33. Heaven.

Adam and Charles had a plan. Mimi needed close care and a bump, so they combined the two, carried Mimi to the new wing in one bedroom between them, and waited for her to wake up. They were going to fuck Mimi into shape. They both had their bump bags full again and a terrible need to nurture and nurse at the same time. They remembered the last time, how fast it had helped and this time it would help too.

I woke up in bed and felt both of them close to me. I moved slightly and immediately had some hands start stroking and exploring me. I felt how thin and weak I still was, but it didn't bother me. I opened my eyes and looked into Charles' dark brown chocolate eyes.

"Morning honey, we are starting a brand new physio now. It's called fucking the wife into shape."

I smiled and said, " Oh really, or so I've been told. Do I have a choice?"

Charles said, " No, not really. You don't have too many organs yet. You have donated lungs from me, so lungs, an artificial heart, and plenty of room for a bump. And I swear, honey, there are plenty of bumps. You have been in treatment for 14 weeks, and honey, it was only Colin who got you pulled through. It was so close call, but now it is time for a new physio to start. "

Charles's voice was hot and fierce. I could see all the emotions flashing in his face, too. He loved me so much and he wanted me. He had been worried about and with these two, no phone and wallet bedside, but two men around me, ready to fill me up and fuck me into shape. 

Adam's hands had already found my breasts and were rubbing my nipples vigorously. I was getting pretty ready for this myself. He was not too rough, but he was not too gentle with his grips either. He did not see me as the victim but as his little bitch, a role that I could take very well. I did not want to be the victim. 

Adam said, " You get to rest now and then, but you may be stuck with us all the time as we fill you repeatedly. We have bags full of good strong stuff and passion too, so you will be in shipshape in no time, my love."

Charles and I started kissing, and he lifted my leg and started plunging into my cunt in a hard, hot, dominating way. My pussy stung and burned as he did not give my pussy any time to adjust, but he took it. His cock was like a steel rod, and it was stimulating me to the extreme so that the stinging began to recede only after a while.

At the same time, a hard, hot cock plunged into my ass, and I had no say in it either. We both kissed as I twisted backward from time to time, so I got hot, passionate, possessive kisses from Adam. These two were in control and I had no say in this matter at all. We drank each other's blood, and the men occasionally switched places and positions.

I did drink bump from the source too; I had space inside me so I was stuffed with their bump all the time and moving, coming, using my muscles all the time but it was mostly pure pleasure and passion that had taken me with it. 

At first, I could explode and fall asleep to the sensation of the hot, thick stream of nourishing cream flooding inside me, but yes, I did start to gain strength at some point, and once I woke up, the artificial heart had been removed as I had started to grow organs.

It was at first this sensation of pleasure that literally knocked me out cold, and it was actually quite a freaking wonderful way to pass out. Feel the love of these two in my body and my mind too as our bonds were wide open and emotions and feelings flooded through it like on a highway. 

They were all over me, all the time, and they opened their pheromones to me fully open. Damon had never done this, and I had no idea why. Was it some sort of trust issue or vulnerability, but these two gave themselves to me fully? I just loved that. I loved the scents of both pheromones. It was like a story when they released their entire spectrum of pheromones to me. Both had chocolate. Charles had a real coniferous forest with a burning campfire, dark rich chocolate, and then a fresh breeze and apple.

Adam's scent was the outdoor sauna, white chocolate, the jungle with all its plants and dangers, and then the clean, fresh pear. I smelled both pheromones every time I lay on one or the other, and eventually, I always had to have them. I insisted on opening them or pinching and nipping at the neck every time I got my pheromone.

That brought me such a sense of peace that I had not felt in a long time. And feel of security, too. I knew that neither of them would harm me on purpose just for fun, but a few times that had been, that teaching of humility, and one time with Adam, both in them had been Damon manipulating them. I would never tell Adam about that time. I had made sure that he would never remember it. I protected my boys. 

We had been in bed for six weeks, and Colin then came in to do a last check. I was 56 kilos and strong. I had gone wild towards the end, used my strength, and developed my muscles. No more sleeping, but now I had started to unload my rage too, so boys had given good resistance and helped me unload some of it at least.

Colin said, "You're fine, by the way, but you've got yourself addicted to those two pheromones. that's all, but you can and will have withdrawal symptoms if you don't get them regularly. You can get off it, but it's an addiction with withdrawal symptoms, so it's difficult."

Charles grinned and said in my mind, "Now I got you, and good too. You are literally addicted to me. You are mine, truly."

