12. I Still Haven't Found What I am Looking for.

After two long weeks had passed, Damon sighed and said, "Maybe now you've learned your lesson? Next time, it could be even longer, maybe an entire month. I've cleansed your mind, so no more nightmares. You can finally sleep peacefully. I fed you my blood, calming your vampire side, and we've exhausted each other. You were quite a handful, my dear. But don't worry, all of us Salvatores are now in your mind, so if you start having nightmares again, one of us will notice."

I nodded wearily as Damon gently untangled himself from me and lifted me up. I was too drained to engage in any conversation at the moment. I could feel the presence of the others in my mind, and I knew I had experienced horrifying nightmares. I vaguely remembered poisoning Damon while I was drugged and trapped in the midst of a nightmare. He had cleansed himself with energy, not me. All I wanted now was a soothing shower, but first, I needed to regain control of my weak legs.

Damon walked away, taking a moment to put on his clothes, before heading straight to Mariella. He made number two and three joined forces with Adam and Charles to deal with the wolves. I couldn't help but wonder about his seemingly insatiable libido. Mariella was his first, but for the past two weeks, he had taken me passionately, thrusting into me repeatedly, his roars of pleasure filling the air. He had also put me to show him how to indulge in his blood as naughtily as I could, and yet, he still had the energy to continue. 

I got into the bath, and it was lovely. There was a heated tub, and I was in good shape. My hips still ached slightly, and my hands were getting used to being free. My pussy was enjoying not having to be in a constant state of perpetual fullness, and my cervix was going close. I was in the bath forever and it felt perfect. My body was tired, and it took time for me to get myself moving and not just laze around in warm water.

I knew that I had been drugged and lost in a haze. I could vaguely remember the prick of the injection, the soft murmur of his voice lulling me to sleep, and a gradual sense of safety enveloping me. My mind was a jumble, but amidst the confusion, I felt a newfound clarity. The restlessness that plagued me had dissipated, just like when Charles used to hold me as I drifted off to sleep.

It seemed like a lot of effort had gone into clearing my mind. At least now, the immediate need for physical intimacy had vanished. The bath refreshed me, and as I dressed, I placed Elena around my neck, taking her with me to the dining area. Over our meal, I recounted the events of the past two weeks to Elena. She was taken aback to learn that Damon had not been as physically intimate with her during that time, leading me to suspect it was mostly Damien's doing. However, I couldn't be entirely certain, so I kept that to myself.

Elena listened in astonishment as I described how Damon had cleansed my mind, shared his blood with me, and even discovered my hidden blood stash. In turn, Elena shared her experience of being interrogated by Mariella, expressing her apologies. I reassured her that there was no need for apologies, as Mariella was skilled in her ability to extract information from others. However, I noted that she hadn't been able to crack me easily; I was a tough nut to crack when it came to divulging secrets.

I started cooking, and again, I snatched some of the most amusing meats from the Moldovan fridge. I wanted to make novelties. I heated the ovens and seasoned the meats. Elena had loved the Moldovan castle, and she wanted someday would get the body to herself to live there. I told her things about it. What I had there, little secrets. After we returned and got those meats ready, Then I headed out to see what berries were available.

I started gathering everything up and into different containers, teleporting them inside. My willpower was down 30%, my vampire side was also down to a third of what it had been. I knew it takes time to strengthen a vampire, and my vampire side wouldn't have even been that strong if it weren't for that European fight. he had drunk so much of my blood, weakened my vampire side, but I had my ways to get it stronger if needed.

My alpha power was messed up with Damon's power, and even that had been drained down to 30%, but I knew I could always boost it with time. Alpha power would be the fastest one to grow back, as Damon had not taken the core. He had kind of skimmed it. And he had not gotten into my chaos. The mind is like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it gets.

Then I decided to have another go at cleansing my alpha power once I'd cooked up my time. There wasn't much of Damon's power, but as my power hadn't been anywhere near pure, it got a bit more muddy. I had no idea did my nightmares muddled up my alpha power too. I knew I had one thing and lots of it, and that was embryos. There had been a lot of them in those two weeks.

Somehow, Damon's tongue secretion caused my eggs to break free and mature at a record pace. But it's good to have a stockpile. Everyone was fucking, so I didn't think a wedding was going to happen anytime soon. But it takes a lot of planning and invitations and stuff. It was important to have stockpiles of embryos. Well, first they could do pretty amazing stuff like eat those shells and then when we give birth, we actually give these embryos to female cubs, inside them, one million per cub, so I need a good stock of them every time I breed. 

