The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

We were watching The Lion King, and Mariella's face was wet with tears. Number three was cradling her, while Wulfe, number two, and Magnum were surrounded by cubs. Damon was sitting next to me, having made my chair two-seated so he could sit beside me and pull me into his embrace.

Jax was in my lap, feeling sad about the movie's emotional scene. We hadn't discussed death and loss much yet, but this would be a good starting point. Jax, being possessive, wanted to be with me, just like Rosie. So, my lap was a popular spot.

Damon was mildly amused, but his natural possessiveness ensured no other males came near me. He had already informed the other Salvatores about our routines for the next week.

Of course, he kept his hands around me, which led Jax to ask, "Daddy, are you going to rail Mommy tonight so she squeals?"

I blushed, realizing I should no longer give lessons on making babies since they always come back to haunt me. And, true to form, Damon's hands slipped beneath my blouse, finding my nipples and making me gasp as I leaned into him.

He commented, "At least Mommy is willing. See, Daddy doesn't have to do anything special, and she's practically begging for it."

I couldn't resist my body's response. Number two was doing something similar to Mariella, and she was sighing as well. It was one of those things I had to accept – that I had a husband who seduced me in the midst of our cubs, knowing that my usual routine after movie night was to go to the living room and talk with Wulfe and the others.

But not tonight. Damon was being possessive and very alpha. I had occasionally challenged his dominance, and he would respond by growling dangerously in my ear, reminding me of my place. It seemed that this struggle for power had hit a wall, but only time would tell if I could regain my momentum and reclaim some of my own power. But for now, I would surrender. 

As the movie ended, most of the cubs were fast asleep. Damon had taken Jax and Rosie to his lap, gently lifting them up and carrying them off to bed. Then, he teleported me into the bedroom for some adult fun.

I was already wet and willing, thanks to how Damon had seduced me throughout the entire movie. It's amazing what a creature with his energy can do to a female body, moving energy in and out like an invisible cock, teasing but not allowing release. It was torturous in the best possible way.

I wasn't really paying attention to whether Mariella was experiencing the same thing. I was too distracted, sighing in Damon's arms. It felt nice to feel like a woman again, rather than just a pregnant whale, which is how I had been feeling most of the time.

It was a bit amusing when Jax, who takes after his father, asked, "Are you going to ravish mommy until she screams? She definitely wants it. Will you impregnate her even more and fill her greedy womb with your life-giving seed?"

Damon chuckled and replied, "I think I'll ravish her all night long, but no more impregnating. Isn't she pregnant enough already? I know she's fertile as hell, but if we give in, she'll be giving birth every six months, litter after litter."

Rosie looked at me and asked, "What do you look like when you're not pregnant, mommy?"

I responded in a dry tone, "Much smaller. Much, much smaller."

Damon quipped, "Oh, she looks like someone I want to ravish right here and right now."

Goodness, can they change the subject already? I wasn't sure if anyone else's cubs were as interested in their mom's intimate affairs.

Let's just say that we didn't sleep a wink that night. My husband was in a very horny mood and quite inventive with positions to pleasure a pregnant shifter with multiple litters inside her, making her feel like a big whale.

Despite that, he made me scream in pleasure, and in the morning, I was sweaty and tired. I knew I should get up, definitely take a shower, and then go feed the younger cubs.

Damon lay next to me and said, "No need to rush, baby. Others will take care of them. Now, you can take it much easier. No more trying to be in seven places at once."

 I rolled my eyes, and he turned to face me, gently stroking my hand.

He said, "You know, you have multiple little ones growing inside you. You need to take things easier. Why? Well, if you continue like this, you'll be exhausted when the babies arrive. You won't have the energy to care for them, especially since you've been multitasking heavily throughout your pregnancy. From now on, you'll need to take it easy."

I replied to Damon, "But it's boring. I'm pregnant, not an invalid."

He rolled his eyes, sighed, and explained, "Right now, you weigh three times more than usual, and your caloric expenditure is five times higher. This is already draining your strength. According to our plan, we wanted the babies to arrive later. But if you keep pushing yourself, we may have to force-feed you under sedation for a few weeks, and the babies will have to go to the magic house right away."

I nodded and said, "I understand. I'll try to take it easy. But you know me, I tend to push myself."

Damon reassured me, "I'm not going anywhere, baby. Others will take turns changing with females. I'll make sure you rest, even if I have to do something special to help you relax."

I responded, "You do have unique ways of taking care of me. Fucking me senseless. I have to admit, right now I feel completely drained and too tired to even think about getting up. So, well done, you really exhausted me."

He chuckled, and I smiled as a memory came to mind.

I shared with him, "Did you know that I once pretended to be a nun? It was part of a mission, but let's just say I'm not cut out to be a nun."

He looked at me with a sultry voice, saying, "Oh baby, do you still have your habit? You as a nun, what a naughty thought. What happened? Tell me all about it."

I rolled my eyes and replied, "It was a mission from way back when, long before I even knew about your connection to nuns. We were assisting a convent in the Midwest that had a program for those in need."

