35. All That She Wants.

This was Mariella's first time being part of a world-saving mission, and she found herself and Damon overwhelmed with tasks. The morning started with the arrival of fighter number two, either Adam or Charles. They emerged from the fight, battered and bruised, and Mariella diligently checked them over.

The scent of antiseptic filled the air as she took blood samples to test for toxins and carefully removed any demon blades or metal fragments embedded in their bodies. She administered antibodies to counteract the toxins and made sure the fighters were fed and given time to rest.

This responsibility usually fell on Mariella's shoulders, and she approached it with a sense of urgency and determination. She didn't entertain any arguments or assurances of being fine; she knew the importance of thoroughness. It took several hours to nurse the fighters back to health, and once they were stable, Mariella meticulously cleaned the medbay, preparing it for the next day's battles.

Meanwhile, Damon attended to his own duties. He repeatedly lifted Mimi off the floor, offering her fever medicine to ease her discomfort. The sound of soft moans mixed with the rustle of bedding as he carefully washed her body.

He skillfully inserted a cannula, ensuring a steady flow of antibiotics to fight off any infections. Damon knew Mimi's condition well; her fever left her weak and helpless. But he had grown accustomed to these moments, knowing exactly how to handle them. It wasn't a burden for him; it was a full-time job that he willingly embraced.

They allowed themselves a brief respite, stealing away to the bedroom for two precious hours of intimacy. However, Damon always adhered to the two-hour rule, returning to attend to Mimi's needs. Mariella couldn't help but question why Damon didn't use energy restraints to keep Mimi in bed and sedate her. Such measures would grant them more time together.

Yet, Mariella observed that Damon didn't seem bothered by caring for Mimi; in fact, he displayed remarkable gentleness and patience.

With a curious tone, she asked, "Damon, wouldn't it be easier to use energy chains and sedate Mimi to put her to bed?"

Damon glanced at his wife, his eyes filled with determination as he spoke. "If you want Mimi to maintain her current state for another two weeks, then sure. But given the dire state of the world and the unsavory nature of those clubs, we need her back in action as soon as possible. Mimi's physique is truly intriguing. It craves challenges. We can't keep her confined in the incubator for too long, as her body tends to grow complacent in comfort. This method will whip her body into shape swiftly, forcing it to constantly work at a brisk pace. Mimi's body needs to feel the urgency to survive."

Mariella nodded, acknowledging the peculiarity of Mimi's body. Yet, deep down, she trusted Damon's expertise in Mimi's physiology and biology. He knew exactly what he was talking about.

As I lay there, my rage and fever consuming me, Damon blocked me from accessing my anger, leaving me weak and feeble. I struggled to move, my legs practically useless as the fever raged on, causing restlessness to course through my body. But I was resourceful.

Whenever I could muster the strength, I crawled towards the linen cupboard, pulling down a plethora of items to create a makeshift nest on the floor. However, Damon, being the neat freak he was, promptly gathered my nest and threw it into the washing machine, refusing to let me use them again due to my sickness and the bacteria that clung to me.

Even when he discovered me, he would cruelly tear apart my nesting materials. Eventually, he locked the linen cupboard and kept the key for himself, leaving me with limited resources for my nest. Undeterred, I crawled towards the nearest bed, grabbing whatever I could find to make my new nesting place. It wasn't the same bed where he had initially placed me, but it sufficed.

I have to give him credit, though. He showed remarkable patience throughout it all, never losing his cool. Several times a day, he would lift me gently into bed, replace my cannulas, administer fever medicine, and wash me. And every time, I would drift off into a deep sleep. Adam and Charles, my comrades, were absent during this time, recovering from their night at the fight clubs. Although they took turns caring for me, there were still thirteen or twelve clubs remaining when I was put here in the medbay.

Damon didn't sedate me for long, as he knew I needed to recover quickly in order to return to my duties and continue fighting. My infection persisted for ten agonizing days, leaving me frail and weak even after it subsided.

