16. Hips Don't Lie.

It had been a series of active days, filled with excitement, and Damon couldn't have been happier. Their breeding journey had a rocky start, but now things were finally heading in the right direction. Even Mimi seemed to understand how to behave as Damon engaged with her in front of their cubs. Perhaps she truly enjoyed it, but Damon couldn't help but feel that his usual stress levels were slightly eased. Taking ample time to be with Mariella had also played a part in his newfound contentment.

Although it was his alpha side that took control during the breeding process with Mimi, not him, Damon couldn't deny the satisfaction it brought. If it were solely up to him, he might not have been as concerned, as their cubs were already wonderful. But his alpha side yearned for a successful breeding season, so he allowed it to take charge.

Lying tired yet content beside each other, Damon turned to Mariella and asked, "What do you think, honey? Will Mimi wait until the pups leave before the breeding week arrives?"

"No, she won't. The breeding week will come before then. You've done such a remarkable job with her. She smells incredibly fertile. There might even be a larger litter," Mariella replied, her voice momentarily filled with silence. "You might have to breed again next week, so the pregnancy starts once the puppies are out."

Damon was taken aback by the suggestion. He hadn't given it much thought until now. Somehow, he had a feeling that it would happen when it was meant to.

"Perhaps I should take this week to get it done," Damon said, his excitement evident.

Smiling, Mariella responded, "When you have the breeding week, I want you to create a room where Mimi cannot escape. I want to be there to witness it all, and afterward, I want you to take me passionately so we can watch while your Alpha female is breeding."

Whispering, Damon replied, "As you wish, my love, as you wish."

Mariella continued, "Mimo and Shadow are doing an excellent job, especially with Mimi's puppies. Mimi will be ready for breeding next week."

With determination in their eyes, they set out to find the perfect breeding room. Together, they crafted a spell to ensure Mimi could not leave. They set aside a bed, ready for their intimate moments throughout the process.

The puppies were nestled comfortably on the spacious side, their soft fur blending with the plush surroundings. It had only been 24 hours since they had arrived on the big side, and their energy seemed boundless. Mimo and Shadow bounced around playfully, filling the air with their joyful yips. The living grass was good for them to eat so they learned how to throw up fur balls and my cubs had begun sprouting fur too. They had this incredibly soft downy fur on their skin and I loved to touch them. 

Lost in the excitement, I didn't anticipate the sharp sensation as teeth grazed my neck, followed by Damon's intrusive presence. His cock pushed without asking into my cunt and he once again started to fuck me like he had not gotten laid in ages. Instinctively, I fought back, determined to reclaim control.

However, Damon seemed to relish thrusting his heated cock into me relentlessly for hours on end, filling my womb spurt after spurt, making my heat creep closer and closer. Each movement etched its mark within my womb, and a growing dampness signaled my body's response. The sheer intensity of the stimulation brought me to the brink of climax, again and again. 

Exhaustion became a constant companion as I navigated the whirlwind of the 12-hour encounters. He had upgraded his fucking with me now into these truly passionate long breeding or preparing sessions. In human form, I would steal moments to nourish myself, feeling the undeniable ache in my flanks. My womb was reacting, and my ovaries growing. The shower served as a brief respite, allowing me to acknowledge the sensations emanating from my moistened pussy. It knew what was done to it. 

The week passed in a blur; the pups developing rapidly and thriving. And yet, amidst it all, I was being consumed by Damon. Our encounters took place predominantly on the big side, amidst the presence of our offspring. Daddy, as he had become known, had garnered attention throughout the pack, even from our children.

It was a struggle to refrain from referring to them as mine, as the ownership aspect did not seem to Damon necessary. Few silkily whispered words in my ears when I called them my own, made me drop that ownership tag. Oddly enough, I couldn't bring myself to label them as our cubs, either. 

As Sunday drew to a close, anticipation for what Monday held filled me, causing my arousal to intensify. I was so close to starting to seduce Damon for real already. Thankfully, I hadn't yet satisfied Damon's desires, leaving me in need of a different kind of fulfillment. An idea formed in my mind, and I decided to transform myself into human form, seeking a fresh experience. 

Monday arrived, and Damon greeted me with his customary affection. "Good morning, Baby," he cooed, leading me up three flights of stairs to a door.

Upon entering, a grand room unfolded before me. The floor was adorned with plush rugs, inviting mattresses, and cozy blankets. The air carried the scent of anticipation, mingling with the soft fabric. At the far end of the room, beneath the sunlit window, Mariella lay on a king-size bed, awaiting our arrival. 

"Ah, good morning, Mimi," she greeted me warmly. "Welcome to the breeding." Her voice held a mix of excitement and familiarity. "You won't be leaving this room anytime soon." 