Damon teased, "Oh, if you're a nun, then I'll definitely be in need..."

He was becoming quite aroused, and I continued my story. "Anyway, we discovered that Sark and others sometimes targeted vulnerable individuals, like the homeless or prostitutes. They might even buy them from pimps. This convent was dedicated to helping females in need, and they were asking for our assistance in ensuring their safety."

Damon's hand began to explore my body, not in a clinical manner, and I wasn't sure what the day had in store for us. My children might be confused if I took the day off.

I focused and said, "Well, as you may know, humans aren't always kind to supernatural beings when it comes to their children. Sometimes they abandon those kids on the streets, making them easy prey for Sark and others."

Damon grunted, his hand growing bolder in its exploration. I continued, "During my time at the convent, which lasted only a few weeks, I was called to the Mother Superior's office multiple times. She would scold me for not behaving like a proper nun."

Damon smiled and asked, "What did you do then? Why weren't you like a nun?"

I rolled my eyes and replied, "She reminded me that if I mentioned hell, it should only be in a biblical context. Nuns don't use words like 'fuck,' 'shit,' 'heck,' 'damn,' or 'piss poor.'"

Damon smiled even wider and said, "So, you cursed too much, right?"

I nodded and said, "Well, nuns aren't supposed to glare at someone who asks for directions. They aren't supposed to kick anyone in the knees or throw punches. And they certainly don't show their fangs if they feel threatened."

Damon nodded and said, "Oh baby, one day, when we have some free time, you can be a nun for me. We can go out to the city and you can be a bad nun. Heck, if you'd like, I can be a priest. Let's be badasses together."

His hands had put me in a particular mood, and he said to me, "The cubs will understand. After all, Jax and the others wanted me to rail you for so long that you'd scream. So let's get on with it."

He kissed me, and our passion once again took over. It seemed that this particular snowball was too easy to seduce into submission or make me squeal. But as Damon once again demonstrated his expertise in female anatomy and brought me explosive pleasure, time ceased to matter. The cubs would be fine, as others would take care of them. Now, it was our time to enjoy each other and have some fun in bed. 

Time was irrelevant; it was just the two of us and our strong bond. It was quite amusing, really. He was incredibly jealous of me, determined to keep me all to himself. Mariella was no longer part of the equation.

He knew exactly how to push my buttons, making me react, explode, and ultimately pass out in his arms. I was completely satisfied, completely spent, sweaty, and pregnant. I couldn't ask for more. 

A few hours later, as I woke up, he had already gone to shower and was sitting next to me.

He gently stroked my hair and said, "My love, you need to take it easy now. There is a kink in your vein, not too serious, but enough for me to decide that you need to have an operation. Colin believes its borderline, but because this is a significant strain, I won't take any risks with you. So, you'll have the operation the day after tomorrow. It means you have to rest and take things really easy. This is not negotiable."

I nodded, still feeling tired and stretched.

I noticed the sheet covering me, and Damon smirked, saying, "Oh no, you can't get away that easily. Listen to me, missy. Once I leave, you'll go take a shower. There are clothes reserved for you, and I'll come to get you for a meal. I might have filled you up pretty well, but it's important for you to eat and drink too. And then we'll see what we have with the cubs."

I nodded and replied, "Thank you. This has been an amazing experience."

He nodded back and said, "Now, go shower and dress yourself. We have more to do. The cubs are fine. The Salvatores have been taking care of them, and they've had a lot of fun. There's been a lot of talk about what we've been up to."

He left the room as I started to shift in bed. It seemed that even my bloated body was somehow seductive to him. I finally made my way to the shower and washed myself. Things were going well, and I allowed myself to be happy.

With our lives, you never know what the next day brings, and there's always the risk of someone getting an infection during childbirth. It was a common occurrence in shifter circles, and our pack was no exception. In the past, it was usually Mariella who got the infections, but I couldn't rule out the possibility that Elena, Katherine, or even the wolves could get one.

We had tested many factors in our clinic with Colin to prevent these infections, and so far, there was no specific cause that could be eliminated. So, no certainty of not getting the infection. Just one of those random things that happens from time to time.

I had been contemplating this, considering both my future and the peculiar circumstance of having a kink in my vein. It made Damon exceptionally protective of me, suggesting that my life would likely become more tranquil in the near future. I could only hope that my other uteruses would not encounter similar complications or issues, as it was truly delightful to interact with cubs and engage in activities, even while pregnant.

Today marked the beginning of yet another day in my life as the alpha female and mother to cubs of over 30 species. I couldn't help but smirk to myself, knowing that Damon had made a solemn promise to take on the responsibility of naming the new species that would emerge from my litter.

This would undoubtedly be a good opportunity for me, despite Damon's overwhelming protectiveness and care. It was time for me to familiarize myself with this side of him as well.

As I dressed in my silk button-down shirt, relishing the cool sensation of the fabric against my skin, and slipped into my cotton maternity skirt and low-heeled slippers, I felt prepared to face the day ahead.