The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

Taking it one step at a time had become my motto, and Charles stood by my side, his concerned eyes fixed on me.

His voice was gentle as he suggested, "Honey, maybe you should take a break. You won't be able to make it like this."

His worry was evident in his voice. I was determined to regain my strength, to become the strong creature I once was - an alpha female, a vampire shifter hybrid, and the leader of the resistance. But I wasn't there yet.

Damon, number two, stood a little further away, keeping that pendant active so that it was my body doing the work, not my powers. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I grunted, pushing myself to take another step.

As I swayed, Mariella, who was on my other side, grabbed my arm and steadied me. "Really, Mimi, take a break. You'll only end up falling again. It's not helping anyone. How many fractures have you gotten this week?"

I didn't bother answering. This was day ten for me, and it took time for both me and the entire pack to get back in shape. Being Mimi Salvatore was never easy, especially now as I recovered from a nasty infection.

I had been in such bad shape, and with my metabolism, my muscles, joints, and bones just weren't strong enough to support me. My stubborn mind seemed to ignore that fact, resulting in me ending up on the floor with my frail body, and every awkward fall meant chipped bones or fractures.

Damon had performed several operations on me, using his blood to mend those broken bones. And of course, being in such a messed-up state, my bloodlust was off the charts, but Wulfe kept it under control. I would snarl with my eyes turning red when I got angry, but he never gave in. So my recovery was far from a romantic novel - it was more like a horror story.

Finally, I allowed them to help me into a soft chair to sit, knowing it would soon be time to eat. My life consisted of resting, eating, moving a little, and then resting some more. I had to remind myself that I had time, that I wasn't in a hurry.

But it was little comfort, especially since I couldn't even change my shape. And if I did manage to, I would be so exhausted that I couldn't revert back to my human form. Let's just say that helping a tired, huge white tiger move was much harder than helping my human self.

So Damon had cast a spell, and Wulfe had come up with a potion to temporarily stop my shape-changing abilities. It was just one more thing that was messing me up.

I had also been given a potion to prevent the multiplication enzymes and other things. I was too tired to remember everything that was given to me to strengthen and heal me.

But as Damon told me, I had exerted so much power that it took some effort to replenish it. It was like pouring water into an empty, dry bucket that absorbs it into the wood, leaving nothing behind. Right now, whatever they were trying to replenish me with was quickly used up and there were no reserves. I needed reserves in order to function properly, as my body was depleted

. Since my energy was completely drained, it would take time and patience for us to get me back on my feet. We had many discussions about how to prevent this from happening again.

Damon and the other Salvatores came up with several contingency plans, even involving magic, to monitor my health in different ways. This way, if I were ever sick, someone would surely notice and I hoped I would learn to ask for help. However, I couldn't make that kind of promise because I knew myself too well.

I was sitting when Damon brought me a tray or cart full of food. I could eat without any issues, as my body absorbed every scrap of food given to me. I sighed and started to eat, knowing that this routine of eating, resting, and moving a bit was my life for now. I longed to be okay and be able to move on my own.

Damon, as usual, took his seat right next to me and kept an eye on me to ensure I ate in the correct order. It was always the same, eating the fattest meat first and then the other food. He usually arranged the food on my plate in the correct order, but he still made sure I ate it properly.

If I looked tired, he would feed me without hesitation. If my pace slowed down, I don't know what his threshold was, but he would quickly snatch my fork and feed me.

All I had to do was chew and swallow. I felt like a weak creature, but this experience taught me humility. I could be in this state, and it would be up to me to ensure that it didn't happen again in the future. 

Once again, I didn't have any time to eat more than half of my meal before he took my fork and started feeding me. I was tired and frustrated, feeling weak and lacking the energy to feed myself.

Despite all of this, I could sense his happiness as he took care of me. Not that I was always pleasant though, my sentences were as sharp as ever, even causing Wulfe to snap back at me.

While Damon fed me, I silently thought to myself, "There's no need to eat so quickly. Let me finish chewing first."

He didn't slow down and continued to feed me, though I noticed a slight twitch in his jaw, betraying his frustration as I mentioned that I felt like I was going to suffocate with the food. Even though I wasn't actually suffocating, I was being bratty as usual, since it was my choice.

After he finished feeding me the entire meal, he said, "Time for dessert."

He then grabbed a huge piece of strawberry cake with whipped cream and proceeded to feed it to me. It was delicious, and I ate it all up.

Number two was nearby, and he said, "Now, I'm your shower buddy today, so we can take care of that later. For now, just digest your meal and sit for a while. I'll come back to shower you."

I nodded, and Damon handed me a handheld tablet so I could read and relax after eating. We had moved to Michigan Manor because the house needed to be cleaned thoroughly and it had been a long time since we had done so.

Colin and the others still hadn't figured out what caused the illness, where it came from, or why it affected all of us. So cleaning was necessary. Well, at least we had bred and maybe now, after I recovered, we could start living as a pack or something. But I wasn't sure what the future held for me.

