"I mean, I would see this as almost a confession of love," Damon, number five, said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey.
We were discussing a few books at book club, and now the focus was on *A Kiss Before Dying* by Ira Levin. It wasn't a love story in the traditional sense, but a murder mystery. However, Damon had his own perspective, and the book club was captivated by him. There were perhaps eighteen or twenty of us, sipping coffee and discussing the books.
Damon acted as if this was normal for him, sitting next to me, pulling me onto his lap from time to time, kissing me, and generally being very affectionate. I was wearing a red velvet dress and bright green pumps, and my hair was styled in a crown-like braided updo. It had gotten a lot of attention, and many of the other women were complaining, as the nearest hairdresser was miles away and usually busy.
But Damon just smiled. Who knew, maybe he or others might want to change careers at some point, as he was working as a bakery manager. In the little over an hour we had been there, we had also discussed what music some of the books made us think of. It was another new idea for these women, and they were getting ready to make it a regular thing, creating playlists for each book, if they had an idea. Not all the books were so in-depth that music was obvious, but some definitely were.
One of the men said, "I mean, this is a good book, but I think *Rosemary's Nightmare* was even better. I wasn't sure if the movie was that good, but it's still a good plot."
Damon replied, "It's all fantasy. I mean, Lucifer is real, but it's not so black and white as humans want to believe. I mean, Mariella, my other wife, she was part of God, and she was actually created as my true love here."
He squeezed me closer to him, kissing me before continuing, "She wanted me to have someone who was there for me, as she couldn't be. I was a shithead, cheating on her, and I had an evil twin and whatnot, but still, her idea sparked another wife for me."
Fiona, one of the crones, smiled, her wrinkled face crinkling as she spoke. "True love is rare, believe me. I've been married to eight different men, never had any babies, but I was selective. Most of my marriages happened in my old age, and now, I'm free again after Theodore divorced me and then got run over by a car."
Damon raised an eyebrow. "I could show you a few things, but you might be even more selective after me."
This made Fiona giggle. He truly was a seducer; the other crones knew it, too.
One of them chimed in, "I like you more than the so-called number one; he was one stiff bastard."
Even I smirked at that.
Damon just smiled and said, "Well, thank you. Number one is sometimes a little too serious, a bit stiff."
The room was cozy, with light yellow wallpaper and worn sofas and chairs. Knitted quilts and homely rugs covered the floor. Shelves were decorated with pictures and holographic memento stands, showcasing their lives and grandchildren.
I hadn't had much time to examine everything, as we were talking, and Damon kept me very close, kissing me and making sure my focus remained on him. He truly craved my attention, which was a little peculiar, but also new and refreshing. I was happy to oblige and be with him.
Damon, in whatever form he took, was my first love, perhaps my truest love, or at least the love that had shown me the highs and lows of love, crushing my heart more times than I cared to count. But then again, those moments when I felt his love flooding into my soul were indescribable. Only a creature like Damon knew how to love in a way that you felt it in your bones. It was almost addictive. I was hooked, fully in, and happily so.
After a few hours of discussing books, movies, and a bit of music, it was time to head home. Number five was ready to put on a little show for me.
In the car, I said, "I'll make a playlist. Let's see how you wiggle that ass of yours when I put on 'Macarena'."
He just smiled and said, "I might even sing too, you know, a full performance for my baby. Let's see if we can get that pussy of yours drooling and for good."
I bit my lip, leaned in, took his hand, and ran my tongue over his skin, his fingers, a surefire way to get him very excited.
"Oh, you're trying to make me lose my cool, are you, baby?" he chuckled lowly. "Well, c'mon, try harder. We still have eight minutes until we get home."
I responded with a lick and a nip of his finger, causing him to exhale heavily and swallow. I was good at this; I knew how to get Salvatore going. I was skilled at my job. I was also getting ready to have some fun. I wasn't soaking wet yet, but I knew his performance could light me up.
