The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

I had recently experienced a UTI, which resulted in two days of rest meaning out cold sleeping, and five days of taking oral antibiotics. Unfortunately, it turned out that my next medical issue involved a vein in my womb that required an operation.

Despite this, my life was as close to perfect as it could be. Damon was no longer in the picture, and Number Two informed me that Number One had taken me to the medbay and left. I credited Mariella for that, and everything fell into place.

Number Two, Three, Wulfe, and Magnum were like family to me. They were there to witness my first litter's first words, such as "hungry," "love," and "daddy," and it was truly a beautiful experience. Wulfe seemed particularly touched by it all. Interestingly, the charm of having cubs with others had faded for them, and they now wanted to spend more time with my litters.

They were more than just breeders; they were devoted fathers. Number Two suggested that we have some alone time, so I used my pheromones to mark the walls near my corridor, ensuring that Damon and especially Mariella would be repelled from coming here. This was our den; we didn't want them here to complain or judge us.

Perhaps it was mostly because these four sought safety from Mariella. They didn't want to be ordered around to please her by Number One, and my pheromones bound them closely to me, meaning no sex holidays for the princess. Soon, it would be time for my operation, and I hoped that my first litter would attain immortality. Our work as teachers would then begin in earnest.

Everything wasn't perfect, but it was what it was. I was just preparing snacks for my first litter, as my operation was scheduled for tomorrow. This meant that they would turn two weeks old, and my second litter would be one week old. Our third litter would soon join our pack.

Number Three came over to me, his long and messy hair flopping around. Both he and Number Four kept their hair that way, while Number One preferred it short, and Number Two had semi-long, curly hair that was quite enjoyable to run my fingers through.

Number Three's expression now held more than just lust; it radiated true love all the time. It seemed that living with a creature of love had influenced even the former "fucking machines."

He pulled me close, his warmth enveloping me, and he whispered, "I understand, baby, but we will take care of her. Just a few more days, and Colin and Four can assess the situation."

I sighed and replied, "I hate seeing her in pain and having to rely on medication."

He sighed in agreement and reassured me, "I feel the same way, baby. We will make sure she gets better."

We were discussing Rosie, my firstborn. 

We noticed over a week ago that she started moving in strange ways. At first, Wulfe thought it was teleportation, so she gave her some drops for that. However, it didn't stop, and I found her meowing on top of a high dresser again. As I reached out to pick her up, she spread her pink feathered wings and flew away.

It was unbelievable. She actually had wings. I told the others, and we tried giving her wings off drops, but it didn't work. Her wings were visible, but they caused her pain as they somehow cramped up. Then, number three changed the formula and gave it to her, but the pain only grew along with her wings.

At that point, number four and Colin were called. We decided not to experiment with the drops anymore because they were causing her pain. She needed to grow and attain her immortality so that we could scan her and maybe even consider permanently removing her wings, although that wasn't an ideal solution. The pain she was experiencing was not an option either.

Since we had no knowledge of wing anatomy, we needed those scans. Number four wondered if there was a tendon stuck or something, and if an operation could fix it. With the help of number two, I made a painkiller for her, which sedated her most of the time. It was what it was. Every time she woke up, she was tender and sore. She could eat and play a little, but soon the pain would tire her out, and she would need her syrup.

It was heartbreaking and weighed heavily on my mind. We decided not to tell number one anything because he had made his priorities clear. I wasn't sad, though. I was loved, and cared for, and I had my team with me. I enjoyed talking with the wolves.

They, too, found Damon's actions amusing. Mariella would occasionally order him to ambush their rooms to see what was planned. Mariella was high on hormones, but the wolves and girls were not. All it takes for a mother to regain control is to want to be a mom, not a sex addict. However, it gave Mariella an excuse to misbehave.

We had so much fun during the nighttime after the last feeding. We bonded over a glass of wine or whatever we had, and more often than not, number two and three came up with the most inventive ways to keep Mariella under control. Number three did it again. He made me and Wulfe laugh so hard that I couldn't catch my breath.

His dry, on-point comment in response to my question, "What would be your way of putting her in order?" was priceless.

His answer was spoken in a perfectly steady voice, but when he mentioned the phrase "chastity belt, metallic, and with a damon proof lock," I couldn't help but lose it.

Oh my god, I laughed so hard. Unfortunately, Wulfe didn't understand what I found so funny. So, I sent him a mental image of Mariella wearing these metal panties, while Damon desperately tried to open the huge padlock on them. He was hopping from one foot to the other, his excitement clear in the strain of cock bursting out from his pants. This image made Wulfe burst into laughter as well, along with Salvatores and Magnum.

Oh my god, we had such a good time. Number two added a layer to my mental picture of Mariella, including a metal bra. It was truly perfect. This experience was completely different from any other time we had spent together, and maybe that's what made it so charming. Numbers two and three promised to get those chastity belts and bras for Mariella if she ever needed them.

Magnum was the one who said it out loud, "You know, Hummingbird, Mariella won't be able to get us. Not because your pheromones are stronger or because you're sexier, which you definitely are. I'm just not into the voluptuous type. No, it's because of love. I've been with many women in my life,"

Number three muttered, "Not as many as I have..."

