As I was enjoying the steam in the sauna, Mariella, Damon, Number Two, and Number Five walked in, followed by Wulfe. They all grunted, finding the sauna hotter than they expected. I, however, enjoyed the heat and had kept the ladle and bucket to myself, so I was the only one adding to the steam.
Wulfe turned to me and asked, "You mentioned your daughters' names are Ivy, Ava, and Evie, and your sons are Jesse and Luca. Have you considered giving them more names than just those?"
Damon, in a deceptively soft tone, interjected, "Babygirl, let's discuss this tonight, shall we? I had no idea you'd named them, and I have a few ideas of my own, as they are mine too."
There was a tightness in his voice that I recognized, and I knew Wulfe had skillfully sensed it and trapped me.
Mariella then addressed me, "It seems, Mimi, that I need to get you some books on being a wife and a partner. I know we've had issues, and Damon has had issues, but come on, I can teach you to make decisions together. It's not that hard, though perhaps a bit challenging for you. But I can help. Nice names, certainly, but let's see what Damon thinks too."
I rolled my eyes. As usual, there were two sides to everything: my side, where I was accustomed to doing things myself, and Damon's side. Damon had had Mariella attached to his hip for centuries, so he was used to being consulted and involved in decision-making, or rather, he was usually the one making the decisions, not Mariella. Well, I wasn't Mariella, and I wasn't going to simply fold over and let him run me over.
Just then, Number Two began to massage my neck and back, murmuring seductively, "Oh, you're tense, baby. Let me help you. You might need some special sauce and dessert in bed too." His deep voice crooned, suddenly very alluring, causing Wulfe to move closer.
Wulfe placed a hand on my thigh, caressing it. "Oh, my unicorn, you must be exhausted. Come on, let me help."
I hadn't even noticed until it was too late that Number One had smugly snatched the bucket and ladle. He smirked happily, having successfully distracted me.
"Oh, Mimi, you're such an easy mark. A little massage, and you're ready for some action. Well, honey, let's see who gets to claim you," Number One smirked.
Oh my god, his tone was just on point, making me react immediately. Even more, my pussy seemed to hear him too, flooding me with arousal. I was confused about my body's reaction—sure, I could be a sex beast, but I had just recovered.
Then again, an old memory sparked: my recoveries from shed sessions in later times had been done in bed, between Charles and Adam, who had literally fucked me back into shape after I had been tortured by Damon's evil twin.
My body recalled it as Wulfe whispered in my ear while snatching the best bits, "My unicorn, do you really need two? I can assure you, I am more than willing and enough to give you some physio in bed."
Mariella said to me, "Oh, it seems you are the flavor of the month—at least it looks like that, since everyone is seducing you. Oh yeah, I can smell that it's working."
I rolled my eyes in desperation but decided to give Mariella a bit of incentive.
Via hive mind, I said to her, "Here is one nasty fantasy; let's see if I can make you wet."
She smirked and said out loud, "Bring it on; I'm not that easy to arouse."
This made Number One raise an eyebrow and ask, "What are you two talking about, naughty girls? It seems Daddy has to teach a few lessons."
Oh, my pussy heard that tone again, and as he referred to himself as daddy, it always hit me—whether it was Charles, Adam, or this damn fox.
Mariella said, "Mimi is about to send me a fantasy to get me heated up. I just said I'm not that easy."
Wulfe replied, "Well, my unicorn, out with it! Tell it to us all; let's see if you can hit us all."
I took a breath, unsure where this was going, but fine—let's see then. Surely, I could sabotage myself here, meaning drive the men to Mariella, but then again, I have options—other men and toys if needed. My voice was calm as I started.
"I was captured and held in an enclosure with a few dozen others, a mix of supernaturals. It felt like some kind of genetic facility. As doctors milled about, they targeted the humans, offering consent forms and breeding contracts. Suddenly, footsteps echoed, and a group of ten almost identical men entered. Their leader, sneering at the doctors' gentle approach with women, stopped as the others dispersed. Drug carts and machines stood unused." I took a breath, let my vision into the hive.
Mariella smiled, "You have a dirty mind, but go on. Show me how dark you can be."
She began to get ready. I sighed; she was easy to provoke, but I wasn't sure if men would be drawn to her or me by my fantasy.
My voice was calm as I continued, "The leader approached our enclosure, his eyes scanning us. I sat on the floor, legs drawn in, trying to appear small and avoid being chosen. He zeroed in on me, crouching down. "Well, hello there, babygirl," he crooned in an overly sugary tone. "You know, your little act doesn't work on me. I can literally sense you." I tensed as he called me babygirl, as if he already owned me. He opened the door, and the others entered, cooing at the females."
