After a long and luxurious sauna session, I led Mariella towards my private room, anticipating a night of intense pleasure. This time, I had planned something truly special, a secret I intended to keep until Wulfe, sensing my excitement, would inevitably join in.
The room itself was vast, furnished with a massive water gel bed, dark mahogany tables, silk and satin bedding, and a potent, intoxicating fragrance—a clear indication that this was our dedicated "fuckroom" for encounters with Wulfe. Because he was not an energy being, he couldn't use energy to the same extent I could. As Mariella entered, her eyes shifted to a deep ruby red, she paused near the door, drawing in the palpable lust that filled the air and storing it in her mind. Wulfe, as a fellow pack member, possessed his own unique lust, a deep blue hue flecked with sparkles.
The combined intensity of their lust nearly overwhelmed Mariella; her eyes rolled back as she breathed, "Oh wow, I'm not leaving anytime soon… this is just…"
Her voice was husky, and her eyes were almost closed.
I responded, "No, you're not going anywhere. You're going to be mine, my little bitch, and I will break you, making you a begging, pleading mess."
She murmured back, "Bring it on, my alpha, oh my god, I've never felt anything like this before. This lust… it's so dark, but it's so pure."
She seemed to be speaking more to herself than to me. I led her to the bed and pushed her back onto it, still wearing one of my oversized Louis Vuitton bathrobes. I opened a drawer, and before she could react, I had secured her hands to the bedposts, activated the telepathy blocker, nullified her energy manipulation, kept the hive under control, and began to open my own robe.
"Oh, please, Mimi, show me your worst. I am so ready," she said, spreading her legs.
Her nipples were out, jutting dark pink and eager. She was already pleading, easy but not yet fully surrendered. Her body writhed in the bed as I calmly walked to the table where I had arranged our boyfriends for testing.
First up for Mariella, I said, "Fine, your first date will be Thor, promising thunder and lightning. These are new kits. There are three arousal oils: mild, middle, and strong. Test which you prefer, then load your boyfriend."
Mariella's eyes gleamed. "Let's go for strong!"
I smiled and said, "Pace yourself, you can use all three. Let me show you. Start with mild, and this is your boyfriend."
I showed her a long, steel-colored dildo. But unlike a normal one, it had joints, rollers, and nubs, making it flexible. It could crawl and move into your pussy, causing all kinds of fun sensations.
Now, a bit of anatomy: we supernatural females can accommodate any size. When we're ready, we expand, but we are also incredibly tight, almost painfully so for males. This is especially true for me, as I am an alpha. Fucking me takes stamina, as my pussy can strangle a cock into submission quickly. Males need stamina and the ability to fuck a tight pussy without quickly climaxing. It's a challenge, and one that really gets Damon going. Regarding our arousal, we have a G-spot, but it's much more sensitive and larger than a human's. Again, in my case, I have the stamina to withstand its manipulation. Also, whereas a human pussy is largely unnerved, ours are highly nerved. Our pussies are so sensitive at every point, so sex is much more enjoyable for us than for humans. This is why crawlers and such have been developed for us, to stimulate the entire pussy, right at the bottom. A good crawler can make me scream.
"Mariella," I explained, "you see, Wulfe, he's a teacher, and he occasionally makes these little remarks. I usually haven't given them much thought, so you might be wondering why I'm doing so well and not heartbroken over what Damon did or didn't do. It's simple, really. He told me peace begins when you stop arguing with reality. Sure, it sounds a little hippie-ish, but it makes sense, right? Acceptance is key, and moving on is, too. So, there's no point in me arguing with reality, meaning Damon's promise to you. Instead, I'll find my own peace. And, that being said, number one is the sole promiser here. Sure, others have done this and that, but he's the only one bound by his promise, meaning there are nine Salvatores out there for me to grab. I have a plan for them, too."
Mariella replied, "Good for you, you can have them, but please, give me my boyfriend..."
I opened the first little bottle, mild arousal oil, and dipped my pinky finger into it. I sauntered next to Mariella and gently dabbed my fingertip on her lips.
She sighed, undulated, and murmured, "It almost burns...oh my god, how can my lips feel this way? Was this the strongest?"
I smiled and said, "No, the mildest. See, we pace ourselves, seduce our bodies so our boyfriends have the best time pleasing us..."
After she had greedily sucked my fingertip, her lips blushing, I walked back to the table and opened the next oil. Now I took a cotton ball, tipped it in the oil, and went back to her, starting to dab her breasts, but not yet her nipples or areolas. She begged and pleaded for me to get to the point, but I told her to keep going.
She swore to me, "Mimi, I'm creaming myself here! I mean, you'd better pick up the pace and fast. Oh my god, I need this!"
She practically glowed as her lust began to gush and circulate, mixing with our combined efforts. Finally, I yielded, taking the bottle and dropper, and dropped one drop on each of her nipples, making her arch in the bed. This was strong stuff, even for the middle one. Oh, I was so good at torturing her.
I grabbed the strongest bottle of oil. It was a tiny vial, but the contents were potent. Then, I picked up the crawler. There were specific places to add the oil.
I asked Mariella, "Can you keep your hands to yourself if I let you go?"
She moaned, "Oh my god, I have no idea. Come on, get on with this, this is killing me."
I loaded the crawler, filling it nicely. There wasn't much oil left, but it was effective. I pressed it on, and it started to jerk and whir in my hands. Mariella spread her legs, lifted her hips, and moaned. I placed my hand on her stomach, pressing her hips down, and simultaneously positioned the crawler between her cuntlips.