I knew that we were in Berlin House, and the medbay had been connected. Upon waking up in one bedroom, memories flooded back to me of the time when we first arrived, when this house was devoid of any furnishings. I had brought air mattresses with me and set them up in this very room, along with Adam's air mattress. We engaged in various activities, moving around the room on the air mattress.

As I pondered my next move, the thought of going to the spa crossed my mind. I knew exactly how to operate the sauna with the remote control. The plan seemed perfect - dinner followed by a relaxing session in the sauna and bath.

Meanwhile, Damon and Mariella were engaging in their own intimate activities, and the wolves, along with Adam and Charles, were likely preparing for another night at the clubs.

The mission was still on, and I could already sense the impending battles, the clash of fists, and the adrenaline rushing through my veins. This was just the beginning, and I couldn't fully rely on the pack to stand by my side. It was a gut feeling, an instinct urging me to be prepared to face this alone. But for now, I had a precious few days to regather my strength before forging ahead.

As I sat in the kitchen, enjoying my meal, Charles entered the room.

His voice broke the silence. "Good morning. You were quite the demanding patient again. Dresden is relentlessly pursuing Damien, eliminating multiple versions of him. Sark has gone into hiding, and Magnum is busy performing at clubs in Austria and Switzerland. He's also taken up his old flea jobs, which are a helpful distraction. We're in no rush. Magnum and Damon number two have already secured many fighters for the clubs. And if one falls through, we'll take care of it. But what you are going to do after food?"

I replied, "The spa department is calling. Although you haven't lived here, trust me, it's a delightful experience. Very invigorating."

Charles paused for a moment, studying me, then said, "Someday, when I have some free time at night, we'll indulge in the spa like never before. It'll leave even the Salvatores astonished."

I smiled and resumed my meal. The sauna would be ready in an hour, but I could slip in early for a soothing soak. It would be a perfect moment, beyond belief.

Leaving my bedroom in my bathrobe, I made my way to the basement door.

Mariella greeted me, her eyes filled with curiosity. "You won't believe how exquisite this house is, Mimi. I haven't had a chance to explore it yet. Are you off to the spa? I didn't even get a glimpse of it, and one day, I want to visit all our palaces. I know you have several. When we're married, they will be a shared haven for the entire pack, or at least our spouses. I'm eager to see the spa section. Is this where we're headed?"

I nodded and took out the key, its cool metal brushing against my fingertips, with which I unlocked the heavy cellar door.

The creaking hinges echoed through the dimly lit room as Mariella's inquisitive voice broke the silence, "Why was this door locked? And are there keys elsewhere? Well, it doesn't matter, we can always get the doors open, that's not the point." 

We descended the worn-out stairs, the musty scent of old wood filling the air. As we reached the bottom, Mariella peered into the storage room, her eyes scanning the stacks of cardboard boxes. They were piled precariously, each bearing the weight of forgotten items that I had accumulated over the years. The room was filled with a sense of disarray, a chaotic jumble of forgotten possessions. 

Curiosity filled Mariella's voice as she asked, "What are those cardboard boxes?"

I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment, "My orders. My 'hamster' warehouse. Everything I've ever purchased but never unpacked. There's everything from appliances to clothes, and believe me, this isn't the only house I've turned into a storage unit like this." 

Determined, Mariella proclaimed, "I'll use magic to assemble them and begin sorting through them. But first, let's create a connection between the rooms in each house. We can link the wardrobe, for example, so that it is accessible from every house. We'll do the bedding, curtains, carpets—everything. Linking stones makes it easy. We just need to find a destination. Even the craft room can be linked. We'll start that project after this one. I suppose the wedding comes first." 

As we approached the spa, I opened the double doors, their smooth surface cool against my palms. The room was a symphony of colors and textures. Pink marble and rose quartz adorned the walls, radiating a soft, soothing energy. The scent of essential oils hung in the air, infused with hints of rose and eucalyptus. 

The tubs, resembling giant paw pads, were crafted from a smooth, polished stone. They sat there, eagerly waiting to embrace their occupants, capable of accommodating several people at once. The hot tub beckoned, promising warmth and relaxation for 8-10 individuals. The sauna, designed with comfort in mind, offered a spacious and inviting atmosphere. 

