The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Since I just came off birth control, it’s unlikely I can produce a puppy this time around. Although I intend to do most of my fucking with Conor, as the puppy will belong to the New England pack, I offered Gerhard one other wolf to breed me on my most fertile day in return for his kindness. I might suggest to you, Gerhard, that if Brenda and Gretchen do turn into breeders, you ask them about other they might know who could possibly be interested. Since they both live in the local area, they may know of more than I do.”

“A wise suggestion.”

“If I may,” Dawn said, “it looks as though you’ll be busy tonight. I was wondering if I could come by another day and play?”

“I have nothing planned for my stay beyond coming to your compound on my most fertile day. Tell me when you might be available, and we can set a time and place.”

“Tomorrow, and here would be fine by me.”

“I’ll see you at ten, after my run.”

“Thank you, Jessica. I’ll see you then.”

Mom and I returned to the house. Gretchen and Brigitte were thick as thieves, chatting about a lot of different stuff, Dad was half listening, but he seemed deep in thought.

“A penny for your thoughts, dear,” Mom said, sitting beside him.

“I think my thoughts are worth more than a penny.”

“Are you thinking about how you fucked a werewolf this afternoon?”

“I was, initially. But another thought is dominating my thoughts now.”

“What’s that Dad?” I asked.

“You said human children are given up for adoption because they can’t be raised by the pack.”

“That’s what I was told.”

“Anita was adopted, and she’s always liked running and had a better sense of smell than I did. I was wondering if she was the product of a werewolf, human mating. We never found out who her natural parents were.”

Mom clutched his arm. “Oh my God, Simon. How would we find out?”

“Brigitte,” I said.

“Yes, Jess?”

“Rene told me that the human progeny of werewolf/human matings were normally handled by a government agency. Do you know who that is?”

“It doesn’t go by a government name so it can fly under the radar, but I believe it’s called Tender Mercies Adoption Agency.”

For the third time that night, my Mom fainted dead away.

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“Gerhard, sorry to call you so soon after you left, but I have a question?

“What is it?”

“Mother was adopted through the Tender Mercies Adoption Agency.” There was a sound in the background I couldn’t quite tell what it was. Nothing was said, though, so I continued. “They’ve never been able to find out who her natural parents were. I suspect because the government doesn’t want humans finding out they have a werewolf ancestor. If a werewolf asked, would they tell you?”

“What’s her date of birth?” Gerhard’s voice seemed strained.

“According to the adoption records, February 18, 1970.”

“Where was she born?” He sounded like he was choking.

“Here in Rhinelander.”

There was a definite gasp on the other end of the line.

“Gerhard, are you my grandfather?” I asked.

“I’m coming right back. Turn around Dawn.”

I guess my question was answered, answer or not.

Mom and Dad had been listening to both ends of the conversation on speaker. Mom was sobbing. Dad was holding her against his chest. Gretchen and Brigitte were sitting in stunned silence. Holy shit!

It didn’t take but ten minutes for them to return. Gerhard came running across the lawn and seized mother in his arms.

“You beautiful, beautiful, girl. I’m so glad I found you. No wonder you looked familiar to me. Your mother would have looked like this at your age.”

Mom was sobbing harder, clutched against Gerhard’s broad chest. It was five minutes before she could speak.

“Is my mother still alive?” She sniffled.

“No, I’m sorry, she died in childbirth, having you.”

“What can you tell us?” I asked.

“Everything now.”

“Then tell us everything.”

“Anita, your mother was named Kathleen Harris. She was a farm girl, who lived on a farm between Monico and Pelican Lake. I was out running in the woods…”

“A wolf has got to run,” I said.

He smiled at me and said, “A wolf has got to run. I saw this beautiful woman picking mushrooms. I didn’t want to scare her, so shifted, but of course I was naked. I called out to her from behind some bushes, ‘Hey, can you help a fellow out.’ I startled her because she didn’t expect anyone else to be in the woods. I kind of waved to her to let her know where I was.

