Anya didn't wake up when the lid was pulled off of the top of the box that she had been returned to earlier in the day. She had been placed inside, atop the flannel shirt that Sergei had been wearing the previous evening when they met. They'd been unwilling to go hunt down the satin pillow that she'd used on her trip to the forest, so they'd improvised a bit. They'd decided not to tie her back up, apparently the pack wasn't very into bondage, that was Mr. Hughes' kink, Yakov had muttered as they fitted the smaller satin pillows around her so that she wasn't roughed up by the wooden walls during the transfer.
Yakov had been somewhat liberal with the lotion from Chrysanthulus and she had felt her holes tighten and he fingered the goo in and around each of them liberally. Then she'd been fed and forced to drink several glasses of water before she used the restroom once more and had walked outside with the four men, really hesitant in her steps as she thought about leaving them. Having to do so had brought a tear to her eye and she'd been pulled into a hard embrace with the alpha as he'd ordered her not to cry.
"What we did to you was unnatural. You have to go. Mr. Hughes has plenty more for you to try. Do what he wants you to do, Anya." He'd told her, holding her chin in his rough hand before he moved forward and kissed her for the first time with his mouth, making her melt against him all over again.
Instead of crying in front of the four of them, she'd bawled all the way to the airport, at least until she'd fallen asleep from exhaustion. She'd slept the entire flight and hadn't felt being transferred from place to place, not even when the metal cart had moved her back to the patio where she'd first been put inside of it. The bright light of the midday sun warmed her face and the tops of her breasts and knees that showed from inside the box and Anya slowly fluttered open her eyelashes. Tilting her neck back, she saw Mr. Hughes standing over her, quietly watching, wearing yet another black suit.
She looked at him for a few moments quietly, taking in his firm jaw, the way he still looked just a few days shy of a shave, and how his body filled out his clothing. Anya squinted her eyes a little.
"I told Mr. Bricker 'no dogs.'" She said to him and watched as his smile stretched across his face as he reached into the box and helped her out of it.
"They weren't exactly on the same branch of canine, Anya. Looking at you, you seem to have handled it relatively well." His eyes moved from her face and travelled along her lower body.
He put a hand on her arm and turned her so that he could see her back, as well. She felt him stiffen just the slightest bit beside her and looked to see that his lips were pressed together a little tightly. He didn't respond otherwise, however, and instead left her side for a moment to go to a table near the back entrance to the mansion and he picked up a shake. When he turned to bring it to her, his face was once again relaxed. He spread his lips in a charming smile.
"You must be famished, Anya. We will have to increase your food today so that you stay healthy. You've lost four pounds since yesterday." He told her as he handed her the shake and watched her face turn up to his in confusion.
"How in the world can you tell that I lost four pounds?" She asked, then took a long drink of the shake, it tasted a little different this morning, more tart, and she took a smaller gulp because of it.
"I am your master in the house, Anya, I know every inch of you, every bump and dip. You were exercised quite a bit last night, it seems. Thankfully, the few little scratches you have are barely visible." He put a hand on the bottom of the glass to raise it back towards her lips, "Please drink all of it, Anya. Every drop."
"It tastes funnier today." Anya said before she took another large drink to appease him.
"Who bit you, Anya? Was it the alpha?" Mr. Hughes knew the answer, the alpha would have attacked one of his betas if they had taken such a huge liberty. Sergei would have been the one, and he could imagine how well that had went for the pack.
"Yes. It seemed to make everyone really angry." She nodded and again drank from the glass.
"Of course it would. Keep drinking, Anya, and let's sit down." He waved to a pair of outdoor chaise lounges that they were close to on the patio.
Anya nodded, walking beside him to the seats and sitting on one while he sat at her side, facing her. She drank several more times before he spoke again.
"I am sorry that he bit you, Anya. Generally speaking, the wolf packs that we work with, they're under orders not to claim you in such a way." He looked at the contents of the glass. She had two more sips left. He motioned for her to take them.
Anya licked her upper lip when she felt some of the liquid cling to it before asking her question, "Claim me?"
"For mating purposes. If a wolf claims a girl, be she human or wolf, only the one who she bears the bite of is allowed in her pussy before she's bred." He said softly as she finished the glass.
Mr. Hughes took it from her, and Anya watched him walk away and put it on the table. He said something she couldn't hear to Shi who had been hiding just within the doors, and the woman nodded and disappeared for just a moment. Mr. Hughes looked over his shoulder at Anya who was still sitting in her seat, anxious to question him about what he just said. Shi returned, and she handed him another shake. Jesus, fuck, how much were they going to make her drink at once?
"What do you mean, bred?" Anya asked as he shoved the new glass into her hands.
"I mean that the litter you bore would be all his progeny. Not the pack's. Wolves these days are very careful about who they bite, especially when there are female wolves in the pack. It can cause problems, especially if it's the alpha, and he bites more than one."
"Stop, Mr. Hughes. You're telling me that I'm pregnant, with a l-litter?"
"How many times were you fucked before Sergei allowed the others to cum in your pussy?" He asked gently as he pushed the glass to her lips. This one wasn't as tart.
Anya drank the shake for a few moments while she tried to remember, she had fucked so very much and so very hard last night and this morning. "F-five? No, six. Sergei came in my pussy three times before he let the rest of the pack fuck me that way."
"Then you likely have six eggs inseminated within you. When you fuck a werewolf, it makes your ovaries work differently. Instead of producing one egg a month, you change to spontaneous ovulation. Fucking makes you produce an egg. It doesn't seem to matter which hole they use, you ovulate each time." Mr. Hughes explained, watching as she quickly drank the rest of the shake before handing him the empty glass. She was shivering a little and her eyes had closed.
Putting a hand on her knee, her watched her breathe in deeply and then she finally opened her eyes to look at him.
"But every additional time I was fucked, didn't I just produce another egg?" She would have made many more eggs, wouldn't she? At least three? None of this made sense.
"No. Once the alpha smells that he took seed in you, he sends out a chemical signal to the other wolves. Their anatomy is a bit different, they have a store of cum inside their wolf forms that they can shut off and connect to the human anatomy."
Anya shook her head, total crazy talk, she didn't understand any of it, "But their human cum?"
"They're sterile in their human form." He stood up again and walked the empty glass over to the tray and then turned back and walked towards her.
"So I'm pregnant with six babies?" The thought made her feel a little sick to her stomach and she put a hand over it as she stood. He moved forward as if to assist her and she put her other hand up, asking him to give her space. She did no want to be pregnant. That was not why she had come here.
