It had been a few days since Adam and I shared our initial passionate nights, and things were still far from calm between us—we simply had to have each other. Now, I was planning to take a few steps further with the help of my girls, May and Lily. My plan was straightforward: to dominate Adam, use him in the best possible way, tie him up, and have our way with him.
As one of the alpha females, I was the strongest and the leader, but my girls possessed a portion of my feminine power and were well-versed in bedtime activities.
I had been with the kids all day, and today it was my turn to cook. Since Mariella had been quite occupied with the Salvatores—well, Wulfe—as they had been together for four days, I was free to have some fun of my own.
Charles was busy during the day, running errands at our farm and shops, handling grocery orders, and paperwork. He had shown a strong interest in my initial proposal for special needs programs for kids, which was just one more task on his already full desk.
With taxes to file, VATs to manage, and various permissions to check or renew, he was juggling a lot. He was also calculating when extra work—and thus extra income—would be needed, as our benefits for the oldest kids, who would turn three in the spring, were set to change and decrease slightly.
Since Charles was responsible for managing my benefits and days, it was a lot of work for him. I had made sure he had enough time to handle the paperwork because he might be a bit too dominant for my plan. However, I would decide what to do after I had dealt with Adam and seen how things went—whether I could apply the same approach to Charles or even to the boys.
As I was cleaning a large brisket, my daughter May walked up to me. She was a bit taller than me, much like me in spirit, and by Salvatores, her naturally black hair had been transformed into red. She was perhaps the first of my children in whom I truly saw a reflection of myself.
She watched as I trimmed the meat and then asked out of the blue, "Mom, I know this might be difficult for you to remember, but during those two years, how did others find out what actually happened?"
I took a breath and calmly answered, "Well, for the first instance, Damon knew, as he had created the original spell to erase it. In a moment of weakness, he confessed it to Mariella years later. As for the other time, well, it was a bit different. We weren't in a wonderful place, even though we had gotten back together. Mariella was still meddling between us, and I was, of course, leaning more towards Charles and Adam."
She nodded slightly, eager to hear my stories from the past. Naturally, all sorts of recollections flooded my mind, but as Wulfe's spells were active, they faded away like dew in the morning sun. I realized then that this was for the best. There was no need for me to keep all the horrors of my past locked away in my mind; it served no purpose and hurt only me.
After all, I was needed, and I needed to be a mom, not a mess. My past could trigger my neurotic mind into a frenzy, a condition now logged as a medical diagnosis in my records.
Despite the relatively simple treatment, it took time, and it was something they could never heal, only manage. Now was not the time for my syndrome to flare up again, as it had done quite a few times in the couple of years we had spent in this life.
I continued my explanation, saying, "I was having another bout of my nightmare distress syndrome. I had once again created a version of fleas, and there had been nasty cases that had run me into the ground. It was actually Charles who came to one of my bases, tranquilized me, and took me back to Pennsylvania Manor for rest and treatment. He hadn't spoken to Damon much about my syndrome, stating our relationship was flaky. Anyway, he and Adam took me to sleeping and loving therapy. Then, Mariella, again jealous and sensing what they were doing, acted out of order. So, she cast a spell to see what I was dreaming, intending to convince Damon that Adam and Charles were lying about my syndrome or my need for sleep."
May looked at me and quietly asked, "Did she get more than she bargained for?"
I nodded and replied, "Her spell made her a part of the nightmare I was having about that year. She saw my dream, or my memory, where I was standing naked, beaten, pregnant, and bruised, with Damien behind me. In front of a mirror, he crooned to me, telling me how stupid the pack was and that our babies would soon arrive. He then flooded my abdominal cavity with jelly, massaging it as much as he could, while Bran and Samuel, or those wizards, or rather warlocks, sat on a couch and smiled, talking."
May took a deep breath, horrified. Yet, the memory quickly faded from my mind, replaced by a flood of pure love and healing energies, which the Salvatores also noticed.
I said, "Well, that sent the whole damn pack into a frenzy. First, Damon interrogated Adam and Charles about my condition, while several Salvatores entered my mind with Mimosa and Shadow to chase down what the hell had happened. I slept for a few days until they woke me up, and then all hell broke loose. For me, it was a bit overwhelming, but the snippet Mariella had seen made her incredibly protective. She'd tell Damon minute by minute what I was doing, whether I should do this or that. He acted as my protector, stopping me from harming myself or trying to pry into the details of the nightmare."
I put my knife down, as I continued after taking a breath, determined to be strong and not let this shit drag me down. "You see, Bridgette had told me that there's always a back door. She'd cast a spell to mask the past, and she said, 'My friend, my loved one, the universe seeks balance between things—good and bad. But there are other kinds of balance, too, like the balance between love and lust; they complement each other. And for that, in my spell, there's always a necessary backdoor. If true love blooms in Damon's heart for you, not for dominance but for your well-being, my spell will be broken, and he will learn the truth. He will see it all.'"
