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The Salvatore Saga, Part three: Seven years pain and life after that.

I gave Damon my everything, I let him feel me, the whole me and it was too much. He divorced me, and they all left me. Pack did not want anymore. despair and pity started to feel less as my friends, old and new ones, started to take care of me. It was time for to me reborn, once again, to be a leader, to be a doctor. Be the best supernatural shifter specialized doctor. I had to keep busy, and not think what I had lost. My life was not easy, seven years that changed everything, and then Damon wanted me back. I had changed, he had changed. It was time to live in the pack but everything was new and then again, nothing had changed, not at once.

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22. Man! I Feel Like A Woman.

After a week of passionate encounters, having sex and fucking like the mad couple, Damon turned to Mariela and suggested, "How about, my darling, we indulge in some alpha power cleansing therapy? Let's rid ourselves of any lingering negativity and transfer our energy. Perhaps it will even aid in Mimi's recovery from the recent turmoil."

Mariella, feeling a surge of anticipation, stretched her body and replied, "Fine. Let's cleanse ourselves in the shower and get to work."

They were fully prepared, knowing that a flood of power awaited them. The shower was invigorating; the water cascaded over their bodies with a force that matched their strength. Their lust had been very strong and now it was time to do some work and then get the reward when Mimi would have recovered and they would unload some of her pathos from her, this time getting her feeling a little more empty for a short while. 

Damon had developed a dental substance that heightened Mimi's sensitivity to touch and pain, allowing the pressure to be applied effectively. She had been given it now for days. Mimi's hair had been trimmed short by Five and she had been placed in the designated cleaning room. It was a simple yet sanitary space, with a well-functioning shower and decent beds. They had made this room for this purpose and it would be one linked to every house. It was needed and a lot in the future, too. 

The Salvatores and the rest of the pack had already purged their alpha forces during this time, ensuring they were ready for the power transfer. As a precaution, Mimi was securely chained to the bed, although the babies remained safe and unaffected. The help of Two, Five, and Seven enabled Damon and Mariela to focus on their task at hand.

Power cleansing was easy, it should be easy and simple but as Mimi's alpha power was brutally strong and really messy, there was no pleasure, nothing more than manipulating those pressure points and using their energy vision to see where to press next in order to gunk moving and pushing through her skin. It was extremely painful for her, but babies, deep in her womb, knew nothing about this. 

Though it pained me deeply to feel the cleansing of the alpha power, my inability to feel physical pain made it impossible for me to intervene. I understood it was easier for the cleaners to get this job done when I surrendered and allowed myself to be medicated, but it was far from enjoyable. Like I had no choice but to be gelled in two weeks, meaning I could not talk just yet. Just feel.

I was too doped up at first. It made job the easier for the cleaners as I did not writhe and squirm and try to prevent them. The black substance oozed profusely from my skin, requiring five days of meticulous cleaning. Couples took turns resting while others continued the cleansing process, gradually purifying the power within me.

It was far from clean and this torture would happen many times before my alpha power would be pure. Still, it tended to smudge and get messy really easily, so it would require quite regular cleansing to keep it clean. But as I felt more and more powerful as dirt was taken out of it, I could not help to think how in hell invincible I would feel once it was all clean because now the difference was so clear already. 

With each passing day, I felt renewed clarity, even regaining the ability to form coherent thoughts and express myself internally. My choice of words was nothing that children should listen to and I doubt that most of the adults would not use all of my expressions, either. I had my strong opinions on Salvatore, his hands, his face, whole gelling, and everything.

Damon dryly remarked, "Your vocabulary seems to have expanded rather than dried up, my dear. Impressive."

I dared not reply. Then it was all done, no more gunk moved out and everyone involved was after five days, quite damn tired. So Was I. Soon after, I was guided into the shower by Two and Five, my body gently scrubbed clean. As they helped with their dental substances, my hair grew long and vibrant, blood red. Exhausted, I was then led to the bed to rest. It was another room where they carried me. I had a nightgown on me, my hair was dried and braided, and I was quite limp.

