Waking up as a mother, I found immense joy in raising my children on my own terms. I quickly saw an opportunity to capitalize on this freedom. With a few subtle suggestions to Wulfe, I set a plan in motion: he would keep the men occupied for about six weeks, effectively removing most of the males. This left the girls and me – a total of nine – to rule the house, with me at the helm.
The question then became, what did I do with this power? I realized that Mariella, a creature driven by lust, needed it to fuel her transformation. My plan was to cultivate her lust, but not without a cost. Wulfe, acting on a small hint from me, swiftly took control of the first two Salvatores and cruelly but pleasurably tortured Mariella for a considerable amount of time. This ignited her lust. Simultaneously, I pushed two of Salvatore's men into a frenzy, knowing they were powerless against Wulfe's strength.
Naked and strapped into collectors, their hardened cocks churned, releasing their bumps into tanks. Meanwhile, Wulfe caressed and abused Mariella, eliciting moans, intense orgasms, and screams of pain, all while intensifying her lust. He also worked on the two Salvatore men, turning them into relentless fucking machines.
The climax of the encounter arrived when Wulfe took control, breaking Mariella's resistance with lustful domination. Imagine the scene: Mariella, on her hands and knees, head bowed, feeling the crawler in her ass, wriggling, causing her to pant. Wulfe mounted her, brutally fucking her, slapping her ass, cracking her ribs, and using pet names like "dove" and "dear" devoid of any affection, only dark possession. The best part, I could feel it. Being Wulfe, he wanted to incorporate a bit of vampire tradition.
He asked Mariella, "Will you be mine to ruin?"
She agreed.
Then, "Will you be mine to use as I see fit?"
Again, she assented. Wulfe had used a spell to silence Damon, and even they, not particularly knowledgeable in vampire customs, were unaware of the depth of Wulfe's knowledge. Many of these customs, or at least some of them, had been created by him.
His final question was, "Will you spread your legs to me whenever I need, or command?"
Mariella, still ignorant of her education, agreed. Wulfe then slashed his wrist, creating a special symbol on Mariella's back, between her shoulders, ensuring it would be visible in open-back dresses. He sealed the deal with his blood. Mariella was now and permanently his lover, his mistress, his to use whenever Wulfe commanded.
It's always wise to remember that old creatures often enjoy such rituals. This led to the next phase of my plan. My original intention was to trigger a mating frenzy, but my unwilling donation had activated Mariella's certain powers, emotional ones, her messy alpha power, and her chaotic white power. These needed to be sorted and cleaned, a process that wouldn't be easy or painless.
This would, of course, trigger a vampire heat for her, meaning men would be occupied for weeks, though I didn't mind; I had girls, mine and Mariella's. Following Charles' explanation, we gathered to create a kind of powwow, mapping out our course of action.
Entering one of my larger lounges, a space I often used, I summoned the girls. They were eager to see me, settling onto the sofas and watching me intently, ready to listen and obey. My alpha side was thoroughly enjoying this. I was becoming accustomed to my role as packleader, and the position suited me exceptionally well.
This time, my lounge was decorated in shades of silver and light blue, perhaps a bit Christmassy, but not overly ornamental. It created the illusion of an ice cave or an ice queen's throne room. The velvet-upholstered sofas were from a New York castle, and my special chair had been brought from Qatar.
Briefly, I considered where I would live once this was over, as it would likely be my time, a time for myself. The pack would most likely relocate to the Azores or somewhere else. However, there was also my organization, my responsibilities, and all those who hadn't participated in this venture. They might capitalize on my time – not a bad idea at all.
Silvery curtains shimmered in the soft golden light of the evening as I sat, refocusing and considering where to begin, what to say, and how to organize, optimize, and enjoy this time. "Well now, let's start by addressing a simple truth: failure isn't the opposite of success, but a part of it. So don't think of this time as a failure, but as a success, as we make it work. You know, happiness requires effort; it doesn't come automatically, regardless of your desire. But, let's create some happiness here, now. It's likely the men will be occupied for four to six weeks, and we have eight infants to care for. I suggest you bring up Mariella's triplets, and we'll live in our wing most of the time, for a few reasons."
Rosie nodded, and Ashley did the same. My girls were a little more... well, like me. May rolled her eyes, Emmylee sighed impatiently, Vivianne looked as though she was waiting for me to get to the good part, and Lily sat there with an expression that almost screamed, "Really? Old news, move on." My girls could be impatient sometimes.
I sighed, considering their expressions, and continued, "Now, we'll have to make do with what we have. This means it will be an intense time, as the babies' needs will grow, and there are only a limited number of us. I'll try to ensure each of you gets some sleep; I can go without for a long time, no problem there. We will also make plans for introducing solids, feeding the babies, bathing them, and establishing a routine. Of course, when the men return, they might rebel or try to change the routine, but surely we can show them the benefits for the babies, not to flex our muscles."
May muttered, "Oh, you can talk, but Mom, be honest, this is you flexing your muscles and showing everyone just how freaking powerful you are!"
