Damon struggled to open his eyes and move; that was the first sensation he felt as his mind began to awaken. Upon opening his eyes, he saw Wulfe beside him, shackled, naked, and highly aroused, just as he was. His cock was throbbing.
The room was dimly lit, smelling faintly of strawberries, exotic flowers, and something else he couldn't quite place. Damon's skin felt sensitive, and despite his efforts, he couldn't break free. As he became more aware, he realized he didn't actually want to escape; instead, he was curious to discover what this was all about.
Wulfe spoke from beside him, "I mean, I'm not entirely sure this is what I want, but it seems even I have scarily little option here. Fuck, I'm not used to being this powerless, this vulnerable."
Damon grunted, trying to get a better look at the room while devising escape plans, but nothing worked. He knew this was Mimi's doing, and he was about to experience what she had done to Adam. His cock jerked at the mere thought of being this damn helpless, and he resigned himself to accepting whatever she had planned.
He knew he was skilled with his mouth, but he couldn't use his energies, yet his mouth would be more than enough. However, he was determined not to be as compliant as Adam had been.
Suddenly, soft music began to play, and Damon recognized Annie's song. He couldn't pinpoint the sound system, but the music was gentle, yet seductively alluring, amplifying his helplessness. The door opened, and he turned his head towards it, seeing Mimi and Mariella walking in. They wore only shimmering fabric, almost veils, which offered him a tantalizing view of their naked bodies.
Mimi's dark, soft voice said, "Hello, Trays. It is time for you to learn how to be useful to us, my beta. Let me show you how this is done, how we can use males as we want, not the other way around."
Mariella smiled and added, "Sure thing, my alpha. I am willing and ready to learn."
As the females sauntered closer, Damon noticed Mimi grab a cart that had been hidden behind a wall. It was full of various food items, and Damon's cock twitched at the mere thought of becoming a service plate for them to have their way with.
Wulfe grunted deeply, ready to play his part. Mariella opened a cupboard, revealing an array of empty tanks, explaining that these were intended to drain their cocks. Damon's breathing quickened, and Wulfe prepared himself as well.
Mariella attached collectors to their eager cocks. Damon grunted, struggling to control himself, as Mariella's touch nearly brought him to climax, cursing the substance he'd been given. His lust burned like wildfire; he realized Mimi's superlust was seeping into him, intensifying his desire and making control impossible.
Mimi, her voice as alluring as ever, approached them like a wildcat, exuding raw sex appeal.
"Now, my dears," she purred, "let's make this a bit more exciting, shall we?"
Her presence made Damon hold his breath, desperate to break free and fantasize about ravishing her. He vowed to himself that once free, he would fuck her relentlessly, regardless of any obstacles. Mimi produced sleeping masks, slipping them snugly onto the men, eliminating any hope of them removing them.
Their vision vanished, and a perfumed cloud of pheromones heightened their eagerness. While their sense of smell was dulled, their sense of touch became intensely amplified. Grunts and sighs filled the air as Mimi began to adorn both men.
She applied something ice-cold to Wulfe's abdomen, followed by a cool squirt. Damon felt a smooth, warm substance spread across his chest, and then another smeared on his lower stomach, causing his cock to throb; he was teetering on the brink of climax, fighting desperately to hold on.
Mimi then placed cold slices on Damon's biceps and chest. Her tantalizingly close body and oozing pheromones flooded his brain, shattering his control and igniting an insatiable craving for more. He no longer desired to be in charge, instead yearning to fully experience this. He was unsure if her pheromones were solely responsible, but they exerted a profound effect on him.
As Mimi moved on to Wulfe, decorating him as well, Wulfe muttered something.
Mimi then turned to Mariella and asked, "Aren't our trays delicious?" She added, "I can show you a few new tricks, but first, we need to do a bit of collecting for ourselves, some pussy juices again; this time maybe we could have them."
Damon soon smelled the aroma of strawberries and champagne, a clear indication of Mimi's arousal. This, coupled with the slight wet smacking sound of the females affixing their collectors to their sopping cunts, made him lose control.
