As I sat on the bench next to Charles, sipping my coffee and eating the last of my cakes, I watched the kids in the yard, the youngest five running with our or their dog, soon enough, while we waited for the magic house witches to appear and take the kids back to their new lives.
It was autumn, just as it had been when everything began, and it had now come to an end.
As previously stated, all good things must come to an end, I thought bitterly.
My four adult daughters were sitting around one table, along with Mariella’s daughters, talking about God knows what.
Mariella and Salvatores were sitting at the same table, and she was once again discussing their upcoming sex holiday.
I said to Charles, “I mean. She lacks common sense. She doesn’t want to meet anyone but runs away to fuck. Has she not learned anything?”
Charles grunted.
He was completely bored with both Mariella and Salvatores.
We’d been hearing them talk about the Azores for the past two weeks, and it was confirmed that today would be our last day here.
Salvatores were all over her, as she oozed lust and pushed it on everyone.
Fine with me.
I had done one thing, which was to put an end to her efforts to have any kind of vampire heat in years or so.
Damon yelled at me about it, and she had also exploded.
Accused me of being a jealous hag and trying to ruin their lives.
Fine with me.
But it wasn’t even my idea; it was Adam’s, Charles’, and Wulfe’s, and none of them wanted to be pussy slaves for weeks on end.
Miss Pussy once again planned to be the only female in vampire heat.
Not a chance.
And then this got me thinking, and we came up with our own plan, and neither I nor any of the others said or hinted at what we were going to do.
Not going to work, for sure.
Wulfe commented dryly to my other side, “They are idiots, all of them. There were promising times when they were learning so much, and now this. Come on!” he said, frustrated by what I had shared with him.
Our youngest children were approximately 7 years old, but as they grew faster, my oldest five children grew to be around 17 years old.
This resulted in frequent fights over the past year.
Others weren’t far behind them, so things had heated up, and not in a good way.
Mariella’s three daughters sat with disapproving expressions on their faces, dressed in fashionable attire.
They were angry because Damon had forbidden any piercings, and they had promised that once they entered the Magic House, they could get as many piercings as they wanted.
They also did not want to hear yet another fantasy from Mariella’s mouth about her upcoming sex holiday.
Our dogs, Honey and Sweetiepie, were running alongside younger children.
Sweetiepie was a large German Shepherd mix chosen by Mariella’s children, whereas Honey was a cross between a large poodle and a spaniel.
Making her fur a little difficult, but as magic dogs, they would be immortal, and who knows if they would one day have powers like Superman’s Krypto or something?
It was a little bittersweet to let them go with the kids, but it was for the best, and to be honest, what we had planned next did not include dogs.
Sadie was almost a clone of me, slightly taller and with a few of Damon’s facial features, while Darien and Dash were nearly as tall as Damon and had dark hair with a white stripe identifying them as wizards.
They had regained their powers about a week ago, and it took some time to adjust to them.
Seraphina and Sabrina were tall, and they shared my eyes, Damon’s mouth, my temper, and Damon’s impatience.
This is pretty impossible for teenagers.
Jesse and Lucas were more like me in disposition, but in appearance, they were salvatores, with ice-blue eyes, a cruel mouth, and vampiric skin.
Evie was another clone of me, taller but with red hair.
Lizzy and Susie were tall and had my body type, eyes, Damon’s facial features, and his temperament and impatience.
Fiona and Violet were the female versions of Salvatores, while Alex and Jace were male versions of me, but with blonde hair.
My youngest children were still growing, and because I had seen them grow and change so many times, it was difficult to predict what would happen.
They were so eager to visit the Magic House, and it was difficult for me to let them go.
As I saw witches emerge from the Magic House with a few adults, I assumed they were new parents.
I got up and went to see Sadie.
She looked at me, raising her gaze from her table and noticing approaching people.
“Please, Mom, do not hover. I am fine,” she said, irritated.
I smiled and said, “This is it, my girl. Remember, if you need me, you can reach me; you are a member of the hive.”
“Yeah,” she rolled her eyes tiredly, as I had previously told her.
I just wanted to make sure she knew I was still around in case she needed anything.
May smirked when she noticed Sadie’s almost desperate expression about my helicopter parenting.
On the other end of the spectrum, Damon was describing to Mariella how he was going to slam her into the nearest lust stone, spread her legs, and push his big fat cock into her pussy without asking permission.
I noticed Mariella’s youngest was looking at their parents, a little lost.
I walked up to them.
I was the alpha female; it was my responsibility to care for my pack.
“Hello there, are you excited?” I asked Mariella’s brood.
We’d had a lot of babies; my tally was 20, and Mariella’s was 19, so our pack had grown quite large, and it would be strange not to have kids with us anymore, but by God, I was tired of teen drama.
“Why is Mommy talking about those things, and you aren’t with us anymore?” Benjamin, one of the boys, asked.
