25. Smooth Criminal.

 The first sensation that pulled me from my deep, wonderful sleep was the sense of someone touching me. Someone was stroking me, and I was really sleepy. I could feel sleep being there, just to my reach, but whoever this was, kept touching me, so sleep faded further and I was waking up more. Then I reeled wearily at what had happened. I could feel a drug haze in my mind and I realized that a warm bump had been laced with sedatives.

Fine, so I was drugged once again. As my mind woke up, I could smell passionfruit near me. This stroker was Damon. I recognized it. I opened my eyes tiredly and looked at my husband, who was looking at me again.

He said, "Welcome back, baby. Medbay is sealed. No one will hear a word we say. Do you understand? Now, I have used magic to put my scent on your pheromone gland, and I wish you would let it stay there for now. I will not develop any therapy to get your body to accept the other DNA into itself, because I know what you went through, and how Damien smelled you all over again. That's why I don't insist and won't develop one. Because my DNA won't stay in you if you don't want it to, no matter what I do."

His voice was calm, but there was a subtle understanding in it. Even some part of him did not like the idea of me not smelling like him.

"You're fine now, with no major deficiencies, but how on earth did you get so many enzymes? I recovered eight good-sized units, and now I don't understand how at all. You are still buzzing with enzymes. Can you tell me yourself? What new things have you done or eaten? Is there any chance for you to get involved with Platinum at some point? I am not mad, you can tell me. "

I was slow and said, "No platinum. I can't say anything specific, but I have eaten a lot of different fish and tasted snakes. They actually taste like chicken. I have cooked a lot of snakes in different ways, in the oven, deep-fried them, and made balls from ground-up meat. Stuffed them. made stakes from bigger snakes."

Damon looked at me for a moment and said, " Fine, there are your clothes. Get dressed, and you can make us a snake meal. I want to see if there's any enzyme food. If there is, then that dish is forbidden, except when necessary because I want the potency to be maintained. "

He helped me to sit or tried to and then he said, "I know things aren't good between us, and it may be that things aren't getting better yet. But remember, eternity is a long time, and even you can't hold a grudge over centuries." He was smirking, trying to joke, I see. I was still pretty doped up, trying to get my mind awake.

I said, "And I've now learned about garlic. It's pretty good in a lot of foods. I have used it extensively, too."

Damon handed me some clothes. I dressed myself. I had slept for six hours. Well, at least I had a nap. I felt like I could sleep another six if he would not awaken me. Damon watched me for a while as I felt how the puppies were doing. I frowned, as I could barely feel them moving. 

He said, "Not to worry. That stuff will affect the puppies for a while; they had to be sedated, or they would have eaten you alive again."

I nodded, stood up, and stretched. And Damon teleported us to the kitchen.

He said, " Now take the snake, and we'll see if that's the cause."

I went to the fridge and had a boa in garlic sauce and some more anaconda steaks with the garlic sauce mixture. I took my bowl of tiny snakes that I had deep-fried and munched a few of them. Damon looked at me as I took two snakes and ate them. They were just perfect. I had used garlic power in my panko flour mix as well.

I reheated both dishes, and my small snack snakes too, and Mariella was drooling over them. Mariella took one of the small snakes and tasted it. She soon ate it up. Damon Took the food in front of him first and tasted it. He took a bite of anaconda and his expression was thoughtful, but he soon took a bigger bite. It was tasty. He reached over and took several of my small snakes, too. He took the bowl in front of him, stopping me from getting it.

Mariella said, " Oh wow, Damon, that's the perfect food for you. Mimi remembers something about your requirements. Those small snakes are just power food for you. That's just perfect. Are they good for Mimi, though?"

Damon handed a piece to Mariella, who ate eagerly. He said, "Mimi needs more fat in her diet. This crispy outside is pretty good despite that. These are a little too light for her to eat all the time." 

Soon, Shadow came buzzing over to them and sniffed their enzyme spot. She was all excited and wagged her tail. She smelled my spot too, and she was thrilled. I could feel this pleasant warmth that I had associated with garlic spreading inside me, even though I had not eaten that many small snakes. 

