I was lying next to Damon, who was asleep, utterly spent. We had been fucking and rutting like animals in heat for five days straight, and he had truly given me everything. Now, he was finally done. He lay on his back, eyes closed, his head turned away from me. One hand rested over his chest, his cock floppy and spent. A sheet covered him up to his waist, and his chest was marked with my bites and scratches. Our species is largely hairless from the neck down, so there was no chest hair.
I, on the other hand, was tired but not sleepy. I gazed at the ceiling, knowing that make-up sex is truly the best, yet this connection had overtaken and wrung us both pretty well.
Covered by a sheet myself, I idly mused about taking a shower. This was the fifth room we had used, and I wasn't sure if we had fucked in this particular bathroom. It was all a bit of a blur; we had really gotten inventive.
I turned my head to the other side, noticing the large houseplants in the room and their flower stand, noting that one wasn't "sanctified."
"Well, maybe next time," I mused tiredly.
My muscles were limp and satisfied, and my body hummed contentedly.
About ten minutes later, I quietly got up. Damon had turned to his side and was now snoring deeply, drooling slightly, which made me smile. I walked to the bathroom and went to take a long, hot shower. It felt like a good time to start living again, perhaps this time without so much drama. Autumn had arrived, and the air was getting colder, but we had plenty of clothes, which sparked a little idea in my mind.
As the hot water washed over me in the shower, the sensation felt heavenly, utterly perfect. While I was soaping my body, Mariella's slightly irritated, sarcastic voice cut through our unique hive mind. "Mimi, my alpha, are you two done? I only ask because I could actually get something done today, not that I'm complaining, but let's just say our chores are a bit lagging. You see, I need some companionship when Damon hits me with his new compound lust, and I just lose it. So, in other words, I've been having quickies for the last five days, and a lot."
I smiled and replied, "Well, I'm in the shower, and Mr. Salvatore is snoring in bed. He's all used up and floppy, so no fear. I actually have a fun project for us, if you're interested. It might get the thought of men a bit excited, but then again, that's hardly anything new to you."
Mariella's reply was immediate: "Oh, really? Well, I'm up for new experiences. Let's see how it affects the men."
I had a little catty plan in mind, one that might keep Mariella as well as Charles nicely occupied. This would allow me some freedom to operate on my own terms, without pack leaders harassing me too much.
After my shower, I teleported to another room, leaving Damon to sleep it off. However, I did tell Mariella which room he was in, in case she wanted to check him over or have other Salvatores do so.
I then went to one of my storage rooms, specifically my clothing storage. Here, I had designer clothes, and I had just spotted a piece I wanted to wear: a knitted dress the color of the aurora, made from very fine silk. It was perfect.
As I grabbed it, I also took a few more pieces for my plan for Mariella. I was feeling rather catty, and for some reason, I hadn't even realized it, but I wanted Mariella to be fucked. It was funny how our bond had evolved, and everything I'd read from that book had somehow slipped my mind.
Next, I teleported to yet another storage room where I had found quite a nice lot of doggy products, suitable for me, along with five large cardboard boxes. Oh yes, I was going to fix my own hair, as there was plenty of high-end hairdressing stuff like combs and the like.
I went to my bedroom, one of them, and dried myself. I had also been planning my hair, considering the many options I had. In fact, I'd studied quite a lot of hairstyles while pregnant and on bedrest, and I'd tucked most of that knowledge away in a separate part of my mind.
However, as I was wearing my long, gold-colored, oversized bathrobe and my hair was wrapped in an old towel, I paused. Rob had bought that towel for me – it's a long story, but it wasn't high-end, just a normal towel.
Yet, because it was important to me, I'd asked a few flea witches to ensure it would never deteriorate. There was no sadness in those memories, only sarcastic, slightly humiliating ones, but it was all good.
As I was opening the box and lifting my bottles and jars onto my dresser, the door opened, and Wulfe walked in.
"Morning, my unicorn," he said. "I see you are quite spry once again. Well, sit down. I will take that towel; there is nice magic in it, as well as in your emotions. It gives me a hell of a boost for many spells. No arguments, you do not need a reminder of what you have lost."
His voice was firm, loving but unyielding. I took a calming breath, trying to rack my brain for a counterargument, but nothing came to mind.
He continued, "Well, sit your ass down and tell me about this plan of yours. It seems fun. I will fix your hair and make sure the Salvatores are aware of these products, as most of them are suitable for toddlers, and Sadie particularly still has issues with her hair."
