5. It's A Heartache.

I was alone, my heat went on. On its own, no need to put in on. I had the need to be fucked, no dildo, crawler, or my own fingers helped things. I knew that I was supposed to get male sperm inside me, and there would be ingredients that my body needed. But as it was, these substances were impossible to synthesize and should always be delivered to females naturally.

But since Damon had left, with no way of reaching him, Adam was busy and Bran, no, Samuel, had never shown any enthusiasm to care for my heat, so that wasn't an option. But I decided to try abstinence. It should theoretically work and the heat should then go off when not turned on, meaning no substances were given and the heat would kind of die off, but again, I was unique and what works for others might not work for me. It might work, but the name of the game is you don't know. I thought of asking Adam's opinion on this.

I then called Adam, who cursed and said, "I can't get out of here yet. If you're in pain, see if it helps that you take baths. If you feel impossible, then see if Samuel or Bran are available."

I decided I'd rather suffer through a uterus infection than call Bran. But that's not what I told Adam.

Damien was happy. This was going as it should. Mimi's heat would be on, before Damon gets there, meaning Mimi would be already furious he had manipulated Damon to go fucking other women, and now he had gotten him to bring those other women in the house. Human women and fuck them all over the house, he had given an idea to Damon that since he had share sometimes Mimi with Adam in bed, then Mimi should learn to share him too. So he would bring other women and fuck them, too.

Damien had used Damon's rage to do this. When Damon had gotten those werewolves in trouble so Adam would be busy, Mimi had been baking, and once again, Damon had to curb her cravings and explain things to her. Watch all the time what she ate. He had made Damon irritated over Mimi's behavior and let him be fed up with always watching what she ate.

So there would be some good blowup coming along if Mimi would start to scream at Damon. He had manipulated Damon to scream back at her. Straight to her face. So no lovey-dovey couplings for those two. And then he would get in surface and Mimi had a session booked with him into the shed. 

I was furious. I was in a rut; I was always cranky, hormonal, irritated, and awkward anyway. I had now been suffering from the heat symptoms for three days, and now on the fourth day, it started to ease up, and then Mr. Salvatore came into the house with some army of little pussies and started fucking them all over the house. I was silent, and I thought I was going to explode, and I was going to explode big time.

The three days I have had were the most painful days of my life because there was pain and a lot of pain. No bath helped, and the dental substance that I found in med bays did not help, no matter how strong the painkillers it was.

But now it was getting easier and I wouldn't put this heat on again. I decided to leave and went upstairs to pack. I know Bran has said not to go out in public with the heat, but I decided to stay in the car and drive straight to the other house.

Damon came to the door looking in, smelling of strange women and sex. He had no shirt on. I could smell pussy juices all over him and it made me nauseous, and I was fuming already. 

He stepped into the room. Started to open his belt, and he said, "Well, baby, let's get to work, shall we? Are you in heat yet? "

I was silent, as if I hadn't heard the whole question. He repeated it irritably. "Well, answer me, and why in god's name you are packing a suitcase?"

Then I exploded and said, "My heat is off now. No fucking heat with you. This is about to be settled. Go fuck that slut army you brought with you. How dare you bring those fucking bitches here? I thought you had some important job to do, but no, you had to go and sink into the pussy sea? Well, fucking stay there and don't talk to me. I had the most painful three days because you decided to teach me yet another lesson, right? You knew that my heat would go on before the week had gone by and did you really think that I would wait for you, begging to be fucked, with my legs spread when it suits you to fuck me? Or did you have in mind to get together with some witches again and use me as a fertility statue? It was obvious that you did this to me out of spite, out of jealousy."

Damon was silent and came into the room, lifted me by the throat onto the wall, and said, "You never learn how to talk to a husband. You should know by now that I can hurt you and for good, too. "

I took a breath and didn't say anything, but I didn't back down either. 

He put me down and said, " You don't know, Mimi, how fucking demanding you are, I can't spend all my time babysitting and watching every fucking mouthful you eat, or waiting for you to possibly be free to spend time with me, but no. I called many times and always that damn answering machine. You probably saw that it was me who was calling and decided that work comes first. There's always been a third party in this marriage, and that's your precious fleas. You have time for them, but not for your husband. I should make an appointment to be with you. What comes to my friends? I have to share you with Adam, in bed too. I think it is time for you too to learn to share me. I have the right to bring more company for me if I choose to. You should really think about how to be the wife for once, not Adam's little pussy or leader of your goddamn organization. I am nothing to you. "

His voice was dark, angry, and bitter. Oh fuck, this one tore me up. How this dare to accuse me and demand that he could bring and fuck others into the house. 