I was not going to, not until I would get some dick and good too. My pussy almost screamed to be fucked. 

Damon approached from behind, his touch invoking a spell that undressed me effortlessly. Pushing me onto all fours, he transformed into a majestic jaguar. I could feel the warmth of his stomach fur brushing against my exposed back, heightening my senses. Mariella came closer, parting my legs gently, guiding Damon's erect cock into position right between my moist, swollen pussy lips.

Damon didn't need anything else. He slammed into my wet juicy heated cunt deeply and with such force that I almost flew onto my stomach. He moved, his spines scratching, teasing, and I felt a burn under my ribs that told me I was ovulating. The thrusts were getting harder and harder.

He was irritating my pussy to the point of coming. Now, the constant burning told me that I was starting to duration ovulate. He fucked for five minutes, in a way that I was getting closer and closer, then I exploded and felt him penetrate the horn of my uterus, which was full of eggs, and start to feed his life-giving cargo into it.

Then Damon always broke away. He was waiting for me to walk somewhere or do something and again. I had just gotten up from the floor, feeling the sperm shoot into my uterus, and the lasting heat continued on both sides.

Mariella came to me. "Ooh wow, you ovulated for lasting, Damon darling. Now you have done well. It's raining eggs here."

Mariella guided me to the bed on my back. She spread my legs. Damon now came as a leopard. Mariella put pillows under my hips to make my pussy available. She kept me frozen by a spell or energy. It seemed that the name of the game was that I was not supposed to move at all. Damon came on top of me and straddled me.

Once again, Mariella watched as Damon's lovely, graceful cock sank into Mimi's pussy. Mariella admired the sight of the prick spurting in and out of her cunt so fast she barely noticed. She looked at Mimi's expression. Her arousal shone from her face and she panted as she was so close to cum.

She could see that Damon wanted to mark Mimi again, and Mimi didn't understand the offer of the point. Mariella moved a little higher on the bed and gathered all of Mimi's beautiful red hair over her head so that her neck and shoulders were properly exposed. She turned Mimi's head to the side. Damon measured for a moment, found a suitable spot, and sank his teeth into Mimi's.

As Mariella guided Damon's cock back inside me, I thought I was going to burst. In this position, it managed to fill me really hard, and the cock inside me just grew and grew. The spikes intensified the burning in my ribs. I was close to cum but same time there was enough pain to make this really interesting and hard too. When Mariella came and gathered my hair up, I was a bit confused.

Then she turned my head to the side. A moment passed, and Damon sank his teeth deep into the hollow of my neck. I felt this mark sink into my cat and apparently my pussy because I exploded in the throes of a tremendous orgasm over and over again.

Damon sank deeper and deeper all the time, then after coming four times very violently and I felt the fifth one start to hit, he penetrated my left horn again and started to cum there. He bit my neck the whole time before the last drops were safely inside my womb. When he released his grip on my neck, he licked it.

I came one more time and felt the hot sperm in my womb wander from the force of the contractions. Then Damon changed into human form and went for Mariella. I groaned, pausing for some reason. I was exhausted, collapsed on the floor in the middle of the rugs, and fell completely asleep.

Damon saw how Mimi had breeding fatigue. It told him that Mimi was breeding well and steadily. But she wasn't pregnant yet, per se. All those embryos could go to sleep. Mimi would get some sleep, and then he would be inside Mimi for as long as Mariella could smell that Mimi was pregnant.

Now she's in heat, and he's already breeding Mariella. Mariella was in a frenzy. She was serving and sometimes fighting. Damon bit Mariella deep in the neck to mark her as his own. He could feel Mariella's body beginning to ovulate permanently. She was easier to get pregnant as she was not as stubborn as Mimi and not as alpha, not in close.

He fucked her for two days and was pretty sure she wouldn't ask for much. But Mimi, there was a challenge. Mimi had put about every embryo to sleep while she slept, but not for long. Mimi was still spilling her eggs. Mimi was a challenge for sure. There was no doubt about that at all.

Now that Mimi would wake up, he would show her how he was breeding and breeding to get her pregnant. Damon was sniffing the air, and Mariella would make puppies first. Mariella was already pregnant.

I woke up. I knew that I had slept for a few days at least. I was calmly self-satisfied and didn't immediately remember where I was. I woke up and remembered. Oh, thank God. Hmm, I'm not particularly hot or I don't have many uterine horns. I felt my ribs, hmm, uterine horns, but empty. Well, I guess there won't be any babies.

"Satisfied, Baby?" Damon said from somewhere close by.

His voice was a little impatient.

Ouch. I didn't see that.

I muttered, keeping my smugness hidden, "Morning, just woke up, had a wonderful dream though, did what it had to do."

Damon said, "Yep."

