34.

I awoke after two days of sleep, my body feeling heavy and sluggish. As I stretched, a wave of frustration washed over me, causing me to let out a long, exasperated curse. It seemed that my teleportation abilities had drained my willpower, just as my efforts to control heat had. I was in pre-heat.

A voice echoed in my mind, belonging to Damon. "Well done, Mimi. Teleportation comes at a price, and it seems you've paid it dearly. I wonder what else I've made you do to drain your power. It must have left you depleted for quite some time. That was quite a beautiful show of power. You will be worthy prey once I get my hands on you. Oh, baby, I shall enjoy it so much. "

Damon's voice oozed with satisfaction. I had used up all my power, and now I needed to replenish it, but I did not know how to gauge my power or where it lived within me.

Outside, the ranch was surrounded by a sturdy electric fence, with Damon occasionally visible on the other side. Suddenly, he vanished, seamlessly blending into the shadows. The realization struck me - that's how he always hides. Damon has the uncanny ability to conceal himself within the darkness. Curiosity piqued, I inquired about it with Dresden, but he remained tight-lipped, only advising me to avoid areas with excessive shadows. The atmosphere now felt like a scene from a horror movie, with my impending heat drawing near. Shadows would not be a good thing to have. 

Driven by instinct, I began marking my territory, calling out to potential mates. When Damon was away from the fence, I roamed the yard, leaving my scent near its boundary. Strangely, my heat seemed to convince me that Damon would want to ease my discomfort. Absurd, I thought. My heat was crazy.

Seeking guidance, I reached out to Samuel, who responded, "If you can go without a man for 3 or 4 days without triggering your heat, it should naturally subside. But it seems you're far from comfortable. A bath might provide some relief. As for medication, I'm unsure, but you do experience pains and cramps. Your desire is so intense, it becomes painful."

Resigned to my fate, I accepted the suffering that awaited me. Three days may not be three weeks, but I had endured it before and could endure it again. Glancing out the window, I noticed Damon walking along the fence, even marking his territory just as I had done. He seemed to come dangerously close to my markings. Feeling a surge of defiance, I released Mimosa, who went to confront Damon, marking herself and asserting that we didn't need a man to end our heat. No way.

My second day of lust was, and it was absolutely horrible. I was hurting almost all the time. I was super horny, but somehow having a willing man around made the pain pretty damn bad. Self-care didn't really help.

When Damien caught a whiff of Mimi's enticing scent, it tingled his body. The intensity of his desire was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. First time in his existence he really wanted to fuck. He has never had this sensation, this need. As Mimi marked her territory, the need only grew stronger. Even Mimosa's marking didn't ease the arousal.

Damien could feel their inner wolf, Smoke, reacting to the female's heat, adding to his discomfort. It became increasingly difficult for him to focus on his intended prey. He attempted to relieve himself, wank clumsily, but his mounting pressure only worsened matters.

He also realized by the pain in his lower right abdomen that his bump bag was full. Or Damon's bag, anyway. He knew that there was little hope to get that emptied as it belonged to damon. But need throbbing in his balls, and his cock, he wanted to relief, a release.

A decision had to be made. If he allowed Damon to take control, the chase would end, and the rush from Mimi's heat would consume him entirely. They would have sex holidays, which would weaken his hold on Damon and might make him go back to sleep. However, he could also use this energy to assist Mimi if she agreed to do so. The thought of Mimi's pussy's tight grip around his throbbing member intensified the ache in his loins, causing him to groan involuntarily. His erection remained painfully rigid, hypersensitive to any touch.

The thought he was plunging into a tight, wet cunt repeatedly was all he could think about. Although he was not capable of true empathy, he could now understand a little why Damon was fucking machine. This need was something else. Suddenly, the scent of Mimi's blood filled the air, alerting him to Damon's bloodlust. Again, something he had never experienced. But if he could get Mimi in this plan, he would be in control all the time, not Damon, and get to experience sex. He could only hope that his plan would succeed.

Damon's voice echoed in my mind, struggling with the same internal battle. "Baby, what if we call a truce during your heat? I'll satisfy your needs, and then we can reassess afterward."

I chuckled and replied, "First, you must release Adam before I even entertain your proposal. Then, you promise not to ambush me once the heat subsides and, instead, exit through the opposite side of the fence while I remain in the safety of the house. Let's start with these conditions. Damon, I know you keep your promises. I can endure a few more days if you can't commit."

Damon fell silent, pondering my conditions, before finally conceding, "Fine. You'll have proof within an hour that Adam has been set free. We'll discuss further then."

Evidently, the allure of my heat was overpowering, as Damon seemed eager to comply with my demands. I received a video in my email, showing Adam's release.