I sat down sheepishly as he unwrapped my hair and teleported my towel away. He then started to fluff and blow-dry my hair, using an actual stand for it, letting it blow at a wide angle as he unloaded boxes full of my hair products.
At the same time, a sharp headache lanced behind my eyes as he zeroed in on my knowledge of hairstyles. My secret little nook was soon studied, and as usual, he too snatched information away from me, so only he knew those styles.
As random ideas popped into my mind, I mused aloud, "You know, I have a somewhat iffy record with cruises, but now I realize that my Valentine's Days are usually eventful as well. As you know, my last one involved a traumatic birth, and then it happened to be Valentine's Day when I was released from the hospital after my VENOMS. So, they have a curse on them as well."
Wulfe's expression tightened, and he said, "I promise, we will make sure you have better versions. And please, let me take the VENOMS away; there's no need for you to hoard everything."
"Nope," I replied, "it's a lesson for me, a reminder of what happens when I'm not honest and admit I'm not perfect. It's better to keep me grounded. As for my plan, well, as you know, Mariella has found her balls, so to speak, but I think it's time for her to remember she's also female, just as I am, and we are girls too. In short, I'm going to dress us girls, and then we'll see what you boys do."
Wulfe grunted as he continued to tinker with my hair, "Oh really? And my guess is you have something fancy in mind."
I smiled slightly and said, "I'm not easy, not a pushover. Despite Damon moving back and us fucking like animals in heat, there are still issues between us, and there always will be. I realize that."
Wulfe pondered, "I suppose so, but what is your idea here?"
My smile was innocent, but I had a little plan in mind. I said out loud," I decided to take the advice Adam and Charles gave me a long time ago: when dealing with number one, it would make things so much easier. If things progressed, so be it, but for now, in short, he would be my boy toy, my stress toy."
This made Wulfe burst into laughter.
He struggled to form words as he laughed out loud, "You... you are going to turn one of the pack leaders into your personal sex toy, really?"
I nodded and said, "You see, I've learned not to put expectations on him, to let him be what he is. Salvatore, and as I have pretty perfect ones of those already, I don't really need more. So, he has the honor of being my boy toy. Not that I will say it to his face, at least not at the start, but still."
Wulfe exclaimed, "This, this is fucking something I want to see! How the hell are you going to pull this off? He's all over you and trying to rule."
I rolled my eyes as Wulfe finally finished my hair, and I said, "Come and see what I have reserved. Now, Mariella has no idea, as I'm making this into a little surprise. I've dressed her and released her into the middle of Salvatore's pack, wearing... let's say a rather provocative dress. I would say number one is plenty busy."
Wulfe smiled and said, "Nice idea, but really, my unicorn, we need to add those rooms to the catalog as well. Actually, I want to expand your idea, not just for you and Mariella, but for the eight other females. Let's do makeovers for all of them. I mean, we have no idea what works on them and what doesn't, what is a good color, say for Britney or Ashley. So, we will have a makeover day once a week or something, where we boys dress you up in those fancy dresses, and you have to try them on. I've sneaked a few little tips from your mind."
I nodded in agreement, saying, "It's true, just think about it. If you have a strapless or sleeveless dress and you're busty, you'd need to tape your tits or wear a strapless bra. Otherwise, as you walk, your tits would inevitably sway, potentially causing the dress to fall or your tits to spill out. It's important to consider a dress's actual utility. Imagine a fancy vampire party; you certainly wouldn't want Mariella constantly yanking her dress up."
Wulfe nodded and replied, "And I just shared this with the Salvatores. I know you have a dress for Mariella and one for yourself, so why don't you handle those? I'll go choose something for the girls, and then we can have some real fun."
As he finally left to select dresses for the others, I put on my own. I hadn't shown it to Wulfe, as it was meant to be a surprise. While it was modest, featuring long sleeves and an ankle-length hem, it still clung to my shape, revealing every curve, my nipples, and more. Since it was knitted, there was always a chance of skin peeking through here and there, but it was incredibly comfortable and warm to wear.
The only downside was that it offered little protection against drafts, so I felt them keenly. However, I was planning to head to the flower room to see what needed doing, as my time in bed had run long and the others had made the initial arrangements. Still, there were always tasks to attend to, and it was a rather pleasant place to work.
Thirty minutes later, Mariella walked in as requested.
