Chapter 59

"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 trouble 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."

"I think I'd have a hard time claiming it was involuntary. He told everyone he'd changed his mind and for them to leave. I was just so pissed that he'd been planning on doing this to me for over a week. I'd just spent twelve, relatively normal hours with him after getting through his first faux pas. He blows so fucking hot and cold. I could have stopped it, but I have such a temper when it comes to assholes. I just figured I'd fuck those fuckers and I could walk out of Quinn's life forever because he did it to me, and it was his own damn fault he made me walk. It made it easy for me."

"So it is Quinn's?" Randa asked.

"We learned of my pregnancy this morning, what would be the eighth day from the start of fertility. You can tell I'm pregnant two days after conception, so it seems that I conceived on the fifth day, sometime after the morning. But if semen lives for up to three days. I suppose it could be anyone I fucked from the middle of the second day onward, which includes a lot of wolves. Quinn would have had the best odds and freshest sperm on the fifth day. He bred me seven times the last day. Rene bred me four times the third and fourth and three times the fifth, a total of eleven times, and would have the best overall odds, but not the most abundant and freshest sperm the fifth day. It's a numbers game, but any individual sperm can beat the odds. Maybe I'm giving Nat his first. I fucked him once on the second afternoon, and again on the fourth." I hugged him. "That would be all right with me."

"Except you'd be beating me to it," Simone said. "I'm hoping I can give him his first."

"Yeah, I'm guessing there's almost no chance for the rest of you to get knocked up this time. I was surprised I got preggers on my second. My doctor made it sound like it would be my third or later. I guess you wolves just swamped my poor egg and overcame my defenses."

The wolves all laughed. "Simone, since Nat and Daphne want to start training with Conor and Brigitte, why don't you come tomorrow after you finish your breeding and stay a few days while they get the basics down."

"Sounds fun."

"Lisette and I wouldn't mind some refresher work," Tony said.

"I don't have enough beds for you to stay, but why don't you show up every day around nine AM. We'll feed you lunch as long as all you want is raw hamburger. I'll feed the breeders a nice salad."

"That's fine," Tony laughed.

Everyone was kind of wrapping things up and getting ready to leave, though still not dressed. There was a knock on the door. It better not be fucking Quinn, I thought, yanking open the door without looking through the view hole. Oops, it was Carl.

He was staring at my naked body, and then a bunch of other naked bodies, most of the men still with erections, and including Dani, his erstwhile girlfriend. I saw his eyes pop when he saw her. I slammed the door shut in his face.