Wulfe smiled lazily as he approached his victim. Mimi, a female vampire, was securely bound to the bed, her lace dress ripped open to reveal her naked body. Her eyes blazed with anger, and snarls erupted from her mouth as she struggled to break free.
Wulfe calmly placed his gear on the table, where a crystal goblet, various sex toys, a nasogastric kit, and several bags of super-strong blood already lay waiting.
Wulfe's plan was, in essence, quite straightforward. While nothing in life is truly simple, this endeavor felt remarkably achievable. It wasn't to say it would be easy or quick, but it was certainly doable.
Wulfe hadn't personally undertaken such a task before, but his recent immersion in medical knowledge, coupled with his deep exploration of Mimi's mind, had revealed her triggers and insecurities. He understood how much she relied on her powers to maintain control, making this course of action almost imperative.
He glanced around the bedroom, now transformed from its former pastel-hued sanctuary. Heavy red velvet curtains draped the windows, black rugs lined the floor, and a golden sheet covered the bed. A canopy with black lacy curtains now hung above it. Wulfe had used his magic to convert the room into a den befitting a vampire's desires.
The air was thick with his scent – old books, orchids, and something ancient and almost forbidden. This perfumed atmosphere only intensified the female vampress's snarls as she realized she was no longer the predator in this scenario but the prey. This was a position she detested, yet it was all unfolding precisely according to plan.
Normally, vampires exhibit both lust and a thirst for blood, as seen with Damon. He would often have sex with his victims before draining them dry. However, Mimi's vampire side developed differently due to her evolution, not a traditional turning. Since Damon and other elder vampires weren't present to guide her from the beginning, her inherent linkage between lust and blood never formed.
Instead, her vampire side craved blood and pain, a reflection of her difficult and increasingly harsh life. Consequently, the connection was not between lust and blood, but between her power to inflict pain and her need for blood. In essence, she transformed into a beastly, bloodthirsty creature solely focused on inflicting maximum suffering on her prey before draining them. Furthermore, because Damon had turned her into a feeder from supernatural beings, each feeding made her stronger, reinforcing this disturbing link.
Now, if Wulfe had been there from the start, he would have prevented this outcome. It was unhealthy for Mimi, making her feel like the beast that her vampire side truly was. This feeling caused her vampire side to become a separate entity in her mind, as she rejected this aspect of herself, clinging to her humanity and her desire to be good. Her instincts to save and rescue clashed too intensely with this dark facet, leading to the birth of "the bitch."
However, Wulfe is now initiating his plan to reintegrate this "bitch" persona into Mimi, intending to make her accept it and sever the link between inflicting pain and feeding. He plans to establish a new connection, one more fitting for the lust pack once he can even slightly establish this link.
This process will require time, but their current situation within this pocket universe is a blessing. It prevents Mimi from accessing suitable victims and makes her more manageable by limiting temptations. Nevertheless, this endeavor will demand considerable time, effort, and unwavering tenacity.
Wulfe drawled lazily, "Hmm, you are a tasty meal. I must say so."
He slashed her arm open again, draining her blood into his crystal glass. Sipping it, he savored the rich, warm taste and felt her powers surge within him. He had cast several small spells, and crystals surrounded her, preventing her from manipulating her blood or infusing it with mental commands.
Wulfe had been drinking her blood for hours, intensifying her bloodlust, making her irate and snarling. His goal was to make her lose as much control as possible, weakening her grip on her bloodlust. This desperation would ensure that when the next phase of his plan commenced, she wouldn't be strong enough to resist his reprogramming.
His intention was that her extreme desperation for blood would lead her to do almost anything to obtain it. However, she would only receive blood through a nasogastric tube, triggered by a reaction Wulfe aimed to induce – an orgasm.
This vampire was not lustful; while she could seduce, look alluring, and promise novel experiences, she lacked any desire for carnality, sex, or orgasms. This absence was her vulnerability, and Wulfe intended to exploit it. As the link between sex and blood is paramount to vampires, and she was missing it, Wulfe planned to reprogram this connection into her.
