12. Livin' La Vida Loca.

The women came and lifted Mimi onto a stretcher with flowers and herbs. They now took the new wife to the wedding chamber to prepare for the wedding night. Meanwhile, Damon ate a ritual meal that would intensify sexual activity and make a man's libido so strong that even the most self-disciplined man could not contain himself.

He would violently come three times to take his wife. The elders had said nothing about this because it was part of the ritual. The man had to win her over everywhere and show his strength.

The elders did not want to watch soft lovemaking all night. They were vampires and for them, raw, bloody sex was the most perfect show of strength there could be. Vampires were beings of blood, violence, and lust. This night would showcase it fully. 

They were all bound by this ritual and their spouses had died over the millennia, so they were widows, the last ones to keep up this old tradition in a vampire society that was rapidly modernizing and they weren't happy about it.

This ritual would give strength to the couple, and bring them together properly and all the guests would also get to experience this ritual. There were different vampires and different families.

The originals were the oldest of the modern vampires and Salvatore was almost as old, Salvatore was not in the line of the originals, but his vampire line was from another line. However, now the two old lineages combined, and Salvatore's reputation received a significant boost.

He became the oldest and the strongest in his family, although it didn't really matter officially. He had taken the Originals into his own family under him and had all the vampires that came from the Originals.

The elders were vampires by a curse; they were kind of along the same strand as Spike and Drusilla, vampires without souls. Humans didn't know all the vampire lines, and it was good to let people assume all vampires were the same or the originals from only a few vampires.

The magic that created vampires is ancient and there have been many who have put their twist on the magic, creating their own kind of vampires, always a new line, and this magic has been in the world longer than humans have even been aware of.

 Vampire lines have been destroyed and new ones formed, but for some reason now these witches and wizards were dying who were making new vampire lines. Specifically, lines that became soulless, dangerously bloodthirsty vampires, and one rumor had been linked to Salvatore that he was behind these murders.

Well, the elders saw it as just a way for Salvatore to keep his dominance and eliminate the new weak families. The elders were excited because this ritual was happening less and less, and they wanted to preserve the old days. They were the most important to them.

They had sensed in Mimi's vampire side, that her vampire was alpha Queen and what it meant that even though she was a vampire by evolution, her vampire line was most ancient. Queen vampires had been creatures well before elders had been born and Salvatore finding this rarity, taking her as his wife, would make him extremely strong and powerful.

That creature's blood would be someday strong beyond belief. They had sensed her budding abilities as vampires, and many of the guests were jealous. Especially women. If she would ever turn humans into vampires, they would be stronger, much more than normal vampires. She was also a much more dangerous creature.

These traditions that everyone had a responsibility to uphold, and if a younger vampire got a taste of those traditions, it was always good. The elders didn't like change and to them, the old-fashioned vampire society where the man decided and the woman obeyed was the only right one. Making Queen Alpha obey and smell her virgin blood was something that elders were expecting eagerly.

They guided Damon into a chamber, where they presented him with a meaty meal, ancient wine, and a special groom's wedding drink. The drink ignited his desire to where he lost all self-control, and he never felt remorse for his actions because the drink heightened his pleasure and allowed his vampire side to take over. He would soon take his queen and properly so. 

They gave Damon several glasses of this potion. Then, six human virgins led Damon into a ritual shower where they washed him, oiled him, and completed his preparation. At this point, the potions and the herbs in the food had done their job, and it tuned Damon to only one thing. Take a virgin. His wife. 

 I woke up in the wedding chamber, or whatever it was called, but in the preparation room. My dress was off and I was naked. The women were lubricating my body with various oils, especially in terms of pheromones; I felt my vampire pheromones were open clearly, and I couldn't get them closed.

I still had Damon's fang marks on my heart, and I wasn't sure if they would ever go away. They didn't bother me, I just noticed. Someone had undone my hair and wiped my face, removing my makeup. I would look really young. I tried to put my pheromones down pretty hard.

One girl came over and said: "Don't worry about the pheromones, they're supposed to be open on the wedding night. All your pheromones are open. All of them. Your husband can close them if he wants."

I noticed that the wolf pheromone was also wide open.

Oh, well, fine. Not that there's anything else, but usually those pheromones get Damon in a pretty damn horny mood even if I keep them open for a few minutes and now I felt the pheromones saturating my skin. It looks like we may be in for an extremely intense night. I remembered how he had been easy to lure into the trap with my vampire pheromone, so this was making me almost catnip to him. 