He seemed pretty smug about this thing. Adam too. They were so damn smug and Mimosa swore to me that she will never get any kind of addiction to them.

I didn't mind being addicted to pheromones; it just made my wolf jealous, and she decided to be a part of everything we did. Even though she swore that she was not that weak, she could see how much that had deepened our relationship. Adam and Charles were now in the wing with me at first when I started to put the tanks in, but for some reason, when I had to start putting the fish bags in according to Mimosa's instructions, they both disappeared into the general area.

They had so much to do and since I was fine, there was no need for them to be all the time with me. They might do even gigs or something like cooking too.

Mirella and I were chatting, and I had buried the whole damn session back in the coffin, where I put all the shit. That's where it will compost in time. I had a knack for creating different things in my mind, and this coffin was very useful, but it was also one source of my rage. All of that composting shit made me rage, and it was just the way things were.

We made food for change. I thought about everything and somehow those smug expressions of Adam and Charles flashed in my mind and I thought that it could be a good time to show all the power of girls in this pack. A diabolical plan was starting to form in my mind. A real girl rules plan.

Then I got my idea ready, my plan ready, and said to Mirella," How about we challenge the men so that we serve them dinner first, and then they serve us some night?"

She said, "Not bad, we can start to show them what we can do and then they have to beat us, that is, if they can and if we have time. I go and get men in with this plan. Let's see when we show them properly how girls rule." 

She seemed to be very excited about this plan, too. Mirella immediately set off to challenge the men and arrived triumphant half an hour later.

She said, "All the men, even Salvatore, accepted the challenge. "

Oh, Damon, I thought and asked, " How was that mind-blowing? Did it help? Did he?.."

Mirella said, "Just his normal seductive self is. Now he's just out there designing recipes."

Fine. I was a little perplexed as he had not said a word to me in my mind and our bond seemed as grey as it had been, like it was dead almost or so closed but he had his problems and maybe our bond with Adam and Charles got to him too. Well, glad he's ok, I thought, and we started to think about what to do.

I said, " Let's do some crazy new things. How about an egg in an egg? So we boil eggs from different birds, supposedly split each one down the middle, and fish out the yolk. They make a paste. The ostrich's egg is the biggest, and inside it goes first the emu's egg. So we put the white part of the egg and fill in the spaces with this paste, and then the next one could be a goose egg, a pheasant, a duck, a turkey, a chicken, and finally, a quail. We have to fill both sides, the top and the bottom. It's a bit like an edible version of that Russian doll with the other doll inside and inside .."

Mirella said, " That's a great idea, by the way. I know men go for gourmet food and tasty ones, but we're doing new versions."

Then I started thinking and said, "Stuffed cabbage could be one. So we carve one big cabbage hollow inside and stuff it with different meats and sauces, and off it goes into the oven to simmer. "

Mirella was excited and said, "We have a bloody, well-stocked fridge. What else?"

I thought for a moment and said, "A multi-meat roll, so again, different meats. We'll take them, make them all flat and in the same thickness, and start rolling. On the inside, you can put what's allowed to be rose, and then on the outside, you can put what's allowed to be cooked. We will put them on low, slow heat, with wonderfully thick sauces to go with them. I have a few exotic meats like snake, alligator, groundhog, and squirrel for us to use. We just do it with a lot of different meats, and it's going to be great too."

We then started making the dishes. Mirella would make a multi-fruit jelly cake for dessert and pastries with mirror glaze. I would make bonbons on top. It was relaxing to get to cook and try everything. My idea had been over the top and unique but it was the little plan, to be a surprise.

Do not go for foie de gras, braised veal cheeks on buttery bearnaise but be quirky and unexpected. it was more or less my trademark almost and that way of living had been familiar to Mimosa too. She was our taster, always telling me what we needed more or how to make it even better. 

I liked to make little teasers too, so I made very tasty vegetables, in my veggie tray were little baby potatoes, smothered in herb butter, mostly chives and dill in it, then there was baked garlic, those were mellowed quite nicely, butter braised onion rings, honey glazed baby carrots, rich cheesy bechamel gratin cauliflower. The purpose of this tray was to show that you have calories lot in veggies too and they can be so tasty.

I had cups full of roasted seeds, just the right amount of roast on them, too. There were many types of sauces, too. And for me, well mostly for me, it meant, I had my favorite salad and a big bowl of it. It had ice lettuce, crispy and clean, chopped finely, grated mozzarella, cubed edam, ham, roasted chicken, spring onion or chives, cucumber and grated fresh carrots, fresh sugar peas too.