Damon grunted and almost roared as thick streams of his cum surged into the collector, his cock releasing for the first time. Judging by the sounds Wulfe was emitting, he was climaxing too. Sweat beaded on Damon's forehead as he experienced a seemingly endless stream of pure pleasure, his balls throbbing, and he was still cumming, his arousal almost painful.
Mimi laughed lowly and continued to add more food to the men, despite their contracting abdominals and panting breaths. She placed halved grapes on them, along with a selection of cheeses, cream cheese, tiny saltines, and shrimp. There were also many sweet treats adorning them.
Finally, Mimi said to Mariella, "Now I think it is time to feast. Hmm, I think we ought to take off our garments; after all, this can get a bit messy."
Mariella's dark chuckle caused Damon to nearly climax again, and at that moment, he was unsure which woman would tend to him next.
Wulfe panted as warm lips traced a path on his chest, followed by a tantalizing tongue that licked something from his exceptionally sensitive skin. He wasn't sure which woman it was, but he could feel their body temperature and their closeness.
He heard Damon softly curse, "Fucking hell, I'm about to explode here."
Someone laughed smugly, and the teasing continued. Soon, Wulfe felt a body pressing more closely against him – it was Mimi. Her slender yet lithe form pressed against him as she reached to bite his ribs.
Her sharp teeth caused a jolt of pain that made his cock jerk, and he soon climaxed again, panting and pleading as Mimi continued to tease him with expert skill.
Soon she moved away, and Wulfe could feel Mariella's more curvy body pressing in on him; she too was licking, biting, and making him beg and plead while the husky voice of Salvatore was cussing while Mimi was tormenting him.
Being without sight made this ever so much more, and Wulfe swore to himself that these two would surely be one day their plates. But right now it was just a passing idea as pleasure roared in him again, and his cock spewed hot load after another, sweating and panting, but this was the best possible torture, yet more was still coming.
The lack of vision made the experience even more arousing. Wulfe was practically bathing in sweat, his body shuddering in waves of pleasure. His hands fisted, his abdomen contracted, his breath caught in his throat, and pleasure surged through his brain, causing his magic to flare up even more intensely.
This was truly a torturous experience that he had never experienced before, not like this. Women in his past had made him please themselves and use him as a sex doll. But this, someone using him as a tray while making him explode time after time, being utterly unable to do anything but just take it all and feel it, made him feel so much more alive than he had ever believed.
This sensation, lips, a warm seductive body, and the brush of breasts against him—slow seduction like this made his mind expand, and his carnal side was so damn eager for payback. Someday these damn minxes would learn just how he would do things like this or something utterly new.
Mimi said in a dark voice to Mariella, "Now, my beta, watch and learn. As you know, sometimes pleasure is enchanted with pain, and pain must be exquisite but effective, and since we could do a bit of blood, watch this."
A sharp pain hit Damon's right side, moving along his ribs; he realized Mimi was slashing him with her nail, and the pain continued just an inch away. Soon a sharper pain hit and a weird pulling sensation.
Mimi explained to Mariella, "See, I have now exposed his rib. Let's have fun; this will feel..."
The searing pain of Mimi's bite hit Damon's rib, a hot trail tracing its length, and it took him a moment to fully grasp what she was doing. The intense, burning pain made him grunt out again. As he began to decipher the sensations and understand her actions, he realized she was dragging her fang along his rib, carving into it.
By hell, the pain was sharp, yet simultaneously, the feel of Mimi's breasts pressing against his chest as she leaned over him to torment his rib sent waves of pleasure and arousal surging through him.
This exquisite blend of pain and pleasure was magnificent, a sensation for which Damon had no words, but one he eagerly craved more of. Soon, he heard Wulfe grunting and pleading as Mariella repeated her own torment to him.
Damon was, in some part of his mind, quite impressed by the creativity with which the two women were torturing him. However, a new wave of arousal hit him like a tornado. He felt something oozing from Mimi's fangs as she suddenly sank them into his heart, injecting her substances. This act sent all of Damon's reason and self-restraint flying out the window.