They dressed me in a blood-red nightie, silk lace panties, and a lacy bra. The bra was a pushup and I don't know what the hell had happened to my nipples when they were on full display.

Then they gave me three glasses of drink, which went straight into my pussy. But yes, I can control myself. My pussy just didn't get the memo as something wet carefully it to prepare for getting a thick, huge, hard, hot cock and rough. I was getting quite a wild idea as my vampire side woke up and waited for her husband to play with me. 

Then they took me to the bridal chamber. I was still being carried on a stretcher, or whatever the hell that platform was. I was trying to keep calm, but my mind was getting pretty damn wild.

The room was enormous. A large bed dominated the room, and along one wall, they had brought in nice-looking leather sofas for the guests to watch our wedding night. The bed was massive and old-looking; the pillars were decorated with multi-colored carvings and gold leaf.

The bed had a thick mattress, and the duvet was blood-red silk. They folded it away. They revealed underneath a white silk sheet. A woman guided me to the middle of the bed and put the sheet over me. They put the sheet still up to my neck so that I was completely covered. The sheet was now white, but I knew that in the morning it would be anything but white. 

The older woman came to them and said: "Men want to take a woman, don't be too easy, just keep your legs together. Your husband will take what he wants. Show him how strong you are. I know you know how to give your husband an enjoyable challenge. It's never good to just spread your legs and let the man use your body, but a good wife makes the man work to get the legs apart."

Oh fuck, how she cleverly got me into her trap and I didn't even notice the obvious trap. Hey, I have my pheromones open and have had them for a while now. Damon would be pretty firm when he got here. I didn't even remember the whole pheromones when I got the boost that I'm no longer a good little Mimi and obey. I, living catnip, was ready to show off my might. 

And certainly not spreading my legs for the master, or Lord, he was. I was a Lady, and this was a whole new thing again. Something I wasn't prepared for, was my new title. Whatever it meant. I didn't know that at all.

I decided to keep my feet together and not be as nice and even as I'd been all day. The drinks still made me forget all reason, and I got a proper defiant look ready. I went into a slightly more seated position. My vampire side was really waiting for her husband, her meal. 

The door opened and first came the elders, who walked over to sit on the sofa, looked at my defiant expression, and nodded happily to the ladies, who were putting the finishing touches to the drinks for the elders.

Then came Nick, Elias, and Rebecca, who walked over to the other sofa. They too had a drink. When everyone was done, there was another bang of the gong somewhere. The door to the other sofa opened and Damon stepped in.

His upper body was bare, and it looked like they oiled him up, too. He stopped at the door and closed his eyes, sniffing the air. It didn't occur to me at the time that maybe it wouldn't hurt to be easy. No, no. Not this girl.

Salvatore beautifully challenged this girl with just one look, and Damon saw me accept the challenge, squeeze my legs tighter together, and hold the sheet over my body. His mouth turned up in a slight smile. Now this was going to be fun. He came over to my bed and bowed to each of the elders. 

The eldest said: "Now you can take your virgin wife as a vampire. Show your vampire bride how to bend her to your will and teach her to your bed, to obey your instructions."

Damon nodded and came to bed after first taking off his pants and exposing his full-strength, thick, hard cock. My pussy moistened a little more. Damon's nostrils flared, his eyes turning pitch black.

He ripped the sheet from me and took out one of his vampire claws, with which he cut both the straps of my nightgown and the straps of my bra. He violently ripped them off of me and threw them on the floor. Next, he tore off my underpants, and they too flew to the floor. His vampire side was on display. I could smell the burning campfire again. 

He said to me in a dangerously silky and rather quiet voice. "On all fours and at once. Submit and obey, wife..."

I smiled and stretched lazily. I let my vampire side be almost on the surface, smelling like a burning candle.

He didn't repeat himself as he grabbed me, turned me on all fours, and said in my ear: "Naughty wife, oh that I am enjoying this, I will train you properly."

His voice was sexy and almost like a purr. He acted quickly and decisively.

He trapped my hands behind my back and pressed my upper body against the bed. He spread my legs a little, and I felt him push into my ass.

