19. Do They Know It Is Christmas?

Tim turned to his friend, a tall blonde man who had just walked in upon hearing the crash. "Do they even know it's Christmas? I mean, the actual Christmas day. Or should I say, do they even care?"

Taylor, the blonde one, replied in a dry voice, "No, I don't think they care. They don't have the brain capacity for that right now."

Tim grunted and looked at the couple. They were still naked and entangled among the debris of another broken little table. Despite Damon being the pack leader, Tim took out his phone and snapped a photo. Mimi didn't even seem to notice, too lost in her lustful moans.

Ever since they had tried to arrange those flowers, this chaos had begun. It all started when they entered the flower room and accidentally ended up in that circle that teleported them to a random table in the house. And oh, the fun they had. Not all of the tables could withstand their passion, and the crashing sounds had informed Tim and Taylor of where the alpha couple had ended up.

The others had gone to the bedroom, but not these two. It was quite disturbing at first when they were watching a match on TV and suddenly, a sex-crazed naked and sweaty couple teleported onto a small table between the chairs or in front of the TV. But then again, it got boring really quickly, almost irritating. And they had no shame. Wherever they ended up, it had to be properly sanctified.

So Taylor, Tim, the wizards, and a few others had taken some big TVs and turned them into a TV room, where there were no small tables to cause any disturbances.

But anyway, Tim asked Taylor, "What do you think? How many more tables do they have to sanctify? How long will this craziness go on?"

Taylor shrugged. He had no idea. He was no longer fully human, but something more. Yet he wasn't quite certain if he wanted to be a hybrid. Sure, having a tail was fun, but there were also quite a lot of problems that came with being a hybrid, at least from what he could see. 

The pack was driven by lust, and it served as one of their purposes. The Salvatore pack's purpose was to breed, as carnal as it may sound. However, they had been chosen by powers beyond human understanding to fulfill realms that were inaccessible to humans but only accessible to magic houses.

The pack had been doing this for about a century, and there was still much more to be done. Each new realm they discovered was larger than Earth, and from one realm, witches could find doorways to even more realms, making the process endless.

Sometimes, however, something nasty would find its way into these realms, and they had to be purged before being used. This required new blood, new babies, and cubs. It was the pack's main purpose.

Damon had grown into his role without even realizing it. He had started to recruit more people into his pack, more breeders, and was becoming more efficient in fulfilling their purpose. It was crucial to populate these realms before any evil could enter. This was just one part of the fight between good and evil, two opposing forces in the universe.

God was not solely good, and Lucifer was not entirely evil, but they both had their roles in maintaining balance. These powers influenced humans and everyone else as much as they could, but ultimately, free will ruled above all. Neither God nor Lucifer could interfere with free will.

So, whenever the pack engaged in orgies or experienced heat during the breeding season, it wasn't just mindless sex. There was a reason behind it. A strong sex drive was necessary for procreation, and it happened frequently. Sex was a crucial component for this purpose to be fulfilled.

It would take time for Tim or Taylor to fully understand this, but eventually, they would embrace this lifestyle, too. If humans were to witness how much sex everyone in the pack was having, they would probably label them as a group of sex addicts. However, it was not as simple as that.

It was a concept that humans rarely understood, and it was something that new pack members like Tim, Taylor, and the wizards would have to learn. They were no longer humans, and what was normal for humans no longer applied to them. It wasn't easy to accept that everything they had learned, their morals, values, and much more, would be useless, and the new reality would be completely different.

For example, human laws no longer applied to them, so they didn't need to obey them in every aspect. Of course, they still had to behave in a certain way to be part of society, but not every law needed to be followed.

The harder lesson was that as non-humans, they would encounter the unpleasant side of humans, such as racism and hatred. However, as supernatural beings, they would eventually realize how insignificant human troubles were, and what used to be their biggest worries would seem laughable now.

Dresden and Constantine hadn't really thought about this much, as they had been wizards for centuries or even longer. Technically, they were still humans, but not anymore since joining the pack. Their DNA was starting to change, and this change was imperative and irreversible.

Their DNA would be altered so that each batch of babies or cubs would not be genetically related, but there would be no inbreeding. They had all inherited a part of Damon's DNA, making them partly Salvatores as well, a true family. When it was mentioned, they hadn't really given it much thought.

