3. The Sign.

Mariella was relieved. The need had passed and now she could think. Not daydreaming about being bred over and over again, not fawning over Damon every single time she saw him. Wolves were as relieved as she was. As Damon called them to eat, she and wolves went eagerly, not suspecting anything. Damon was in mood, he had been cooking more or less a week and looking after Mimi who was still asleep but she could soon awaken. Maybe a week more rest and then she could wake up, seeing that others were pregnant, and she was not.

But it is just what it was. Her hormones were in the cellar so there was no chance for her to get pregnant and it was probably her willpower again effecting. damon was too tired to try to start twisting her into more fertile mood, knowing that soon his three females would be so freaking pregnant as possible. He felt somekind of change happening inside him and had a whole new set of instincts playing here. He felt more feline, more alpha, who was ready to take his females and make sure that they would be pregnant. 

His pheromones filled the air, their musky scent lingering and affecting those around him. The women in his presence were not there for pleasure, but for his cruel desires. They would be caressed and talked to, but they would not enjoy it. Colin could smell the anticipation in the room, and it satisfied him. These women would soon experience a time they would never forget, a payback for being mean to Mimi so often.

The females' bodies were ready, their wombs brimming with eggs, having shed them all week. They were incredibly fertile and prepared to be impregnated.

After a hearty meal, Damon seductively looked at the three women before him and proposed, "Fine girls, how about I show you how Salvatores does it? It's been a week since we've had any fun, and we need some now."

Mariella's smile revealed her readiness, eagerly anticipating the feeling of his cock inside her.

Damon stood up, took Mariella's hand, and led the women into a specially made bedroom. A large bed awaited them, adorned with spiked handcuffs. Damon positioned Mariella on her back, securing her in place as the others followed suit, ensuring the women were fully restrained. Their arousal grew, and the men placed a few thick pillows under their hips, spreading their legs wide, leaving their vulnerable pussies exposed.

The room was stocked with a pile of white towels, hinting at what was to come. The men joined them on the bed, not bothering to undress, except for Damon, who transformed into a black lion. The sight of the creature irritated Mariella, as she had not consented to this. She tried to protest, but a sharp sting in her neck silenced her. Charles held a silver syringe, paralyzing her vocal cords.

He whispered, "Now, little one, it is time to breed and breed well. You want to be a good girl, right?"

Mariella felt her rage blowing up. She did not want to be bred, and the mere thought of being bred was beyond irritating. She was trying to move her hips, to squirm. Her voice was down, and she was restrained, naked, and helpless. Pussy exposed, open, ready to be bred. 

Mariella squirmed, desperately attempting to break free, but the lion approached her, his hot, spiky cock plunging into her defenseless pussy. Feline grunted as it began to thrust and hard, fast, enjoying itself.

The number two whispered, "Good girl, just breed, like that."

Mariella's fury grew as she tried to summon her energies, cast spells, anything to escape her torment. But the lion was merciless, tearing her womb apart.

Damon's voice echoed in her mind, "Darling, enjoy the sensation. I am impregnating you with my cubs. Oh, how pregnant you shall be..."

Mariella let out a muffled scream as an intense sensation surged through her body. In a moment of agony, her womb was violently torn open. Damon's rigid, scorching cock began to expand, stretching her to her limits. The bulge grew just in her G-Point. Waves of convulsions overwhelmed her, her body trembling uncontrollably with orgasmic power, although she was too overwhelmed to fully experience them.

As his cock lengthened, she could feel it growing inside her, invading the depths of her womb, causing a surge of pain. The other part of his cock swelled, sealing her cervix tightly, and a primal growl escaped Damon's lips. Hot semen flooded her womb, bathing it in a torrent of heat and sensation. The pulsating sensation in her uterine horns indicated her eggs were being ferociously fertilized.

Frustration and helplessness consumed her as Damon bred her relentlessly. Her belly bulged, a clear sign of his dominance. Soon, the wrathful wolves followed, but they, too, were powerless against Damon's advances. Meanwhile, other men groped her breasts, their touch unsettling and irritating. Their condescending praise only added to her torment, their words mocking her as they commended her for being a "good girl" in such a disturbing manner.

Mariella was trapped in a nightmarish cycle of relentless breeding. Someone used a white towel, using it to dry her slimy, violated pussy. The revulsion she felt was palpable. Damon took her in various forms, each encounter more degrading than the last. He bred her relentlessly, while the others cheered and praised her, celebrating her compliance and her ability to breed so effectively. Day and night, she felt the weight of Damon's cum inside her, a constant reminder of her submissive role in his twisted desires. And those damn white towels, forever reminding her of the violation she endured.

Damon's insatiable appetite extended to her ass as well. With each thrust, she could feel a thick substance being deposited, filling her in a way that was both uncomfortable and perplexing. It seemed that Damon had secrets, filling her ass with something unknown to her. His feline forms were ferocious lovers, their passion driven by the intoxicating scent of their aroused cunts. They bit, scratched, and licked one another, relentlessly breeding in a frenzy of primal desire. Damon's praise, however, took on a mocking tone, their voices resembling talking to children, further fueling the irritation and frustration felt by the females trapped in this twisted world. 