I hadn't experienced ass fucking yet, and they tuned this to the extreme, so this would not now take this gently and patiently. The pressure in my ass seemed to split me open as he plunged in there mercilessly, still speaking in a low purring, pleasurably dangerous voice.

He said: "Surrender now!"

I felt the enormous cock sink mercilessly into my hole. The stinging sweat hit my forehead, and I tried to keep myself relaxed, but almost instinctively I tried to push the intruder out of my bowels. His grip on my wrists was tight to where I wondered if my wrist was about to break.

I was pressed tightly against the bed, but I talked.

My pride just somehow continued, "I won't surrender. I'll never surrender. "

His dick sank in a couple of inches deeper; I yelped in pain.

 He kept going: "Surrender to me completely. Promise me you're mine!"

The pressure in my asshole increased. 

I moaned again before I could get my voice to work. "I will not submit. I can be yours, but I will not submit to your power."

Wrong phrase, and now the cock got past my sphincter. The pressure increased, and so did the tightening. He demanded again and again, and each time I refused, the monumental cock sank deeper and harder. The tightening pressure and outright pain made the stars explode in my eyes finally.

Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore and I felt like he was halfway up my ass.

I don't know why I said, "I submit, I surrender. I am yours. Now and forever. I surrender completely."

I slumped a little and my voice had lost all defiance when I uttered those words. My surrender was real. I couldn't fight it anymore.

When he heard those words, he pushed in as deep as he could go. And that was a lot. He hadn't been very deep in my ass, but now he was splitting my ass in two. It was almost more than I could take. But this was my first ass fucking really and hadn't been gentle at all. Nor did it continue to be gentle.

He fucked hard and fast, with relentlessly harsh thrusts, still almost crushing my wrists. The cock plunged mercilessly, time after time, deep into my hole and finally came. He didn't fill now, a few hot spurts of something and that was it. It felt like my hole was permanently open.

Then he pulled out and turned me over on my back. I put my legs together and watched defiantly. Damon caught my wrists effortlessly in one hand and pushed his thighs between my legs, separating them.

He slammed inside me at once, mercilessly into my tight, virginal cunt. I felt my membrane tear and blood gush out. Damon smelled it, grunted, and I saw him flash his teeth. This job absolutely aroused him.

My pussy was really sore, and the hard, hot prick had no mercy. I felt myself tearing from somewhere. Blood was gushing and Damon smelled it and picked up the pace. He wouldn't let me keep my vampire side out. No, no, only it was for a while in the beginning, but not now.

I felt his heavy balls pounding against me. The thrusts were hard and brutally relentless, and I knew I could and would be very sore in the morning and I might take a break from sex after this. I could feel Damon in my mind and he was not regretful, almost triumphant, that I was so fucking sore. 

He looked deep into my eyes and said, in my mind: "Look, baby, our bond got stronger again. Let all the feelings come through. Show me it hurts. These are just expecting that bride-to-be to hurt and hard the first time. Don't hold back at all. Me neither."

Well then, let it come. I let it all show on my face, not holding back at all. I saw the raw pleasure shining from his face and I tried to hold on, well I had no choice when I was under this heavy hot passionate man's body with my legs spread wide with his cock crunching in my pussy. This was sex, but pretty fucking borderline what I could tolerate. But I had no choice but to endure.

 Damon used to drink my blood from time to time, and brutally again, ripping and tearing. My neck and shoulder were covered in dried blood, and the smell of blood seemed to excite Damon even more. It took a while before I felt anything resembling pleasure.

I felt an orgasm was miraculously coming, but nothing earth-shattering, because I was still really sore, and Damon fucked as deep as he could, pounding my cervix so that there was a dull ache in my lower abdomen the whole time.

 Finally, I came, and that was the signal. The eldest got up, and Damon had also finished cumming once again at the same time I did. He had now come more times than I had and I could feel his cum or whatever the hell slop it was actually dripping out of my pussy as he pulled his cock out. He just grunted in satisfaction. 

The oldest said: "Now you can take your virgin bride as a wolf."

Boom, as if by magic. As soon as Damon pulled out of me, I felt myself tighten up again and glad I didn't feel my hymen. I let Mimosa come out and felt my eyes turn into wolf's eyes. I still felt part of everything, though.

Damon's eyes were also yellow, but I knew Smoke wasn't in the lead. Damon was. He turned me on all fours again, and I felt his huge glans sink between my pussy lips, stretching, tightening them to the brim. They had made me really tight, but he was relentless in his penetration of me.

