The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“If a wolf began spending more time and having more sex with someone who wasn’t her mate. That’s what drove Phillipe to challenge Quinn. Quinn was demanding more and more of my time, until Phillipe couldn’t stand it anymore. I told you Quinn wanted me to mate with him. I was having more sex with him than my mate.”

“Didn’t Quinn ever have his own mate?”

“Well, he never mated, but he was very close to another wolf, Adriana. She died tracking down a rogue werebear. After that is when he began demanding sex with me all the time.”

“Just you, and none of the other wolves?”

“Just me. He focused all of his attention on me.”

“Is that normal wolf behavior? Did you look like Adriana? Smell like her, what?”

“No, none of the above. She was a sandy blonde, tawny wolf, and no two wolves smell alike. Our scents are like snowflakes.”

“Curiouser and curiouser. Dawn, I assume you mostly came for sex?”

“Yes,” She blushed.

“Who did you want sex with?”

“No offense to anyone else, but you. I can have sex with wolves all I want, but I’ve never had sex with a human before.”

“I assure you, I’m nothing special.”

“Special to me.”

“If that’s the case,” Dad said, “can we borrow Brigitte for the afternoon.”

“We, kemo sabe?” I asked. “Do you have a mouse in your pocket?”

Dad laughed. “You mentioned something about Brigitte licking your Mom while we had sex.” Mom blushed. “We thought we’d like to try that.”

“Mother, I’m shocked. How wolf like. Fine, going once, going twice, sold to the horny old couple. Conor, you might as well come with us. I might want to be filled while Dawn is licking me.”

That’s how we spent the afternoon, in leisurely contemplation of pussies and cocks; slow and unhurried sex, hard, driving monkey sex, and just about everything in between. It was six, very tired and satisfied people who ate supper that night, more steaks on the grill, more meat, less veggies. Dawn was about to leave when I got a phone call from Melinda.

“Hey, Melinda. Did you decide not to go forward?”

“Actually, we’re thinking of doing it, but we need more information. You said there were more things you could tell us if we signed some paperwork.”

“That’s correct. When do you want to do this?”

“I worked the day shift today and have the night off. Would tonight be good for you?”

“Tonight works. Martin is off too, right. He needs to sign with you.”

“Yes, he’s off.”

“It’s six now. The woman with the paperwork is actually here now. Can you be here by seven?”

“We can be there.”

“Do you remember the address?”

“Still the place on Boom Lake?”

“Still there. I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Thanks, Jess.”

“Dawn, you’ll need to stay awhile, if that’s okay.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“I heard. I have some extra forms in the car. Two?

“They’re married, he’s infertile. This is the tricky one I mentioned, having someone breed his wife, not once, but twice, and once by a wolf. They love each other like crazy. I’m still halfway convinced they’ll back out once they know.”

“Why tell him?”

“That’s not my decision. I’ll let her decide if he should know one of her breedings will be with a wolf. On the one hand, he might welcome the knowledge his wife won’t run away with another man. On the other, it’s a wolf. She knows him better than I do, so she can decide what’s best for them. Humans tend to be more emotional about sex.”

Since we were dealing with the uneducated, everyone dressed.

They were there a few minutes before seven and I introduced Dawn. We explained the NDA and the consequences of breaking it.

“What are you going to tell us?” Martin asked, “locations of spies?”

“Not quite, but it will be life altering.”

I waited until they’d both signed the forms, then I asked Melinda and Brigitte to come with me, and Martin to wait there. “Anything that I’m going to hear, Martin can hear. We’re both going to decide this together.”

“And if after you hear what I’m going to tell you, you want to tell Martin, you can tell him. You know him better than I do. You have to know. He wants to know. Not the same thing.”

“Okay.”

She followed me up to my room. “Remember, everything you hear from here on out is top secret information that can never be revealed to anyone who hasn’t signed one of those forms. Not your mom, your eventual children, besties, your psychiatrist, no one. I don’t know what penalties we’re talking about, but I’m informed they’re dire.”