I got on with the cooking after I'd picked a considerable amount of berries and fruit from outside and chatted to Elena about cooking and all the things I always do. I kind of taught her just by passing to cook and make different dishes. I had never taught Mariella or wolves. I had been in my time a lot of different places in PR gigs and even in very fine dining restaurants, chocolatiers, and the best chefs in the world had taught me a thing or two and I had now student to teach too. 

Elena asked, " Aren't you lonely? You have an entire pack, and they just fuck when they could, even with you cooking. They don't really care about you, do they?"

I laughed and said, " Well, they are lust creatures and I am not lonely. I have learned over the years to be by myself, and it is almost a pleasure for me. Now if the salvatores came into the kitchen, I would get nothing done, as they would take everything away from me. That is the specialty of number one and mariella. Mariella is often the one who gives the ideas. She gets jealous or whatnot and makes Damon act. Besides, it has been like two or three days since he let me loose. I have had my share of my husband and his magnificent body for a while. But I have few things to do with Adam and Charles, though, secrets and I won't tell you, just because I don't want it to end up in Salvatore's ears."

I continued cooking for another day, the aroma of sizzling ingredients filling the air. Moving on to desserts, I gathered five large steamers brimming with plump berries, their vibrant colors a feast for the eyes. With the help of a juicer, I transformed the berries into refreshing juices, the sound of the machine whirring and the splashing of liquid filling the kitchen. Throughout the process, I shared my culinary knowledge with Elena, imparting little tips I had learned over time, secrets I hadn't even shared with Damon. 

As I was about to check if any juice had been extracted from the steamers, Mariella's voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts. A sense of frustration washed over me, knowing that I would now have to deal with the pack. However, to my surprise, only Mariella and Damon entered the kitchen. Their expressions remained neutral, but I caught a flicker of curiosity in Damon's eyes. It seemed that Mariella wanted to witness this culinary endeavor.

Damon walked over, joining Mariella near the juices, and she exclaimed, "Oh, wow, Mimi, what kind of juices are you making? Are you only teaching Elena again and neglecting me, your future wife? Once we're married, I expect to be your star pupil." 

Smiling, I replied, "I'm in the process of making some juices, and I've already made a few batches. However, I haven't bottled any yet. Cooking with Elena has been enjoyable, and I've been able to share some of my knowledge. Turns out, I'm quite a decent teacher. I've incorporated what I learned in medical school - see one, do one, teach one. I've cooked various dishes and even tasted them myself."

Damon's eyes sparked with a hint of emotion while Mariella approached the different squeezed juices, her curiosity clear. They seemed to engage in a silent conversation, their minds speaking volumes. I knew I would soon have to face their inquiries. As I passed by, I couldn't resist snatching a handful of ice-cold fruit pieces from my bowl, ready to indulge in their refreshing flavors.

Mariella approached me, plucking a piece of fruit from the bowl, and commented, "What's with this bowl of fruit pieces? You always have it here. Hmm, these are super yummy. No wonder you keep eating them."

I explained to her, "Actually, it was Charles's idea. My blood sugar tends to drop, as you may or may not know, due to my pancreas being less than ideal. Caffeine helps, but fruit pieces are even better. When I eat them sporadically, my blood sugar levels remain stable, and I avoid fainting episodes."

Softly, Damon interjected, "As your doctor, I wasn't aware that Cornick had been focusing on your blood sugars and fainting. Since when?"

I said, my voice filled with exhaustion, "Since like forever, before Mariella, but Charles doesn't write everything to my records as he finds solutions, so no need to write them down."

The sound of frustration laced my words. I carried on with my explanation.

"Charles had grown tired of the situation, and I couldn't blame him. He discovered me collapsed on the floor multiple times, my body weakened from work and concentration. Sometimes, even with hunger, I would feel faint, leading me to nibble on various fruits. These are all Charles's chosen fruits, the ones that prevented my blood sugar from dropping."

Mariella glanced at Damon, concern etching her face, and in her mind, she whispered to him, "This young lady needs to organize her thoughts. I can't believe she hasn't shared these things with us. My love, perhaps you can find a better solution. She has an assortment of melons, forest blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, cherries, and even plums, but no citruses. She might encounter digestive issues. You should show her who's in charge here."

Damon remained silent, contemplating the situation. He saw an opportunity for a little amusement, a unique form of therapy. Mimi was in good shape, and he needed to release some tension, not to lecture her but to have some playful fun.