It was a little twisted version of a salad that I used to eat when I was human, back then that salad had included just lettuce, tomato, chives, cheese, and ham, but since tomato was poison to me and I could now have cucumber and carrots, I had upgraded it. 

I was not going to serve my salad to everyone. Men most likely would not eat it, so it was just for me. I had made it first, so it had time to get a little moist and get more flavors in.

I had already decided on dinner clothes—a cherry-colored satin dress with a generous slit and panties. I wasn't going to wear a bra now because the dress worked without one.

We had made everyone their eggs, and there were many meat rolls. We had sauces and baby potatoes. And my veggies too. We arranged everything on portable trays, and Mirella had gone to set the table and put my crystal dishes there for us. Over the years, I acquired crystal glasses, plates, bowls, and jugs and a lot. As well as vases. They were another thing I had acquired, and then I put them in cabinets here and there. My hair was now cherry colored, like my dress, and curly, tight curls, but not too long. My makeup was a smokey eye, my lips were blood red, and I had bitten some makeup in Mimosa too. Made her look more fierce. 

We went downstairs with Mimosa, as Mirella had already taken the food down in the lift beforehand. I lazily walked out of the wing towards the dining room. Mimosa and I went over to Mirella and started to put the food on the table. The men began to arrive, and they were dressed in silk shirts and leather pants. At least, Adam and Charles were. Oh my goodness, my eyes rested on those two.

Charles looked at our dishes with a serious expression, and I said to him sweetly, "This is just probably one little 1-0 for you boys, so you'll get inspired then."

Damon walked from one room in nothing but a tee shirt and jeans. He was a bit of that fine when this was mandatory. Something had changed in him, but I didn't know which way yet. He looked at all of our food and my salad too, raising his eyebrow, looking at me questioningly, almost.

He looked at me from head to toe but didn't say a word as he went to sit down. Bran and Samuel also came in, and Bran was his confident self, and I could see by the look on Charles and Samuel's faces that they weren't really on speaking terms with their father unless they had to be.

When we put the eggs in front of everyone, and they started eating, I saw Damon furrow his brow at the whole idea and slowly start to realize what we girls were actually doing.

I asked Damon, "What about your mind-blowing up? Did that help?"

He looked at me for a moment and said, "It's WIP. I know no more than that. Apparently, I've got bits of other vampires in my head from somewhere, and I am now removing them. Time will tell."

Bran asked, " What is WIP?"

Samuel said irritably, "work in progress."

Bran nodded casually.

I tried to take my salad and Damon said, "Missy, I am keeping an eye on you, and let me give you that salad and those seeds too. No need, you to get in medbay with blocked guts."

He stood up and gave me some salad and seeds and took much more for himself, too. My veggies had first looked by men quite apprehensively, but then they had gotten curious and almost everything had been eaten. I had not gotten any. Men had eaten most of them, and I could see from Damon's smug expression that I had given him ideas. Not my idea, but he was easily inspired, I see.

Charles had been too impressed by our food and he was preparing to show what he could do to make me feel a little less smug. Charles' hand found my cunt as he sat next to me and I tried to control myself as two fingers sank into my cunt and began to move there and back at an ever-increasing pace. I concentrated on eating and came very hard, but managed to control myself.

Charles was very smug and said to me in my head, "1-0 Mimi."

Fucking 1-0, I thought and concentrated on finishing my food. Damon had given me a little more of that salad, but Bran had wanted some too, and Adam, so they had eaten all of my wonderful salad too. And all the seeds, too. I could see that with every bite, Damon got more and more ideas, too. He was getting the idea that we were not doing fancy but quirky and he was competitive, so he wanted to play, too. I guess we challenged the men a little too well too. 

I had made chocolate, nut, strawberry, passionfruit, apple, pear, and cotton candy bonbons, and Damon looked at me questioningly as he ate them. I was completely innocent and fucking pleased that they had hit the spot. We smiled as, after the meal, Bran got up and started hurriedly shoving the rest of the food into the downstairs fridge.

Even our stuffed cabbage had been quite a hit, although the men had been very reluctant to eat it at first. Then we girls were ready to retire to our wing.

I said sweetly to all the men, " I hope you enjoy, and then one evening you will serve, but for now, we girls are going to that girl's wing where no crabs can go. "

Damon looked at me, already heated, and said dangerously seductively, "Or crab, I'll show you a crab. I'll show you many other things too, missy."

I restrained myself, and we went through our wing, and I pulled the door shut behind me. It was the perfect evening. Girls' rules!