Mated to the Pack Ch. 07

Quinn nodded thoughtfully. "Would anyone like dessert?" Quinn asked

"What do you have?" I asked.

"Tiramisu for you, a specially spiced beef jerky for the wolves."

"It sounds delicious, thank you."

Quinn got up and got everyone some of his desserts. When I took a bite of mine, I asked, "Did you make this yourself?

"I did. Instead of using just coffee, I use coffee with a bit of Irish whiskey, and a dash of Bailey's Irish Cream."

"Very good," I said, taking another bite.

******

We helped clean up.

"Where are Conor and I sleeping?" Brigitte asked, wiping the last dish.

"Why don't you both sleep in the master bedroom with Jessica."

Both of them looked at Quinn, then me again. We were all confused.

"Quinn, am I still in estrous?" I asked. "If you're a tracker, you must have a good nose."

He shifted and sniffed at my crotch, then licked me, quickly switching back.

"You're still fertile," he said, quietly.

"I promised Rene that I wouldn't fuck Conor again while I'm fertile. He hasn't earned the right to breed me yet. If I'm going to fuck someone, I need to fuck you. I promised. Show them the spare bedroom."

Quinn showed them where they'd be sleeping, then I took his hand and led him back to his bedroom. He bred me three more times that night, all in a row, then he licked both of us clean, (thank you for small favors), then shifted and I went to sleep in his arms, exhausted and satisfied. So satisfied, I woke him up with a blow job in the morning, and we fucked as humans to completion for the first time. Quinn was a fantastic lover, the best I'd ever had.

We all ran in the morning and we'd showered and eaten. Everyone was in a good mood. At ten in the morning, there was a knock on the door. Despite my nudity, I answered the door because I was closest. I opened the door, and there were eight people there, six men and two women.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

They all looked me up and down, and several of them sniffed, by which I assumed they were wolves, taking my scent.

"You must be the new breeding bitch," the man in front said. "Quinn invited us over to have some fun and games with you for eight hours. We've been working our asses off for a week having contests to see who the best eight trackers were. The best eight get to fuck you all day. I've got to say, I'm really looking forward to it. You're hot."

One step forward, two steps back.

"By all means, come in."

I stepped away from the door and they came in and started stripping. Quinn was standing across the room, a horrified expression on his face.

"I changed my mind," Quinn said. "It was all a mistake. You need to leave now."

"Nonsense, Quinn. You heard them. They've been working their asses off for a whole week, vying with others for the privilege of fucking moi. These are the winners, and they should be rewarded for their hard work. Where are we having this party then?" I asked.

"Quinn has a playroom," the leader said. "We've played there a few times. We just can't hurt you."

"Goody, since you've been there before, why don't you lead the way."

The eight wolves led me to Quinn's playroom downstairs, a well equipped bondage dungeon. At least I knew Quinn wasn't an amateur when he put a collar on me. For the next eight hours, I was fucked, a lot. I had my first double penetrations, triple penetrations, I was fucked in the ass by a wolf, not knotted, thankfully, while fucked in the pussy by a human. I licked lots of pussy, and the females donned strap ons and fucked me with those. The wolves also licked my pussy many times, which is probably the only way I got through eight hours of non-stop fucking. At one point, I had cocks in all three of my orifices while I jacked off a couple other cocks, who readily sprayed my face with cum. I must have swallowed a quart of the stuff. I would have been a cum covered mess if not for their propensity to lick me clean as needed, something they were very good at.

Brigitte and Conor came in every so often to check on how I was, Conor with an erection every time, smelling the fucking orgy. I was sore, and so fucking pissed, but I didn't take it out on the wolves fucking me. Uh-uh. I gave them every hole they wanted, gladly.

No sirree, Bob, the fucking furnace of rage burning inside of me was for fucking Quinn, who couldn't act like a decent fucking guy for two days straight, without royally fucking up.

After eight hours, Brigitte came in and kicked the fuckers out. She led me to a big open shower near the playroom where she thoroughly washed me, using a convenient bidet hose to wash the cum out of my pussy and ass, then a jacuzzi tub where hot water was already bubbling merrily away. She held me gently, and I bawled my eyes out, our arms around each other, she softly cooing mothering sounds to me.