Hours later, I called Adam to confirm, and he confirmed, "Yeah, I'm out in Chicago. Samuel is taking care of me. Stabber had been relentless, and I wasn't healing anymore. But how does Damon traverse between Australia and America so swiftly?"

I shared my shadow theory and my lust with Adam, but he was visibly displeased. I reassured him I would be cautious and only trust Damon with my heat treatment. The intensity of my craving for sex was overwhelming, and even a bath provided little relief. My mood was unsettled, and the mere thought of Damon's presence caused a painful surge in my pussy and uterus. This was something else. I never had this acute need for sex.

After some time, Damon's voice echoed in my mind, "Adam is now free and receiving treatment. I promise to depart once your desires are satiated, allowing you to remain in the house. What else must I pledge?"

Contemplating his offer, I replied, "Promise me you won't harm me intentionally within these walls. Your sole focus will be to tend to my heat and nothing else."

Damon sighed wearily and agreed. "I promise not to cause you harm in this house. I am solely here to satisfy your lust."

I agreed, saying, "Very well, then. Follow me, and I'll open the gate."

Damon entered as I swung the gate open and immediately began sniffing me. He seized my hand and led me into the bedroom. We shed our clothes, fueled by a fervent desire. My wild impulses took over, and I forcefully pushed Damon onto the bed. Straddling him, I impaled myself on his erect member. It was sizeable, though I had experienced larger. But this was what I needed. Cock in my pussy. His hands grabbed my hips, but I was in the lead, riding him. He was just the cock that I used. His hands didn't touch my body. He was just gripping my hips. 

I rode him with unbridled enthusiasm while he lay beneath me, allowing me complete control. He did not try to tame my wild cat side, which was on full display. Damon's skin glistened with oiliness in certain areas, emanating a scent reminiscent of a wet dog and an ashtray.

From this odor, I could discern his bloodlust, prompting me to lean closer, offering him a taste of my blood. He drank greedily and clumsily as if he had not fed in quite some time. However, my insatiable lust clouded my judgment, leaving little room for rational thought. There were warning signs, but I was not seeing them.

During my five-week rush, the wildcat had complete control over Salvatore. Damon, always by my side, was under my spell. My vampire side was in full force - my hair gleamed white, my eyes were pitch black, and my nails were long and black, poison nails. I used my nails on him to scratch deep wounds on his chest, making him shudder from the pain. He looked at me like a scientist who would want to study me. But I was in heat, and that was all in my mind. 

There were moments when I drained Damon completely, causing him to pass out. But before he woke up, I would entertain myself with his cock, indulging in pleasure while he lay unconscious. Damon insisted on only fucking on a bed, revealing his limited adventurousness, but it sufficed for my heated desires. The only concern that nagged me was whether I would conceive, as Damon provided no contraceptive measures.

It was as if he had transformed into a different man - a stranger. Although he physically resembled Damon, his manner of speaking had changed. He seemed less civilized, almost uneducated, and as if he had not been exposed to too much of the world. But we all have different sides, right? Perhaps this side of Damon had not been prevalent before, but it was present now, explaining his peculiar behavior. He regarded me as a mere piece of meat. He was devoid of emotions.

But all I craved was the pleasure of his dick inside my pussy, the release and warmth it brought. One orgasm after another, all self-induced, as Damon had become a mere tool. I had hoped to make him feel enough to regain his switch, but it was futile. He was too old, too detached to feel as deeply as I did.

And any time, I did not think that it would have been an excellent idea for Adam to come here, ready to capture Damon after the heat. It was not in my mind. He made sure of that and somehow made Adam not think about that idea, too. 

When my heat subsided, I promptly dismissed Salvatore and restored the electric fence. Satisfied with my actions, I confided in Adam, recounting my exploits during the rush.

Adam's words struck a chord. "Was Damon ever alone? Is it possible he was scheming something behind your back?"

Doubt crept in, and I realized Damon had been sometimes absent. While I blissfully lay in bed, he had wandered off. Though I doubted his involvement in security matters, changing them isn't so easy. I believed I would remain safe in my current surroundings.

I said, "Well, he walked around when I took a break. You see, I was in control all the time. My wildcat side was enjoying herself, but I didn't make him feel enough to get his switch back on."

Adam grunted and said, "Damon is an old creature who has had women by thousands. Many women have tortured him for a long time, too, so Wildcat is pretty lame for him. Normally, he doesn't like you showing your dominance, but that is not enough for him to feel enough. According to Dresden, to make Damon throw the switch back on would require intensive pain and torture. Not passion. I am sorry honey, it is just how it is."

I replied, "I understand. Well, I'll be in touch. Let's see what comes next."

Adam ended the call, and I sat by the bed. Let's see what comes next.