I looked around. Mariella was breathing faster, pressing herself closer to Damon. My little fantasy went on, "One tall, black-haired man with nearly black eyes cornered a taller, bustier witch chimera against the wall. "Oh, honey," he whispered, "you seem to need some cock in your drooling pussy." The witch tried to knee him, but he merely ground his cock, straining in his jeans, against her. She whimpered, reluctantly aroused."
This got Mariella almost panting with lust. She was really seeing it. Well, I was sending it to her, making her quite wild.
"The leader pulled me to my feet. Another man, who looked young, approached. "Oh," he said to the leader, "she's like a unicorn – dangerous but rare." The leader grunted. Suddenly, his magic wrapped around me, immobilizing me." My voice was dark as I carried on.
Damon said nearby, "Oh, babygirl, you can certainly write nice sex books, but this... oh, I want to hear more. This is just perfect."
The air, thick with the scent of peaches and white wine, signaled Mariella's arousal. She was indeed easy. I, on the other hand, tried to control myself; my story was only just beginning. It was dark, incorporating elements that were normally stressful and unpleasant for me. However, I was attempting a form of therapy, teaching myself to tolerate medical procedures by turning them into sex games. I had no idea whether it would work.
I continued, sensing Wulfe tense slightly nearby. He was extremely protective of me, and with Damon's numbers one and two consumed by lust and Mariella's arousal, they might not have noticed my mild distress. Wulfe, however, did, and I was actually thankful for that, as I didn't want this situation to take a turn for the worse.
So, I said, "Feel free to comment or play with me if you like."
I hadn't directed this to anyone in particular, but Wulfe nodded. He had now permitted me to guide him if he deemed it necessary, and he was ready.
Number five was also nearby, and he, too, was attuned to me, not Mariella. It was truly amazing to have this kind of bond with one of the Salvatores.
"This leader," I continued, "takes a small bottle from his pocket. I hadn't noticed him take it from the drug cart earlier, but he lifted it for me to see and said, 'Babygirl, see this? Eye drops, but special ones. You see, these are sticky. They stop tear formation, bind into your cornea, absorb like a dream, and are filled with nice, strong sedatives and other fun stuff. This one here, tiletamine-zolazepam, plus a hint of carfentanil and pentobarbital. Just think, three drops per eye, makes your eyes sticky, you're unable to blink, and it fuses your lids, making you blind while these drugs go right into your brain, turning your mind into mush but leaving your body to react.'"
This was the hardest part for me, as I hated drugs and sedation. Incorporating them into my sexual fantasies took guts, and while I hoped it would work, I had no idea if men could help me with this. Nevertheless, I bravely continued my story.
"I tried to fight, to break free from the spell as this damn vampire opened the bottle. He yanked my head back by my hair and forced one of my eyes open. The spell kept me still, and I felt the first drop land, spreading and clouding my vision. Soon, two other drops hit me. My pulse quickened, sending more blood to my liver. Then, this malevolent creature dropped three drops into my other eye and pressed my lids shut. I couldn't open them as the sticky substance bonded them, and the spell kept me immobilized. I could hear him cooing to me, calling me "babygirl," while his hand wandered to my breasts, groping them."
I took a breath. Mariella was panting, completely ready. For her, this was just a fun game; she could surely handle it. But for me, the mere mention of carfentanil had genuinely sped up my pulse, as I recalled the sensation of being paralyzed by it.
Number Five moved closer, his voice a low croon.
"Oh, babygirl," he murmured, "you would be lost in a haze, unable to form actual thoughts, but you would feel. You would surrender to my touch, every little caress making you whimper, making you crave more, rendering you helpless. You would feel me so close." He was actively seducing me, caressing me while simultaneously guiding my mind telepathically into a more lustful state.
Something about this jolted Number One, making him add, "My hands would be on your breasts, my fingers teasing your nipples, and you would sigh and whimper, just hearing my voice. Feeling my cock press against your back as the drugs pull you deeper into a state of utter, blissful surrender, your muscles would slacken. I would wrap my arm around you, still caressing your breasts, crooning about what a good babygirl you are."
While this helped, faint memories of carfentanil still lingered.
Mariella chimed in, "Oh, yeah, and if he were to render me in that kind of state, I would probably beg and plead, desperately offering my soaked cunt to anyone. Oh, my god, just imagine! Unable to see or plan, only able to feel and surrender, with no powers or strength, only caresses hitting you, surprising you."
