35. Born to Make You Happy.

Mariella endured a night of excruciating pain, plagued by fear and terror that flooded her mind. She felt drugged, her senses dulled, as if Damon's stabs and slashes were being inflicted upon her, his enjoyment derived from her suffering and confusion.

What had seemed alluring when Damon did it to Mimi now appeared terrifying, agonizing, and dreadful. There was no seduction, no pleasure; Mariella remained dry, devoid of any arousal. She had learned to control herself, refraining from casting spells on rings in an attempt to bind Damon to her.

Somehow, Mariella knew that Mimi had a blissful wedding night with Adam and Charles, which greatly upset Damon. The mere thought of those two caused his anger to surface. Uncertain of what the next day would bring, Mariella knew it would not be the same as the almost perfect first day. There had been good moments, but her manipulation had backfired, and she had learned her lesson that night too.

Damon's voice dripped with danger as he mocked her weakness, highlighting how she couldn't endure his treatment as long as Mimi could. How much better Mimi was at everything. Mariella had prevented Damon from being with Mimi, from showcasing his power, and now Mimi had a night of freedom, exactly how a wedding should be.

Still confused and groggy, Mariella regained consciousness, now fully drugged and sore. Damon assisted her in getting dressed, but her vision was blurry, and she was struggling to remain upright. Her mind was too clouded by the drugs for her to even attempt to rid herself of their effects. She had little knowledge of the kind of wedding Mimi had, and now she understood the difficulty of moving on after enduring a night of being stabbed and brutalized, her throat slashed repeatedly.

Damon reveled in pressing on her tender spots. She felt an odd mix of helplessness and fear for Damon. After a while, number two entered the room, in a similar state, emanating the scent of Mimosa's blood. He came to keep Mariella company while Damon went to see that Mimi was ready. Now, Mariella was unsure if Mimi would have any bruises or anything done to her as Damon had told her how much better Mimi was the whole night and he had been angry with Mariella. He had noticed how much Mariella had influenced this wedding and it was not supposed to be done that way. Dresses and everything. This side of Damon was not happy with her at all. 

I was lying on top of Charles, pretty worn out, and we had not yet even cleaned everything up. There were blood splatters, bloody daggers, a few floggers, and whips around. The boys were as loaded as ever and I had no idea that I had been again so damn loaded; it seemed that this damn vortex would not settle easily. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Adam cursed out oud, Charles muttered a fast cleaning spell, not even moving as the door opened, a faint trace of apple blossoms, the scent of Charles's magic hung in still in the air as Damon stepped in.

Damon now bore threat and with one look, Adam and Charles both started to scamper out of bed, hastily cleaning themselves with magic and going away to some other room to get ready for the day. I grabbed a sheet. I was still pretty damn limp and satisfied. Of course, Mr. salvatore being in that mood, was not happy with my state of being. He was not thrilled with me being all fucked to bits, happy and limp by Charles and Adam.

He said tersely, "Get up and shower. We don't have the whole day for you to laze in bed."

I slowly rose from the bed, clutching the sheet tightly around me as I made my way to the shower. As the warm water cascaded over my body, I examined myself in the mirror. I could still feel the lingering warmth of their bump in my abdomen and around my organs, a sensation I craved. Weighing less than 40 kilos, I knew I needed to be filled. Remarkably, there were no bruises or marks, except for the bite marks left by those two. Suddenly, Damon entered the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. I had no time to react as he came to me, injecting something into my heart and plunging me into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself heavily drugged and sore, unable to move. It took some time for my eyes to open and adjust to my surroundings. I was strapped to a table in the medbay. Nearby, there was a bucket filled with flushed-out bumps on the floor. My abdomen was still open, and Damon coolly inserted his own centrifuged, scented bump inside me.