I giggled. He had the perfect voice for saying something like that.

Magnum rolled his eyes and continued, "Not even the one Higgins, my Mount Everest, that one time, can compare to you. Or the love I feel for you."

Upon hearing this confession, Wulfe grabbed my hand. Number two, who was sitting next to me, stood up, picked me up in his arms, and sat down on a chair. Even my pregnant state couldn't stop them from showing their possessiveness.

And I had to admit, it felt damn good. I wasn't the possessive type, but having so many people who wanted and loved me, along with these confessions, made me feel absolutely wonderful. Oh, what would Mariella say if she saw this?

We were once again sitting in the arms of number two.

He gently blew on my neck and I couldn't help but say to him, "You know, it's a bit soon to seduce me before you gut me open like a fish."

He grunted in response and replied, "Baby, those two options aren't mutually exclusive. Just think of it as a little fun in bed. You'll fall asleep feeling completely satisfied and wake up missing a small part, with me by your side."

He nibbled on my neck. I never thought I would experience something like this, especially not at the beginning. He truly desired every part of me and I had no clue what the future held for us.

Would there be a war between the Salvatores over me? Or would Mariella get mixed up in all of this? It was hard to predict, so I didn't dwell on it. I chose to live in the present moment. Let's just say that these four know how to make me blush.

Wulfe started by saying, "You know, my love..."

It wasn't just unicorns escaping from his lips anymore; he could charm my mind as well.

He continued, "After this breeding season, once the babies have been placed elsewhere, I'm going to tie you to the bed and show you what the four of us can do to you."

I swallowed hard.

Number three chimed in, saying, "Oh, hearing those pleas spill from your lips..."

Magnum added, "Your pussy aching for release that isn't coming."

Number two murmured in my ear, "Feeling my cock splitting you in two, fucking you fast and hard, biting you just right, making you scream my name in ecstasy."

I swallowed again. My pussy was fully engaged in this game, and soon a low chuckle from number two made me blush even more. "Oh guys, she's so wet for me. I can smell it in the air. She's dripping already, and it's definitely not water."

I turned as red as a beet, feeling delightfully dirty. I needed to regain control of myself. I focused on the light green walls of our living room, the warm-hued lamps, the roaring fire in the fireplace, and the mocha-colored rugs.

I tried to take in my surroundings, not wanting to be consumed by my own arousal. The scent of strawberries and champagne filled the air. Maybe I should focus on feeling number two's strong heartbeat against me, his hands holding me.

Nope, his touch was too seductive, and he knew exactly how to arouse me. Oh my god, I was being seduced right here, right now, and I couldn't resist the pull of his masculine charm.

Of course, one could wonder what the heck was going on with their determined seduction, but the reason was clear. We were trying to distract ourselves from Rosie's situation and our feelings of helplessness in easing her pain.

She was incredibly important to Wulfe, as she was the first to look at him and say "Daddy." She was very affectionate, and we desperately wanted to help her. However, we had to keep pushing forward, hoping that soon we would assist her.

My family, my small inner circle as I liked to call them, wanted to lighten my load even for just a few hours during our passionate moments. We knew that these happy times would serve as a source of strength when times got tough.

It was almost heart-wrenching to see Magnum trying so hard to keep his distance from the cubs. He simply couldn't allow himself to love them fully until they reached immortality. There was nothing I could say or do, and I suspected that he had some old story behind this. Perhaps, with time, he would share it with us.

We spent a few more moments in our living room until number two declared I needed rest for my operation tomorrow. After a few more days, our first batch of 300 would become immortal, and our lives would change once again. We had discussed that, at least in the beginning, we would wait until everyone was immortal before moving them to the next room.

Then, it would be on a day-to-day basis. Alaric would also be around, checking on the cubs when they were about 25 days old to see when they could start their education. Of course, it would be busy at times, but with clever time management, everything would be okay.

We wanted the cubs to interact with each other, regardless of their age, so we wouldn't always have to be strict about who goes where. Sometimes, the older ones would be useful in teaching the little ones, and they could also serve as good examples.

As for our night, I woke up in the morning feeling ecstatic. Number two showed me just how amazing it is to have a mind-blowing orgasm, even while pregnant and feeling like a stranded whale on the beach. He made me feel like a woman, and in those blissful moments, the heart-wrenching agony and squeeze of my heart over Rosie faded into the background.

My soul sang, and I was happy, floating in ecstasy like never before. I may not have had my usual stamina, but those four or five hours were mind-blowing. It numbed the pain and gave me sheer pleasure, all thanks to my husband and confidant. He had become much more than just a confidant, unlike number one had been for a long time.

I remembered how I used to be certain that Damon and I were not the endgame, but then again, I knew that we were. The question was, which of the ten Damons would be my actual endgame? My mind wandered, twisted things, and pondered until sleep claimed me.

Number two's soft whisper of "Baby, when you wake up, we have yet another litter to be sorted and named" made me smile as darkness pulled me under.