13. I Want It That Way

Damon Salvatore, a bored vampire lord, strolled through his facility, overseeing his many subjects. The air was heavy with the scent of fear and anticipation. Each step echoed in the dimly lit corridors, creating an eerie symphony. His crimson eyes scanned the females and infants, assessing their worth with a cold, calculating gaze.

Power was his ultimate desire, and he sought to create strong heirs who would bear the prestigious Salvatore name. Breeding with humans, though occasionally satisfying, often resulted in weak offspring. Yet, there was a market for these lesser babies, and he sold them without mercy, always hungry for more wealth. Money, blood, sex, and power - these were the currencies of his dark existence.

Everyone and everything was a means to his ends. Women, both human and supernatural, were mere playthings to satisfy his insatiable desires. While he didn't personally breed with every individual, the thrill of sedating his victims, stripping them bare, and thrusting his cock into his victim, fucking them, was always intoxicating. He would use spells to ensure his potent seed stayed within their warm depths, relishing in their hatred, disgust, and helplessness. The moment of their climax, when their bodies betrayed them, was his ultimate triumph.

However, as he laid eyes upon the creature before him, a sense of intrigue washed over him. Her pale, slender frame lacked the curves and femininity he typically craved, but it was her scars that captured his attention. Bullet wounds, whip marks, lashings, and even the remnants of medical procedures adorned her body. She was far from ordinary; she was a hybrid, capable of longevity and defiance.

A spark of desire to dominate this extraordinary being ignited within him. She was his Mount Everest, the ultimate conquest in the realm of seduction. At two centuries old, she remained untouched, her purity intact. It was no surprise that such scars adorned her fragile form. 

He felt her body growing limp, the perfect heat of her feverish skin against his own. The scars that marred her body did not deter him; in fact, they only fueled his desire. She would be his own little fighter, his mate, worthy of him. He knew she had the strength, and he would ensure she would soon be fertile. His expertise in mental manipulation would be put to the test with her, but she was broken, jaded, and an easy target for him.

Turning to his men, he commanded, "Leave us. Go take a break or something. We'll continue our rounds later. This may take a few hours."

His men nodded, moving away and locking the door behind them. The boss would be able to leave, but the hybrid had to remain contained. Even in her sedated state, she could still be dangerous.

Damon began removing his clothes, anticipation coursing through his veins. He relished the thought of being one of the few to enjoy this experience. Once he was finished with her, this little hybrid would awaken to a new life. She would feel it, but have no memory of it, as she would be out like a light.

His arousal grew, his throbbing cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. He removed his shirt and jeans, forgoing any underwear. She was perfect, even in her thinness, and it could easily be remedied by feeding her. He spread her legs wider, revealing her small, tight pussy. He trusted two fingers inside, feeling the tightness and moisture. It was pure biology, devoid of any emotional connection. He refrained from breaking her hymen with his fingers.

When he felt her becoming lubricated, he withdrew his fingers and licked the strawberry champagne, tasting moisture from them. Climbing onto the cot, he positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his cock against her swollen lips. It felt heavenly, the anticipation building within him. With one forceful thrust, he entered her, tearing through her fragile membrane. The rush of blood nearly awakened his vampire side, igniting a hunger within him.

He started fucking her with increasing speed and force, feeling her tight walls gripping his cock. The pleasure began to consume him; the friction intensifying. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, but he had prepared a spell as well. With his lustful magic, he opened both of her wombs, readying them for what was to come. It wouldn't be long now.

His thrusts grew more frenzied, his balls pulsating. Panting heavily, he reached his climax, releasing a hot, potent seed into her womb. It was the first time in 200 years that anything had filled this woman's womb. 

Damon remained rock hard as the last jets were released. He took a deep breath, regaining his trust, and began ravishing her mercilessly. His thrusts were hard and fast, just the way he desired. Although she didn't stretch much, she wasn't too dry. She wouldn't climax due to the drug, but her body reacted eagerly. Damon leaned over her, biting and marking her.

He turned her head, exposing her slender neck, enticingly vulnerable. The sensation overwhelmed him, intensifying his orgasm. He thrust harder and deeper, marveling at how well she accommodated him. She was the perfect little plaything, bred and mated for him. He roared as his climax washed over him, and he leaned in, sinking his fangs into her delicate neck, eagerly drinking her blood. Tremors ran through him as he filled her defenseless wombs once again, stretching and preparing them.

His potent sperm, filled with various substances, would affect any woman. He was a master of lust and sex, a living breeding machine. He could impregnate any woman. Sometimes it took time, but not always. Her blood was hot and strong, and he greedily drained her. He remained rock hard and soon resumed his vigorous thrusting. She was simply too perfect to resist. It felt almost like coming home, her tight, hot pussy fulfilling a long-held desire. He only thought of himself, not her. His mate would awaken in her new state, being ravaged, drained, bitten, her pussy sore and filled with his seeds. She would feel them inside her for a long time, and this was not the last time he would possess her.