I could feel the fullness spreading throughout my body, making my arms and legs feel heavy. Even my backside was filled. This substance was not jelly-like, so it would take time to absorb. Damon intentionally left my abdominal cavity slightly open as he continued to fill it with more bumps, causing my belly to bulge slightly before allowing it to heal. The drugs in my system kept me in a dazed state, and I realized that the bump must be laced or have sedative properties.

Damon remained silent as I felt a strange sensation in my pussy. It took a moment to comprehend that my womb and pussy were also filled to the brim with scented bumps. Now, I smelled as if I had engaged in intense sex and lots of it with Damon. He grunted happily as he inspected the marks left by Adam and Charles, biting off each one. The deep bites were decorated with bruises on my arms, resembling the aftermath of rough play.

Eventually, Damon helped me sit up and dressed me, carefully lifting my hair. However, before doing so, he brutally sank his fangs into my neck and drank my blood. With only three liters of my usual 55 liters remaining, he was clearly in need of a blood supply. My thoughts were borderline sarcastic as I tried to get my mind operating at all. Once he finished, the drugs kept me in a haze, unaffected by the lack of blood, meaning they were not in my blood but in my tissues more.

Damon proceeded to apply my makeup and put on my shoes, and the room spun as I struggled to regain my bearings. He adorned me with more of his own jewelry, marking me as his own. I have no idea where the jewelry from Adam and Charles had gone as they had been in this dresser. But now, he was no longer in a loving mood.

Whatever Mariella had done had caused a shift in his demeanor, leaving him quite irritable. I knew I had to behave properly, as this situation was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode. I did not need him to blow up. 

He took my dress as he had brought it. It was still a box. I had no idea where my wedding dress was, either. I had left it on the bench, but Charles had made a cleaning spell, meaning he might have moved it somewhere. 

My dress shimmered with a metallic sheen, its long and delicate fabric draped elegantly on my body. The deep shades of violet and black clung to me, accentuating my figure. Gone was the bulging belly, thanks to Damon's skillful fillings that pressed against my organs.

He hissed in my ear, his voice laced with danger, "Now, darlin', you've been properly filled and you smell just right. Let's see if you remember how to behave and stop gallivanting around with Jarod all day. And what's this job with Wulfe? Is he your new buddy? Remember, darlin', we still have unfinished nights together..."

I hoped that Damon wouldn't choose this moment to demonstrate his willingness to harm others. No need for him to show me how skillful he was in killing humans with flanks. We headed to breakfast, and Damon took a seat next to Mariella, who wore a white and violet metallic dress, adorned with lavish jewelry.

Meanwhile, I found myself sitting with Adam and Charles, both of them cautious around me, sniffing the air, assuming wild sexual encounters with Damon. It was effortless for him, being a powerful telepath and sire to these two, to make them believe his fabricated stories. I didn't have much appetite. My stomach was already filled to the brim by Damon's bump.

I had burped a few times, passionfruit-tasting burps, as my stomach digested the bump happily. I needed calories and his bump always satisfied that need. He was my biological half, my protector, so he knew my body best. I carefully kept my thoughts neutral, bordering on flattery, acknowledging his beneficial influence on my body, trying to appease him.

Mariella seemed a bit irritated, but she masked it with a smile. Damon, ever the manipulator, went to get something for her to eat, and in his absence, she flirted with a young waiter. I prayed that the boy wouldn't meet a tragic fate, though I kept my concern hidden. Damon's expression darkened as he returned and sat next to Mariella. His arm appeared lovingly draped around her back, but in reality, he had a firm grip on her hair, pulling it slightly as he whispered something into her ear, causing her complexion to turn pale.

After breakfast, they strolled off to discuss matters, and it was clear that Mariella needed extra attention to learn how to behave. It was true, that she seemed infatuated with Damon, but I had noticed a few subtle movements whenever she received another sedative injection, administered discreetly into her flank, right into her lung.