He felt where my membrane was, and he pulled out of me and increased the momentum again, pushing through it violently. I felt the blood trickle down the inside of my thighs and Damon gave no mercy. In this position, he seemed to go so deep and so hard that it hurt and hard.

I felt my legs soaked in blood as Damon forcefully thrust through me again. And the blood was still exciting Damon hard. Mimosa cursed in my mind as she felt hard, I let my whimpers and moans escape my lips.

Damon spared no strength, speed, or ruthlessness. He leaned over my back and ruthlessly penetrated me all the way to my bottom. He grabbed my wrists and broke them without letting me press my upper body to the ground so that my broken wrists didn't have to support me and yet Damon additionally pressured my back.

He came into me again several times, grunting, and the hot liquid poured out of my cunt in a rhythm of thrusts. It poured in rivulets with the blood down my thighs to the bed, and I knew the sheet would look and smell like shit in the morning.

I don't know how fucking long he was on my back, almost fucking me hard from behind. I felt his hot fierce breath in my hair and on my cheek; he was holding my wrists crushed. Finally, I felt pleasure again. He knew his stuff so well and he was now concentrating on teasing my G-spot and I felt my climax approaching.

As I came, he came, and this time he sank his teeth between my neck and shoulder and bit down on it as long as he came. The alpha male just marked the female. I felt the mark sink into my flesh and hard.

Again the Elder stood up and said to Damon: "Now you can take my bride as a man. May the rest of your night be passionate and enjoyable."

Damon bowed, and I felt how fucking tight I was. I knew that since the wedding night had already started at 7 pm; we had time, and the clock was something like 1 am. 

Damon turned me onto my back, and I could see straight from his fiery gaze that this would not get any easier. I put my legs together again and squeezed hard. I don't know what the fucking nonsense was. Hadn't I been getting a good ride for hours and I just had to beg for more?

He took my hands over my head in one of his hands and squeezed hard. My bones cracked, and I whimpered. He sank his teeth into my neck and he drank blood from me violently.

And then kissed me violently, smashing his bloody lips against my lips and forcing his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was passionate, raw, and brutal, but I couldn't resist and bit him hard on the lips, tasting his blood and smiling. I let my vampire side peek out, let my blood lust show. It made him smirk very dangerously. 

Again, he thrust his thigh between my thighs and forced them apart by pulling my other leg apart with my hand. His grip was raw, and it hurt. He held my legs apart and again pushed into me even harder. I tried to pull away, and it just excited him.

He pushed his huge glans inside me, and I felt my diaphragm tighten and burn.

He said in a low voice, "Oh baby, you won't think so. This is better than that. I enjoy your pain darling, I really do."

A more sharp passionfruit smell. He increased the pressure just a little so that the burning turned to pain. And the pressure increased, and the pain increased with it. He was now doing this as slowly as he could; I had tried to lift my hips so that my membrane would rupture, but no.

Eventually, when tears were dripping from my eyes and I was hissing in pain, I felt myself tear and the blood flowed down my thighs again. He kept pushing, and he was thick, so damn thick I wondered how the fuck it would fit inside me.

I could tell I was torn in places, even though I was healing, because of the searing pain and occasional tingling. He was so thick he was literally tearing my cunt apart. My thighs were all wet with blood.

He finally pushed all the way in and it felt like he was in my balls all the way. He started fucking me hard with deep, rough thrusts, like he hadn't had sex in months. He didn't even ask me in my mind if it hurt and how hard.

I only saw him throw his head back from the pleasure he was experiencing as he came deep inside me. I felt him come, felt his hot release in my belly. Now he came into my womb and more.

He was like a hurricane all night, with no mercy. I stretched slowly, but I was really sore still. The morning was a little more enjoyable, but I knew a few days of recovery wouldn't hurt. I was sweaty, with blood, sex, secretions, and sweat stinking up the bed and the room. I had gotten a few times my fangs sank into his flesh and gotten a good meal out of him, something that he had not appreciated so much. My vampire side was a real wildcat. 

The elders watching with eyes glistening with lust, Rebecca looking at me almost pityingly and Nick and Elias trying to keep a polite mask on even though this was something they really didn't want to see. The wedding night was over and now the celebrations would begin. We'll see what it brings when it comes.