The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Don’t bill this to my usual insurance company,” I said when I showed up for my appointment. “I lost my job and don’t have insurance anymore.”

“Will that cause a payment problem, Miss Huppert?”

“I don’t think so. Someone else is paying for it. Here are the billing instructions.” I handed them the payment info from Loup-Garou.

“This is an unusual name,” she said, looking at the instructions.

“It’s a non-profit; sounds foreign, doesn’t it?”

“It’s French. It’s the French word for werewolf.”

“Like Lon Chaney, or ‘Werewolf of London’ werewolf, howling at the moon, werewolf?”

“One and the same.”

“That is kind of a weird name. Why would anyone name a non-profit after werewolves?”

“I can’t answer that.” She called the number and after a brief conversation, it was confirmed they were paying for the doctor visit.

When they brought me into the exam room, I handed the nurse the list of things they wanted checked.

“It looks like you’re thinking of getting pregnant,” Sharlene, my doctor’s nurse said, reading the list.

“I’m thinking about it,” I said. “How much trouble is it getting my IUD removed?”

“No trouble at all. Easier than installing it in the first place.”

“If it seems like I’m going to be able to bear children, why don’t you remove it?”

“I’ll tell Dr. Andrews.”

I was poked, prodded, had blood drawn, peed in a cup, and had a number of other tests done before they put me on the table and the doctor went poking around my po po.

“The exterior organs look fine,” Dr. Andrews said. “Are you sure you want your IUD removed?”

“Yes. Guess I’ll be going with condoms for the time being.”

“Make sure you use latex condoms and use with a spermicide such as Nonoxyl 9. It increases the effectiveness of the condom.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How sexually active are you?”

“Not very. Last boyfriend I had was in college. I’ve had a couple sexual encounters since, but nothing to write home about. The result of too much alcohol and too much horniness, I guess.”

“I hope you were careful.”

“I didn’t have that much alcohol. I took precautions. I need you to send the results of my tests to these people,” I said, handing her another sheet of paper.

Dr. Andrews looked at it. “Did you sign a HIPPA release?”

“When I checked in. How long before you have the results of all the tests?”

“About a week.”

Another week closer to pauper. My job search hadn’t come up with anything. I’d have about two and a half months of funds left in two weeks.

“That’s fine, but the sooner the better.”

I went back to my townhome to wait for the results. I went jogging every morning, and I still couldn’t get over the feeling I was being watched. Worse yet, I thought I saw a damn big dog running in the woods close to my route. Scared the bejesus out of me, but it never approached, so I tried to ignore it.

******

I got a call right after my morning run. “Miss Huppert, I believe you’re a candidate for our needs,” Mr. Devereaux said. “Can I meet you somewhere for further discussions. I’d like to meet you in person.”

“In public,” I said.

“Is the Winnegance Restaurant sufficiently public? Have you had breakfast yet?”

“I haven’t and it’s plenty public. How will I know you?”

“I’ll know you, Miss Huppert. I’ll see you there, in say an hour?”

That sounded somewhat ominous. I hadn’t sent any photos. “I’ll be there,” I replied.

Taking a quick shower, I dressed somewhat professionally, treating this like a job interview, which at this point is what it was. I left off my jacket, but the knee length skirt and silk blouse with a scarf around the neck seemed sufficient since we were talking a breeding job.

As soon as I walked through the door, this drop dead gorgeous man who had to be six feet, three inches tall, with long but neat brown hair, neatly trimmed beard and mustache, built like a brick shithouse, stood up in the corner and waved for me to come over. I double checked to see that there was no one behind me he could be waving at, and seeing none, headed in his direction. He remained standing and held my chair out for me. Damn, if I was having a child for him, I wouldn’t mind having it the old fashioned way. I could feel my pussy get damp.

“I’m pleased to meet you, Miss Huppert” he said. “Please sit down.”

It was the mellifluous tones of Mr. Devereaux. I sat and he pushed my chair in slightly, then took a seat opposite me. He seemed to sniff, then smiled in appreciation. “Thank you, Ms. Huppert. Order anything you like.”

I looked over the menu and asked for the meat lover’s omelette with rye toast and orange juice.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

The waitress arrived and he gave her both our breakfast orders. He had the seafood omelette, no toast and water. He waited until we’d both put in our orders and the waitress left.

“Your tests came out perfect. You’re in excellent shape, and I don’t see any issues with motherhood. We’re all quite pleased.”

“Who’s all?”

“We’ll get to that in a moment. I’ve got some paperwork you need to read and sign first.”

He handed me a two page document.

“What is this?”