I was too very calm, but walking mostly alone and I saw Mimosa and Shadow walking. There was number two walking next to them and they were too very calm. Oh, what a wedding this pack knows how to have a flank wedding with several females, too. I was not thinking about the wedding night, not at all. Even our night had been very wild. Adam and Charles had just gotten me sucked dry, so to speak, as Damon had come. So it was very challenging for these two to be like they were calm and nonchalant, but they were brimming with power that they had sucked from me. 

I had lost track of time, unaware of how many hours I had been walking under the influence of this disorienting substance inside me. Suddenly, a group of women and a few men approached me. The air was thick with an aura of dark energy, as I could sense the witches among them attempting to mutter curses. One man reached out to grab my arm, but I instinctively pulled away, catching a glimpse of his sinister gaze. It felt as if I was being pursued by an evil scientist, and these individuals were determined to capture me.

My mind was sluggish, but I managed to utter a curse under my breath, fueled by a growing sense of desperation. The magic house had been infiltrated, and whoever had obtained that ring, the one Mariella had intended for them to use, had cast the wrong spell. It was a spell of love, but of the wrong kind, designed to bind Damon to Mariella and leave me vulnerable and alone, an easy target. These intruders, however, seemed unaware of their mistake, and now I realized that if Wulfe hadn't warned me, they might have succeeded in capturing me.

Frantically, I surveyed my surroundings, realizing that I was in the wrong section of the garden. Time was of the essence, and I needed to act swiftly. I wasn't Mariella, and even in my sedated state, the lessons I had learned from Damon and Charles kicked in. I reached deep within myself, tapping into my inner killer instinct, allowing it to rise to the surface. It was an instinct I desperately needed.

Mariella had endured being drugged for far too long, and she had finally reached her breaking point. She had disposed of the drugs and confronted Damon, expressing her frustration. "It's Mimi's turn now, son. I've had enough. Where is that girl, anyway?"

Damon scanned the area, responding, "This decision is mine, darlin', not yours. But fine, you see, Mimi has been given a sedative-laced bump, rendering her harmless."

They continued walking, but soon Damon's swearing filled the air. Other members of the Salvatore family joined them, and Damon informed Mariella, "The magic house has been infiltrated. That ring was part of their plan to capture Mimi. Come on."

In an instant, they teleported to the back of the castle, hidden from prying eyes. Damon swiftly cast a concealment spell to further secure our location. 

Mimi stood amidst what appeared to be a battlefield, the metallic scent of blood hanging in the air. Her dress was stained with crimson, a visual testament to the seven lifeless bodies of humans, witches, and evil scientists surrounding her. As Damon observed, he could sense the overwhelming presence of her dark side, unleashed and fully embracing its power as it mercilessly slaughtered these individuals.

Beside Damon, Mariella exclaimed in disbelief, "Oh my god, she is a force to be reckoned with. How can we bring her back to her senses?"

But before they could even contemplate their next move, they realized that their bodies were immobilized. Emerging from the shadows, a figure stepped forward - Wulfe. He approached Mimi, engaging in conversation with her while gently brushing her disheveled hair. Suddenly, Mimi collapsed onto the ground, her body limp and lifeless.

Wulfe took a moment to gaze at her motionless form before turning his attention towards Damon and addressing him, in a condescending voice, "My boy, you have much to learn. She will sleep for ten days, and whether or not she awakens with that side dormant is entirely up to her. I am merely aiding her, not coercing her. You cannot rouse her, so the responsibility falls upon you, little princess."

Wulfe's voice carried a mocking tone as he glanced at Mariella, leaving her feeling vulnerable.

Being ancient, he continued, "To ensure your husband's happiness, my unicorn shall remain dormant, both day and night. And in the future, take better care of her. Just because she has ceased being the savior of the innocent does not mean there are not others with less noble intentions towards her. Keep her safe and tend to her needs. She appears frail and pale, while you, princess, are well-fed and cared for. Yet you had the audacity to be envious of her."

They had no time to respond as Wulfe vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving them in stunned silence.