After a few days of relative freedom, I had the pleasure of choosing my activities. Most of the men were occupied with transforming our IKEA furniture into unique, custom pieces, which naturally caught Mariella's attention. She was eager to commission them for various projects, as she had a vision for numerous pieces of furniture.
Meanwhile, I was in the kitchen, humming to myself, as it was naptime. I had spent a delightful morning with our five children, who were giggling, cooing, and making a mess. Anticipating a larger mess, I always managed to find Salvatore to watch over them whenever I needed to fetch the laundry, start a machine, take a roast out of the oven, or thaw cake bases. I timed it perfectly, so that upon my return, I would find an eager daddy changing nappies, a scene of smelly poo, giggling infants, and me, appearing utterly innocent as I entered.
Today, we were planning Mariella's first lesson, as she was scheduled for the evening shift upstairs. Adam, Charles Wulfe, and others were involved, making this a perfect arrangement. In the preceding days, I had taught my eager students about pheromones and a few clever techniques.
For example, I demonstrated how to make their scent more potent and lasting. They practiced, and the girls, as well as the Salvatores and others, were learning how to leave a distinct scent trail.
I showed them key areas on the human body, such as the soles of the feet, between the toes, and the asscrack, where scent is particularly difficult to remove and tends to linger, wafting out with sweat.
The plan was simple: seduce Mariella. They would give her quick but intense fucks, quickies, scent her thoroughly, and make it seem natural, which it was. Damon, no longer the pack leader, had no say in this, and Charles had ordered his men to scent the females. It would be a tough lesson for the number one, given his jealousy.
Mariella would then have a choice: deny all other husbands and focus solely on being number one's, or make him understand that she, too, would occasionally smell of others and was comfortable carrying the scent of all her husbands. If she chose the former, oh boy, they would have a fantastic display of emotion right on their faces, unlike the robotic behavior of number one.
For them, showing that something hurt their feelings was almost an honor. They were getting better and better with their pheromones each day, even though they were still quite basic, but they were improving. It was just one more skill to be learned, and as they grew more comfortable with their pretender side and pretender powers, meaning they enjoyed learning and wanted to, they kept practicing, improving, and not telling number one a thing.
I was slowly stirring my rice porridge as I prepared it for the babies. It was today's new food, and I made a lot because it was so delicious, made with special pink rice that wouldn't clog their guts too much. Or mine, for that matter.
Soft but seductive voice of number two asked behind my back, "Hmm, what is that? It smells nice?"
I replied. "Rice porridge, remember Christmas with the kids? Same stuff, only I used pink rice, so it won't clog me that much. And since I'll drown this with butter and cream, there's plenty of fat."
He pressed himself against me, sniffing my neck. He was reading my pheromones, and this was very important to all of salvatores, as there was just a truckload of information when one learned to read pheromones correctly.
"You're worried, right? What about? Something's on your mind," he remarked.
I said. "Money stuff, not too bad, just a little paperwork. Well, never mind, I don't have time to explain; it's just like I said, paperwork."
He hummed into my ear, and soon, Charles's soft voice asked from the doorway, "Honey, paperwork? I can help; I am the pack leader and husband. Come on, spit it out."
Having a horde of attentive husbands gave me a great opportunity to learn, but it also made me a little edgy. The reality was that time kept moving forward, and eventually, this would all be over. What then? Could I bear to lose them all, to be without them, as we grew so close day by day?
I rolled my eyes and said, "Well, it's just the fact that, did you know I can be at home for three years? My benefits from Finland will cover me. However, I do work from time to time, and on those days, I need to log them. They don't pay benefits then, but those days are usable later. Thus, the paperwork. And since... well, since Number One filed his withdrawal of paternity from my babies, it means he doesn't get his days. And since he's mostly been using his own insurance, I can have even more days since you guys have your own insurance and don't need my days."
Number Two then asked, "So, let me get this clear. You get benefits for three years as a stay-at-home mom, and there are days for us to use, meaning we could also get those benefits?"
I nodded.