“Okay.”

“Brigitte, Conor and Dawn are werewolves.” Melinda shook slightly and looked at Brigitte, her eyes wide. Apparently she was more open to the idea that it was true and not some joke. “Werewolves are not like they’re portrayed in movies and TV shows. They’re not ravening monsters who want to eat you. The government knows about them, and signed a treaty with the various tribes of werewolves. A lot of activity goes into keeping them secret from most people, including the issue of special identifications which gives their assumed ages, not their real ages. Dawn is 12, Conor is 13, and Brigitte is 60. None of their licenses reflect those ages, because they don’t look those ages. Now, I’m going to have Brigitte take off her clothes, so she can shift to wolf form without ruining them. Are you with me so far?”

“Uh huh.” Almost breathless. Brigitte began removing her clothes.

I continued. “The change is very sudden, like a second or less. One moment, she’ll be a woman, the next a wolf on all fours. You can pet her, talk to her, she’ll understand what you’re saying. You could even ask yes or no questions which she can answer by nodding or shaking her head. Are you ready?”

Melinda nodded her head, unable to speak. Brigitte shifted, and Melinda gasped. Brigitte remained a wolf for a couple minutes, then shifted back.

I then explained how werewolves could not conceive normally, that if they procreated as humans, they had human children. If they procreated as wolves, they had wolf litters. If they tried procreating as one of each, they were infertile.

“It takes the wolf form, having sex with a human for a werewolf to be born. Mostly this needs to occur with a male wolf mating with a human woman, for the simple reason most men can’t maintain an erection to have sex with a wolf. It’s a question of attraction, and perhaps fear. Werewolves have sex in their human form all the time and can be equally attracted to both wolf and human, so they have no problem maintaining an erection.”

“You’re saying I’m going to have to fuck a wolf, to give them a werewolf baby?”

“That is a true statement. That may be why you can’t do this. Essentially, having sex with another species will be totally foreign to you. In order to have your child, you’d have sex with one in human form. You’ll have a human baby, who will grow up like any other baby. In fact, we just learned yesterday, that my mother is half werewolf. I can tell you that story later. I guess that makes me one quarter wolf, but I can’t and never will be able to change into a wolf. I don’t enjoy any of the benefits of being a werewolf, like an increased sense of smell, the ability to heal from severe injuries, and a longer life. That’s why my mother looks older than Brigitte, even though she’s six years younger than Brigitte is. Werewolves don’t get sick, and they live to be around three hundred years of age. My mother’s werewolf father was over a 110 when she was born, and he’s one hundred, sixty-six now.”

“He’s still alive?”

“He provided the forms you had to fill out. He’s the local pack leader. Dawn belongs to his pack. Brigitte and Conor belong to the New England pack. They were allowed to visit my folks with me.

“A werewolf baby grows faster, reaching full adult maturity at the age of seven to eight. He isn’t able to shift for the first time until he’s mature. Even as a child, he enjoys the benefits of werewolves, like the ability to heal. That’s why you can’t keep a wolf child. The pack has to raise him. Nor would the pack want to raise your human child. You don’t have to worry they’ll come after your kid.

“Now, as far as Martin is concerned. We can tell him that we discussed the fact that you might need to mate with several males, as all the ones who don’t have a child, might wish to have one and they’re taking the luck of the draw as to who the father is. That by itself is creepy enough he might think that’s why I needed to speak to you alone. I don’t know if that will be better or worse for him, than telling him you’d have to mate with a werewolf in wolf form. On the one hand, he knows you’re not going to run off with another man you had sex with. On the other, he’s going to imagine you with a wolf. Either could be the worse option for Martin. That’s why you need to decide what to tell him. You know him better than I do.

“You’re going to do this same thing, mate with a wolf?”

“I am. I become fertile in a few days and if you’d like to witness what it will be like to have sex with a wolf, you can watch. That way, you’ll know what it’s like before you decide. Gretchen, from school, has also agreed to be a breeder, and she’s going to watch.”