Two suggested, "Why don't you take a few days to recuperate before we engage in play, my little bitch? Let's see who truly reigns supreme."

His voice held the promise of the threshold being crossed, and fast. They seemed to have some sort of plan, but I had my power in its huge cavern, ready to unwind, and I had no doubt that there was plenty of it. 

I was so fucking exhausted that I fell asleep, and I fell asleep well. Now I did not know in my mind about anything else than getting some sleep and hoping that this sensitivity would soon ease up. 

Damon and Mariella rested for a few days. Meaning they fucked like rabbits more or less. Sleep was not an option for them. It was more of a need to fuck brutally to get their lust circulating properly, and then it got them in a more vigorous mood.

Mimi had slept 24 hours and was now reportedly making bouquets. It's getting to be a good time to get some energy. They were getting things ready. Mariella felt the charge in Damon again and knew that this boy was as ready as damn well could be. Mariella herself was ready for this too, and Mimi would be in her power.

It would not be likely that they would get all the loose power, or her pathos out from her, but this should give her temporary relief. They should have gotten her in that all limp state, with not much loose power and Damon wanted to use his magical symbol too, he had made a few improvements to it, so he could take more of Mimi's powers, not just that emotional power but her vampire power and chaos, he was feeling pretty damn greedy. But he did not warn Mimi at all. 

Everything was falling into place. Mariella was amazed as Damon showed off his collection of bladed weapons and prepared knives for Mimi to handle. Then they had gone to the sex equipment store to pick up some whips and lashes, floggers. Then they used a few days to improve those too loaded them up with metals, drugs, and certain herbs, making Mimi a little weaker and getting some decent effect on her too. 

Soon, it would be time for Damon to take a shower himself first. Here he wasn't ready to fuck just yet. When they entered the kitchen, there was such a clear charge in the air, such a sense of anticipation, that Mariella felt herself getting ready and looking forward to what was to come. Everyone had got their gear on and they were so ready to get some real boost.

Mariella was feeling quite wild herself, too. She'd had that energy raw in her leftover tanks, which soaked into the stones well. She had tested that when they had put that stone room in order. One option was always to slam Mimi right up against the crystal when the power got moving. So loose power would absorb into that boulder straight away. This would be so much fun. 

I had slept for a blissful 24 hours and woke up in a euphoric mood. The sun's golden rays peeked through my curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. I felt an overwhelming sense of rejuvenation, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. As I stretched my limbs, I noticed the faint scent of freshly laundered sheets, mingling with the crisp morning air.

Walking into the kitchen, I marveled at its serene emptiness. The silence was broken only by the gentle hum of the refrigerator. With a sense of liberation, I perused the selection of ingredients, relishing the freedom to choose my own meals. It was a welcome change from constantly being fed. A small voice in the back of my mind reminded me I might experience a slight energy dip later on, but I brushed it aside. Little unloading would not be too bad, but I was pregnant too. I had to remember that minor fact as well. In this moment of contentment, nothing else mattered.

After I had eaten, I retreated into the flower room and started to do bouquets, and a lot of them too. I had a lot of vases and stuff, the flower room was filled up and my soul sang as I unleashed my creative side into this.

Whistling a cheerful tune, I gathered an assortment of vibrant flowers and foliage. Their petals brushed against my fingertips, soft and velvety. The room was filled with a symphony of colors, each bloom more enchanting than the last. I poured my heart into creating magnificent bouquets, each one a work of art. The scent of peonies, roses, and freesias wafted through the air, creating a fragrant oasis.

My collection of vases, accumulated over the years, adorned the table. Each one had a story, a memory attached to it. They stood as silent witnesses to my journey of self-discovery. I had collected quite a lot of them during the seven years too and my five had not understood my obsession with getting always more vases. This therapeutic act of arranging flowers brought me immense joy, a feeling I hadn't experienced in ages. Life tasted sweeter and more vibrant.