This would help Mimi cope with her bloodlust, allowing her to feel less like a beast and more like a lust-beast, able to sip blood while engaging in wild sexual encounters, as vampires are known to do. Wulfe recalled that Damon had previously attempted to establish this link but hadn't focused on it, and it had only occurred sporadically amidst the drama involving other females, Mariella, and their complicated lives.
However, once Wulfe successfully established this link, he would reveal it to the Salvatores who desired Mimi, specifically numbers five and two. They would then ensure the link grew stronger and stronger, perhaps eventually erasing the "bitch" from within her, at least to the point where Mimi would experience amnesia upon resurfacing. This would allow Mimi to gain control, feel less like a beast, and truly embody the vampire she was meant to be.
He had drained her considerably, and it was soon time for the fun part. He began to arouse her, making her come against her will. Only when she orgasmed would she receive her dose of blood, and she hated it. At least, she hated this vampire part. Wulfe suspected, however, that at some point Mimi might regain a bit of control and even cooperate. She might even arouse herself, using her lust.
But for now, Wulfe was going to enjoy this naked female vampiress and her body. Oh, how he would make her cum over and over again. Then, when she realized the connection, it would be perfect – so incredibly perfect that it would almost make his soul sing. He was going to rule this uppity little bitch who thought she was the most dangerous creature there.
Wulfe took out a nasogastric kit and walked up to the head of the vampiress. She was cussing and hissing under her breath, her fangs gleaming, large, and sharp. Her nails were uselessly long, black, and poisonous, but she was too well tied down.
"Oh, you think you are so damn... how would I say this... hmm, let me think of a very fancy word for it. Yeah, inimical. You think you are an inimical creature, even to me, right? Well, you really aren't. You see, one gains a lot of experience with different threats when one is as old as I am. So, in my book, you're more like refractory. Even in your vampire form, you're quite pulchritudinous. Don't get me wrong; I'm a man, and I have eyes. Your body is quite perfect, and it will be my absolute pleasure to deal with you soon enough."
As he spoke, he swiftly inserted the nasogastric tube, keeping the female vampiress immobile with a simple spell. He wasn't thinking of her as Mimi, his unicorn, not yet anyway. This was her vampire side, a separate being, and he didn't want to confuse Mimi yet.
Even the vampiress had Mimi's face, though a bit more refined, dangerous, and vampiric. She was as lithe and predatory as Mimi, but her skin's vampiric paleness and her overall demeanor made her something other than his precious unicorn, for now at least.
However, her perky breasts, toned body, quivering muscles, and almost insolent, proud pussy peeking between her strong thighs beckoned him to dominate, rule, and pleasure her.
Wulfe's voice, both pleasurable and dominant, carried a hint of amusement as he explained, "This is rather simple, you see. I have a big bag of blood, but there's a catch. I've cast a spell that will give you a dose of this nectar, which includes my blood. Your reaction is precisely what I need, and you won't be able to fake it. Consequently, you'll learn, and I can pretty much guarantee you won't like it, but I will provoke a reaction."
As he spoke, he slowly undressed, clearly enjoying the expression on the female vampire's face.
"You truly intend to use my body for your pleasure?" she snarled, her voice laced with defiance. "Fine, go ahead. It's not my thing. You men are all the same."
Wulfe permitted her to speak, but a flick of his fingers silenced her once more. "Shh now, my petal," he purred. "I will soon grant you the ability to beg, and I can assure you, you will."
Wulfe then retrieved several tiny vials of arousal oils from Mimi's kits. A smile played on his lips as he, now naked, dipped a fingertip into one of the oils and smeared it onto the female vampire's neck, near her pheromone glands.
She drew a sharp breath, her eyes flashing, their inky blackness deepening, veins webbing around them. Despite her outward reaction, she felt it. He pressed his strong body against hers but didn't thrust into her, even though her legs were strapped open. No, this was about prolonging the experience and eliciting the maximum reaction.
He nibbled her neck and blew gently on her pheromone glands, feeling her breathing accelerate. He then moved slightly lower on her body, reaching for another vial of oil. He dabbed it onto her nipples, causing them to jut out, pink and eager.