I explained, "We'll do this once a week. I've found a huge lot of designer dresses from my human era; they're old but unused and perfect. We need to test them. Each of us will wear a dress all day. The men will observe, noting what works, what doesn't, and which colors suit whom. For instance, I have no idea what shade of blue would be ideal for Britney or Lily. So, we'll be judged all day, and they'll help arrange the dresses, figuring out who they suit and what needs adjustment. Our goal is to create perfect dresses that look like a million bucks but are also comfortable to wear. It's not the time to look pretty and suffer for beauty. Since this was my idea, I'll give you a makeover today, and next week, it will be the men's turn."
Mariella furrowed her brow, trying to see what I had chosen for her. She had been on kitchen duty, as she too had had a passionate time in bed with plenty of men, and she was eager to be a savior and beta female once again. Wulfe, however, had performed a few minor spells as I'd asked.
I then said to Mariella, "You won't see yourself yet. I have a few spells here that will render you blind while I fix your hair, makeup, and dress. Then, I'll let you see."
She replied, "I mean, I'd like to have a say. By the way, your dress is it..."
I nodded. "Yep, one of them. It's silk, perfect, and quite form-fitting, as you can see. But I was planning on making sure I had my arrangements done and a few spares, as I have a pretty good idea of what's trendy."
I activated the spell, making her blind and helping her to sit down. First came the makeup, much more dramatic, sultry, and dangerous. It made her look less lustful and more determined, feisty, and seductive—more vampire, but I still let her ferality show.
I then styled her hair, making it much more mussed up, like a cloud. It was no longer sleek and tidy as Damon usually styled it. Instead, long, bushy curls now framed her face, and loose ends of her much longer, thicker hair cascaded down her back.
Next, I got her to stand. I cast a spell that made her body numb, so she wouldn't feel anything on her skin just yet. Then, I took out my chosen creation: a collection of white pearl strings. They began at her shoulders, barely covering her breasts. Because she was bustier, a good amount of skin peeked through, even though the strings were attached to a shimmering, see-through veil.
Around her waist, there was no veil, only loose strings that hung down, swaying with her movements. The same applied to her hips, where there was no underwear either. As I mentioned, I was being quite naughty, but this dress genuinely suited her. The sight of her creamy skin peeking through only added to her allure.
I added a new piercing to her navel, this time a tourmaline with four different shades. It was one of those energy-manipulating stones, and this particular one would amplify whatever energies she was experiencing.
Being in the kitchen with several lust wizards wearing this... I was quite sure of what she would end up doing. And the best part? Damon himself might also be heading to the kitchen to cook. It was simply perfect. She was dressed up like sin, and I was certain that very few men would be able to maintain their self-control around her.
I then gave her high heels. She was tall, making her look perfect and alluring, not cheap or easy. As I kept my alpha power active, her beta power whirred on properly, giving her much-needed spunk. This would surely add some spice to the kitchen before they ended up in bed.
She looked like a goddess. Her makeup, her hair, and that dress were exactly what I had envisioned. After I had finished getting her ready, I gently led her towards the door. It was only after I had opened it and escorted her into the corridor that I dispelled the spells, allowing her to see.
She barely had time to react before Adam, Lepard, Number Five, and Eight approached her. Eight smirked at her with dangerous intent, and Adam's gaze was outright heated.
Mariella was silent, stammering, "What are you ogling at?"
Then, she looked down at herself and gasped, "Mimi, oh my god! I can't wear this. Please, I need actual clothes. Oh my god, I have no underwear!"
She was on the verge of panic.
Lepard interrupted, "Looks good. Come on, you're in the kitchen, and we have a lot of food to make... I might be right next to you."
Mariella stammered, confused, but as her energy shifted to lust—that dark lust emanating from the men who now saw her—it called to her like a beacon. Soon, her embarrassment faded as she walked. She wore much higher heels than Damon usually made her wear, causing her hips to sway, and those strings of pearls offered the men an excellent view of her tantalizing body.
As for me, oh my god, I was feeling smug. I calmly walked towards the doors leading downstairs and to my flower room. This was going to be one damn good day, and perhaps even a week or so.
One might wonder why I was so hell-bent on turning her into a sex kitten for these men. I simply wanted to, and I didn't overthink it. For me, this was just a damn good idea, and the reason for it would surely reveal itself in due time.
But right now, some part of me wanted Mariella to be fucked some more, and with as many pack males as possible, not just Damon. Thus, my little ploy to place her in the middle of the kitchen, which was usually filled with men. Well, it was warm enough for her, and things would surely heat up soon enough.