Mariella was tired, yet she wanted to have some fun; after all, she had been without cock over a week and a half, and Damon seemed kind of cold towards her. So she made a plan. She was going to seduce others, if number one, or Dickweed, as she too called him in her mind, was not going to be seduced; she had plenty of other males. She was once again just thinking about herself and what she had missed—not her kids, or babies, or why she felt somehow judged as she was trying to decide what room to use.
She wanted to go to the wing and seduce someone there. Sure, there were bedrooms as well, but she did not just get it, not right away. She felt restless, so she went downstairs to the kitchen, where girls had been cooking and there was plenty of food, but no one was now cooking.
She, however, decided to have coffee and a meal, as she was hungry. She had her own coffee cup, and she loved it. She had gotten it from one shop pretty early on, not chosen by Damon, but she just had taken it. Damon never took it or wanted to drink from it, only those mugs that were Mimi's.
Mariella thought bitterly in her mind about how much Mimi meant to all of Salvatore, but now she had time to get to know them, charm them, and show them just how wonderful she was. Don't seduce them right away, nope, but talk, chat, and try to keep it cool. She had read some magazines, and there were articles about how to catch a guy, and it had given her so many good ideas.
As she got her coffee ready and her meal was warming up, she grabbed the coffee pot, filling her mug to the brim, and then grabbed the mug and sipped hot coffee. Irritation bloomed in her mind. She was suddenly so damn pissed off, to number one.
How the hell he did not want her, how he refused to be husband to her, and Mariella's own rage, which was rare, bloomed up, and it then again ignited her magic, making violet sparks shoot from tips of her fingers as she fumed in her mind. She gripped her mug harder and focused them on eating; it too pissed her off. By god, she could cook, and she would cook something tasty for herself.
No need for that damn corn-dick's ideas of her nutrition and balance of this and that. No, life was meant to be enjoyed, and she was going to enjoy it. She was not always being just a nice little sex doll for Damon. Suddenly her idea of seducing men felt stupid and childish as she was starting to plan what she was going to do. Step one. Go to the wing. See what Mimi is up to? Ask her some ideas and then show Damn Slash-A-Tore, her nickname for Damon, how real women do things. Not a sex doll. Not at all.
In her irritation, she did not though at all, and her frantic irritation raving went right to the number one, who was trying to focus on creating some kind of vaccine for kids, and Mariella's quip slash-a-tore made his blood boil.
He packed his things, washed his hands, and exited the laboratory. He wanted to check on Mariella and her babies, or almost toddlers, as they were trying to stand and move. He wanted to minimize the transmission of germs, so he washed his hands quite often and was determined to put Mariella back in her place, make her behave, and then at some point, have some fun in bed, maybe.
He had to go to the bathroom, and of course, he washed his hands there as well, making some kind of plan for the future. He was still pissed off at Mimi, as she had told him to make a choice and stick with it. Screw her; he was sticking with his choice, with Mariella as always, even if the promise was not valid here. He had made a choice, and that was it.
He needed to have a drink, so he walked to the bar, opened it, and flicked on the table lamp as the room was dim. He poured a good measure of bourbon into his favorite glass, sat down, and sipped his drink. His pants were starting to feel tight, and he recalled how he had railed Mimi on her paradise island; it seemed so long ago. He wanted Mariella to calm down, seduce him, or something.
As he drank more and more, pouring a few doses, his lust amplified as he had no idea just how loaded the glass actually was. All of Mimi's little energy concoctions, which she had combined in her mind because she did not want to have so many tanks, only a bit of some energy at the bottom of it, were mixed together. She had no idea what energies were, as she did not bother to check, so she had several big tankfuls of mixes, and they always had something new.
Mariella was still reeling as she made her way to the wing when Number Four walked towards her. He had been in the gym to unload some tension and had showered. And now, with his longer hair slightly damp and his expression softer, that damn tee shirt hugging his body made Mariella bite her lip and breathe a bit faster. Suddenly, she wanted him.
She walked up to him and said, "Damon, why don't we go have a bite and then meet me on the third floor, fourth green door left, and see where we might end up?"
But Number Four was not in the mood; he had too much on his mind. However, he was Damon Salvatore, and he was not going to be easy. He had been living with Mimi for quite a long time, which had given him many good ideas. Now, a devilish plan was cooking in his mind as he reached out to Mimi and asked for her advice. Of course, Mimi being Mimi meant she was not going to give a straight answer but a few hints, and it would be up to him to make his own plan.
And oh yeah, he was going to teach Mariella one big lesson—make her realize that there truly was more to life than sex and seduction.
So he said, "Hmm, I just might wander there after I have eaten. It seems you have some issues, needing me and my expertise."
Mariella, of course, was blinded by lust, which came from Number One through their bond, igniting her desire. She assumed Number Four was seducing her, and she did not smell the slightest hint of metal, which indicated Dr. Damon being on the surface and that he was not a seducer but a doctor.
Also, since Number Four had plenty of Number One's cruelty, he was going to teach Mariella a lesson of humiliation and then see if she would try to seduce anyone else for a long time.
