"Well, I must say, this was one damn unique experience, and I'm glad I got to be a part of it," Rose said, lying next to me.
I grunted, the galaxy still active inside me. Adam, Charles, and the other boys had already prepared my bath. As I looked around the room, I remembered they had unloaded me here. For three days, we had been fighting, fucking, and absorbing my powers.
The room was a mess, full of blood splatters, and bloody daggers and knives were strewn across the floor. The bed was soaked with blood and other bodily fluids. Though my lips were numb from kissing so many people, I still felt residual power buzzing inside me, and I wasn't sure how long it would take them to absorb it all.
Everyone was filled with my power. Alaric was out cold, and Wulfe was nodding, muttering something in his sleep. The girls, Shadow, Mimosa, as well as Dexter and Murdock, had also taken part and gotten themselves buzzed. The large amethyst boulders and geodes, originally deep violet and taller than me, were now pulsating with a deep blood-red hue as my powers seeped into them.
Most of them would leave them to us, but Mimosa would take one or two with her, ensuring they would have oomph for days to come. There were over fifteen of them, so a few could be spared. I had no idea about this, and it was a complete surprise when Charles plunged his nasty dagger into my belly and Ashley one into my back.
The girls had been in on this from the start, and I wasn't sure whose cock had corked me or at what point. Surely, I had taken quite many females under me, dominating them until some male had come and taken me roughly, getting a nice long pull of my energy.
Despite feeling buzzy from my galaxy, indicating loose power that had broken into tiny bits and would need coaxing to surface, I felt blissfully empty. This had been one damn long and efficient emptying. I had a nagging suspicion that Wulfe might have done a few spells and used his powers to really empty me out.
Of course, no one knew when the next possible time would be, and this kind of activity wasn't something you'd do when children were around, as it took several days and left us all more or less spent or buzzed with power, meaning our ability to function wouldn't be ideal for child-raising.
"Wow, I must hand it to you," Emmylee said. "You truly are a powerhouse, but I am beat. I can't take an ounce more power, and you are one damn good kisser and dominator too."
Adam, who was just walking into the room, raised his brow and said to Emmylee, "I'm sure you, little girl, will soon retract that statement, or else I'll have to show you again..."
Emmylee simply rolled her eyes. She was buzzing with power, and it was different. As our plan required us to work and act, they used this extra energy for that, not turning it into lust and going off to… well.
This was yet another example of willpower, demonstrating what someone wanted to do. Therefore, next time Damon unloaded on me, it would be no use explaining that they had to fuck the buzz away, as I had over thirty examples here of people *not* doing that.
The town where our grand estate was located was called Warroad. It was a small and cold town, but we would get by. Nowadays, the population was a little over 3000, as the supernatural community preferred it here, and their businesses were also located here. It was by no means a large city, but we would manage.
The temperature was barely above zero degrees Celsius, so, fortunately, frost and a protective bubble helped the witches plant our fruit trees, berry bushes, and beneficial herbs. They had also acquired a large greenhouse, which we could use in the spring. November would likely be chilly, with snow most likely as well, so it was going to be one hell of a start.
Consequently, we had reserved a lot of firewood and updated our waste burning system, meaning we had three incinerators all around the cellar, and the heat from those would keep this grand, huge house warmer. All of the scrap, meaning large intestines, gall bladders, and other inedible parts of carcasses, had been burned there and would continue to be burned. Some of these scraps were frozen for later use.
My mind reeled with all of this as I lay there waiting for Adam to pick me up. Dexter chuckled as he identified different splatters on the walls to Dresden, distinguishing which splatter was arterial and which was something else. Dresden, naked and covered in blood, was high as a kite, as my power made wizards pretty damn euphoric.
It was Lepard who said, "I mean, Mariella has a short distance to work, but Damon has longer, as he has to go to Rosseau, right?"
I nodded and said, "It's not that long, about 30 minutes or so. However, it's not immediately available, and with the weather as it is, it might take even longer. Plus, our own road takes time to clear, and we might not have cleared it by the time he arrives. He might have to use some magic, or something, to get home."
Demon smirked and said, "Oh, you are nasty, so supernasty."
"I am," I replied in a deadpan voice, "but then again, I have my reasons, right?"
Wulfe, still high as a kite, wasn't going to be part of my rest and treatment, but Adam and Charles would take care of him. Slowly, people clambered up, naked and covered in blood. They grabbed the spare robes that had been preserved in one place to cover themselves somewhat and then went to take a shower. Tim and Taylor were glassy-eyed as well, and both of them had railed me, as had other girls.
I wasn't sure of all the combinations of who had fucked whom, who had gotten a double load, or how many had gotten some manly love from another bloke. I didn't care. I was happy, buzzing with power, but so damn happy. This was what I had needed. The awful pressure had lessened so much, and I could hardly wait to see what my state would be once all of this loose power was gone.
To recap, this unloading had to be done because I had a cavern of emotional power inside me, churning there for over a century. It had gotten stronger with every bad experience. Wulfe had studied it, but even he knew it had to be unloaded roughly: stab me, fuck me, tease me.
Then, the power would start to loosen, seep out, and I would use it as telekinesis and whatnot. Others would absorb as much as they could. The boulder and crystals were also for this purpose because this flood of power was so huge that no one could take it all.
