The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

After concluding our tour on my, I mean our wing, Damon escorted me to the kitchen and made me sit down while he sank his fangs into my neck, tasting my blood. Number four frowned disapprovingly because my blood values weren't good, and I was essentially taken out from the blood feeding pool, meaning no one fed off me.

Number one calmly said, "This is the fastest and most accurate way for the protector to get a decent whiff of what is needed. And oh my god, she needs a lot."

Number two chimed in, "Tell me about it. We've tried to feed her, but she and those inside her are hungry, consuming everything. It's a struggle to get enough calories in her, let alone all the little bits that she needs."

Damon grunted and went to the fridge to see what was there. I had a separate freezer here, and I had my cravings. Or rather, Mimosa and I had one craving in common - mozzarella. But then I remembered I had once made mozzarella sticks. This means I had breaded and deep-fried them, and oh my god, I had that version in my freezer along with my salamis. I wanted them.

While Damon was still at the fridge, collecting fruits, berries, nuts, and seeds, as he had found my stash, the Salvatores were also sampling them. But they wanted to blend them, again for calorie reasons, as they would be easier for my system to ingest in smaller pieces. Surely, there were other protectors too, tasting and talking as the females were being fed.

I rose from my seat, and Mariella, who was already seated, said to me, "Where are you going? Damon will give you food soon."

I responded, "I'll give you a treat soon, and I can guarantee you'll love it. I have a lot of them in my separate freezer as they haven't had time to go through it yet."

Mariella hesitated and said, "Giselle is coming soon. Do you really want to do this right now? Damon might put you in your place swiftly."

I told her, "I'm strong enough that it takes Adam and Charles hitting me with full force, and then Wulfe to keep me still. Sure, Damon can do it. He did it before. But I just can't rely on it, as he is also the father of other cubs, so there is a demand for him. Elena and Katherine need a lot of support, if you haven't seen it yet, and the wolves want to be noticed too. The other Salvatores have accepted the situation and don't bother to fight with me, but rather cooperate. It works better."

She rolled her eyes and said, "I doubt you have such a good treat in there."

I strolled, waddled more or less, to my freezer where Wulfe glanced at me and rolled his eyes.

"Must you, my unicorn? But fine, your funeral," he muttered.

As I opened the freezer, I was happy to find a huge box of them – thin, perfectly crusty treats that were just what I needed. I imagined keeping them with me, adorned with crumbled nuts and a sprinkle of panko. It would be sheer perfection.

Carrying the heavy load of five kilos worth of these sticks, I made my way back to my place. I grabbed a smaller plate and arranged about ten sticks on it before placing it on the warming magic. Soon, a delightful aroma began to fill the air, causing Mariella's nostrils to twitch.

"I must say, those smell wonderful. What on earth are they?" Mariella inquired.

Wulfe, intrigued, approached and took a whiff. "Oh, this is quite a treat," he remarked before taking a bite.

Mariella smiled, her radar for Wulfe updating. I offered a few sticks to Mariella. Just as I raised one to my own mouth, a firm hand snatched it from my grasp and replaced it with an ice-cold glass of thick smoothie. I noticed Charles doing the same to Mariella's stick, handing it to number four, who promptly devoured it.

Damon seized my box and plate, saying, "Next time you have such a treat, please inform us so I can incorporate it into your meal. I know how to make them useful."

In a bored tone, I replied, "I am pregnant. I have cravings. I am sick and tired of being sensible, reasonable, and perfectly behaved."

Giselle, who had just entered the room, burst into laughter. She said to me, "Good for you for telling that to these idiots. You look, well, politely speaking, radiant, but..."

I finished her sentence, "I look like a whale – angry, irritated, forced to act like a perfect damn fruit bat."

Damon chuckled as he brought more smoothies, patting my head. In a condescending voice that made my teeth grind, he said, "Drink your smoothies, dear, and then I'll give you a meal – a drinkable version, of course, since there isn't much room in your tummy."

Oh, that damn smugness in his voice. I reluctantly drank those damn smoothies.

I was exhausted from eating fruits and berries. I craved meat, cheese, something substantial to satisfy my hunger. And then, as usual, the bloodlust hit me.

