"I don't know how we explain this all." Anya sighed as she looked down at where Yegor had gotten on his knees in front of her son and was smiling as the boy reached out and touched his nose and chin and ears at the request of the man.
"We have plenty of time, myshka," Sergei said as he looked down at the scene, "and some things will just happen naturally."
The next few weeks were strange for Anya, as her family adjusted to their new lives in Duluth. Sergei hadn't been overly pleased that she'd gotten a job. He seemed to want her at home, where he felt she was safe from the many packs of wolves that lived in the area. Apparently, the wolf pack that had encroached on her land the other night had been doing so illegally for years because the former owners hadn't visited the area much. Sergei and Yakov had met with them a few days after and there would be no more incidents like the one of the full moon in the future, they would need to find a new place to hunt. A few of the wolves of the other pack had actually requested to join with Sergei's, but Sergei had been very blunt in his rejection of a larger pack size. His pack would not share Anya. She belonged to them, and no one else.
Anya was already feeling exhausted, her pregnancy wasn't showing yet, but she knew that the seed had indeed filled her with new life. Sergei was very attentive to her, if he was in the house, he was always very close by, and he had a difficult time keeping his hands to himself whenever he caught her scent. Her children had adjusted to the bond a lot more easily than Anya had imagined they would. Sam was able to see through the eyes of Anya now, as well, and he would describe things around them in vivid detail. When he was at school, it was a little more difficult, as he and Penny were not in the same classrooms, but having some sight was better than none at all, and Sam was flourishing from his new ability.
Penny had been shy about it, and had cried the first few times she'd heard the pack speaking to her. But the men and Anya had been very patient with her, and she'd slowly allowed them to enter her mind one at a time until she felt comfortable. A lot was blocked from the children, which Anya realized quickly was easy to do once you adjusted to the bond. Her children were not privy to the sight of her with the wolves, and they didn't know everything that was said between them, as well. It was all very G-rated where her kids were concerned.
The weirdest part of it had happened on Halloween. The four men had gone with Anya and her kids trick or treating. Penny had dressed as Red Riding Hood, and Sam had dressed as a zombie. Oscar was a puppy, and the three were enjoying going from door to door, saying trick or treat, and getting candy from the neighborhoods they had driven to in Duluth. Twig was much more sparse.
"Candy!" A voice had pushed through their minds and the adults had chuckled, knowing the children were excited. But the voice had been insistent, and suddenly, they'd sensed Grigory stiffen and look down at the one and a half year old in his arms, who they'd kept with them as the others went to each door. Her little green eyes were glued to his blue ones and this time, they heard an audible "Canny!"
Anya had gasped, Dina had garbled out sounds before, but she had been slow to start saying much more than 'mama' before now. None of them had expected much of a response to the bond from the little child, but it was obvious that she knew it was there, and Anya had moved her to her and hugged her close, kissing her forehead as she smiled down at her.
"All right, Dina. Grigory will take you to get some candy." Anya had said and watched as Grigory took the little girl up to the next house.
After that day, Dina had said a few more things, and it had been nothing short of amazing to understand her young daughter through this new bond. There was a closeness between them all now that seemed very solid, intense, and it pulled them together quite forcefully. Even when her children were at school, she could sense them talking to her, or the other wolves, and she found herself doing the same while she was working, or when the wolves were at their jobs.
Grigory wasn't the only one that worked. Sergei was a mechanic, and Yegor worked for him in the garage that he owned. Yakov worked on the docks in Duluth. Now that she was fully bonded to them, however, there was barely a time when she was home that they weren't with her, and Sergei met her for lunch every day at work. He'd been introduced to her co-workers as her fiancé, and even when they were in public all together, it was Sergei that she would be closest to, or hold hands with. He was the alpha, and his needs were always met first. It was only when she was with one of the other wolves one on one that she would hold their hand, or cuddle close to them in a restaurant. It wasn't uncomfortable, however, and the other wolves always seemed to be very accepting of their position.
Their sexual relationship continued to be intense. Sergei had told her that it had pained the wolves to not fuck her the way they'd planned the night they bonded, but they'd held back, not wanting to have the other pack return and catch them off guard. Within a week, they took her back out to the abandoned cabin on her land and had changed into their wolf forms without the presence of the large, round sphere whole in the night sky. Anya had watched them shift in shaky anticipation for the first time and had been in awe at the way their bodies had elongated and grown covered with hair before her wide green eyes.
She'd felt her skin crawl with need and her pussy had clenched against the wetness that had begun to leak from her as the four large wolves had stalked around her from all sides. She was bit, first by Sergei, and then almost immediately, Yakov had sunk his teeth in over the mark that the alpha had placed on her. He'd pulled her roughly and she'd fallen down. He was licking the wound closed as a third wolf bit in to the opposite ass cheek and Anya cried out, knowing it would happen even before Yegor moved in to bite her over the mark that Grigory had just left.
Once she'd been claimed by all four of them, Anya had felt them lick the wounds until they were healed, and then she was forced onto her hands and knees, and she had felt the first cock slam home inside her pussy. The coupling had been intense, the heavy thrusts insatiable and Anya was knocked into her stomach, which she protected quickly with her hands as the wolf over her had howled and forced her to take his knot, pulling from her an orgasm that made her shake against him.
He had pulled out of her after he came and Anya had only a moment to breathe before she was pushed up to her knees again, and a second cock came down from behind. She had no idea whose it was, nor had she known who'd fucked her first, as it was dark and she couldn't see their hulking bodies behind her. The second cock pumped into her, coming inside, sliding out and the forceful fuck was repeated with the third, and then the fourth. By the time they'd all fucked her pussy, Anya was whimpering, her breath coming in shallow, rapid pants and she had fallen to the grassy ground she'd been dumped on, thankful for the coolness of the ground beneath her.
She'd rolled weakly onto her back and looked up to see four panting, excited wolves standing over her, their mouths moving down to her body to lick her breasts, her throat, her belly and her pussy that was now leaking out torrents of their cum. Anya had shivered and found herself caught up in another powerful orgasm as they used their tongues on her body. When Sergei had moved in between her legs, she'd gladly pulled them wide for him as he crouched down and pushed his cock back up inside. They'd spent the entire night fucking her, and while she'd cum on their cocks and delighted in the feel, they had not been gentle with her, and had forced her to take them deep in all three of the holes that they could breech. She'd learned that night just how much her body belonged to these four wolves, and Anya felt desperately in love with them. It was hard for her to remember loving anything else so deeply, and she knew she never would again.
Months went by and Anya slowly grew bigger with the litter that had taken root inside of her. She'd went to see an obstetrician that Sergei knew. She'd been surprised to learn that the man was a werewolf, and wasn't surprised at all when he'd used an ultra-sound on her and had seen seven fetuses within her womb. Anya had gasped, however, wondering exactly how she'd be able to birth so many at once. The doctor had told her that she would give birth at home, that when it was time, he would go to her house to ensure a smooth whelping. She would birth pups, he had told her, and they would be able to pass through her vaginal canal relatively smoothly.
Yu's egg had hatched, and the baby was a boy, who he'd named Li, and then about a week later, Zheng's egg had hatched, producing a girl. They were both fully dragon. Zheng was more than a little smitten with his new baby, Zhen. Anya had received a ton of text message pictures of the two. Not long after, there was a delivery at her door of large framed black and white photos of the two babies. Anya often went to the room that had been decorated for them and stood looking at the little ones with a painful tug to her heart. These were her babies, even if they didn't live with her. She ached for them, and knew it frustrated Sergei to see her in pain, standing in the room, her hands rubbing her growing stomach, but there was little he could do.