Damon and Mariella were busy every night, but he had tried to help me by fuck me into bits, which turned out to be a failure since he couldn't continue when I passed out after climaxing for the first time. I didn't wake up easily, so he wasn't interested in having sex with someone who was unconscious.

He went to Mariella to relieve his frustrations instead. Of course, as his body reacted to my state, he produced love cream for me, but Mariella took it all and she quickly recovered. However, that was a week ago, and he hadn't done it again since then.

But there had been five other salvatores who did it to me, in the shower, and after it, they weren't that passionate that I passed right out. In the shower was the first place where I was fucked to bits, and after that in bed too, as long I could hold on, and I was filled up properly.

Surely, after a few days, number one had noticed this, but it was too late for him to interfere as it was good for me, and each of the five salvatores made a bump for me and a lot. So I had to use my mouth as well. And it was fun to have Salvatore under me, me eating their cock, slowly, enjoyable, and making them come three times before they had it and they flattened me under them and fucked me as long I could take it. It was physiotherapy. 

it was something that helped me, even my state was fragile. They had to be careful with me, as my bones were so frail that there might be breaks if they would get too eager with me. Still, even number three, ex fucking machine could fuck with me gently but passionately.

So it was not lovemaking on the beach but not too bruising, and I did pass out every time at the end. I had just enough strength and energy to crawl on top of them and fall asleep there.

Of course, when I woke up in the morning I was alone as they had gone away and had a shower or something, but not because of me. My pussy might be sticky and used, but it was all good. When it was time for morning help, it was usually one of these five and they would rinse me. Not too well, so number one got a whiff about what I had done, as well Mariella noticed it too. 

She became increasingly jealous and possessive when it came to being number one, even trying to keep others to herself. It was amusing to witness her clinging to number four or three when they came to assist and support me in my daily routine. The Salvatores easily brushed her off as if she were an irritating bug.

Surely, it would be time for them to leave eventually, and I had no idea what would come out of that. But for now, I had my support team ready to help. Poor Charles and Adam also noticed what I was doing and wanted to join in, but with the Salvatores being extremely possessive over me, they didn't stand a chance. Maybe someday. 

A few days later, I was lying on top of number ten. We had just engaged in passionate sex for five hours, a record for me. It was all good, and I felt like I was making progress. I was tired, but it was so damn perfect.

Feeling his sweaty skin against mine, we were still connected, his large cock deeply inside me. I didn't even have to move to make him groan and climax inside me again. In the darkness of the bedroom, the scent of our passion lingered in the air, and I could feel his love for me. 

I asked him, "What does the future hold? Will Mariella try to take you? Will she succeed? Do I have to fight for you again?"

Damon's powerful arms wrapped around me as he replied, "I have no idea, baby, and I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, she can go and be with number one. I'm not interested in her. This is perfection. This is how things should be. And who knows, baby, maybe one day I won't go to the Azores but be with you all the time."

I smiled slightly and said, "Don't make threats. I need my own time too. It's okay to love us both, love us all. You don't have to choose. Just let your love shine."

He grunted and said, "Oh, imagine you and me, a road trip through Europe. We could share our war stories, what we've done in each city, and see who comes out on top."

I smiled. The idea sounded wonderful. Who knows, maybe someday we will do it. But not just yet.

I told him, "There's no competition. I will win fair and square. After all, I've been the leader for so long. I have more war stories."

Damon flashed me a smile, his crooked grin even more captivating than before. Despite this version of him being stricter, he still had a playful side.

His voice carried a gentle yet dominant tone as he spoke, "Baby, I've lived for millennia, much older than you. How could you think my life has been boring? So much has happened, my dear. I would surely win."

I lazily replied, "Perhaps, but let's establish the rules of this game. What are we comparing? Our missions or conquests with women? I know you have a way of winning me over with your sexual escapades, there's no doubt about that. But when it comes to missions, whether it be rescues or even kills, I believe I might come out on top."

He murmured, "Oh baby, don't challenge me. I've been killed far more times than you and in the most merciless ways. Not to mention, I don't even need to take account for meals. So when it comes to killing, I am undoubtedly the winner."

I closed my eyes, leaning against him, allowing sleep to embrace me. At that moment, I felt content and loved. I reveled in the fact that I was being held, not alone anymore. What more could I ask for?

As for my health, I knew I was gradually getting there. There was no need to rush, especially when I had this version of physiotherapy readily available. And there was so much more to it than just physical pleasure. It was about the deep connection we shared, the love between us.

I didn't have to be the strongest or hide my weaknesses. I was learning to be vulnerable. Of course, there might be setbacks in the future, but for now, my life was filled with warmth and tranquility. As sleep finally overtook me, there were no nightmares, no haunting memories of the past. There was only love and peaceful rest.