Just as I was about to finish a particularly grand arrangement, made up of peonies, big dark red roses, pure white freesias and green-blue of the eucalyptus, and annual summer flowers when the door swung open, shattering the tranquility.

Damon, with a lazy yet dangerous demeanor, entered the room. The door closed behind him with a resounding thud, sealing us in. Our eyes locked for a fleeting moment, tension crackling in the air. He had come to get some power to himself. 

He spoke in a low, menacing tone, "Little bitch, what do you say? Shall we have a round? Let's see which one of us is on top?"

I let out a weary sigh, gently placing the vase on the table, only to watch it vanish into thin air, carried away by the magic that had been put in a circle. That vase would now adorn some tables in this house. Approaching Damon, I stood tall, asserting my strength.

"I'm the stronger one here, little boy. Don't go there. I am truly in my power and it is so much more than you can imagine, a whole cavern in my mind. It is so ready." I asserted, my voice steady.

He approached me, now taking a grip on the dagger in his belt. Oh, he wanted to play, so I was as ready as possible. Let's play then. My power woke up. 

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I moved fast, unpredictably. I pinned him against the wall, my grip unyielding. I hissed in his ear, my voice low and dangerous, "Be cautious now, darling. I haven't had my blood ration for the day. I could unleash the fury of a wildcat upon you."

Damon broke free from my grasp, retaliating with a fierce intensity. He slammed me against the wall, his grip tightening around my throat. A surge of pain shot through me as he drove a dagger into my stomach. I felt warmth spreading, something squirting inside me. It stung and burned, so my guess was metal of some sort. Made me a little more on edge. I readier my powers, combining them into this useful little combo. 

He growled, his eyes burning with an intensity that matched my own." Or a wildcat. I'll tame you, little girl."

Summoning every ounce of willpower, fueled by a mix of rage and willpower boosted with my alpha power, I summoned my strength and hurled Damon across the room; the force sending him flying.

I straightened up, a smug smirk playing on my lips as I looked at him. The soft-lit room echoed with the sound of our confrontation. The smell of roses faded into the background.

"As I said, baby boy, I'm stronger," I taunted.

Damon rose to his feet, his eyes filled with excitement rather than fury. Lost in the moment's intensity, I failed to notice my surroundings. Suddenly, a figure appeared behind me, their presence sending shivers down my spine. I felt the muscular arms of number two encircling me and imprisoning me. In an instant, we were transported to another space, surrounded by the entire pack.

The power within me surged, illuminating the cavern of my mind as I felt a threshold in my mind. These wanted to play, so I was as ready as I could be. Without hesitation, I unleashed it. Power flooded out of the cavern, filling me up. Burning in my core, and in my veins.

They attacked me in a group, and this was so much fun. Their favorite tactic was to slam me against the unforgiving rock, absorbing the energy I released, but it wasn't as simple as they thought.

I harnessed my strength and let it loose. My combination of alpha power, fueled by rage and unwavering will, sent things and people soaring with a lazy wave of my hand. It worked like a charm, catching the lurking figures off guard. I could feel the power flowing out of me, eagerly embraced by those around me. 

It was one against 17, so I had always had someone or a group of someones coming at me, and nothing was too much. I just let it loose, let the power come out, fill them up, but it was temporary as those boulders could hold quite a load and these were now emptying me as much as possible, so nothing was too much for them. 

They had enough now, depositing their spoils into the massive mineral blocks scattered throughout the room. This had been just one of many stone chambers I possessed, a thought that comforted me. When my holiday came, I would retreat to Chicago, where I had a magnificent stone room filled with the most exquisite stones, providing endless opportunities for destruction. I could see what stones would lurk inside raw stone boulders that I had gained in there. 

Suddenly, someone forcefully pulled me against them, a sharp knife piercing my belly and twisting with cruel intent. Sharp Burn told me that this was Charles and his very nasty dagger with hyssop.