I was being cheeky as I made a playlist in my mind, ranging from energetic songs to sappy love songs, and of course, those special songs. Who knew, maybe we would have a song of our own. I was just thinking that I had some toys I could use while he was performing, to see if he could hold himself back and not destroy them.
But time would tell what he was going to put me through. My dirty mind conjured up all sorts of naughty ideas, but given Salvatore's innate impatience, I wasn't sure if he would take it so slow. Let's just say one fantasy involved me restrained in bed, tied tightly, legs spread, with some form of dildo working in my pussy while he performed, having a direct view of my tortured pussy. As I said, I am a good porn director when I need to be.
As we drove up the yard, I saw lights on inside. This hardened Number Five's expression.
He muttered, "Number One, Two, Four, and Mariella... so beware."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Let them be, I don't care. We still have our plan, right? Let's show them what we are planning. If little pussy with legs is planning to sabotage this, well, it's not going to work."
I sent him my idea of me being trussed and watching him while I was tortured, which made him smirk.
"Oh, baby, you are so damn inventive; that was genius, and such a damn good plan! Just wait, I can get you to plead and beg like no one else, and fast. That view would be amazing, seeing your pussy clench, drool, and blush, begging for my cock." His voice was much darker now.
I was learning to keep my mind on the prize; I wanted this to happen, and Mariella wasn't going to stop me. Oh, I would want her to try, oh please, bring it on, I thought to myself.
We entered the room to find a welcoming committee already assembled. Mariella appeared innocent, while Damon remained tight-lipped. Number Two was wrapped around Mariella, and Number Four regarded me with a scrutinizing gaze, as though I were a specimen.
After we removed our outer garments and started kissing passionately, Damon slammed me against the wall, pressing himself against me and deepening the kiss, rubbing himself against me in a blatant display.
Mariella commented, "Oh, you two are passionate. But where were you? We had no idea where you'd gone. Nice little snakes. We went to check on them, and as a few had crawled out, we put them back in their places. They are so cute."
Number Five just grunted. He looked like he was planning to eat me alive.
He murmured to me, loud enough for others to hear, "Baby, I'm not sure if you need toys, and how long my performance will be."
I panted against his lips.
Number One, in a cool tone, interjected, "Could you please cease that for a moment, so we can maybe have a chat?"
I glared at him and responded in a nasty, snarky voice, "You mean Mariella could have a chance to seduce this one, and I'm left alone again? Not gonna happen. My husband and I have plans, not concerning you, so back the fuck off or I'll make you."
Mariella said, "But Mimi, we could have a group session. I mean, there are four men, two of us, and both of us have just two holes."
I snarled, "Wrong, you have four: pussy, ass, your hand, and your mouth. Don't think I can smell your lust after this one. I said, Back the fuck off, or else I'll tell Charles. He is still pack leader, and I think he is less impressed by your little ploy."
Mariella pursed her lips and looked at Number Two, urging him to speak.
Number Five said, "Fine, let's go to the medbay and do a little medical, shall we?"
His tone was venomous; he was furious, and Mariella would surely feel it soon enough.
Number One said in a clipped tone, "Fine, but I have no idea what you are planning, but I am ready to see this through; you should remember Mariella is your wife too."
Number Five retorted, "Oh, how could I forget? But you see, Mimi is one too, and despite you reading that book, the so-called bible, you are dense when it comes to her, once again, a pussy with legs is doing the talking here, and you forget you have a brain in your head."
Number One bristled and looked at me. "You set us up, with your little fighting, so you could once more play the martyr, right? And now Mariella is once again the bad guy here."
I remained silent, unsure of Number Five's plan, but he was visibly furious. Despite his anger, he maintained control beautifully. Mariella pursed her lips, kept Number Two close, and glared at me venomously. We finally reached the medbay. Number Five helped me onto a bed, while Number Two assisted Mariella.