The mere idea of having babies had filled Dresden with a mix of dread, longing, and painful memories of cradling his six-year-old daughter's lifeless body in his arms. He had tried to suppress these emotions, knowing he couldn't hope to have more children. As the wielder of hellfire, he had always felt that his soul was beyond redemption.

But as he got to know Mimi, her pack, witnessed her journey, and helped her raise her babies and cubs, something stirred inside him. And since he had been given the opportunity to be part of the pack, he had embraced it, thinking that maybe it was his destiny.

And now, mating season was approaching, and the time to reproduce was coming fast. The pack would soon experience the intensity of the mating season, keeping them all occupied and far from being bored. But then again, life was rarely dull. 

 In the wintry castle of Halifax, where love and lust intertwined, both new and old pack members began to realize that it was finally Christmas Day. Even though lust had taken hold once again, they had an abundance of fun and love, and it was time to revel in each other's company and let their souls sing as loudly as possible.

As we carelessly crashed into a small table, shattering it, we continued our passionate encounter while Taylor and Tim dryly commented on our antics.

Amidst catching our breath, I couldn't help but smile and say to Damon, "You know, this is enjoyable, but I can't help wondering if we have to do this in every single house. Or, here's a better idea: let's create a special room, a room with the same kind of spell that teleports us to random spots in the house. From the bathroom to the bedroom, the kitchen–nowhere would be safe from our desires."

Damon laughed and replied, "Just imagine Mariella's expression if we ended up in her potion lab, or the Salvatores' reaction if we appeared in the middle of their kitchen table while they were eating. It's a fantastic idea, baby – a damn good one. We have to do it, maybe just for ourselves, as our secret little adventure."

I giggled and added, "Think about it – a few times, a few intense encounters. I bet they would be highly motivated to ensure we never ended up together. We'd have to keep it a secret, like a real-life Romeo and Juliet."

Damon eagerly continued my train of thought. "Oh, the excuses I could come up with to go somewhere, where you'd be waiting for me. Once we got started, no one could separate us. Just imagine teleporting into the bathroom while someone is using it. And as the pack leader, I could even give the order that we are allowed to do this – no one would have the power to stop us."

I couldn't help but giggle even more. Damn, it would be hilarious. Damon had me on top of him, rolling us around, but he was still inside me.

I moved my hips slightly and said, "Damon, see? I'm ready to continue."

He grunted and replied, "Well, it's Christmas, so I guess this is your Christmas present. Quite a December, I must say."

I smiled at him and said, "You know, now I have to shop for more small tables. I'm not sure if we have enough in storage, but don't worry, I won't just select sturdy ones. It's part of the fun to see what holds and what doesn't."

He grunted, matching my movements with his hips, and suggested, "Or we could order them together. Come up with a whole new way to select them. WTBGTF."

I asked him, "Hmm, fancy abbreviation, but my love, tell me more. What does it stand for?"

Damon smiled and replied, "It stands for Would This Be Good To Fuck?"

I nodded and said, "Sounds reasonable. We're not looking for ones that could just hold us, but ones we'd actually want to test on."

Damon smiled again and commented, "You're truly a sex beast, you know that? Nothing is ever enough for you. I wonder if three months of heat will even be enough."

Just then, I heard footsteps coming closer and said to Damon, "Oh, more audience is coming."

He kept me against him, moving his hips and making me moan and shudder. It was Mariella's amused voice that made Damon smirk.

She said, "Damon, if you and Mimi could come to Christmas dinner, it's already Christmas evening and we've made a feast. So could you two possibly stop, even during dinner? Poor tables."

Damon smirked at Mariella and replied, "Oh, a feast, but darling, I have my feast on top of me. But fine, we can surely come. Will clothing be mandatory?"

Number Two retorted sarcastically, "Yeah, clothing will be mandatory. And go shower separately, preferably on opposite sides of this castle, so we can get this dinner started."

I rolled off Damon as he got up and said, "Don't worry, baby. Wedding first, some wedding night, and then the heat. We'll make use of that room too. This teleportation all over is way too much fun."

I found myself teleported to one of the bedrooms where I had spent some time. I headed to the shower, and as the water hit the dozens of deep bites all over my body, it made the past few weeks feel real. It wasn't just some mirage that I had hoped for and conjured; it was actually happening.