With just one glance at Wulfe and the authority in his voice, his vampire power and telepathy pressing on my mind like a heavy, warm blanket, he warned me, "Don't even think about it! Unicorn. No!"

I looked away, wondering if I could tempt Charles instead. But the stern expression on his face, the dominance of his alpha power, made it clear that I wouldn't find a blood meal there either.

Perhaps Damon wouldn't notice, but his calm voice shattered my fantasy. "I am not your meal, so no. Baby, behave or I'll make you. You've had your blood, and you can't start that now."

He could be infuriating too. Charles scolded Mariella, who had a similar idea. Only when Damon and Wulfe blocked my vampire instincts, redirecting my bloodlust, did she take a confused breath.

Wulfe rolled his eyes and muttered, "My unicorn, you weren't lying when you said you'd be a handful. You are, in fact, several handfuls. But we've got you."

Damon looked at me and declared, not caring about Giselle, who was talking to Tim and Taylor about cub exercises, "Baby, it seems I have my work cut out for me. If you even think about pushing me to care for others, remember that I am your husband, your alpha male. Taking care of the alpha female is my top priority, just as it will be yours. You will be cared for."

I bit my tongue, holding back my snappy remarks. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to push me, not yet. This situation required finesse for me to maintain control.

As Damon ate, Giselle looked at him and then spoke out loud to everyone, "Now, most of you are on board with this, but you and Mariella are not. I can sense your hesitation towards providing an elaborate education for animals, but let me make this clear."

Her penetrating gaze met Damon's, who furrowed his brows slightly, clearly not happy about being called out. It seemed he had been thinking along those lines.

Giselle then turned her attention to Lepard and asked him, "Now, Lepard, tell me, are you just an animal?"

Lepard replied, "Yes and no. I was born as an animal, but I took my human form for the first time at nine months old, so I am not just an animal."

Damon nodded and added, "I have never considered you as just an animal."

Giselle then turned to Demon and asked, her calm gaze fixed on his handsome face, which was not an exact copy of Damon's, "Now, tell me, what is your earliest memory? What is your impression?"

Demon looked at Mariella and said, "I remember being in a box with other beings, either sleeping or something similar. I felt lonely, but I knew they were busy. I moved to look around and saw Mariella lying on her back, naked in bed, with Daddy coming from the shower. She spread her legs as he got on top of her, and they began to have sex. Soon after, Adam and Charles came to bring us food."

Mariella blushed, Damon kept his brows furrowed, and Giselle turned to Lepard, asking, "And you, what is your first memory?"

Lepard replied, "Fear. Mommy was gone, and all these strangers were chasing us. We were trapped. I wanted mommy, but she wasn't there."

Giselle then said to Damon, "As you can see, these cubs remember things from as early as just over a week old, and it clearly has an effect on them. So, everything you do or don't do has an impact, and it's up to us to figure out what needs to be done next."

Damon said, "Thank you. You have opened my eyes. I hadn't thought about it that carefully, but yes, I will try to ensure we teach them something. And please, if you have any suggestions, don't hesitate to share."

Giselle nodded, and Mariella began talking to her, asking questions and expressing her thoughts. Meanwhile, I was lost in my own thoughts. Perhaps this would keep Damon busy, managing the education not just of my cubs, but everyone's. It seemed like I would finally get some "me" time, as I had managed to secure it from time to time.

It was time for me to have some "me" time after the meal, which meant going to my bead room to knit. I still had the Chicago chair there, which was perfect to sit on, even when pregnant.

I had already knitted a lot of little clothes and shared them as well. It was a fun activity. While I was knitting, there was always a traffic at the door, with people eager to see if I had something ready. Some girls and wolves also tried their hand at knitting, but they were slower, so I directed them to make beanies, socks, and mittens for babies, while I focused on sweaters and such.

I had such lovely yarns. I remembered having a few yarn shipments in the hamster storage, but I hadn't opened them yet. I had just put them in a different place. I couldn't quite remember what I had ordered or what had been sent to me, as sometimes even fleas sent me stuff.