It began to sink in. She moaned and thrashed her head, but I kept her still. Inch by torturous inch, the huge machine made its way into her sopping insides. She was panting with lust, muttering something incoherent, and finally let her hips move. Then, I freed her hands. She was a mess, unable to do anything but writhe, undulate, moan, and enjoy herself.
I went back to the table, took a packet for myself, and read it aloud: "Since we are now starting with Avengers, you got Thor, I have Iron Man, where technology and passion have thrust to lift you up in the air, sounds kind neat, I have oils in there. Let's try this one, shall we?"
I opened the first oil, and it smelled slightly of jasmine. I rubbed it into my pheromone gland, which was a highly erogenous area. Oh my god, I was drooling from my pussy, and my nipples seemed inches long. But fine, let's move on. Next oil, this one was thicker, scented like a wild meadow, and I dabbed it on my nipples and breasts, which seemed to swell and become so damn sensitive. I swear I almost felt atoms on my skin.
"Phew, this has an affect!"
I was feeling a little playful, so before Mariella had time to react, I took the thicker oil and rubbed it all over her pussylips. She was already soaking wet, but this oil stuck.
"What in god's name did you do to me? Oh my god, I need more, I swear my cunt will talk and plead you."
I hummed, then kissed Mariella suddenly, tasting the oil still on her lips. She was surprised at first, but then she kissed me back greedily, her hands flopping about in her overwhelmed state. She smelled utterly delicious, and I could hear her frantic pulse, see the thick vein in her throat.
My fangs were ready, but first, I needed to "install" my boyfriend. I took the strongest oil, oiled my red and golden crawler, and flopped next to Mariella, saying, "Watch this..."
She turned her head to see the massive machine begin to make its way between my pussylips.
I bit my lips, cursing under my breath, "Oh, fucking yeah."
This was something else, pure pleasure, sensations bordering on pain. It made me sweat; the pleasure was so overwhelming. I gasped and decided to take it further. I straddled Mariella, my crawler deep inside me, and ground my pussy against her. We writhed, moaning, kissing, our lips burning with passion.
My vampire side was starting to discover her lust. It had taken a long time for Wulfe to bring it out, but it was happening. That vein in her neck was overwhelmingly tempting; I had to have her blood. But as my dark pleasure overwhelmed me, I didn't realize Wulfe had set an alarm in my mind, warning him that I was up to no good, and he walked into the room. I didn't even notice the door opening, focused as I was.
Then, Wulfe's presence overwhelmed me, the pleasure and other sensations running through my body. My target, and now my surprise, caused me to change gears. I sank my teeth into her shoulder, draining my darkest gunk, my emotional rot, into her. She gasped and arched, pleasure almost overwhelming her too, but before Wulfe could separate us, she gestured for him to stay away. Her hands caressed my bony back, and I wasn't sure what she was saying as she pressed my head tighter into her shoulder.
Mariella said to Wulfe, "Please, let her. This is damn good shit, oh my gosh. Not even you can give me this." She paused, then added, "Can you help it flow? She is starting to limit it, and I think this might help her. She is strong, so damn strong."
Wulfe walked next to Mariella and said, "Fine. I'll let it flow, for now, but I must make sure you, my little bitch, are not too overwhelmed. I see you need some serious handling."
He began to undress, revealing a more muscular body. A distinct sense of power rolled from him, making Mariella oh so ready. She was so damn sure she could take this and then some more. Once naked, Wulfe came next to Mariella and helped Mimi off of her. Mimi's teeth were tightly embedded in Mariella's shoulder. Wulfe delved into Mimi's mind, telling her to keep feeling, just let it out.
He then said to Mariella, "This is just the tip of tip of the iceberg of what she is giving to you, and you can feel what stuff it is. So take your time. I'll let her drain a bit more, and then she should rest. This kind of thing overwhelms her sometimes. And you should remember, if I hadn't come, she would have made you her meal, and as you might understand, she is not feeding very nicely."
Mariella nodded. Tank after tank, thick, heavy gunk filled her mind. She could sense enormous power residing within, and now she understood why her white power was taken out so much – so she would have the motivation to make some more. Oh boy, did she have the medium to extract it.
Of course, she was feeling kind of smug as she could just see Damon's expression when he would learn about this stuff. Sure, there was loot for him too, but for now, the pleasure of feeling helping someone give this much nasty stuff made her soul sing in the way it was supposed to.
After an hour, Wulfe allowed Mimi to drain her gunk, offering a bit of assistance. Mimi then slumped, passing out. Wulfe carried her away, cleaned her, and teleported her to a room to sleep after removing the crawler earlier.
Now, it was time to show Mariella how vampires do it, a situation where Mariella would be completely helpless and pleasure would be entirely his. It would be perfect, but first, some preparation was needed. Wulfe had a plan that extended beyond Mariella and included the two lazy Salvatore brothers, and he intended to stir things up for the pack.
Unbeknownst to Wulfe, Mimi had subtly planted the idea via the hive before her excursion, before the sauna. Mimi, skilled as she was, had caused these ideas to bloom in Wulfe's mind. While there was nothing inherently wrong with them, they were still a product of Mimi's manipulation.
Mimi had conceived of a goal, and Wulfe, after their passionate time together in bed, was the perfect conduit for her subtle suggestions. Mimi had meticulously planned everything, guided by certain facts that informed her decisions. This was just another demonstration of her power and willingness to sacrifice for her pack, her hive, and her babies. Her ultimate goal was motherhood, and it was the driving force behind her plan.