“‘What do you need?’ she asked. ‘I was skinny dipping with a couple other fellows in Pelican Lake, and they took my clothes as a joke. I’m buck naked, and I would appreciate if you could get me some clothes.’ She laughed and said it served me right for skinny dipping, as if she didn’t do it with me a dozen or more times over the next two months as the weather got warmer. ‘Are you going to wait here then?’ she asked. ‘I don’t know where else I’d go dressed as I am.’ She laughed again, and it was the most musical laugh you ever heard. ‘What size are you?’ ‘I’m a big fellow.’ ‘How big?’ ‘Do you mind if I step out of these bushes and you can see for yourself.’ ‘You won’t try no funny stuff, will you?’ On my honor.’ ‘Okay, step out then. I guess I’ve seen more than one man naked.’

“I stepped out from behind the bushes. ‘Golly, you are a strapping fellow, aren’t you. Big in more ways than one, I see.’ ‘Can you help me?’ ‘I guess I can find something big enough if I look a little. Wait here.’ I waited a half hour and she returned with some sweats. She watched as I put them on. ‘I’ll return these when I get some of my own clothes. Can I take you out to dinner in thanks?’

“‘I suppose I can trust you enough for a dinner out.’ We made a date for the next Friday, and we had a great time. I seduced her, your mother, hoping to have a puppy with her at some point. Normally, we avoid having sex during estrous, because we can smell it. God, I loved her though. If she’d been a wolf, I’d have mated with her, I loved her that much. I’ve never loved anyone else as much as I loved her. I’ve never mated because of that. One day we were having sex, and I knew I shouldn’t because she was fertile, but I couldn’t stop myself, and she got pregnant.

“She wanted to get married, and I wanted to in the worst way, but I was a wolf and she was a human, and I knew we couldn’t. I lied to her and told her I was already married to a woman who was an anti-Vietnam War activist who’d been protesting the war in Washington for the last few months. I told her I’d take care of her and the baby. She refused to talk to me from that moment on. I notified Tender Mercies of the possible birth of a Wolf/Human mating, although I fully expected she would keep the child and raise it by herself. I was at a pack leader conference about two weeks before you were due. For some reason, she went into labor early.

“It was a bad breech birth, and she died. I sometimes wondered if she didn’t die of a broken heart as much as the birth. I knew she loved me too. Tender Mercies had been monitoring her situation and took you for adoption. I swear I was ready to raise you myself, I loved her that much, but they never told me where you’d gone. Maybe they knew how much I wanted to keep you myself. The only thing I knew was that she’d gone to the hospital in labor and she died, on February 18, 1970. I still have some old pictures of her at my home if you’d like to see them. I suspect they’ll look a lot like you when you were younger.”

Mom was still sobbing fairly heavily as he told his tale of woe.

“Did Kathleen ever know you were a wolf?” I asked.

“Never. We didn’t get to the part where I’d want her to have sex with me as a wolf. I fucked up bad getting her pregnant. I was already over a 110. I should have known better, but I’d never felt that way before. Maybe this way of doing it is so much better than the way I seduced her. Just tell a woman we need help and pay them for a puppy.”

“I guess this means you won’t be mating with me next week, Granddad.”

“Wolves treat the subject of incest differently than humans. Puppies are never born with birth defects. Normally, we don’t have sex with parents, siblings or children, but out of deference to you both and how you were raised, that would be a true statement. I’ll assign another wolf.”NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“What a fascinating, but totally sad, bitching story,” Gretchen said. “And you don’t have any ability to shift, or do any wolf things, Mrs. Huppert?”

“Not a single thing,” Mom said. “I certainly have my share of scars from where I didn’t heal. I look older than my father, who was twice my age when he had me.”

“If you’re willing, Anita, I’d like to have you out at my compound where the other wolves can meet you. Jessica knows the way,” Grandpa Gerhard said.

I had to repeat that in my head. I had a grandfather I’d never met, and I was a quarter werewolf, for all the good it did me.

“I’ll bring them out day after tomorrow, Grandpa Furry, perhaps for lunch,” I said.