It washed away more than what the shower left behind. It washed away the soreness and whatever faith I had that Quinn would ever be more than he was - a broken wolf. It took about an hour, but finally, I felt quasi decent. We got out, Brigitte dried me off, giving me a kiss. When we went upstairs, Quinn was nowhere to be found, the fucking coward. Brigitte and Conor helped me pack up the stuff I brought and we left, locking the door behind us.

When we got back to my townhouse, the front entryway was loaded with flowers. Flowers in vases, planted in pots, in arrangements, in just about every way flowers could come, including a single rose laid on the welcome mat. It looked like a florist shop had been emptied at my front door. There was a card taped to the front door. I looked inside.

Please forgive me, Quinn.

I took one flowering plant for each of my breeding buddies, Brigitte, and a philodendron for Carl, and threw the rest in the trash, with Conor's help. I went inside, determined I'd never have to think about Quinn again for the rest of my life.

*******

It was the second morning following that I got the worst news of my life, worse than getting laid off, although I didn't realize it at the time. At first, I thought it might be good news. We'd gone running and Brigitte was running as a wolf, while Conor and I ran together as humans.

Brigitte suddenly woofed, and Conor stopped dead. I halted and looked around, wondering if trouble was coming.

Conor said, "You're pregnant."

"What the fuck! You better be joking."

"No, Brigitte smells it. She's not joking."

Please, God. Don't let it be Quinn's, or that fucking orgy I had.

"When?"

"I didn't smell it yesterday when we ran, so it couldn't have been your fourth day of fertility, or the morning of the fifth. It had to be the evening of your last day."

"What about that orgy I was in? If it was from that, it's probably a human child."

"You weren't fertile then. Brigitte would have smelled it during our morning run that day, and never would have allowed you to participate. I mean if fertility schedules are that precise. I'm no doctor, so I don't know. Maybe?"

"So you're telling me that it's God damned Quinn's!"

"Unless you fucked someone else, it almost has to be. Stranger things have happened, I guess, but the nose says it's likely Quinn's from the timeline."

See what I mean about the worst fucking news of all time.

"Are you going to tell him?" Conor asked. Brigitte whimpered.

"No fucking way. We can tell everyone you smelled it yesterday."

"You mean lie?"

"Through our fucking teeth, and if Rene wants to know why we didn't tell him yesterday, tell him I asked you to wait until we were absolutely sure because I didn't want anyone's hopes up. Fuck! Let's go back. I need to think and make phone calls."

We cut our run short and went back home. Conor shifted and did the smell test after my shower and confirmed I was knocked up. Brigitte called Rene and told him I was pregnant. He said he and Sasha would be here as quick as they could. I called the other breeders and let them know, making plans to meet tonight, then I called my parents.

"Jessica, darling girl, how are you?" Mom asked as soon as she answered.

"Is Dad there?"

"Tennis tournament."

"I'm pregnant. Going to have a wolf," I said.

"Already?"

"Apparently you can't hide anything from a wolf nose."

"My goodness. That was fast. I thought it would be the next time at least."

"So did I. Apparently, that wolf cum works hard to overcome any barrier to pregnancy."

"How are you feeling about it?"

"On the whole, okay. Specifically, not so much."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think the wolf that knocked me up is someone I fucking hate with all my heart."

"What happened?"

I gave her the quick run down on the entire sorry episode, from the time Quinn was going to impregnate Brigitte, to my holding a knife against his throat, and agreeing to let him try to breed me my fifth day if he left her alone, to the gangbang he'd arranged in my honor, which I'd participated in because he was such an asshole.

"He tried to stop it?"

"Half-heartedly. He told them to leave, but this is something he'd worked on for a long time, even having the wolves compete to see who were the best trackers, picking the eight best for the debauchery. I was so fucking pissed, I did it to spite him."

"You know, there's an axiom about biting your nose."

"I know. I've heard it, but it's hard to remember the parables when you're so angry you can scream. I thought, for just a moment, he could be decent, Mom. The previous twelve hours were pretty damn special. He made a wonderful dinner, invited Conor and Brigitte to come spend the night, even made love to me in the most wonderful way imaginable, then pulled this shit because he thought I was some kind of slut or whore? I don't know what the fuck he was thinking, but I was devastated when they came to the door and said they'd been invited to fuck me for eight hours. I couldn't see straight. So I gave them everything they came for and hoped Quinn choked on it."