Mariella had lost track of time, but suddenly, Damon turned into a man. He reached for the first Mimosa and forcefully took her from behind, penetrating both her ass and pussy. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the sound of their moans mixed with grunts. Damon continued his assault, thrusting into her relentlessly, until he finally released himself inside her. After he had filled her ass, Mariella felt a flood of warmth in her womb as his sperm filled her.

Exhausted and barely able to keep her eyes open, Mariella realized she had been continuously drugged throughout this ordeal. That damn substance up on her ass was some sort of dope. She could feel Damon removing the restraints from her wrists, but she was too messed up to fight back. As he turned her over, she weakly attempted to strike him, but Damon simply chuckled.

He wrapped her in a sheet, drying her pussy one last time, and said, "Now, darling, you are pretty harmless. It's time to rest. It's been a week of wonderful breeding."

A week, even in her sedated state, she was truly surprised that torment had lasted the whole damn week. She was truly well bred. Mariella was barely conscious as Damon carried her into a bedroom and tucked her into bed.

He smiled at her and said, "Rest now. When you wake up, we'll have radar and continue our breeding season."

The sleep or drugs took over Mariella's mind before she could think any further.

Meanwhile, Colin had been taking care of Mimi during the breeding week. She was still exhausted, barely weighing 40 kilos. Colin hoped she wouldn't fall into her dark state of mind. He had seen her rage before, and it might require Magnum's help to pull her out of it. However, the jealousy of the Salvatores might complicate matters. Colin glanced at the monitor, relieved to see Mimi stable and deeply asleep. Nutrition dripped into her system, and despite her struggle to maintain her body temperature, he wanted to keep her as active as possible.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Number One walked in, his eyes fixed on the monitor displaying Mimi's sleeping form. He was still unsure about his own emotions. He knew what she felt for him, and it felt wrong for him not to reciprocate. But he couldn't deny who he truly was. In the past, he had used his body and seductive abilities to manipulate women, extracting information without feeling anything for them. Mimi was just another asset for him to exploit. His love belonged to Mariella.

Damon walked briskly into the medbay and sat by the computer, the soft hum of the machines filling the air.

He turned to face Colin, his voice laced with a mix of relief and gratitude. "You can go now. We're finally free. Thank you. And let me tell you, she's not an easy one to handle."

Colin rose from his chair, his determination evident in the way he clenched his jaw and shook his head defiantly. Damon narrowed his eyes, his frustration evident.

"What's eating at you, Ferrell?" he spat.

Colin remained silent, his mind racing as he debated whether to speak his mind.

But ultimately, he knew honesty was the best course of action. "You don't appreciate her, not at all. One day, Salvatore, you'll lose her. And although it's common knowledge that leprechauns mate for life, I'm only half a leprechaun. My wolf's side, it's more than ready to claim her, to show her what it means to have a true mate."

Damon's fist collided with Colin's face, swift and merciless, his anger bubbling to the surface.

He snarled, his voice dripping with possessiveness, "She belongs to me, Ferrell. You'll never have her. Don't even think about taking something that isn't yours."

Colin said nothing, his resolve solidifying as he grabbed his bag and walked away. He had made a silent promise to himself - someday, Mimi would be his.

Damon, his senses heightened, meticulously examined the test results. The sterile smell of the room mingled with the tension in the air. He knew she had recently been filled with a bump; the effects lingering in her system. Soon, she would awaken. No longer would she need to sleep for a year, as her recovery could now be aided by proper nourishment. She would find solace in the pack, no longer work as the flea, and could even assist with the care of wolf cubs. But not his and Mariella's. That was off-limits, a boundary not to be crossed. 

Mariella was trying to wake up, but this damn drug was so damn hard to get rid of. When she finally opened her eyes, it was day and her head was still full of whatever. She used white power to clear the drug out of her mind. Damon came to the room when she had just gotten to sit up. She was no longer fucked up, but she could see that she had radar as well as wolves had one, too.

Damon came at her, kissed her with skill like no other, taking her into the shower and this time, it was pure enjoyment, not anything that made her fucked up. They took their time in the shower and Damon chose her clothes, put her hair up, bit her makeup, and they went to eat. Mimi was still sleeping. Damon had said that Colin had left, and Mimi would wake up at some point, she was moved back to one of bedrooms. 

One thing Mariella wanted was number two. He would not worship any more Mimi but her. So she was making her plans of seduction as she was eating. She knew how to use her body, how to seduce, and how to get number two to be hers, not Mimi's. He might have some old feelings for Mimi, but soon he would have all fresh feelings for her and the little bitch would see that there was no salvatore for her. Wolves were easy to get take care of Adam and Charles as they had frustrations to unload too and it was a known fact that Mimi was not so eager to fuck. Of course, Mariella was full of hormones, and hormonal felines as well, so her behavior was nothing to be proud of. But she was blissfully unaware of that.