I took another deep breath as I continued to tell my story, acknowledging it was actually important for my girls to hear these as well, despite how nasty they were. I kept my expression neutral and my hands still, even though I wanted to almost shake.
"Naturally, I was pretty certain that would never happen, given how damn icy our relationship was. And since I was afraid of the Salvatores for a long time after that year, the backdoor kind of faded into obscurity, or perhaps Bridgette made it that way. However, it happened. Damon saw something in me, or remembered something, and he loved me. The damn spell broke, meaning it got into my mind what had happened. And, well, talk about horrified husbands, pack members, and all sorts of traumatized beings for the next few years."
"What happened exactly?" May asked, her gaze searching mine. "You seem a little flustered by the memory."
I nodded. "For the next three or four years, my life was very controlled. I was loved by the Salvatores, Adam, Charles, the boys, and even Mariella, who resumed her mistress sessions. I was cared for, so much so that I often prayed for them to go to the Azores so I could have some time to myself. But they only ever spent three months there before they were back, hovering and loving me."
May smiled. "I think being loved and cared for did you a world of good."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, there was no working for me, no holidays, no hospitals. They even placed several linking spells on Damon, connecting my bodily functions to him so he could sense if I was injured. There were quite a lot of weird rituals, including one bonfire where they tried to retrieve more of my memories. However, that connected me too much to Damon for Mariella's liking, so it was a no-go. Then, a few years later, as things settled down a bit, Damon decided to try the ultimate connection, which led to our divorce and the birth of you and your sisters. My seven years of hell, so to speak."
May looked into my eyes as if seeking something.
"My past is rough, yours is not," I told her. "So be happy you're a Salvatore, through and through. You're much like me, and I bet you like to rile up men from time to time. But I can teach you a few other ways to have fun with them."
She hesitated slightly, but I drew out a bit of my alpha power, making hers flare up as well. I sent her a few inventive bedtime plans, considering Adam as our first victim. She smiled slowly, still a little hesitant. She had always been quite meek in bed, letting men take charge and not being overly aggressive. But she was an alpha female, and it was good for her to learn to behave like one.
Of course, I was the strongest alpha there was, and my example might not always be the best. However, it was my duty as the leading female of the pack to ensure all the females knew their powers and abilities, despite how hard the Salvatores might try to suppress them.
My alpha side was wild, to say the least, and this time, there was no brick wall to halt my plans – not yet, anyway. I was cleverly keeping Wulfe and Damon busy with Mariella so they wouldn't interfere with me. Oh, I was good at this.
*********Nighttime, One of bedrooms******
In the darkness of the bedroom, Adam began to piece together what had happened. He remembered tucking the babies and toddlers into bed with Mimi, after which they had settled down for some snacks. From that point on, everything became a blur, though he recalled Mimi's gentle voice guiding him. Now, he found himself naked, shackled in a bedroom filled with the distinct scent of Mimi's pheromones. Far from being alarmed, Adam felt a profound sense of arousal. His cock strained, and he almost panted with lust.
As he surveyed his surroundings, the door creaked open. Mimi, May, and Lily entered, each exuding their alpha presence. They sauntered seductively towards the bed, causing Adam's cock to jerk and his breathing to become ragged. As an energy creature, he was deeply affected by the lust and seduction radiating from these women. His skin felt exquisitely sensitive, and the tight shackles, while restraining him, also fueled his arousal by emphasizing his helplessness. This realization only intensified his desire.
Adam was now ready to embrace whatever these women had in store for him. He met Mimi's gaze and smiled darkly.
"Honey," he began, "I see you've upped the game. Well, bring it on, my love. I am oh, so ready. Do your worst."
After I had secured Adam into bed—having given him a bit of something from my fangs in his coffee to daze and immobilize him—it was time for me to step up as the alpha female and show my girls how this is done. As he had just basically challenged me.
"Now, girls, are you hungry? We have our plate here, and let me make it ready for us," I explained in a low, seductive voice as I grabbed a large empty tank along with a bump collector.
The collector was essentially a condom with a tube designed to capture every drop of bump or intra-abdominal nutrition liquid, as it was officially called, kind of man's milk that Adam would soon spew. Males could produce a bump incredibly fast since they used their blood for it, and because our species' males had about 75 liters of blood, there were plenty of reserves to tap into. It was partially magical and mystical how we could have so much blood, but it was simply the way things were. It was called a bump when the sack contained it, which often showed a bump on the right side of a man's abdomen when it was filled up.