He did not keep count of how many times he exploded into her tight, hot cunt, filling her more and more. He finally withdrew, panting from sheer tiredness. He looked at her swollen, bloody pussy, wet and glistening. It looked like it had been properly fucked, just as it should. He wiped his cock in her underwear, leaving his scent on her clothes. She was paler now, her neck full of his bites. Even though she was supernatural, he had used his magic to ensure his bites would stay on her neck and skin, so she would feel who she belonged to.

Her belly was cute, clearly swollen. He could feel just how full both of her wombs were. He had filled her properly. Her feline womb, which was a two-horned womb, as well as her vampire womb, both were stretched, full of his seeds and substances already absorbing into her bloodstream. Her breasts were covered in bite marks, her nipples were out. He had sucked and bitten them, leaving his mark all over her body.

He left her naked, legs spread, so that her ravaged pussy would be seen by guards or whoever walked by. She would be out for quite a while, and who knows if he would be there to see when she woke up and felt her state? He walked up to his office, did a few paperwork, took her file, and looked through it. Oh, his little mate was the leader of the resistance against evil medical facilities. She was rich and had her contacts.

Damon mused to himself, "Pretty perfect wife material, of course. I won't ask. I say. When I get to teach her to be a perfect firecracker, willing to spread those legs of hers."

A few hours later, his second in command, number two, came in and said, "Boss, we have a little situation. We have groups of weaker shifters in heat, and we need to breed them."

Damon lifted his gaze, irritated, and said, "Fine, let's see then. We have the manpower to take care of them."

Number two said, "There's a minor complication. They are in their animal forms and won't change back, so we need to breed them in animal forms."

Damon raised his brows. Something was just not right, but this was a breeding facility, and heat and rutting time were his goal, so this would be a must. He stood up and soon walked up the main hall. They strolled to the cages where the heat was. It was like a zoo in there. Several ungulate species, a few birds, and not any feline or canine, but rodents and even a few bats were clearly in heat. They were restless, and the musk was almost overwhelming. 

Damon commanded his men in a chilling tone, "Let's utilize our breeding bulls here."

He directed his attention to the first man in the cage, a tall, scarred figure with black hair. This man was one of his breeding males, captured and transformed to carry Damon's seed within them. They were his means of impregnating those he desired while sparing others. As Damon gazed upon the drugged man in the cage, he noticed the implant in his spine, keeping him submissive and obedient, devoid of any will or resistance.

"You," Damon pointed to him, "will breed the antelopes until they conceive and take human form."

He shifted his focus to the blonde-haired man, also implanted, and declared, "I will transform you into a bat, and you will care for them."

With a snap of his fingers, the man transformed into a bat and was swiftly placed into a cage.

Approaching the next man, Damon stated, "You will tend to the birds, assisting them until they too transform."

With another snap of his fingers, and the man became a bird, carried away to his designated cage. Damon glanced at the felines, knowing they would soon be in heat, but pondered who was behind this plot. He vowed to uncover the truth and make an example out of them, teaching a lesson to all shifters.

Once the crisis was contained, Damon instructed a few of his men to construct a platform in the center of the space. He wanted every female to witness the events that would unfold, ensuring screens and cameras were installed for maximum visibility from each cage. When he discovered the female responsible for the chaos, she would become a public spectacle, a demonstration of what he would do. Damon, a dominant alpha, planned to prepare and claim her, turning her from a proud, independent figure into his submissive, pregnant mate. He relished the thought of having several such women under his control. 

He could detect the alluring scent of the pheromones emanating from the female, a subtle hint of peach that enticed him like a guiding light. It led him with an irresistible force, fueling his desire to find this particular specimen. He relished the thrill of the chase, reveling in the challenge she presented. As he drew closer, the scent grew more intense, heightening his anticipation. 

Together with his men, he traversed the rows of cages until they reached one that housed three females. Among them, one stood out, exuding a feisty aura that intrigued him. She possessed a commanding presence, her slender figure radiating a sense of perfection. Her striking green eyes mirrored a spark, reminiscent of Vivien Leigh. Her short, straight blonde hair had the potential to be transformed into a stunning cascade of long red locks, a simple adjustment that would enhance her beauty. 

Coming to a halt in front of her cage, he studied his future mate. Everything about her was just right, an ideal match for him. The anticipation of subduing her defiance, molding it into adoration and love for him, thrilled him to the core. He knew the art of making women fall under his spell, and with her, he felt an undeniable connection.

He yearned to claim her, to make her his and his alone. Deep down, he sensed that she too felt this connection, as if an invisible thread bound them together. Damon, skeptical of the concept of fate mates or soulmates, found himself inexplicably drawn to her, compelled to be a better version of himself. He longed to shower her with everything she deserved, but she would always be submissive to him, his cherished companion, not a mere pet or toy.