Charles whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with desire, "I never got to have you in Chicago, honey. We'll fuck there one day, and often."

His dagger felt like always, and he loved to plunge into me.

I broke free, but Damon arrived, his grip tightening as Charles plunged the knife into me once more.

Damon's cold eyes bore into mine as he pushed the blade sideways through my heart, proclaiming, "Only me, baby, can break your heart."

The pain consumed me, and I let it burn. With a surge of strength, I forcefully pushed Salvatore away, sending him sprawling, and deposited Charles on the bed. In a frenzy, I kissed him with a fiery passion. Just as the moment intensified, Damon, in some version of him, interrupted us, and we engaged in a wild, destructive rampage that lasted for days.

Exhausted, I finally collapsed into bed, my powers depleted. I knew that there was more inside me, but it was still too packed up and not yet reacting anymore. Now, before continuing, I needed a soothing bath and a seductive interlude.

Damon sent everyone away, went running the bath, and said to me gently but seductively, " Come on, missy, get in the bath, and then we'll continue. I'll show you what I can do with a towel."

He carried me into the bath, and it was just right, just perfect. I felt the power surging inside me as if there was almost a galaxy inside me, with a billion stars, and I could feel all that power still everywhere. I did not know how many days this had taken, but it had been wild. The entire room was full of blood splatters and the smell of sex. Soon, that smell would get more intense. 

It was like this power would leave always tiny flecks in its wake and these flecks did not react so easily. Then Damon came and washed me. He had made the bed, and he wrapped my hair in a towel. He carried me to the bed and dried me.

Now, at least at first, he was gentle but clearly dominant. I could not lift my hips and had to be perfectly still; this was quite a pro with the towel too. Damon looked at me and spoke, in a low sexy voice that carried his dominance.

He was naked, himself already. " Be a good girl, and then you will get further treatment. You do exactly as I say."

Oh, that was hard for me, and it got the power going inside me. Power reacted when it got irritated. It was a little like my willpower. When I did not get what I wanted and right now, it moved. Mariella got into a room with the number two after Damon had dried me out and teased me so much that the power seeped out.

He came on top of me and looked me hard in the eye, almost lying on top of me, took hold of my wrists, holding me with his body weight, and then he sunk his teeth into my neck and started drinking. Oh, how I got upset, and I felt him sucking the power into himself already. He also glued our magic symbols together and sucked a bit of everything else, clearly enjoying himself, and I could now feel myself weakening.

He whispered, "What do you like about my new symbol? It had a little upgrade to it."

How fucking much Damon was draining the power out of me! Especially vampire powers. Thick hard cock pushed mercilessly inside my wet, eager cunt. I could feel Mariella next to me spreading my legs even more, so Damon could fuck me as hard as he wanted.

Then he started fucking me hard, brutally, fast and oh my go, he was good at this. Controlling me completely, getting more and more power out of me, and pulling away my other powers through the symbol. This one was greedy. Two and Mariella came to draw power, and slowly, I felt the power level drop.

There was no more galaxy inside me, there was that power in the leftover, but all the time, there were new suckers. Damon, Mariella, and number two were full, the crystals were full, the other salvatores were full, and I was still in a pretty intense mode with the foursome.

This was the first time that we fucked over eight years or so and we had needed to get each other. Charles had a hard time letting me go to have sex with Adam or boys. All of them were so intense and Lepard was brutal. He was so intense; he had such a need to have me, to bite me and he let it go. 

I just thought that, yes, babies get a pretty fucking good boost to their lives from this ride. At least I was fucking and a lot. I knew that strength would come as soon as I started properly processing everything I went through during those seven years, when I dared to share my experiences.

But this was already helping so immensely, and slowly, I was getting tired too. The boys were already asleep in cat form. Adam and Charles were sweaty and really full, and I was completely content and asleep. I fall asleep in their embrace, feeling so perfect. I was safe and sheltered. My power level had dropped. It brought me such a peace.