As people from the magic house approached, I said to him, “Come on, it’s time for you to meet your new family, and remember, I showed you; if you need anything, you can contact me, but I’m pretty sure you’re pretty busy with your new family as well.”
He was torn in two; he was curious because Mariella’s maternal instinct had not been as strong as mine, implying that those four girls had raised these more than she had, but then again, Mariella was his mother.
I was surprised when I recognized adults walking in.
They were our first children, Princess, and she was Mariella’s, but she went to talk to my oldest teens, so best of luck to them.
Derek, my son, approached me and began conversing with Mariella’s youngest.
He was good with kids; he, too, had raised quite a few children in the past.
Dylan, Mariella’s son, went to speak with Mariella’s trio, who were attempting to be seductive.
My daughter, Meredith, targeted my second set of teenagers; she was also quite dominant, and my children were not the easiest.
Juliet was also mine, and she went to my younger children, petted the dog, tickled them, and made them laugh.
Kelly, one of Mariella’s girls, went to her second set of teens, a larger litter of six, full of seductive attitude and teen drama.
As we both had four sets of children, the last ones went to my daughter, Christina; she took my children, and Brenda, Mariella’s daughter, took the last set of children under her wing.
I walked to each of my 20 children, as well as Adam, Charles Wulfe, and the boys; it was difficult to let go, and despite the teenagers rolling their eyes at our emotional state, they hugged me tightly one last time.
I told Sadie, “You behave, make me proud, and show how Salvatore does it, and if you have any problems with your rage, you know where to find me.”
She replied sarcastically, “Mom, it is kind of hard to believe you should be a tough leader chick leading an army, killer, and whatnot. Maybe I will see you one day.”
I smiled and said to her, “I wish none of that life for you, do you hear me? Despite how cool it sounds, it is not fun and games.” I let her go as Wulfe wanted to hug once more.
As our goodbyes progressed, I noticed Mariella hugging her children, as well as Damon, who was too, but there was no emotional impact like there was for us.
I hugged all of Mariella’s children as well, promising them that I would always be there if they asked.
Meredith and others hugged me as well, and Juliet said, “Well, we’ve been busy with your previous ones, and now you’ve given us another 20. I mean, your goal is breeding, but is this a bit of an exaggeration?”
I smiled and said, “We formed a special bond with Damon and became true alpha pairs, and this is what happened: no matter what he plans with Mariella, he is mine, as are Wulfe and Charles. I must admit that this was a wonderful time for me; however, the last two years with those teenagers made me eager for it to end. Maybe one day I’ll let you see my video diaries and such.”
Christina approached us and said, “Yeah, I want to see your shops and farm at some point, but it appears we have our hands full. Thanks for this, Mom,” rolling her eyes.
I said, smiling slightly, “I hoped I raised them somehow, but if there are some issues, hey, this was my first time, and it was no walk in the park, so deal with it.”
Derek said to me, “It seemed you did fine, but I am not so sure about the lust queen over there; she seems a bit distracted.”
I giggled and said, “It is not just once when she got tired of Damon and his antics and tried to sell him to me, but I had my special Salvatores. ”
Meredith smirked, much like Damon, and at the time, I was sad and happy at the same time, as this was once a new start for us as well as for the kids and also for the pack as well.
None of us were going back to work, but we weren’t going to say it aloud as the lust group, which included Miss Pussy and her cocks, began talking about the Azores, sex, and what they were going to do, as if we were jealous; oh no.
Giselle walked in, nodded to me, and was accompanied by several witches.
I watched as children began to walk to the magic house.
Giselle assured me, “They will be fine. Don’t worry. You’ve done well. I guess you’re leaving, so I’ve got a crew coming to fix this place and take care of the snakes and such. They have a good life as well.”
I was surprised, but we still had over 60 snakes, and since they had lived with us, they were most likely magical and had magnificent homes in other realms.
Mariella approached Giselle and said, “Well, it was fun, but I have to admit, I am not willing to repeat that anytime soon, and we are off the Azores. We need some decompression and unloading after living in teen drama for a few years.”
Damon was wrapped around her like a damn snake, nibbling her neck and grinding against her, and I could see other Salvatores, including number five, were more or less frozen with her lust.
So they only thought about her pussy.
As Adam and others walked near me, Damon simply said, “Well, we’re leaving now; I’ll get back to you once we’ve had a bit of a vacation, which may take some time, so you’re free to do whatever you want.”
I turned and kissed Charles, who was about to explode with rage.
Wulfe squeezed my hand so hard that I thought my bones would break, but he maintained his composure.
Without further ado, Salvatores and Mariella teleported away.
Adam muttered, “Damn pussy and her pussyslaves; at least it allows us to carry out our plan, right, honey?” I agreed.
We had a plan, and it would be perfect.
Damon, who had been the sole packleader for a few years, had just given us his blessing to do whatever we wanted, and oh yeah, this would be epic, perfect, and, best of all, we would do it as a pack.