After finishing my meal, I ascended the stairs and took a moment to observe the flea work. The gentle hum of activity provided a welcome distraction from thoughts of Damon and our upcoming intimate session. Fully focused, I was interrupted by the arrival of the guests.
Now adorned in a dress, it exuded an understated allure, neither excessively provocative nor prudish. The black fabric was adorned with delicate violet flowers, and while it had sleeves, the neckline plunged seductively. The stretchy material allowed me to forgo a bra, and although my nipples were discreetly concealed within the black fabric, a closer inspection would reveal their faint outline.
My blood-red hair cascaded in voluminous curls, reaching down to my ass, a result of meticulous styling. The dress elegantly fell well below my knees, its loose hem and lightweight, slippery fabric adding to its allure. As for my figure, I was in decent shape, weighing 63 kilos, far from a waifish frame. Completing the ensemble were black velvet heels adorned with red diamonds, a vintage find from the Oscar De La Renta boutique that Damon had generously gifted me.
Making my way downstairs, Bran's gaze scanned me from head to toe, acknowledging my presence as the cars pulled up. Choosing to remain seated in a plush armchair in the living room, I opted not to rise immediately. The guests began to arrive, and Bran guided them into the living room. Damon, too, entered with an air of nonchalance. His eyes briefly grazed over my dress, perhaps glimpsing my nipples, eliciting a grunt within my mind. Though my arousal heightened, I maintained a neutral expression.
The alpha male appeared somewhat feeble, his aura overshadowed by the stronger males present. He possessed a short, stocky frame, a friendly round face, and a calm demeanor. I pondered why he held the alpha title, as there were taller, more muscular men in the room whose lustful gazes were evident when they laid eyes upon me.
Women were also among the attendees, with the alpha female exuding a youthful appearance that belied her true age. She had brown hair, a slender figure, and a towering height. However, her elongated and prominent nose, thin lips, and bored expression detracted from her overall attractiveness.
Then there were five or six bimbos, werewolves, of course, and their job was apparently to seduce the men. They had looks, but noticing by giggling they truly weren't that bright. They had sexy dresses, sandals, bleached hair, plucked eyebrows, and makeup so much that it made them look like plastic.
Then there were four males separately, or so I guess they were older than they looked, but the age estimate was 20-25, strong good looking, and pretty damn dominant males. They approached me. They looked like they knew what they were doing, so it was like they had a plan.
This was going to be interesting because Damon had lost all interest in the bimbos when two of the men walked over to sit on either side of me, and we started chatting. These guys knew who I was and what I did. They told me I had saved their relatives, so I quite impressed them. The alpha male looked at Bran, who nodded but barely noticeably, and when one man glanced at the alpha, he nodded, too.
The living room was large. There were three long sofas and then a group of these chairs where I was. My men had gone to the sofas and got the women around them, and the men of the visiting pack, well, at least these younger ones, had come and sat in these chairs next to me. I told them about fleas and also what would have to do if they wanted to be part of the fleas. We had several protocols in place to ensure that no more spies or unsuitable people would get into my organization.
They were nice enough, businesslike at least at first, but I could feel Damon's gaze boring into me. He said to me in my mind, "Baby, that dress, is that edible too."
At that moment, I knew that I probably wouldn't have the self-control to last very long. Damon was prepared to come and take me, more or less. I was slightly amused that if he pulled the same stunt in front of these when with those boys that I saved earlier, Bran would be very surprised.
And then, just when Bran saw Damon was about to act, he had also heard me talking business with them; he called these youngsters and the rest of the pack into the study with him and Adam, leaving Samuel and Damon as the victims of the women of the pack.
It was like this permitted those Bimbos to start acting like they were supposed to act, meaning seduce men. I walked into the kitchen because if there's anything in this world I can't stand to listen to or tolerate, it's Bimbos. There goes my limit of tolerance.
I went to bake or well, I had some ready-made cake layers in the freezer from which I took them to thaw and started to come up with different fillings for them. I started to look for things in the fridge and freezer, then I left the bases to thaw a little. I went outside with a few containers and picked berries and fruits that were ripe. I had a wonderful collection of them when I returned.
I had now my ingredients for some sex juice. Then again, I loved making sex juice for Damon when one filling would be fresh berry puree. It wouldn't matter if the bases were icy when I filled them. They would melt slowly in the fridge, though. I took out my blender and started to blend those berries into the puree, then I put them in strained what was lined with cloth, so sex juice would drain out of them. When one pure was dry enough, I seasoned it with some sugar, maybe vanilla, and cinnamon too.
I carefully sliced the bottoms of the cakes with a long, sharp serrated knife, the sound of the blade cutting through the layers filling the air. Each layer was stacked neatly, forming a tower of cake. I drizzled some of the luscious juices over the layers, lightly moistening them. Next, I took dollops of whipped cream mixed with milk curd, creating a tangy and creamy mixture. Spreading it generously over the moistened layers, I added the next layer on top, repeating the process until all four layers were assembled.
As the cakes sat, waiting to be fully thawed and moistened, I heard the approaching sounds. The chatter of six or seven women, including the alpha female, filled the room. Their voices grated on my ears, but I held my composure. The men from the visiting pack were nowhere to be seen, but it didn't concern me as the bimbos took over the kitchen, bombarding Damon with their mindless questions. He dutifully answered them all, while I focused on filling the cakes, not yet ready to decorate them.