Walking across the room was effortless, with no obstacles hindering our path. The sauna, illuminated by soft, gentle light, felt open and inviting. I was ready to settle onto the sauna cushions, their plushness providing a comfortable place to rest against the wooden benches. 

Mariella explored the spa, her fingers caressing the surfaces, as if trying to absorb the essence of the place. Her eyes widened with delight as she discovered spare bathrobes, and without hesitation, she began undressing, preparing to immerse herself in the rejuvenating waters.

She said, "Damon is coming too. I told him about this. What bathrobe are you wearing?"

I had my brand new, lovely black and gold, a thick bathrobe that I had bought in India. It was a bit baggy, but it was lovely to wrap yourself in. The only problem was that it was also long.

I said, "Road trip treasures, I haven't worn this one once yet as it's so big, but then again, this one gets a really good full body dry."

Mariella was silent and watched as I hung my robe on the peg. I went to turn on one of the pink tubs to run the water and reached over to grab the lily-scented bath beads from the top shelf. I got the package in my hand, and Mariella came over to look at them. She was in good shape. For once, I think she weighed more than me.

"Did Damon approve of those? Lily of the Valley scented? Did you have any passionfruit scents here?" She inquired.

I let her look through the cupboard, and she soon found one that suited her. I struggled to get the packet open and didn't notice when a hot, firm male body pressed against me, and Damon picked the packet out of my hand. He didn't move a muscle and was completely naked.

He said, " Have I seen this package before? No, I haven't, and I don't recommend you put these in the water where you're going, or you'll be itching for two weeks and red as a crab."

Mariella came over to read the package, and Damon moved a little further away. Fine, we'll just go in the water then, but that's OK. The couple started talking about additives and everything. Damon touched Mariella, and I could tell by her gestures that Mariella was about to get it, and she was getting it.

They went to one tub, and Mariella was putting the water on when Damon pushed his huge cock into Mariella's cunt from behind. Mariella kept her legs apart and braced herself in the tub while Damon was already fucking her furiously, hard, and mercilessly.

I closed my eyes and wondered what to do next after the sauna and spa. I could play some Sonic games. I was proud of myself for my progress each time I played.

I had not yet finished any games, but I was steadily making progress. The master of these games was Charles, and I fondly remembered the time when I challenged him to play with me. However, I got a bit mischievous and distracted, causing Sonic to meet his demise repeatedly. Despite that, these memories brought a smile to my face, and I contemplated the idea of repeating the experience one day.

To embark on this journey, one must fully immerse themselves and conquer each level of the game. And when one's own game becomes challenging, it becomes permissible to disturb others. The couple had successfully reached the water and the bathtub was now occupied as they were fucking in there.

I briefly considered taking a few laps around the pool before heading to the sauna. With closed eyes, I envisioned my plans while basking in the satisfaction of my mischievous thoughts.

I couldn't help but notice how noisy the group was as I glanced over. The two had joined in, and Mariella got double penetration.

Leaving the tub, I made my way towards the pool. I dove in, initially swimming at a leisurely pace, gradually building up speed until I was breathless. Once I finished, I emerged from the pool and proceeded to the shower.

Meanwhile, the Salvatore trio was sanctifying the sauna, so I had no rush to get there. The cool water cascading over my body provided a refreshing sensation as I washed myself. My hair, now long, curly, and red, had previously been white and spiky, reaching just past my shoulders during the gig. I slathered it with conditioner and rinsed it out, relishing the feeling of cleanliness.

By the time I finished, the trio emerged from the sauna in a frenzy. Fortunately, they had revitalized the sauna with energy by the time I arrived. With a sense of delight, I walked over to the rack, retrieved my sauna cushion from the shelf, and settled into the steam. First, I indulged in a powerful blast of hot steam, and then I allowed myself to fully enjoy the experience.

The scent of lilac filled the air, enhancing my relaxation. My mind wandered, envisioning the activities Charles and I could partake in within the confines of the sauna. Countless ideas danced in my thoughts, and I reveled in the pure bliss of the moment. It was yet another memorable experience that could serve as a springboard for our European adventure.