After fitting the collector on Adam, I placed a tray I had brought nearby—filled with snacks and all kinds of treats—and said seductively to the girls, "Now, let me fix you up a meal, and then we get to eat. But girls, this is a special meal, meaning no hands—only use your mouths when eating."
Adam grunted heatedly at my comment as I began to lay cold cuts, shrimp, pieces of meat, dollops of cream cheese, and various sweet treats all over his naked body, effectively turning him into a living tray of delicacies for us.
Once all the treats were arranged on Adam's body, I told the girls, "Now, this is a special meal, so clothes off—we eat naked. It makes this more fun, too."
Lily smirked as she started to undress. Adam grunted but said nothing; I knew him well enough to understand he had a long memory, and one day he might do the same to me. But not just yet—I was planning to wring him dry and spent, collecting his bump as much as possible and making him explode hard, as many times as possible, all while utterly at my mercy.
As we were naked, I showed the girls how to proceed using only our mouths. Carefully, I plucked a piece of meat from Adam's stomach and then licked the spot, causing his muscles to contract strongly and him to draw in air with a sharp hiss.
At first, the girls were a bit hesitant, but bite by bite, they grew more courageous. Adam was utterly at our mercy, and it did not take long before the first thick, creamy load flooded the tank from his hard, hot cock—I knew exactly where his sweet spots were.
The girls discovered new ones too; for example, Lily licked the bottom of his feet, causing him to cuss out loud, as it was something very arousing for him. He couldn't move or act but simply endured everything we did to him. He was helpless, but in the best possible way.
I had done something similar with Lepard a long time ago. Damon and Mariella had misunderstood it due to their jealousy, and I had faced consequences for that, but not now. Adam was wet with sweat and pheromones; the crisp, sweet pear scent told me just how aroused he was.
His burning forest outdoor sauna aroma revealed that his vampire side was truly enjoying the moment. Meanwhile, Lily bit her wrist open and dripped her blood into Adam's mouth, while May sprinkled some dried blood into his mouth as well, making him experience something utterly new and intense.
My body pressed against Adam's as I reached over to his other side to lick along his ribs, savoring the last remnants of whipped cream there. I let my bare breasts press against him, my hard, poking nipples feeling the heat of his skin.
The scent of our arousal wafted into the air, and I said to May, "Come on, climb on, make him eat you. Sit on his face."
May smiled, and Adam returned the smile with a predatory gleam. In a lust-roughened deep voice, he said, "I dare you, little girl. Come up and let me show you just how good I am with my mouth."
May straddled him, pressing her cunt against Adam's face. His skilled tongue and lips soon made May shudder, and her thighs tremble—he knew his way between a female's legs and how to make it last.
May pleaded in a broken voice, "Oh my goo—od. I'm cumming, make me cum... more. Oh my god, just like that, yeah, I—I am about..."
Adam's dark chuckle told me he wasn't going to let her cum that easily. She was sweating, her nipples straining, as Adam used his lust to make the impending climax even harder for May to reach.
It took time—several hours and multiple orgasms on both sides—as we handled Adam just as much as he handled us. I mean, if anyone were to sit on his face, this boy knew exactly how to make even me howl with lust. All he needed was his mouth to turn me into a shuddering mess, unable to do anything but explode time after time.
By morning, he was done, and so were we. Three tanks full of his thick, hot cream of love had been collected, and we had also consumed several loads straight from his now floppy and spent dick. He was wet with sweat, and the girls shuffled off to take naps and showers, as they were pretty much finished as well.
I smiled at Adam as I let him go and said, "Are you done for now? Go have something to eat—you definitely donated a lot tonight, so eat up. One can never know if I'll need to teach this to other girls as well."
Adam rubbed his wrists, smiled at me, and got up. "Honey, this was wonderful, it truly was," he said. "Yeah, I think breakfast is in order. I feel fine—no need to sleep—but I'm all up for a nice day of work or whatever I want to do next. What have you planned?"
I rolled my eyes and replied, "Shower, maybe a nap, or watch movies. Let the girls tend to the kids. You truly made me explode quite a few times, so I need to rest a bit as well. And I'm not sure who will be our next victim—Charles, one of the boys, or maybe Salvatore. I haven't made up my mind yet."
Adam kissed me and then teleported to the other room to wash and get ready for the day.
I transferred my bump tanks to my secure room, where I had a few more, including Colin's and Magnum's tanks. I had found them by chance while going through my storage rooms. It had been Colin who left me quite a few tanks, along with many of his leprechaun drops and instructions for their use. Being me, I would not tell anyone about these just yet—maybe someday, but not now.
Now it was time for me to rest, wash up, and then see what was next in our lives. Little did I know what my little plan had set in motion, but I would find out in the future.