Nowadays, not everything was just my orders, as there were also donations, and quite a lot of them. After finishing all my meals in liquid form, it was time to move. Mariella, Salvatores, and Giselle went to the living room to sit and talk, while I got up and teleported to the hamster storage.

I retrieved my eight boxes, at least three of which were donations of yarns. I teleported them to my bead room and now it was time for me to open them and see what I had.

I had just finished ten slightly bigger and thicker woolen sweaters, and I was planning to make some warm pants or bodysuits. I hadn't chosen the yarns yet, but I had a few options and could see what I had.

I kept Salvatores busy by instructing him on how to recognize boxes full of baby clothes, so they had been scouring the hamster storage. Oh my god, as they realized how nice it was to use the washing machine and do laundry, I could tell they almost fought over who got to put stuff in or take them out. No females were involved, as we were all pregnant.

I had just picked up my matknife and was about to open my first box when Wulfe walked in. He took the knife from me and effortlessly sliced the box open. It was his favorite thing to do - see my yarns.

I said to him, "I have ten sweaters ready, but as I was planning those body suits, I wanted to check if there is any inspiration here."

He replied, "Do you know how lovely you look being pregnant too?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Oh, do you want a few mushy sentences? Are you in the mood to be teary-eyed?"

He smiled back at me and said in a deeper voice, "It doesn't take much to get me emotional. I mean, I am so deeply connected to your hormonal mind that it affects me too. And as I hear those cubs inside you and others, my cubs... my legacy... Oh God, look at me now."

He wiped his eyes. As I mentioned, they were thrilled and it was one thing that motivated me to do everything by the book.

I told him, "You know, I have little empaths in my belly, so they might be able to affect you too, or at least have a taste of your emotions."

He shook his head and replied, "It's not that simple. But it's good that you reminded me. It's time for your daily dose."

He pulled out a small bottle and just as he handed it to me, the door opened and Damon stepped in. He glanced at my rather spacious bead room, with shelves filled with jars of beads, a few chairs, a large soft sofa, a pile of boxes in one corner, and the eight boxes in front of me.

Damon asked Wulfe, "How's it going?"

Wulfe replied, "I have to do this slowly, gradually reducing their power. I've managed to decrease it by about 65%, and I'm reducing it by 3-5% each day. But they don't like it, so this is just a little show. They're trying to prevent mommy from taking it."

Damon came up behind my chair and I could feel his magic binding me to the chair. He tilted my head back and with a surge of energy, I could feel him inserting a nasogastric tube down my throat before I had a chance to resist. The little bottle was swiftly emptied into my stomach, and as he removed the tubing, he kept my sphincter closed to prevent me from regurgitating the potion.

Damon lifted me up and settled me in his lap, being mindful of my very pregnant body. Wulfe began rummaging through the first box, which contained donations.

I exclaimed out loud, "Look at all these donations! My knitting circle knows me well, so I received a lot of yarn that didn't make it to the markets or were leftover from shops. I'm about to start my next project, so I'll have to choose."

Damon kept his arm around me, feeling the cubs inside me starting to move. They were quite sensitive, but he was giving them energy and using his magic. Wulfe lifted up some large spools of very thin yarn, almost like thread.

He asked, "What is this? It's so thin, even for knitting with the smallest needles."

I replied, "It's meant for machine knitting, but I can combine a few threads to make it thick enough."

I picked up one spool, which was made of merino wool and had multiple colors.

Damon interjected, "No need, we have machines ready. They'll create beautiful clothes."

A few minutes later, the Salvatore family members arrived and took away all the spools, as well as opened the rest of the boxes. They were deciding who would get what, just as Damon had instructed. They enjoyed knitting, not just for themselves but also for their babies.

I remained seated on Damon's lap after the Salvatores had taken my yarn and finished clothes and left. Then, Mariella walked in. I secretly hoped she would be jealous, but she simply sat next to Wulfe on the sofa and observed us.

As Damon held me closer, he was clearly feeling possessive. I had a funny thought that made me smile, and Damon asked softly, "Care to share, baby? What's the joke of the century?"

I shook my head and replied, "Well, I was just thinking that since this chair fits two people, it's only appropriate that it experiences everything that comes out of it."