He circled behind me, wrapped his arms around my naked body, and let his hands roam everywhere. His three fingers sank into my pussy and started to work their magic there. I leaned back against Damon and enjoyed it.

He made me come violently and held on as my legs were about to give out. Then he pushed me from behind and started fucking me violently. Standing up, I was in his grip. I moaned and came many times and hard.

Finally, he, too, popped his load inside me and said to my ear, still holding on to me, " Now, Baby, now I'm not leaving you or your cunt until you're pregnant. By the way, Mariella is already done. She will do it first. Let's see if I can get you a second."

He directed me to the bed.

"Get in position, you know," he said, not even looking at me, just expecting me to obey, but that is not me, not at all. 

I didn't do anything. Something inside me decided it was a damn good time to rebel. Damon reacted immediately. He grabbed me by the neck and back, forcing me down on all fours. He held me the whole time. In theory, I could have gotten out of there a thousand ways, but something in his grip was definitely holding me in place. Maybe it was his aura, his dominance, or the fact that my heat was still on. 

He changed in a flash, and the hand on my neck was replaced by teeth so quickly that I didn't have time to react. The weight on me flattened down my upper torso, and I felt him thrust triumphantly right into my womb first. He fucked my womb with thrusts that excited and moistened me completely.

My uterus was already contracting eagerly, as if waiting for sperm. He pushed the horn of my womb deeper than ever before and began to swell and lock inside me. His bite moved to my alpha mark, and the cat bit down hard on it. The pain made my uterus contract, and orgasm after orgasm hit like a tsunami. This breeding was as much about pain as it was about pleasure and not definitely lovemaking of any kind.

When Damon was done this time, he pulled out of my horn, but not inside me. Now he licked the alpha mark and fucked me quietly, as if to tune up for the next time. I was so wet, so damn ready and I shook beneath him, unable to do much of anything else than bite the pillow not to cry out when I exploded.

It didn't take long for his teeth to hit the mark again, and now it was the turn of the other uterine horn. Again, he went deep and sure, locking us together in the most animalistic way. And he blew me over and over again.

Again, he didn't go all the way out. He licked my neck, moving back and forth, whipping substances into my uterine orifice. Something inside me felt there was no choice now but to accept that we were making puppies. But how many? As if he had read my mind, he started again and again.

We fucked in human form from time to time. We were passionate, kind of, and he took me many times in feline form, too. I took my form as well. 

After five days, he said. "Baby, I could say in a minute, but let's take a couple of days for confirmation." And after two days, he said, "OK, you're pregnant. Four weeks, then. And for your information. We can stop this for two litters if you behave, but the slightest defiance and I'll pop you pregnant as soon as you've given birth. Even if you have a breeding womb, I can give you a pheromone that will put it out, but it is up to you."

I thought to myself, not gonna happen! As I walked away. Fine, now I would get to experience the whole pregnancy from beginning to end so these individuals wouldn't hide. Let's just see what this experience is really like.

Damon started breeding Mimosa and Shadow next. He was now quite often, though, visiting Mariella to give her a long-acting nausea medicine and fucking her. Wolves were so easy to get pregnant. They would do Mimi for a week at a time. They would have a fun time studying the problems of the rest of the pregnancy.

So no more breeding for me and I got to be myself. Good times for me.

I was determined to fend for myself once again. It's not hard to organize things in this pack a little bit so that no one is disturbed. After the wolves were bred, I worked through my first week of pregnancy on my own. My only drawback was a lack of appetite combined with hyperactivity—a dangerous combination. 

A direct route to being force-fed again, so Charles had to help. He was not into wolves so much as he had gotten some sense and had seen what wolves could do themselves for the cubs too. So he was taking care of me. Experiencing this pregnancy with me. He developed a diet that tasted good and allowed me to eat what was good for me. Four days later, I figured out what was actually wrong with it.

I didn't want to eat the food that Damon, the alpha male, told me to eat. Great. I rolled my eyes at myself. You're not making sense, I thought. Some part of me just wanted so badly to slap Damon. I was being silly almost, but what I can do? When I was alpha enough and I had evidence in front of me of what kind of breeder had just bred me, it was no wonder that my felines or my alpha side did not take him very seriously. 

Damon and Mariella seemed to be welded together. They went out to dinner, and Damon touched Mariella's rounded ribs, but that didn't hit me at all for some reason. Charles and Adam were looking after the wolves. Charles looked after me when he had time, but I guess one Mr. Salvatore had told him to care about wolves too.

When you were being nice and quiet and not drawing attention to yourself, you could do quite a lot of the work yourself. Mariella had been pregnant for three weeks, I had been pregnant for two, and the wolves had been pregnant for one. Cubs had moved outside and there were people from Magic House to help them, too. After all, they would move there after they were big enough.