"Oh, my. You didn't get pregnant during that?"

"I don't know for sure. I wasn't fertile that morning, but I don't know how accurate that stuff is. If I did, I'll probably have a human child. No one fucked me as a wolf except in the ass during one of my triple penetrations. I think I've now done everything with a wolf that you ever did. I was even jacking off two other wolves while I was triple penetrated and they orgasmed all over my face."

"Ah. Jessica. Was it bad?"

"I was a little sore afterward, but the worst part of it wasn't the fucking orgy, it was Quinn arranging it in the first place. Anger kept me from feeling much. Anyway, maybe you and Dad could visit me in a little while, like six weeks from now. I also found three other girls to breed with the Maine pack and they're all pretty nice. Maybe Gretchen could come with you if you coordinate with her. We can be pregnant together for a bit."

"I'll talk to her."

"Do it tomorrow. I want to call her myself today."

"Okay, baby. I love you."

"Love to you too, Mom."

I called Melinda, Brenda, and Gretchen (individually) and gave all of them the news I was pregnant, although I left out the hateful stuff.

Neither Gretchen or Melinda said they were having morning sickness yet, although Melinda said it was too early. Brenda wasn't knocked up yet, although she'd had her first breeding, and hadn't minded at all. She said she was going on two dates a week and getting all of the sex she wanted. Tommy Senior had come by to see his son one day just as Brenda was going out on her date, and was quite the jealous asshole when he saw the stud she was going out with, Eric, as a matter of fact.

"I told him I was getting great sex now that I wasn't tied down to a cheating bastard of a husband who was with other women as much as he was ever with me, real men who had jobs and could afford to take me nice places. I don't know what I saw in him in the first place."

"You saw the star quarterback and not the person he was underneath. He had no character. You saw the glitter and not the substance. All he was, was a pretty face and a hard body. People are so much more than that."

I invited Gretchen to come visit, maybe spend a couple weeks. She could come with my parents if she wanted to, or come alone. Either way, we could spend some time together. I said my parents would call tomorrow and they could work something out.

Rene and Sasha got there after lunch and immediately shifted to check it out for themselves if I was preggers.

"It's Quinn's then?" Sasha said. "How unfortunate."

I agreed with her thinking it was unfortunate, but said the wolves scented it yesterday, but it was faint and I wanted to be sure, so it might have been on my fourth day of breeding, or early on the fifth that it occurred. Sasha was happy that her mate might end up a father again.

"Yeah, humans don't usually tell anyone that they're pregnant until the third month because it's fairly common to lose a fetus before then. Telling you after two days seemed to be rushing it for me."

"Well, no matter who the father is, it's still another puppy for the pack, so that's good," Rene said. "Jessica, you've done wonders. I thank you."

"You're most entirely welcome."

"Do you need more bodyguards?"

"I think I'm good. I spend a lot of time with the other three breeders and they all have their own bodyguards, so between all of them, I doubt we need more help."

"If you need anything, let us know," Sasha said. "We'll start picking up fees for medical bills and such."

"You'd be nice to have, at some point," I laughed. "Maybe we can have a girls night, go to Portland and check out some male strippers to get warmed up, before getting a hotel room and licking lots of pussy."

Sasha laughed. "You plan it, I'll come."

"No alcohol for me, of course. I'll need to get drunk on pussy juice."

She laughed harder. "I enjoy your company. I'd like to spend more time with you. Alas, pack matters take up much of ours. We'll talk to you later."

When the other breeders came, I didn't have enough furniture in the living room for everyone to sit on chairs, so several of the men were lolling on the floor. Simone was the last to arrive. She'd had her fourth day of breeding today, and she, Nat and Daphne were coming from Wolf Central, as I was now referring to the compound. Nat, as Simone's bodyguard, a mated wolf, and a higher ranked wolf, was being allowed to breed Simone every day, although not at WC. He had to do his breeding at any other time, so he still hadn't fucked Simone today. Her other breeders included Rene every day and a random assortment of other ranked wolves.