I turned to Damon properly and slammed him against the wall and kept my forearm firmly on his neck and said in a fucking dangerous voice, "I fucking spent six months in New Jersey. Magnum knew, Samuel knew, and probably if you had wanted, you would have known, too. I called you back, more than you called me. I told you where I am, and what I am doing, and I did invite you to come over more than once. We don't have a marriage because, officially, in marriage, you don't cheat. We can be married, but it's just a paper and a ritual. It doesn't mean a fucking thing to you because you don't believe in it. I work to help others. Can you tell me that you fucking your way through every slut in Chicago helps anyone but yourself? Go fuck yourself somewhere else and don't always turn this around on me. I didn't put this shit on myself, and I didn't promise to come and take care of it. I am not sharing, I never will and you can be a hell of sure about that, too. If you want to fuck others, go ahead, but this stunt was so petty, so cruel that I don't want to look at you even."

My voice kept going as I hissed at him. My rage was about to boil over and properly so.

" Guess what, Salvatore. I've suffered through hell in my life and come back from it more or less. What about one broken heart? What does it matter if you don't care? I knew you got those men in trouble when you found out Adam and I were in bed, you probably spied on my thoughts and found out our plan to have a good time and you just can't take it I can be happy with someone else, you jealous traitor. Go back to your cunts. I do not know what in the world was going through your mind. To put me through this, to your own wife and then, being some nearly underage, big boobed idiots, come at me smelling like their cunts and demand that I give you some. I have lost my faith in you, at least what comes to taking care of my heat, and if it's so damn demanding to be with me, so fuck off. At least Adam never complains. To him, true alpha, it is clear as day to take care of me. Go be the fucking machine that you are. "

I let go of my grip and resumed my packing. I was still fuming and badly.

Damien was happy. This was perfect and both of them said exactly what was needed in order for this relationship to take a good hit. When Damon started to reel in his mind his actions, Damien took over, he disguised his smell at first. Soon, he would have once again his pleasure, and his little medical experiment would go on.

Damon was silent for a moment and said," Damn, you were so quick, I could have sworn I was going to blow up the facility while you were inside, and baby, oh, I've been collecting those devices for quite some time now and modifying them, with that attitude if you keep it up for even a second you'll get to try them out, and then when I get you in shape you won't sleep, I'll just keep you chained to the bed. I will make you a wonderful challenge for me, but I have this nifty little substance that empties my teeth, so no teeth in neck treatment, and then, baby, I will take care of you, as I like or feel like. As I have the right to decide all of your medical treatment. It can be that you will need good jellying in some time when I am making you better."

His voice was quiet, dangerous, and just enough to make me sneer all over again.

I slammed Damon against the wall again, kicked him onto his balls and hard, making him grunt in pain, and said," So you fucking admit you came to sabotage that gig. Guess if you're coming to any gigs with me at least. That privilege is now revoked. As for your little gadgets, you can always talk. Talk is cheap, and the way you are behaving now, I'd say pussy takes priority over me."

I let go of my grip. Damon walked to the door, turned around, and said, " Well, you see for yourself. You can't say I didn't warn you here once. It's just not always nice to warn."

He smelled still as passionfruit and now, with these threats, I was not so sure if he meant them or was this was just a bluff. But if he were in fucking machine mode, there would be no danger. And no smell of wet dog, so this was not Damien. 

Then he thankfully left, and soon I heard the sea of pussy and Damon driving away. I saw the car leave the yard, too. I called Jarod and told him the whole fucking thing. He was as stunned as ever about Damon. Neither of us could get a grip on him.

Damon's a weird one, isn't he? But I didn't have the energy to go through it again. We spoke things over because now there hadn't been a smell of wet dogs, so no Damien, and would Damon himself do shed session to me, torture and weaken me?

Jarod said what I didn't want to hear "You know, flea, there is always that possibility that Damien is just part of Damon and he has been toying with you since his big reveal. Damien could be real too, but you need to get evidence and proper too, in one way or another." 

After a couple of days, when the heat had completely subsided, I left for Vermont. There would probably be a couple of gigs there or one decent PR gig, though. I was so fucking angry. Damon had been truthful, but it was not easy to care for me, watch me eat whatever, be more like almost guardian or parent than an actual husband, and I was sometimes married almost to my work. Knowing Damon's jealousy, it was not easy for him to know that most of my nearest were men. Jake and Rob were probably the worst stressors for him. Maybe I did drive him into the arms of other women.