What I mean is that what we had, what I had sensed we had, it was truly there. You can feel it when a male bites you to claim you as his own, with love. Those bites are deep and often quite painful, and only the soothing caress from the one who bit you can ease them.

I knew this from my experience with Charles, as his bites were usually like this. In the past, it had been rare for any of Damon's bites to be painful, but now, I could feel his passion literally on my skin, and it made everything feel so real.

As I washed myself and hummed Roxette's "Anyone" to myself, I hoped that whatever we had wouldn't fade away or go anywhere. I had a huge heart and was able to deeply love many males; it was something I had always been able to do. I realized that our time together hadn't been purely physical, but there was love involved.

And as a creature of love, that was what I lived for: pure love. I could feel tank after tank of pure, strong love in my mind, and I wasn't sure if Mariella, the guardian of my energies, would take some of it. It was pretty rare to encounter pure love made by a creature of love.

Sylvia, one of the ancient dragons, had once told me a story about a woman who was a creature of love. She had lost her love and couldn't find any love anywhere, which led her to fall into a magical, coma-like sleep.

It wasn't until her old boyfriend happened to visit that city and heard about her he wanted to say goodbye to her. He went to see her, kissed her forehead, and that pure love that he had once felt for her woke her up. It was like the start of a whole Sleeping Beauty fairytale. So, it was based on reality.

I hadn't really paid much attention to this before, as a siphon. It would be rare for me to run out of love since there were so many different kinds out there - love for your children, your job, your pets. All I had to do was walk in the city to collect all sorts of love.

But to create my own pure love, well, that was quite a feat. I was truly a powerful creature, harnessing not only my own love but also Damon's love for me. So, it was our love that shimmered ruby red in my many tanks. I wasn't sure if Damon had any tanks of his own or if anyone could use them. 

I was truly a woman in love, but I remembered that the wedding was approaching and it might put Damon in a whole new state of mind. Our time of passion might be coming to an end, but that was okay. The official 12 days of Christmas were still going on, so it was Christmas time and I could spend it doing whatever while the men prepared for the wedding.

I wasn't sure if the vampire wedding would be first or last. And even though it was something I wanted, some challenges came with marrying Damon Salvatore. I chose my own clothes and went to the kitchen with my hair down, still slightly damp but looking nice thanks to my new hair products. It felt like I was a beautiful Afghan hound.

In the kitchen, the men were already talking, including Damon. I overheard a few words about the wedding, but Damon switched to using telepathy when he saw me coming in. As I sat down, Number Four came over and started putting my hair up, complimenting how well the new products suited me. Some of the products had been diluted, but not all of them.

I sipped my smoothie and coffee, waiting for the rest of the group to join me at the table so the feast could truly begin, and then it would be time for Christmas. Damon had a certain expression on his face, showing that he was preparing himself mentally for the wedding.

He was less focused on lust and more on being dangerous. I just hoped that Mariella would see this too and not try to seduce him now, as he was not in the mood. Soon, it was time to start our feast and have some fun afterwards. 

I had a wide grin on my face as I noticed all Salvatores were wearing their Christmas sweaters. Even some other men who came into the kitchen, like Constantine, had joined in the festive spirit by wearing a Christmas tie adorned with blinking lights. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, and I received several compliments on our activities.

Smiling, Dresden spoke up, "I was actually thinking of trying my hand at flower arrangements, but I'm not sure if I want to go in there. I think it needs a thorough cleaning."

Damon smirked and replied, "Dresden, you better adjust your attitude. Things are about to heat up, and soon enough, you'll be in the same mode. So get used to living in rooms with the scent of passion."

Constantine dryly added, "More like raw sex, not just mere passion. But I have no problem with that."

Just as Tim and Taylor walked in, Tim asked me, "Are you planning to dismantle the rest of the small tables at some point?"

I simply shrugged and smiled, not feeling the need to explain myself or our new hobby. It was best not to warn them too much. Oh God, I was still so incredibly happy and in love. This had truly been a perfect Christmas. Not that I needed Christmasy activities all day long, but a few weeks of satisfying sex with Salvatore had me feeling content and fulfilled. Life was singing to me, and I couldn't ask for more.