The torment continued as the females switched, and Damon was left a reactive, shuddering mess. Mariella seemed to be having fun, and Damon felt as though he was unloading something deep within himself, a dark part he had never even known existed.
This part, connected to past trauma of abuse and exploitation, was now coming alive. This combination of pleasure and pain was, surprisingly, beginning to heal those traumas.
For now, Damon could not utter a word, only pained grunts. On the other side, he knew Wulfe was in the same situation; Mimi was now working on him, and Wulfe also seemed to have something to unload.
Damon could feel himself cumming, pleasure hitting him in waves. He felt Mariella's sharp teeth grazing his sternum and ribs. He could smell his blood, arousal, and so many pheromones that he couldn't possibly identify them all, yet it was all good. Time had lost all meaning; in this moment, the concept of time simply didn't exist in Damon's mind.
Old memories surfaced, like a vampire hag ordering him to lick her dirty, smelly cunt as she spread her fat thighs. But whatever Mariella was doing, the memory and its associated sensations faded away, leaving only the present moment.
This intense pleasure, this helplessness, brought him such a rush. He wasn't even sure what he would do once it was over. He might sleep like a log for a good while, as this was physically and emotionally exhausting. He had unloaded so much from deep within.
Yet, the females showed no mercy. They kept milking those experiences out of them, making them fade away, only to replace them with whatever they were doing to the men. It might be the brush of a body nearby, nipples pressing against them, breath in his ear, skilled hands, or fangs. Their dark chuckles seemed to erase the trauma and the shit from long ago, replacing it with this overwhelming sensation.
Damon had no idea what this actually was. It seemed much more elevated than a mere sex game, but then again, sex games could be pretty damn intense. He was unable to form coherent thoughts or ideas, as he was simply feeling, sensing, enjoying, and unloading himself.
He had no idea what kind of freedom he might feel after this, nor what he was actually purging, but whatever it was, it would help him, it would help the pack, and it might even make his mind clearer and sharper as he got rid of so much emotional baggage he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.
The females changed from time to time, kept teasing and tormenting them, making them as vulnerable and helpless as ever. However, this was something Damon was almost yearning for now. It was as if he both wanted it to end and wanted it to go on as long as it possibly could, so that he could emerge on the other side as a new creature, a new packleader, husband.
Perhaps one day Mimi might tell him what this had all been. He was pretty sure this was not just a sex game, given the sensations involved, and Adam had never mentioned unloading anything. Besides, females didn't sit on their faces; they kept arousing them.
He could hear from time to time as tanks were replaced, indicating he had been cumming and flooding his bump with about 35 liters. But as a magical creature, an energy being who drew directly from his blood, and with a never-ending blood supply, it wasn't such a big deal for him to produce so much.
Sure, he would take every tank for himself, as it was one of the pack's most important resources – versatile, always needed, and he was the top shot who could refine and use it best. It was something of an expertise.
As it finally ended, females let them draw a breath and removed the sleep masks. The room was dimly lit; it smelled so unique that, despite this bone-jarring tiredness that had now grasped Damon, he had no words to describe what it actually smelled like here.
Shackles were removed, and females now had actual clothes on; they had taken a shower, and they seemed pretty damn smug. Wulfe was lying next to Damon, sweaty, tired, and utterly spent. Damon felt his cock was floppy too, and now he was not so sure when it might get hard; it would take some time, and right now Damon felt like he could sleep for a few days, a notion that Wulfe agreed with.
Mariella said to him calmly, "Tired are we? I will teleport you to the bedroom so you can sleep and then see pack life after you have recovered; it might take time."
Damon looked at her, grunting—too tired to form actual words. She then teleported him to one of the bedrooms somewhere in the house. The bed was soft and luxurious, and Damon tiredly pulled the covers over himself, feeling both exhausted and somehow vulnerable.
However, exhaustion quickly took over, and he fell into a deep, healing sleep, allowing his body and mind to recover. Perhaps in the future, he might understand what the whole experience had been about. Still, as he slipped into deeper slumber, remnants of music that had played continuously echoed in his mind: so many songs, so much emotion, and the truest love he had ever felt.