Mariella said, " Ooh wow, I can feel my enzymes really buzzing. This is damn good food for enzymes, but what part is it?. Is it garlic or snake or what?"

Damon thought for a moment and said, " Both. Garlic, and snake. I could say that if somewhere in between you need to get a real boost to the enzymes, then garlic extract directly into the liver might work and wouldn't be as harmful as platinum. So Mimi, no garlic and no snake. Now, I'm going to put all the enzyme meals away. Good find, baby, superb. "

I thought to myself, feeling a sense of resignation. Damon had taken my beloved snack snakes and cleared out the fridge, hiding them away with some kind of magical trickery that made them unreachable to me. In their place, he presented me with a cart filled with smoothies and other suitable food options.

I obediently began eating the food that Damon had placed in front of me, but for some inexplicable reason, I had no desire for the smoothies and chose not to drink them. Despite Damon's insistence, he placed several smoothies in front of me, yet my focus remained solely on emptying my plate.

As I continued eating, Damon's gaze bore into me, his voice carrying a stern tone as he said, "Go ahead and drink the smoothies first, baby. Or I have to..."

His serious demeanor caught the attention of Mariella, causing her to glance at me. Number two, a smirking figure, observed the situation. The table became occupied by yet another thick hose, a tool that I had become intimately familiar with. Damon would mercilessly insert it into my nose when I resisted eating, forcefully pureeing my food and stuffing it into my stomach through the tube.

This had occurred multiple times, even before Mariella arrived. The hose was undeniably thick, and Damon showed no mercy when he was in such a mood. Having endured this ordeal numerous times, I knew I was defeated.

Reluctantly, I sipped the smoothies, although they were not what I truly desired. I yearned for cream puffs and strawberry cake, my mouth watering at the thought. I consoled myself with the notion that in a few hours, my stomach would be empty, and I could indulge in the sweet treats I had hidden away.

A few salmiac candies remained stashed, and the mere anticipation of their taste brought me joy. I knew that once my stomach had settled, those treats would become my entire world. 

Yeah, that's how I do it. I watched Damon and Mariella exchange glances, their eyes locked in a silent conversation, as I savored the last bite of my meal. Memories flooded my mind - was this how I used to gaze at Damon? I hadn't realized the depth of those feelings back then. A sense of longing stirred deep within my soul, but I buried it, suppressing it with all my might. This was not meant for me.

They suddenly vanished, teleporting away, leaving me alone. I ascended three flights of stairs, each step echoing softly against the walls. A hidden passage revealed itself, beckoning me forward. It was time for me to retreat to my sanctuary, my secret hiding place where I could be alone, just as I should be - a lone wolf, seeking solace in solitude.

As I approached my destination, my puppies - now growing bigger - romped playfully in the distance, guided by the watchful care of Mimosa and Shadow. But my focus was elsewhere, searching for a specific bedroom. And there it was, a sight to behold. The room exuded elegance, adorned with silk carpets imported all the way from India. Luxurious satin curtains cascaded gracefully, framing the windows with a touch of opulence.

This was my lair, my sanctuary. Here, I could immerse myself in contemplation, organizing the chaos within my mind. It was a constant struggle to feign composure, to suppress the raging hormones that threatened to consume me. But it was necessary, for the world demanded it of me. I was the ice queen, forever in control, unaffected by the tumultuous sea of emotions that churned within. I had the pretender skill that allowed me to appear cold and distant in front of the pack, and it was part of me being an alpha female. Never show your weakness. Not to anyone.

Standing at the threshold of my room, I paused, taking in the tranquil ambiance that enveloped me. The air held a hint of serenity, mingling with the faint scent of exotic spices that lingered from a distant memory. The room reflected my essence, a reflection of who I truly was. Peach-colored curtains swayed gently, while multicolored rugs adorned the floor, their fine silk threads caressing my feet with each step.