Number Five then conjured "the Bible," opened it, and read aloud, "An expecting mother might have a low libido, but it is important for the partner to take notice of this and make sure she feels like a woman. This helps with pregnancy hormones, morning sickness, and the overall well-being of the mother. However, in case there is excess libido present, the partner should make sure the mother will take care of her body and not be overrun by hormones. Mothers can be volatile, and too vigorous sexual behavior has a negative impact on the mother's physiology, exacerbating morning sickness and emotional volatility. Like with all good things in life, moderation is needed. The mother should not be celibate, but also not have a case of sexual addiction."
Mariella scoffed, "Of course, her precious book paints me once again as the addict, and she is the victim here."
Number Four took the book, read it, and said, "It actually makes sense. Physiologically, well, good to know, I know I am now free to focus on other things than satisfying you."
Mariella scoffed again.
Number Five took the book, opened it to another place, and read, "Symptoms and marks of hypoarousal on an expectant mother: loss of libido, dry mucous membranes in the genitals, little or no reaction to the touch of one or several erogenous areas."
He glared at Mariella and said, "Let's start with you."
With a spell, Mariella was naked. Number Five put her in stirrups and touched her nipples. She sighed and arched. He then touched her clitoris, and she moaned.
Number Five's fingers were soon coated with her juices. "No evidence of hypoarousal here; on the contrary, hyperarousal, like a succubus. Let's see then, the next one."
Number One said, "Let me check on Mimi, so this is real, not just your ploy to make Mariella the bad guy."
With a spell, I was naked. My nipples were flat, not jutting out. Number One rubbed my breasts; there was no reaction. He grunted and frowned. He spread my legs, and my pussy was still dry. Although I had been ready to have some fun with Number Five, that desire had vanished as this damn drama once again consumed me.
"Well, let's see, Mimi. Hmm, you are dry, and there is no clitoral reaction."
Number four checked my pussy as well and said, "Not good. This makes you susceptible to infections, like UTIs, which you've had in the past. You need to do some work downstairs. I see number five was spot on. My apologies if I was too harsh."
Mariella was silent as she got out of bed.
I just nodded, took my legs out of the stirrups, and said, "Later. I am not in the mood at all. Sorry, my love."
Number five kissed me and said, "I get it. I am pissed off as well. Try to cope."
I got dressed and walked away. Oh my God, I was furious, beyond furious, and it was so damn close that I didn't unleash my white-hot rage and let it burn everything out of my mind.
Number five snarled at number one, his tone laced with anger, his expression a mask of pure rage. His hands were fisted, and his aura flared around him like an oppressive cloak woven from hatred and anger.
"Nicely done, you idiot. Very nicely done," he spat. "You have no sense, no damn lick of sense when it comes to that damn pussy with legs. Let me say one damn word, and then we'll see if your lust-addled brain can grasp why the hell I was working so hard to seduce the baby. Cortisol and enzymes!"
Number four frowned, muttering a curse under his breath. "Fuck, of course, why didn't I think of it?"
With a single stride, he closed the distance to Mariella and slapped her hard across the face. Mariella was visibly surprised, but a sharp glare from number one prevented her from voicing her opinion.
Number five continued, "She's livid, so there goes any chance of seduction, and for a long time. I just have to hope she doesn't blow up with a full attack of MNDS. God knows that girl is already worrying about the children's education. Charles will be working next week, so there goes any help if she lets MNDS hit her."
Number one said, "Well. Let's give her some time to cool off, and maybe she'll be calmer so you can..."
Mariella, desperate to regain his attention, went to number five, oozing lust. But he simply walked away, disgusted.
Number two, now sharp, said, "Stop that, 'Ella. That's pathetic. Try to grow up. Let him go."
Mariella let her lower lip tremble.
Number four chimed in, "Oh, please, cry. Let's see how long you cry when I jab you with a little bit of black velvet and see if that nap gets your brain back online."
Irritated that her plan hadn't worked, Mariella took a deep breath. She just had to have those who didn't want her; she was almost obsessed. Now, numbers one and two felt plain; she had already conquered them. But numbers four and five... those were perfect for her. She was consumed, her hormones ruling her mind, and she wouldn't even attempt to curb her needs and wants.