“It’s a non-disclosure agreement. Most of what we’re going to talk about is privileged information, and revealing it, can result in prosecution under the US Criminal Code.”

“Why would a disclosure result in prosecution instead of a civil lawsuit? We’re still talking about maternity surrogacy, are we not?”

“I can’t disclose that until you read and sign the document.”

I looked at him sharply. He had an easy smile on his face. God, he was sexy, and with this amused twinkle in his eye like he knew something that I didn’t.

I read over the document, which was written with enough legalese to make a grown man cry. I was a bright girl and had signed enough legal documents to be familiar with the language. After all, I’d been building US Navy warships not that long ago. I knew how to keep my mouth shut. Despite the language, it seemed straightforward enough, I felt confident in signing the document.

Handing it back, I said, “Now can you explain some of your more cryptic comments?”

“What do you know about lycanthropy?”

“The psychosis that you believe you’re a wolf? Nothing. I’m an engineer, not a psychologist.”

“Not the mental illness, but the fable.”

“Yeah, only what I’ve seen in late night movies. Full moon, turns into a wolf, kills for pleasure. Can only be killed by silver bullets.”

“Most of that is bullshit, but what if I told you lycanthropy is real?”

“I’d be looking for men in white coats, coming to take you away to the funny farm. I would think that if werewolves were real, the government would know about it by now.”

“The government does know about it. They’ve known since 1850, and signed a peace treaty with the pack nation in 1899. It’s one of the most closely guarded secrets the government has, hence why you can be prosecuted under the US Criminal Code for divulging it.”

I smiled. “Then why are you telling me? Won’t you be arrested and prosecuted?”

“Not if you keep your mouth shut,” Rene said. “We’ve received a special dispensation, because we’re dying out and we need help.”

“Help with what exactly?”

Rene paused, sniffing again, shortly before our waitress returned with our food. He almost looked like a dog the way his nose seemed to taste the air. He waited until she was gone again.

“Help breeding baby werewolves. Why don’t you eat your food while it’s hot.”

I was seriously wondering if I should bail. This guy, good looking though he was, had to be batshit crazy. He dug into his, and could I say that he wolfed it down like it was his first meal after starving for a week? He wasn’t messy, just fast. His was finished before I’d eaten half of mine.

When he was done, he continued. “Do you know how werewolves are made?”

“Don’t you need to be bitten by another werewolf?”

“That was the most common way for it to occur, but the treaty signed between the US government and the packs outlawed biting humans to make more of us. We have to have children now, baby werewolves.”

“What’s a baby werewolf called?

“A pup or puppy, just like a dog.”

“So why don’t you fuck other werewolves and make babies?” I was stringing him along, keeping him calm until I finished my breakfast. Looked like I’d have to find another job.

“There’s a problem with that?”

“What kind of problem?”

“If we mate as wolves, we produce more wolves, not shapeshifters, but ordinary wolves. If we mate as humans, we produce more humans. If we breed wolf body to human body, we’re sterile. Whatever it is in our genetic make up that makes us werewolves, means we have to mate with normal humans as a wolf, to create more werewolves. Just as biting each other doesn’t do more than kill us, but biting humans as a wolf makes more werewolves, we need to have sex with humans, to create more werewolves.”

I stared at him. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” I said. “You want me to fuck a wolf?”

“Not a wolf, a werewolf.”

“What’s the difference?”

“A werewolf won’t eat you, at least not that way.” He grinned as he said it.

I thought he was even more crazy now, but that grin. Still made my pussy melt.

“You’re aroused now, aren’t you?” Rene asked

“Good guess.”

“It’s not a guess. I can smell you.”

I could almost smell me. I’m not sure that proved anything.

“Why not artificial insemination?”

“We have to be in human form to jack off into a cup. Doesn’t work. Going the other way also has problems. Whacking off male werewolves is problematic. We’re not fond of that. Wolves get a little testy when humans wank their cocks.”

“So let me ask you; can a human male mate with a female werewolf and produce offspring?” I asked.

“They can, but there’s two problems, no three.”

“Which are?”

“Human males have difficulty maintaining an erection when confronted with a wolf. Our males produce a lot of semen. Human males not so much. Human males don’t normally produce enough ejaculate, it usually requires more than one human male to do the job and female werewolves often bite during mating, thereby violating the treaty. They’re friendly nips, as wolf bites go, part of our normal mating process, but a bite is a bite. We’ve also tried putting a muzzle on the females, and that has reduced the biting, but it still requires several males, and we still have the erection problem, as most human males aren’t sexually attracted to a wolf.