My back was being massaged, and my sides brushed, fingers teasing against my nipples. Meanwhile, Wulfe was subtly erasing the unpleasant sensations from my mind. I sighed, allowing myself to feel. My nipples hardened further, and my pussy grew moist.
Surrender was something I craved; the idea that someone could make me utterly helpless, limp, and then use my body in the best possible way was intensely appealing.
The hot, moist air of the sauna intensified, transforming into a palpable sense of lust as our individual scents of arousal filled the space. My own fragrance of strawberry champagne mingled with Salvatore's passionfruit and forest notes, Mariella's delicate peach and white wine, and Wulfe's exotic orchids and dragonfruit. Our pheromones, each carrying its own unique intent, flooded the air, speaking in primal terms that compelled us to react.
It was clear that Number Five and Wulfe, having been close to me for a long time, were highly attuned to my pheromones, able to decipher them with ease. However, I sensed irritation, curiosity, and a strong desire to understand stemming from Number One as he realized this.
Jealousy gripped him, and now that his old promise to Mariella no longer bound him, he had developed an obsession with possessing, knowing, and further understanding my pheromones. To my surprise, his irritation extended to Mariella once again, coupled with a dominant urge towards us all.
But the surprises didn't end there. His intention was to direct Number Five and Wulfe towards Mariella, not for gentle sex, but to unleash their brutality upon her. He wanted them to be rough, to inflict true pain alongside pleasure, as Number One desired me. His jealousy and possessiveness fueled his fantasy, inspiring him with further ideas to render me submissive and helpless.
Yet, I had initiated this whole situation, stirring up a hornet's nest, and now it was time to own it. I decided to go with the flow, perhaps for once, not directing others away from me, but becoming a part of it.
However, I wasn't entirely sure if Number One and I could truly find common ground and stop anytime soon, especially since we tended to be quite eager when our inner "sex beast" and "fucking machine" truly connected.
I was getting tangled in my thoughts and needed some time to clear my head.
So, I excused myself, saying, "I'm going to wash my hair. You're free to continue my little story." I kept my voice calm and walked to the washing room.
Under one of the showerheads, I adjusted the water to a suitably cool temperature. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to clear my lungs of the overwhelming pheromone fumes, which were making me dizzy and uncertain. I needed to regain my clarity and understand my current situation.
As I was under the water, getting my hair wet, I didn't hear the sauna door open and close. Therefore, it was a complete surprise when strong arms suddenly grabbed me, pulling me closer. Passionate lips crushed against mine in a kiss that was so rough, needy, and dominant, it stole my breath.
Within moments, I realized the creature kissing me with such intensity was Number One, not Number Five. He pressed himself against me, kissing and caressing my body. His passion and lust were evident, as was his hard, throbbing cock pressed tightly against my abdomen, pulsating with need. My body responded instinctively; my legs shifted slightly apart, my pussy became wet, and my lips kissed him back with an intensity that surprised even me.
I have no idea how long we kissed and rubbed against each other, but eventually, he leaned back slightly, panting. He looked into my eyes, and I saw his ice-blue irises shift to yellow feline eyes, surprising me once again, as it was rare for his feline side to surface. My own eyes shifted in response, and a deep, rumbling purr erupted from my chest.
I continued to rub my needy body against him, lifting my leg to gain friction for my aching pussy. His hands roamed all over my body as if he hadn't touched me in ages, though not like this. Neither of us spoke; we simply gazed into each other's eyes, squirmed, moved, and purred.
We were confirming our bond, allowing our pheromones to communicate our desperate need for each other, strengthening our connection, and acknowledging our desire to be together.
For once in my life, I let my instincts guide me, not overthinking or analyzing every moment, but simply feeling and allowing myself to show who and what I truly was. It was incredibly refreshing and gave me a profound sense of freedom, a feeling I never wanted to end.
I had no idea where we would end up, but at that moment, there was no one else in the world but us. Just the two of us, forging a bond so strong that not even Mariella could ever break it. In fact, she wouldn't even want to, because this bond was the heart of our pack, something that had been missing for centuries. Now, it was forming, and we were creating it together – not just me or Damon, but *us*. This marked the beginning of a new era, a new future for us all.
I must admit that the bond still exists and remains incredibly strong. To be honest, neither of us has any regrets. Damon loves our bond, and I love it because it completes me. Mariella cherishes that we are a couple, as our combined power fuels our pack and is truly mighty. Therefore, this period was one of the biggest turning points in my life. Regardless of what the future may hold, this was, and it is glorious – and still is.