Charles chimed in, saying, "Fine, from now on, I will take care of everything, from your benefits to your paid days. Don't worry, I have permission to do this for you, and we'll see who gets those days and how many."
I replied, "It's at least a year's worth, and since they're only paid on weekdays, those 374 days will last longer."
Charles grunted.
Number Two squeezed me tighter and exclaimed, "Oh my God, baby, you just gave me more time to be with you! And as for paternity, there'll be a long list, as we all file for it. Now, move over, let me do my magic and give me what I ask, like a good wife you are."
Mariella entered the kitchen just then and remarked, "Oh, are we discussing being a good wife? Well, I must say, Mimi is doing great. Me? At least according to Number One, not so fine."
Charles tilted his head and approached Mariella, his scent filling the air and quickening her breath.
"Bend over, grab your ankles," Charles grunted.
Mariella swallowed and complied. She wore a satin shirt chosen by Number One, a usual short skirt, and skimpy panties. Number Two remained cool and calm, slowly mixing the porridge, which was thickening nicely.
I walked to the fridge to grab a stick of butter, but Number Two said, "Two sticks. We need a lot of butter, and give me that special salt, the one you have in the upper shelf. Don't think for a minute, missy, I don't know." His voice dripped with dominance.
Charles stood behind Mariella and, with a brutal move, ripped her panties off, making her gasp. He knew exactly how to rip them to maximize the sensation in her pussy, making it sting and arouse same time.
He then rubbed her panties in her soaked slit and finally reached and pushed those wet panties into Mariella's mouth, saying, "Be quiet, keep your position like a good wife should, and spread more."
She wore heels, but she spread her legs, her thighs trembling. Charles opened his jeans and, with a self-control that made Mariella whimper, pressed just his huge glans in, pulled back, and thrust a bit more, making it slow and agonizing. Mariella could not beg, only grunt against her own panties in her mouth.
Charles lifted her skirt way up and slapped her ass, making it jiggle, and spit in her asscrack as he fucked her with one slow thrust at a time.
I could feel her frustration and enjoyment in the hive, and I asked Number Two telepathically, "My love, do you want me to... broadcast this... into the hive so Number One notices...?"
He nodded, a beastly smile curving his sensual lips, and replied, "Show me how you do it, so I can do it too."
This was a tall ask, as I hadn't shared my hive-manipulating skills so readily, but his dominance pressed more and more upon me. Sure, I could counter it, but then again, we would end up in bed, and that wasn't the plan, so I yielded. I showed him, without telling too much, but as he was a very skilled telepath, he just plucked the knowledge from my mind like candy.
As Mariella's sensations overwhelmed the hive, Number Two spoke softly. Charles was now fully inside Mariella, thrusting at an escalating pace, slapping her hard on the ass. The sound echoed in the kitchen. "He knows, I can feel it, and by God, he's pissed. Time to up the game." He nodded slightly.
Charles ripped Mariella's shirt open, lifting it as he pressed himself against her back, his scent radiating outward. And, as he predicted, he smeared his musk all over her, a thick cloud surrounding them, while fucking her at the same pace to prolong her orgasm, ensuring the broadcast in the hive would last.
Number Two then gave voice to Mariella's thoughts as she begged and pleaded in her mind, describing Charles's magnificent cock and how the spanking made her cream herself even more. I focused and gave Number Two my special salt, custom-made for me by my contacts, chipped from huge blocks.
Number Two had delved deep into my mind, uncovering many of my secrets, and he seemed eager to use them. What set him and the other Salvatores apart from Number One, who usually kept me from the cooking and did everything himself, was their use of me for chopping, peeling, and other tasks.
We were cooking together, which didn't mean I wasn't sometimes fed up with their intrusion and the fact that they did all the fun stuff. As Charles finally roared, flooding inside Mariella and ordering her to cum too, she was drenched in sweat, trembling. Charles yanked her panties from her mouth and wiped his cock with them, then used a spell to mend them and forced Mariella to put them back on. He also told her not to wash for 24 hours.