These rugs, carefully acquired from India, held stories of their own. Some were aged, their intricate designs telling tales of time gone by. Yet, I believed they were meant to be cherished, meant to be used. And so I placed them underfoot, allowing their beauty to be appreciated. I was not one of those who put old rugs on walls or in storage just because they are old and someone might pay a lot of money for them. The same went for a lot of my decorations. I had my paintings and statues in my houses, not somewhere vault but as to be looked at. Reddington had given me a lot of art and I had put it up. Not sure what the pack leader would say about that though, but I don't care.

The bedspread, a soft leopard print fur blanket, added a touch of wildness to the room. Silk pillowcases, adorned with delicate animal prints, invited me to rest my weary head. The bed itself, draped in silk sheets, boasted duvet covers that mirrored the colors of a breathtaking sunset. Shades of purple blended seamlessly with hints of pink and gold, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of hues. This silk, this fabric of utmost luxury, was not just any cheap imitation. It was the finest, the epitome of opulence that I had meticulously sought.

And the bed, oh the bed! It was a marvel of modern technology. A water gel mattress, equipped with a motor, embraced me like a soft cloud, cradling my body in its comforting embrace. It possessed the ability to massage, mimicking the touch of the most skilled masseur. Its intuitive nature allowed it to adapt to my every movement, ensuring that each massage was tailored to my needs.

As I sank into the embrace of this extraordinary bed, I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me. Here, in this haven of silk and serenity, I could find solace. It was in this room, with its sensory delights, that I could finally find respite from the demands of the world outside.

Then there was a big fucking TV embedded in the wall, and it slid out beautifully then from the control panel. It was perfect to see movies or TV series and I had quite a few of those too which I liked and loved time after time. I needed to take things easy and enjoy my life as a pregnant woman or pregnant alpha female with a huge litter of cubs inside her and getting more and more pregnant by the day. 

I had been secluded in my dimly lit room for several hours, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm ambiance. The door creaked open, breaking the silence, and Charles appeared before me. His unexpected entrance took aback me, but his kind smile reassured me as he approached my side.

His voice filled the room. "Damon is unaware of this sanctuary, my dear. I care deeply for you, and for the next week, you must refrain from indulging in those tempting candies—salmiac and licorice, as they will raise your blood pressure, and that is something we must avoid."

He reached out and gently took hold of my stash of treats, his hands teleporting them away. One week remained, and I had no qualms about complying. Charles was not only attentive to my every need, but also assertive enough to keep me on track.

The last week of pregnancy proved to be the most challenging. It was during this late stage that my growing puppies experienced a significant growth spurt. Thankfully, I had the luxury of reclining in bed, savoring liquid nourishment. My life had become a haven of tranquility, with the days passing effortlessly.

I was meticulously fed and cared for with the utmost excellence. Fortunately, being a non-energy creature, my desires were not as wild as wolves or Mariella. My expanding size made it nearly impossible to fathom engaging in various sexual positions. But in moments of contentment, I found solace in Charles' embrace as we indulged in watching Grey's Anatomy.

He proved to be inventive enough to keep our intimate moments alive, albeit at a leisurely pace. There were times when fatigue overwhelmed me, and it was during these moments that Charles understood the need for energy transfers. My vitality was restored, as my cubs were draining my energy reserves.

We didn't have to engage in amorous activities constantly; meaning we did not fuck all the time. Charles attentively observed my needs, knowing precisely when it was time for me to be attended to. He was very careful with me as I was so full of cubs and he did not want the same thing to happen that my uterus would rupture, so my life was very peaceful and he was with me almost all the time. 

Damon had already performed a procedure on Mariella two days prior, leaving me with only two days remaining. Charles informed me that Mariella, too, eagerly awaited new additions, which were scheduled for two weeks later. I chuckled at the thought. It appeared that the princess was not as well-behaved as she claimed. Somewhere along the way, Mariella had engaged in breeding.