Her neck flushed, and she struggled to suppress or ignore the sensations coursing through her body. Wulfe's skillful tongue traced the underside of her left breast, lightly skimming her areola, and her breath hitched again. However, he still denied her touch.
He let her feel his arousal, and she squirmed slightly beneath him, fighting the growing darkness within her body, her need for friction, the heat building in her pussy, and the yearning of her nipples to be touched.
He then applied the next oil between her breasts, still avoiding her nipples, which were now a dark, eager pink and jutting out even more. Her breathing became erratic as she attempted to snarl, but Wulfe's spell kept her silent.
She could do nothing but feel Wulfe's skillful lips on her belly and sides, his hot, dominant hands exploring her body and denying sensations her body yearned for. Helpless, she could only feel everything: arousal growing, her pussy tightening, her hips jerking more desperately.
Though her bloodlust was present, another feeling emerged, one she tried desperately to deny. She fought against orgasm, against surrendering to pleasure, but her body, not always obedient to her mind, pleaded with Wulfe to escalate, to release her, to grant her explosion.
Wulfe's warm tongue dipped into her navel, making her squirm slightly. The heady scent of dark champagne wafted through the air, intensifying her reluctant arousal. Wulfe then permitted her to speak.
She snarled, but the sharpest threat was missing from her voice. "You can make my body react, but it doesn't make me weak; it's just biology."
Wulfe chuckled and reached for another vial. This time, he dipped it and dabbed it on the insides of her thighs, causing them to tremble. She cursed under her breath, trying not to react, not to feel.
The next vial contained an even stronger oil. Wulfe lightly dabbed it on her outer pussylips, making her pussy shudder and her hips jerk. The smell of her arousal grew in the air. She wanted, needed more touching.
Wulfe blew into her pussy, and she gasped, "You are a torturer, nothing but a torturer."
Wulfe's amused reply was, "This is the best kind of torture. Please, you can beg and plead; maybe I'll ease you up."
The female vampire was not at all impressed. This put Wulfe in complete control, leaving her powerless—something she detested. She was meant to dominate, to drain blood from her victims, not to be subjected to skillful male hands, sensations coursing through her body that were alien yet undeniably weakening. Paradoxically, these sensations seemed to empower Mimi, her core persona, so to speak.
Wulfe's tongue glided over her silky, hot skin as he savored her perfect taste. He knew exactly what he was doing. As he licked the insides of her thighs, he noticed moisture seeping between her pussy lips, which resembled the delicate petals of an exotic and rare orchid. His skilled tongue finally reached her pussy, nibbling her clit.
Although she remained quiet and tried to control her body, Wulfe smirked to himself. After several minutes, he heard the whirring of the infusion pump delivering her first blood dose, just as her orgasm struck her like a tsunami. Despite her efforts to hide it, Wulfe's combination of skill and technology was flawless—they would work no matter what.
This only spurred Wulfe to plunge his tongue deeper into her velvety depths, causing her hips to jerk even more. His mouth transformed this haughty vampire woman into a needy slave, unable to do anything but explode time after time.
All the power was now firmly in Wulfe's hands. Mimi had actually been the one to teach him this. She had shown him that although humans often believe that a female performing oral sex on a male gives the male power, it is in fact the female's mouth that rules the man, not the other way around.
Despite human males trying to spin it differently, one could use a female's mouth as a mere cocksleeve, but the pleasure would not be the same; it would be a crude act born from immature desire to diminish the female.
The true power, Mimi had taught him during moments when she tortured him and others with her incredibly skilled mouth, was a valuable lesson. Now, Wulfe was using that lesson to his advantage by demonstrating to Mimi's vampire side just how weak she truly was when handled correctly.
This was not like Damon's crude attempts to force her into submission through rough sex, which usually required Mimi to maintain some form of control. This time, with Mimi's pure vampire side exposed and her self-control nowhere in sight, Wulfe's skilled domination through pleasure was his masterpiece.