Damon might have succeeded because he upgraded his magic symbol, which was engraved on his chest. He used this symbol to drain my power and balance us, employing stone chips to store the excess power and release it slowly back to him.
However, given the nature of our relationship, it seemed more likely that he simply wanted to absorb my powers rather than truly alleviate my burden, as the process was brutal, carnal, and rough. I also possessed a magic symbol, an outlet for him to access my abilities, but because I was cunning, my powers subtly shifted, rendering his symbol less effective unless he carved additional runes onto it. I was, after all, a fiercely strong alpha female who refused to be merely a power battery; I desired something for myself.
This arrangement had persisted, on and off, for over a century. I could sense when power hadn't been fully extracted, but now, I felt incredibly powerful and anticipated further improvement in my condition. As my power surged from its depths, it didn't flow smoothly. Instead, it left fragments behind in its wake.
These remnants now buzzed within me like a vast galaxy. As the core power flowed outward, these remnants also shifted and simmered, requiring domination, sex, and a bit more of our vampire games to coalesce into larger clusters. Eventually, Adam and Charles would help these clusters surface.
This phenomenon was simply another facet of my complex being. I was who I was, and I couldn't change it. In fact, Damon had originally created this power within me to eliminate specialized micro or nano-sized shells that his malevolent twin had concealed throughout my body over a century ago. These shells were breaking down, releasing unpleasant contents. Consequently, Damon had to subject me to a torturous session, a shed session, process reminiscent of what Damien, his deceased twin, had done. He killed me, but because I am unkillable, I revived.
It had made this power vibrate and break off those shells, eliminating their nasty contents. This ordeal either created a cavern within my mind, or perhaps he simply caused my powers to resonate in such a way that they, in time, formed this cavern. Regardless, the origin was a moot point; I just had to deal with the situation.
My life had not been easy, and the approaching thirteen years promised to be an even wilder ride. I was lazily pondering whether the ten Salvatores would emerge one by one, each asking the right questions and requiring individual explanations, or if they would arrive in groups. Only I would know what to tell and what to reveal. I also wondered about Thanksgiving; would they care, or would they be angry that they couldn't return to their perfect lives in the Irish castle? So many questions remained unanswered.
However, I wasn't going to stress too much. I knew that with several hundred large carcasses of beef and bison—around 300—to hang, I would be busy butchering during those thirteen years. But hey, I was already good at that. The girls had even created a fun new game: writing down their desired beef cuts and seeing if they could stump me with an exotic cut I didn't know. I was pretty adept, so they rarely succeeded.
Adam, Charles, and Colin would occasionally give me orders for specific cuts that would be better or more useful. Bones were roasted and ground, and everything was more or less utilized. We even had a good amount of beef brain in the freezer, pathogen-free. Skin, fat, and most of the gristle were ground for mince, which was packed and weighed into different-sized portions. Smaller birds were ground finely with their bones, providing added calcium.
I knew that after my bath and the rest of my treatment, I might sleep for a day or two, which I had certainly earned. We would be fine, as supplies would keep arriving constantly. I had already delivered maps of the house to most of my people who were bringing things in, so they would know which rooms were cool, which were freezers, and which were warm.
Of course, we would also have plants. Shadow was ensuring the greenhouse, or greenroom, would be perfect. She was detailing care instructions for all of them and practically made me swear that they would stay alive for the entire thirteen years, so she could see them again afterward.
Soon, I was the only one left in the bed. Adam walked up to me, picked me up in his arms, and I noticed he, too, was covered with blood. They would take a shower while I had my bath, and we would have separate rooms for the rest of the treatment.
I looked into Adam's sparkling eyes, which were a deep ruby red, because of all of the power he had absorbed, and said, "I do love you. You're my very first protector, my true love, and I just want you to know that."
He chuckled and replied, "I love you too, honeypie, but let's get you in your bath first. Then we can have some more fun. It's so important for us to see you relaxed and unloaded from this power."
He rolled his eyes and continued, "Oh my god, my love, you just can't understand. I feel like nothing is impossible, and I swear that I see fractals. If someone were to give me an equation, I would have no trouble solving it."
My powers had this effect on men, whether they came from my cavern or my milk, if they were made to seep into it. It was a process I wasn't comfortable with. Mariella's powers were mild compared to what men got from my milk, and I guess it made me feel like I was just a drug for them.
As the hot water engulfed me with its herbal scent, I relaxed into the tub. Adam stood there for a few minutes to make sure I didn't drown or anything before going to take a shower.
It wasn't very long before Charles walked in wearing just a bathrobe and sat by the tub, looking at me and the now pretty red water. It rinsed the blood off my skin, but it also relaxed me, preparing me for the next stage, which would be irritation, vampire games, and sex.
They would get the rest of the power off of me, and then I would most likely be quite beat and sleep like a log for some time, waking up feeling like a million dollars.
Yeah, my life, despite its ups and downs, wasn't too bad. I had gorgeous men as my husbands, a good pack, and well, I was pregnant. Sure, I might curse my blessed state weeks and months to come, but having children, raising them, and knowing that this time nothing could take them away from me felt so freaking unbelievable that I could hardly wait.
And it didn't matter what Damon thought about it. At this point, Damon wasn't part of the equation, despite him being the biological father of the babies. But I would get my babies a lot of daddies if Damon would focus on Mariella and her brood. We would be just fine. Yeah, everything would be okay.