Since he hadn't fucked Simone yet, and wanted to get into her as fast as possible for his best chance of impregnating her, after congratulating me on my pregnancy, the three of them went up to my bedroom and procreated before coming back to join the rest of us. All of the wolves shifted to scent the fruition of my loins, confirming for themselves I was carrying. Of course, with the mating going on in the confines of the house, all of the males were erect, and, we were all naked, so it was nearly a forest of erect cocks springing from the loins of the men, all of whom were larger than seven inches. If I had to guess, I thought that Tony, Lisette's mate and Dani's bodyguard, had the slightly largest cock of those I could see. Maybe Nat's matched it, but he was upstairs. I gave Dani and Randa wine. Everyone else had water, including me.

When the breeding was completed, the throuple came down and joined us. Brigitte had prepared a huge casserole for supper, a goulash type dish, heavy on the hamburger, and light on the pasta. My table wasn't big enough for twelve either, so everyone dished up and returned to their seats in the living room, Conor abandoning his seat so Simone would have a place to sit. He even put a towel down so Nat's cum wouldn't soil the chair as it slowly leaked out of her.

It was essentially wolf socializing, with a little less out and out copulation going on, but there was some kissing and petting. After eating, we chatted for a while. Randa said she was going to start her first breeding in a week. Dani's was going to start in two days, on Sunday. Tony would be one of her daily breeders, like Nat, but unable to breed her until the others were finished, as he wasn't quite as highly ranked as the other wolves seeking to have progeny, but still highly ranked enough to rate for her breeding, especially because he was mated. Randa's wolves didn't rate for her breeding, so they couldn't fuck her at all after she became fertile. They were apparently taking advantage of her non-fertile status now, frequently.

Around eight PM, Brigitte got a phone call from Quinn, asking to speak to me.

"I don't want to talk to him. Tell him from me that he can go to hell."

"I can't tell him that," Brigitte said. "Wolf protocol."

"Fine." I grabbed to phone, said, "Go to Hell. I never wish to speak to you ever again. Fuck off!" And then I hung up. "I don't follow wolf protocol."

Of course, everyone wanted to know what happened, but I refused to say anything. I just told them to talk to Quinn's best trackers if they wanted to know why Quinn was a royal asshole.

"Shit, I already heard about that," Ryan said. "That was you?"

I nodded and started crying. Brigitte held me again as Ryan narrated what he'd learned. It was pretty damn accurate. Somebody had been paying attention. Randa hugged me after the story was told.

"You're my hero," she said.

"Why's that?" I sniffed.

"Because I wouldn't have had the balls to do what you did. You're my favorite slut."

I had to laugh at that, and the temperature of the party improved again.

Dani asked, "Is there any chance that's the reason you're pregnant?"

Everyone looked at me again. "I'm not a doctor and don't really know for sure, but I wasn't fertile that morning, so what the hell do I know."

"That's what the internet is for," Daphne said, pulling out her phone. "To answer life's little mysteries."

She typed in something and started reading. "Okay, this is from Web MD. Male semen can live in the female's reproductive system for up to three days, which is why the rhythm method sucks as birth control, because even if you stop fucking before fertility starts, some little bastard is just waiting for the chance to pounce on a passing egg."

"You mean I have to stop fucking Liam and Ryan three days before I'm fertile?" Randa asked.

"Sorry, bitch," Daphne said, "but if you can't trust rhythm, them's the breaks. Unless you want to end up with a human child you don't want to take care of."

"Well, shit!"

"They can still lick you and fuck you in the ass," I said. "Try to look at the bright side."

"I haven't let them fuck my ass yet. Do you?"

"Yes, and it's not bad, but you need to be prepared for it. Let one of the bitches show you how to prepare. Wolves fuck asses all the time."

Daphne continued. "It's extremely rare for conception to occur after normal fertility, but it might depend on the regularity of your cycle. Conception, the actual pairing of the zygotes, normally occurs in the fallopian tubes and the egg continues descending to the uterus, where it attaches itself to the uterine wall. The conditions for attaching to the uterine wall, normally don't exist after the fifth day, so anything injected after then, should waste itself on fallow ground. So let's just say, damned unlikely if no one smelled you weren't fertile. It's probably the changes to the lining to the uterine wall we smell which indicates you're fertile. We don't smell it, it ain't happening."

"That's good. I didn't want to think of going through this, then ending up delivering a human child. That would have been a bitch, pardon my French."

"You might be able to get Quinn booted from the pack if it was involuntary," Nat said. "Quinn's been riding the edge for some time."