Charles diligently brought a concoction of nourishing sustenance for me, and it was quite exotic to consume liquidized meat. The richness of the fatty meat went down smoothly, causing no discomfort. There was no issue with that. I had taken measures to ensure our privacy, keeping the Salvatores at bay. I had not divulged this to Charles, though. It was a small secret of mine, a mere pheromone I had let slip, nothing extraordinary about it. It was not my cats; it was me and my need to be with Charles. 

Mariella was overjoyed as she watched her puppies and cubs. All 579 of them were a sight to behold, their small size and closed eyes making them even more endearing. As Mariella tended to her adorable bundles, she noticed something peculiar. Damon, who had been previously occupied with his females, now only had eyes for her and the pups. She knew Damon had operated on her early, but still, this was not natural.

It was both overwhelming and comforting to have him and number two as well, constantly by her side. Mariella couldn't help but wonder if there was a lingering pheromone in the air, influencing their behavior. Perhaps it was the doing of a cunning young alpha female who had taken Charles Cornick for herself. This thought infuriated Mariella, as it felt unfair for someone else to have Charles all to herself. She longed for the comfort and protection he had provided when she was sick.

Fueled by her hormones and jealousy, Mariella decided to test her theory. She sealed the room and performed the same spell she had used before to eliminate nesting pheromones. She needed to prove that Mimi was behind this and put her in her rightful place. It took a couple of hours for the Damons to return to normal, confirming Mariella's suspicions that a pheromone had been released, likely by Mimi. Now, the question remained: what punishment would befit Mimi for her actions?

Now, as Mimi prepared for surgery, the sterile scent of the operating room filled the air. Mariella anxiously contemplated if Damon would choose to breed Mimi again in four weeks, despite Mimosa not yet having a litter. The anticipation lingered, knowing the prolonged wait between litters.

Shadow, having engaged in multiple power breedings, was expected to continue producing offspring. However, frustration arose when Damon failed to properly mate with Mimi in her feline form. The alpha side of Mimi must have reveled in this.

Mariella vividly remembered the humiliation of being dominated by a male, feeling the immense size and hardness of his spiky cock penetrating her, opening her womb for breeding. The intensity of the moment, the heat spreading within her, and the sensation of being impregnated lingered in her thoughts.

The initial humiliation quickly transformed into a captivating fantasy, with Mimi now being the one under Damon's control. It was essential for Mariella's feline community that the alpha female be bred once again, ensuring Damon's energy was used to grow embryos for Mimi's weekly births.

The idea fascinated Mariella, prompting her to share it with the Damons. Number one enthusiastically supported the plan, but they needed to address the issue of pheromones and separate Mimi from Charles. With Mimi's imminent surgery approaching, preparations had to be made.

Following the procedure, the alpha male would arrive for a tour, ready to impregnate Mimi fully and render her helplessly bred for an extended period. But first, they needed to locate Mimi's secret hiding place, which Charles knew.

Damon skillfully seduced Charles, extracting the information about Mimi's whereabouts and revealing the luxurious room adorned with silk rugs. The knowledge excited Damon, igniting his desire even further.

I was still lying in bed, and Charles was helping Shadow with the puppies when Mariella came into the room. She looked at me for a moment and came to sit next to me in the chair.

She said, "Again your little hideout is revealed, well Charles was kind enough to tell damon about your whereabouts. You breed well when a sweetheart puts you in your place, I see, but he's not impressed with your pheromone. I know it was your pheromone, and you may have even knowingly let it loose, but I've cleaned it out of the house and given the men a counter pheromone, so it doesn't affect them anymore. "

Her voice was smug, and she looked at my room with a tinge of jealousy in her gaze. "You're due for surgery soon, and Damon will operate on you. We'll see how many puppies you'll make. You never know if your alpha male is going to breed you again when you're so fertile. And what the punishment is for that pheromone, I don't know that either."

Mariella got up and walked away. Oh, how nice! Fine, we'll go with the flow. I won't fight back. It will be what it will be, but somehow I knew I was quite damn full of cubs and it very well may be that this would be the end of my breeding. No matter how much Damon would want to breed me.