As Mariella got ready, she undressed herself and went to bed, opened her hair, and smiled in her mind. "Oh yeah, number four was one damn good catch."
She just did not notice where this flood of lust was coming from. Number one was feeling it, but since he was drinking, he sent it away, not even thinking about it so much, and it went straight to Mariella.
It would give her one damn big lesson: what would stick to her and ignite quite a change in her. Well, let's just say not everyone might have been happy about this change, but sometimes change is what is needed, not wanted. And one can't always have what they want, but they usually get what they need.
The door opened, and Number Four walked in. He was still wearing the same stuff, and he had a little bag with him.
Mariella thought that there was something for her, seduction or something, and she purred at Damon, "Oh my husband, do you know, I have this feeling; I just need something so much."
She moved restlessly in bed, spreading her legs slightly, even though the sheet was still covering her.
"Let's see, are you itchy? I mean, from downstairs? Let me check it out?" Number four said in a clipped tone.
Mariella furrowed her brow, but she was still too lustful to realize that this was Dr. Damon and not secondary; in her mind, this was just a new type of sex game. But that illusion was quite fast broken as Number Four took a chair, sat down, opened his bag, took gloves and a few instruments, and said, "Shuffle little lower and open up; let me check you have not gotten some infection."
Mariella was flabbergasted, but she did as he asked. And then humiliation hit her.
"Well, my dear, first thing, go to the bathroom and wash up. Really well, your personal hygiene is not up to par. And to be honest, your pussy is dirty and slightly smelly. So you go in the shower, use mild washing liquid, and really wash your pussy, not just with water but with a washing cloth and soap, every fold, and then come back."
Mariella could not say anything; her cheeks were blushed with embarrassment, so she scrambled up and walked naked to the bathroom to wash herself. She just could not believe it. But as she went to shower and then bent over to have a sniff, she actually smelled slightly bitter stench herself, and it made her feel disgusted, and it woke her up. What she was again planning was being a weak cock-hungry whore or a productive pack member. Nope, she was determined to do better, to be better, and to learn to control her urges.
She scrubbed herself clean, washed her pussy five times until no more dirt, and then took off her bathrobe and came out of the shower.
She was still reeling with humiliation, and Number Four said tersely, "Come on, let's check you over. I have to take samples and check your germ status, you see, Mariella. You are not the biological half of Damon, meaning his germs are not compatible with yours, and since you seem to forget to wash your downstairs, you might have some nasties lurking there possibly infecting your system during birth or some other cases. Good hygiene is just normal, but I guess no one has bothered to tell you that."
His voice was calm, like a doctor's voice, and Mariella was silent as she took the robe off and once again went on her back, spreading her legs and letting Number Four take samples and swabs. Some of them hurt, as he inserted instruments into her cunt and probed deep, taking samples from her cervixes as well. Not that he was looking for cancer, but he was right. Mariella realized it herself; infection was possible, and she had been way too lazy to realize it. Energy cleaning did not get rid of all of the germs; only water and soap would do the trick. She swore in her mind to remember this.
After Number Four had taken all of the samples, he packed away his instruments, placing them into different boxes, as they were now dirty.
He said as Mariella got up and sat on the edge of the bed, "Now, as you know, your pussy has a very specific pH, keeps it clean, and has its own flushing system. Now, bump has the wrong pH, and it is sticky, leaves residue. And gets kind of messy, trapping dirt and whatnot, and as you know, bump has carbs, sugars, and whatnot in it. So shower, or decent flushing here and there, sure your fluids can help too, but then again, it is messy; it is just basic biology. Now if you were with Charles, this would be totally different, as he is more or less your biological half, meaning his bump is adaptive, and its pH is more suitable for you. If he were to make a bump for you, as he rarely, if ever, does, it would just matter of hygiene. "
His voice was calm and explanatory, and Mariella nodded.
She got it, and she said, "Thanks, I hope there are no bigger surprises in my samples. This was a wake-up call for me; it truly was. I have now try to be a bit more of a mother and less of a whore. I have run with my wants and needs long enough, and it is high time for me to try to learn some self-control. I can do this; I can be better."
Number four just nodded, and he packed his things and stood up.
He remarked, "If you have any symptoms, itching, burning, rash, etc., show me, not number one, but for me, number one is not right now really, or he is not focusing right to this family life, and he is trying to martyr, so it might be worse before it gets better."
Mariella rolled his eyes; she was starting to get really bored of these crises that Damon conjured. She was not in the mood to just listen and understand and pat him on the head; she wanted to shout at him to get a damn grip and learn and grow some balls. But it would not help, but it would be fun.
Mariella was making plans for the future, and she was planning to be a better version of herself, starting to learn basics, like self-control, hygiene, good manners, and a snappy attitude to make Damon get out of his funk. He just did not realize that Mimi had never thrown him away, but he wanted to think that she did.
As one bad habit, what Damon had, Mariella had realized earlier, was Damon's penchant to find something or someone to blame, himself or others. And right now, he was not in the mood to blame himself, so he was twisting Mimi as the culprit, someone he could blame once again. Mariella hoped from the bottom of her heart that this damn crisis would not take years to solve and it would be easily solved, but the future being unknown, she just had no idea.