, I could help them with this. He said he'd keep me as a permanent pregnant woman until they had a child with his beloved, the heir.

Nicholas had come to the house. because Bran had had an affair 3 weeks ago and well Nick liked to fuck around from time to time, one good way was to go to the meeting when he wanted to. The house had been empty and Nick had known the smell. Witches. Some kind of fertility magic and black as hell. The smell was all too familiar.

He did remember what his daughter had smelled like when she'd turned out to be one of the blackest witches Nick had ever killed. He smelled Mimi, too. He found her in a cage, covered in silver, and didn't care if the silver burned him too. He let his wolf come to the surface and take care of her.

.I was already weak from pain, from silver, from hunger, and I was cold. I was trembling at the bottom of the cage, not even caring anymore about the silver burning. Everything had been sucked out. All I could feel was the inflammation as the remnants of my womb rotted inside me.

The house had been quiet for some time, or else I no longer knew the passage of time. The door opened and a figure came closer "Mimi, what on earth?" I looked up. It was Nicholas. He wrenched open the door of the cage and fetched a blanket from somewhere to wrap me in. He carried me out and Elias opened the car door without saying a word.

I was lying in bed. Nick and Elias took care of me. They made me herbal baths and drank what seemed like tea or a drink at any time. My pussy was dripping bloody rot and Colin had been unavailable. So they went well by the old ways. The silver burns were beginning to heal and the doses of blood I sipped straight from their arms helped the inflammation at least a little less. A little. I tried to move and my legs gave out, one of them patiently lifting me over and over again to the bed.

They were eventually with me the whole time and helped me to the bathroom or brought me food. I ate what I could and tried to be good, but the raging fever and feeling sick took my mind elsewhere again and I had to show them what I was like, the world's worst patient, but they came and lay beside me again and stroked me so that I fell asleep. Neither of them had any sex drive whatsoever. They were nursing. It was strange to observe but perhaps it was their way of holding on to the humanity I knew they both still had inside them, or whatever you want to call it.

I began to recover and admired the dresses they collected, tried them on, and modeled for Nick several times. Nick promised to deliver the paintings when they were finished. This time I wouldn't show them to Damon. Nick told me and admitted that he likes to cause drama among the vampires and Salvatore, on the other hand, wants everything to be just right.

When I told Nick that I was actually chaos, he burst out laughing and said I was just right then for Damon. Nick told me about his mother, his real father. Half the time I was some kind of therapist, but I didn't mind because they had put me in and helped me get in shape. The men reminisced about all their women and events. I got to hear about a lot of things I knew Damon had never heard and never will.

They showed me paintings, books. That's when I learned that this dichotomy of good and evil is so fucking blurry and I shouldn't be so black and white about splitting everything in two. There is blackness in all of us. And when it's unleashed, some people always suffer. In a month's time, I'll did what I was going to do just over two months ago. I left for Australia.