I smiled and nodded, "It's partly that, and partly not, but fear not, we'll get there. I have video cameras and normal cameras for us to record every moment as much as we can. If the men have problems with us, it's their problem, not ours."
Rosie said, "Fine, we can go on without sleep too, but what's the plan here? I mean, you have your shop to think about, and I'm not sure if we can keep it open so much, maybe an online shop, but do we have time to..."
I raised my hand to stop her worrying and said, "One of you can handle the shop. The babies sleep a lot, and we can manage. We'll keep the shop open, but with limited hours, and give out cards with my phone number and email. This means I can make stuff here too; they can collect it from here or from the shop. Let's see, even if it's one day or three days a week, what we can manage. Just tell me if it's too much. Now, it will help us as we establish a routine for the babies, meaning trying to get them to sleep and wake at the same times, so we have clear times of day when to cook or do other things as the babies sleep. It will help us move forward too. We will start to bring them to the table and eat near them, just to gauge if they are interested in food and what stage they're at. And once they start to eat, it's another level of mess."
I rolled my eyes as I recalled just how impossible my four were.
"You know what," I smiled, "things will be different when the males arrive. First, their lust will be awakened, and then, my dear other half was a little sly again and did one tiny thing that might set Damon off, meaning he will be extremely possessive of Mariella. I must say, Wulfe did good. He took Mariella as his concubine, his lover, his mistress, and knowing Wulfe, binding them in an unbreakable way."
Emmylee said, "But... but he will be livid! I mean, he will make absolutely sure Wulfe is nowhere near... Oh, I see. Clever indeed, and a good fucking lesson for Mariella, and for a long time."
Rosie asked, "What do you mean?"
Vivian said, "Well, Damon, number one, has always, or at least for a very long time, seen Mom as a possession. Surely he had love for her, but it had been a long, long time since Mom was something he needed to rule over, not love. And now... well, Wulfe's little trick puts Mariella in the same position. Mariella isn't hurt, but she has a claim, Wulfe's claim. And you know Dad, he can be tense when he needs to be, and now most of his time will be focused on the fact that Mariella is his, not by love, but just that she *is* his. He will treat her more as a possession from now on, as love won't be enough, not when Mariella has Wulfe, or a choice between the two."
Ashley said, "Right for Mariella, I must admit, I truly must, she's been a pampered little princess for too long while Dad has played with her and never bothered to put her in her place. Well, with Wulfe being in the mix now, I must say, Mom, you did well."
She was slightly hesitant about calling me Mom, but I just nodded. I could be Mom to all of them; it was natural for me. By the time the men and Mariella returned, my family and I would have had so much fun. Now, Damon would make sure Wulfe would stay away from Mariella, leaving Wulfe free to be with me, or at least that was the most likely scenario, but we would see it then once the men returned.
"You don't regret your idea of turning the pack into a lust-filled frenzy, right?" Emmylee asked. "I mean, we could use the help, and sure, we can manage, but why limit yourself?"
I rolled my eyes. My girls were perceptive, but sometimes, they were a bit slow.
"My girl, Wulfe has been... preoccupied with me for weeks. I haven't had a dry spell, but a very active one. Mariella, our lust queen, has had a drier spell than the Sahara, and it might be affecting her. I just don't know, so I ensured she gets lust and sex. It might make her a little less manipulative. Besides, Wulfe has a hold on her. My guess is he knows things about her mistresses, and so he can control Mariella somewhat more. As for Damon, our number one and two, maybe this will shake them out of their laziness and make them function. The other Salvatores might get a chance to shine, so to speak. I have a plan in place for them, too, but first, we'll see what's going on once they get back. If my little plan works, Adam and Charles, as well, the boys, can get some action. And Mariella, being the sole creature with a nice set of... holes, will be used, and then some. Adam has found his balls as a husband, and Charles too, so they will demand time with her, making her very well used, meaning the males decide, not her pussy. That's the gist of it."
Emmylee pursed her lips, pondering what I'd just said. She was like me in some ways, meaning change wasn't easy for her, but sometimes, it's the only way to move forward and make things happen.
First, I began outlining our next steps. We needed to create a temporary nursery for Mariella's babies, making it easy to connect her nursery to one of the rooms here. I assigned Emmylee and Rosie to handle that task. Meanwhile, May and Vivian were tasked with checking on the snakes and documenting their results, while also uploading pictures of the ones we planned to sell to the website.
My focus would be on food preparation, making meals for several days. Daisy, Britney, Ashley, and Lily would be on baby care duty. I would prepare bottles or load the bottling machine. I also had blood in reserve, along with my own milk, which I would mix with a touch of "Bump" from Salvatore's, the rest being formula.
We'd also need to monitor diaper usage and sizing, as I'd observed variations between brands. We would sing, talk to, and cuddle the babies as much as possible, as I'd promised to demonstrate how to safely carry them using wraps; I had several scarves reserved for that purpose. Oh, life could be so sweet when everything went just right and our plan was a full-on success. Sure, I was a damn manipulative bitch, but I regretted nothing.