With the task at hand complete, I decided to indulge in a special treat - a mirror glaze for the cakes. But before that, a mischievous thought crossed my mind. I prepared a crepe batter, the sound of it sizzling in the pan adding to the lively atmosphere. The aroma of the freshly cooked crepes wafted through the room, enticing the senses.
The bimbos, complaining about carbs, caught wind of the delicious scent. I smirked to myself, knowing these crepes were not for their consumption. These were not the thin crepes you find in restaurants, but slightly thicker and more flavorful. I had a different purpose in mind for them, one that Damon's presence had ignited within me. It was all in good fun, a playful exploration of our desires.
I got all the crepes fried and then made a cream cheese mixture, and passionfruit-flavored part, and a strawberry-flavored part. I put a little bit agar agar in the mix so it would be a little firmer. Then I took one crepe, put the filling in, made a tight roll, and put it seam-side down in the dish.
I had also a little bit of mixed juice; I had a lot of sex juice and I put there some gelatin. I brushed this gelatin juice onto that seam. It acted a little like a clue. I rolled all the crepes like this and put them in the freezer. They would be just the right thickness and could also be used to treat me if I couldn't find a suitable partner. Oh, I'd love to try those. They were quite thick and my little thickening agents would guarantee that too much of that stuffing would leak out or get too soft.
The thought of having a hard, cold one like that shoved up my cunt did make my pussy soaking wet. So I decided to go upstairs and take a shower because it may be helped my pussy a bit. Let's see if that was going to work. As I was on my way upstairs, I noticed that an alpha female was hanging near our bedroom door.
She said as I got closer. "Isn't Bran on the top of the pack? Then why aren't you Bran's mate, and why doesn't Bran sleep in this room? "
I looked at her for a moment and said, "Bran is not technically my alpha. He is Marrok and likes to hang out in our pack. My alpha is Adam, and Damon is my husband. Go and ask Bran why he is not my mate. He will probably answer you. But I doubt he is not gonna tell you the truth. "
The woman didn't back away but sniffed the air and said, "You are sexually mature but not pregnant. What's wrong? You're perfectly capable of reproduction. Why haven't you reproduced yet? Are you some sort of freak? Or just one of those uppity little bitches that think that my body, my choice, well lady, you should really do your duty, for your species and your pack and breed like a good bitch."
I looked at the woman again for a moment and said, "What I am, is my own species. I am a freak, so yes, my choice, my body. Don't question my motives when you do not know about my life. That's between me and this pack. It's none of your business."
The alpha female snorted, turned around, stopped, looked at me, and said, "Well freak it is a good thing that men of this pack will soon get willing women who are eager to please and to be used, real normal females not ice-cold freaks like you. We are fertile, everyone of us is fertile so soon we shall have next lot when those men of yours will notice our fertility and allure."
I did not bother to answer. I opened the door, went in, and locked the door loudly behind me. I was very aroused and when I had gotten a little more annoyed with that female. It had somehow made me even more aroused. I had quite fantasies with Adam and Damon as well. I took a long, cool shower intending to make this need less, but it was such a lovely showerhead again that I came six times. I had used my fingers too.
Then I dried off and started to think that it's not normal to be so damn excited and sex-crazed all the time. I had walked around the room after I had used my fingers to get me off again. I hadn't washed my fingers when I had just gone and touched everywhere, marking my territory. Was I in some kind of preheat or what? I was also feeling a little vulnerable, so I didn't want to go downstairs to ask this from Samuel.
I called Colin, and he was less impressed. Little hint of his irritation was barrage of expletives that poured out his mouth, very inventive too.
He sighed and said, " Your feline side is probably in heat. The wolves don't smell it, but Damon does. And now I know nothing about reproduction yet. Can there be kittens, and if so, are you ready yet? Now, I can't say other than to remember to take birth control and monitor your condition. Of course, it would always be good to limit, but it can be tricky. You don't have to tell Damon anything yet if he doesn't notice."
He paused for a while and said then, "I have spoken about these things with Curran and he has taught me a lot, but as unique as you are, I can swear that it is not the same to you. As I understand it in the feline world, the male has to realize he's ready to breed. If Damon isn't at the same stage as you, I don't think he'll even detect your heat. And this could be just it was your cat's side that experimented. I don't know. It could be years before it makes another one. It's probably just an experiment, or maybe some stress or something like that got to it."
I said, "Well, we have a pack visiting and an alpha female is not friendly, and as usual there is a group of bimbos to seduce men. Is my feline side marking her men or what? I took care of my needs with my fingers and then I used my scent to mark this entire room. "
Colin chuckled and said, "Yep, alpha feline there, be careful don't start to pee all over the place."
I was quiet. I remembered how I had marked my territory when I had been in heat in Australia and I really hoped I wouldn't come to that.
I thanked Colin, ended the call, and sighed. This wasn't necessarily going to be easy, but let's look ahead a little. He had told me it might go off if the stressor would be removed or then not. He was not sure that abstinence would shut my heat either, and he hoped his contraceptive would work on my feline side too, if it would come to that.