He addressed Mariella, "Alright, darling, let's assist her. And then, my love, you'll witness something before we address her alpha power. Maybe it will even help her. I know it will help me."

Mariella fell silent, puzzled by Damon's cryptic words. However, she sensed a shift in him, making him dangerously intriguing.

In the midst of it all, I had a spread of black currants, cherries, white currants, green currants, and a mixed juice concoction with grapes, pear, apple, lemons, and gooseberries steaming on the table. The aroma of the fruits filled the air, promising a delightful taste.

As I reached for a few more pieces to eat, I felt Damon's presence behind me. Before I could react, he snatched the fruit from my hand and devoured it.

His voice dripped with desire, and dominance as he spoke. "We've been apart for three days now, and yet you still crave me, don't you? You long to feel my cock inside your pussy again, don't you?"

His words sent shivers down my spine, and the sensation of loss mingled with desire.

Damon declared, "No more munching on these fruits. I'll come up with a better solution. Now that I'm aware of this problem, the easiest way would be a pancreas transplant. Probably I will give you mine since we are each other's biological half. How about it, baby? Do you want to return to my embrace?"

I let out a heavy sigh, my frustration evident in my voice. "No, I really don't want to go back," I said, exasperated. "Right now, I'm in the middle of cooking and making juices. My focus is on my culinary creations, not on indulging in lustful desires. I have a functioning brain in my head that's doing the thinking, not my genitals."

I couldn't help but cringe at my own words, realizing how unwise they sounded.

But before I could dwell on it further, Damon pulled me into his arms, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His embrace was tight, and I could feel the hardness of his huge, hard, hot cock pressing against my back.

His voice was filled with a mix of desire, and possessiveness as he spoke. "Don't try to deny it, Mimi. It wasn't always bad between us, not by a long shot. Remember, you're my wife too, and I have certain rights to your body."

As he spoke, his fingers slipped inside my pussy, causing a surge of pleasure. He held me in place, his fingers expertly moving inside me, driving me to intense orgasms not once, but twice. When he withdrew his fingers, he sensually licked them, leaving me weak in the knees and gasping for air.

He guided me to a chair and stabbed into my lungs a flank sedative, and as I sat there, the room seemed to spin, the effects of the flank taking hold. I felt drugged, unable to think clearly, as Damon moved around the room, inspecting every steamer and extracting the juices from them.

If I tried to regain some clarity, he would quickly bring me back into a haze by inserting a new flank into my lungs. It became clear that he was monitoring my state of mind, ensuring that I remained under the influence of the drugs. He rummaged through the fridge, tasting every meal I had prepared, and then Mariella entered the room, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous idea.

"Damon, we need to make everyone their own shelves where everyone's food is. I notice Mimi hasn't always made for herself but for someone else. Mostly to you, as she knows how to feed you. Come on, honey, let's make a system."

I sat there, drugged the whole time. Never was Damon too busy to go and punch a new flank in my lungs with relish. He did, however, alternate sides so that my shirt would have holes in both sides evenly. After all the food I had made was shared among the pack, Damon moved on to the desserts I had made and shared those with Mariella as well. I was almost passing out eventually, more or less because drugs seemed to start to accumulate, slowing me down.

Mariella made smoothies, and Damon gave her a bowl at a time of what came in each, and they were also taken to their destination. Everyone would get smoothies and they would be placed on your shelf quite in front, so they would be the first thing to get.

Eventually, the juices were finished and bottled, though Mariella diluted them into the finished juice and put a concentrate on its own bottle and an energy shield to hide it so we would just drink the diluted juice. I was still pretty drugged up, and Damon came up to me and took me for a flank shot, and we went out for a little flank walk.

Adam, Charles, the wolves, and two other Damons were out too. Mariella was running around and jumping on whoever's backpack and teasing and tormenting for a while, then getting whoever to take herself violently, against whoever and whatever.

Not us. We got flanks in every organ again, and oh, how it boiled every time he went to rub my liver. And the abdominal cavity was also remembered with a little more fair amount, and I wondered to myself, I wonder if this is going to be another flank wedding, if this is even a dress rehearsal for that.

The thought made such a big flank that I was almost legless. I don't know how long we were out. Long enough for my liver to be a little constrained, as he could dig his fingers under my ribs. Then we went inside, and Damon took me into one bedroom and gave me a bigger flank so that everything went black.