Damon burst into laughter, joined by Mariella and Wulfe.

Wulfe added, "Well, yeah, but you can't really blame the chair for your blessed state right now. That litter wasn't conceived in that chair."

Damon chimed in, "True, but you see, this chair has seduced us time and time again, so it's only fitting that we see what comes out of it."

Mariella said, "Yeah, this sofa is nice too."

I remained silent for a moment before responding, "Yeah, it's actually from the original New Jersey mansion where my office was located."

Wulfe spoke softly, "Let me guess, Jake and Rob?"

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Yeah, and myself as well. Those two would sometimes knock me out, and I lost count of how many times I woke up on that sofa."

Damon whispered in my ear, "You know, baby, these items belong to the pack now. We'll find our old furniture, make sure it's in good condition, and place them where everyone can use them. I'll get you new ones here, with no memories attached. Just think... all those new pieces of furniture, waiting to be sanctified. I have so many reasons to come and see you, and spend a few hours in sanctification."

I blushed, and Wulfe softly commented to Mariella, "I think he was being a bit more seductive in her mind. Look at her, all flushed and confused."

Mariella smiled at me and said, "Oh please, Mimi. You're blushing like a damn virgin. What did he promise you?"

I couldn't find the words to respond. Damon, as smug as ever, declared, "These chairs can stay here, but everything else will be moved. We'll share stories about the furniture and create new memories in the meantime. Oh, baby, let's see what kind of night we'll have."

My face turned an even deeper shade of red. There was a suggestive tone in his words, hinting that sleep might not be the only thing on the agenda. He sent a few explicit images to my mind, causing me to lose my ability to speak. 

As I sent these words to Wulfe, I silently asked him, "Since I might be busy tonight, why don't you show me and Damon how to make Mariella blush? Can you seduce her and make her submit to you?"

Wulfe's arrogant smirk didn't go unnoticed by Damon, who then asked me in my thoughts, "What did you ask him to do?"

I replied, "I told him to seduce Mariella, make her blush, and make her submit to him."

Damon raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mariella.

Mariella, who was watching Damon cuddling with Mimi, didn't feel jealous. Instead, she was excited to organize her rooms, having talked with Giselle and gathered lots of ideas.

She had already made Salvatore's act on her rooms, so when Wulfe spoke in her mind with a dark, soft voice, it caught her by surprise. "Tell me, ma cherie, has Damon ever traced the tip of his tongue along the underside of your breast, teasing your areola without touching it, while keeping you unable to see, move, or speak, only able to feel?"

Mariella swallowed and tried to keep her voice cool in her mind as she replied, "No, I must say no. We don't usually have that much foreplay."

Wulfe sent her a mental image of herself tied down with rough rope, naked and spread out, while he licked her body and nipped her. She was undoubtedly aroused, but Wulfe made it feel so different that she wasn't sure how to interpret it. 

Wulfe became more energized and exclaimed, "Now, let's consider this scenario."

Suddenly, Mariella noticed Damon, or someone who resembled a Salvatore, tied to a chair, completely naked and gagged. Meanwhile, Wulfe was enjoying himself with her body. Wulfe's voice was explicit as he continued to vividly describe how he would use his lips, fangs, and tongue on her while Damon was forced to watch.

This made Mariella cautious, unsure of how she should react. She failed to notice the slight smirk on Damon's face as she struggled to either reject Wulfe or find a way to have a say in the matter. Her face soon turned as red as a beet as Wulfe continued to speak in her mind.

I must admit, it was fascinating to witness Wulfe unleash his seductive power on Mariella. Seeing her discomfort transform into a kind of arousal that she denied, she blushed.

Damon whispered in my mind, "Do you want to know what he told her? It's so much fun and it gives me ideas, baby..."

I didn't respond. I was still trying to regain my composure. I was a strong alpha female, for crying out loud, but this damn creature, my husband, knew my weakness. He used it against me like a weapon.

With the impending birth approaching, I didn't have much time left. If this was truly sticking on me like damn burdock, how in the world would I make it back to my den to give birth in peace? I didn't want to be this confused creature who couldn't even utter a single word.