Mariella was flushed and said, "I will be back. I need to check on the triplets."
Wulfe smiled as he entered and said, "Well, I'll come with you, mistress of mine."
Mariella swallowed but had no choice but to nod, and they left the wing. I wasn't sure if Wulfe would need some release, but his mere presence near Mariella, as Number One would see, was priceless.
Number Two tasted the nearly finished porridge and told me, "You'll get your cup after the babies, until then, no chance."
I nodded and replied, "It's fine. I have snacks, and I was planning on doing some cleaning with mops and vacuums anyway, followed by maybe some sensory play for the babies after they eat."
He furrowed his brow, considering.
Charles then said, "Well, I'm off to check your benefits. Yeah, our plan is very useful. Indeed it is."
He was as smug as could be, having achieved his goals and dominated Mariella, so naturally, he considered it a success.
I walked to the fridge, where I had prepared my snacks earlier, without showing or getting approval for them, as they were delicious. They were mini beef wellingtons with nut-based dough and a juicy wagyu pheasant mix, cooked with walrus lard – one of the specialty ingredients I had acquired, along with whale and sea lion meat, when this all began.
I sourced most of these special meats from zoos or from contacts who knew nature conservation organizations, and occasionally, fresh carcasses were found, providing a wide variety of meats. I also had a bowl of shrimp ready.
I grabbed my tray and bowl of shrimp, then took a plate from the cabinet to warm a few of my snacks in the microwave.
"What are those, baby? I don't recall you asking about them from me, or anyone else, for that matter." Number Two's voice was right next to my ear.
He snatched my shrimps and put them back in the freezer, then took my tray, chomping on one of my snacks. "Hmm, tasty, but not for you, but for girls. Let me give you something better. Sit your ass down unless you need a lesson of your own."
He smirked at me in a certain way, and I thought, fine, let's tease him.
"Can I eat walrus, whale, sealion, or shark, for instance, as they are not recorded in my nutrition books?" I asked innocently.
"Baby, I need to taste them first, and you can have a little, usually, unless there's some nasty oil or fatty acid that wrecks your system. I guess you have them, but now is not the time for test kitchen. We can do that later," he replied, his tone firm.
Fine, I was ready to tease him some more.
I went to the freezer and grabbed the special lollipop – which was, in fact, my frozen breastmilk. It hummed with my powers, and although it didn't give me much sustenance, it wasn't bad. I hopped onto the counter to watch as my husband, number two, prepared the wagyu and Kobe beef. He chose the right pan and added a generous amount of butter. I innocently, yet naughtily, licked my lollipop.
He turned to me, plucked the lollipop from my hand, and tasted it. "Hmm, naughty. They're more useful for babies and for us, males. Not for you. Thanks for the treat, my love."
He smiled as he fried the beef. My hand went to my silk shirt, which had buttons, and, feeling the heat of the kitchen, I opened a few. I stroked my skin, and this made him smile even more. I was in a naughty mood, teasing one of my husbands, who, despite his usual good control, quickly lost it.
It didn't take long for him to lose his cool and have his way with me. It was time for me to learn my lesson, or perhaps, remember old ones. Damon's long-ago promise, about actions and consequences, was still very much valid, specifically regarding seducing him.
The consequence of this time was that it took five days to begin to pay off our "fucking debt." This was just one of our new games, almost promises. Each Salvatore claimed a different amount of "fucking debt" with me, and, as always, there is a time in life when one must try to pay their debts.
The saying proved true: when one door closes, another opens. If not, use the windows. Utterly exhausted, sleepy, sweaty, and slumped on top of one of Salvatore's (there were several in my bed), I was happy. I had lost one, but I had gained nine others. For them, too, this was a wonderful time, the true beginning of their individual journeys.
Sometimes, the greatest pain yields the greatest bliss. I was bitten all over, and a slight ache in my jaw, along with the taste of blood, reminded me that I had bitten, too, and often. We were more than ever before, and for me, it was perfect. But everyday life was fun, too. It wasn't always roses and rainbows, but it was family life.