The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

At ten the following morning, Melinda called and said she and Martin had the day off and wanted to come with us to the werewolf compound. They were at the house by 11:30. We didn’t have the nice velvet bags they used on me, but we used a couple of Mom’s scarves to tie around their heads.

I reminded them that werewolves usually went naked in order to facilitate shifting, and to expect to see a lot of male and female nudity. They rode in the back of the Jeep with Conor and Brigitte, who were going to take a roundabout way to confuse them as to where they were going and the actual location of the compound. I rode with my parents and we went directly there.

Gerhard was dressed as he met us outside. A lot of wolves greeted my mother as family, then my father as her mate. I told Gerhard that a couple was coming shortly, interested in a possible breeding, but still with questions.

“Primarily, they’re interested in a human child, but I did say that a payment of twenty thousand might be available. The female knows she has to mate with a wolf. I’m not sure if her husband does yet. I figured she could decide if her husband could accept that news. I think one of the things they are most concerned about is if they can have their own child before giving you a pup.”

“We can discuss that. Anita, if you come to my study, I can show you pictures of your mother. The rest of you are welcome as well.”

Gerhard wasn’t talking about a wallet sized photo. He’d had a photo blown up to 11×14, hanging on his wall. She looked a bit like a woman of the late sixties, bell bottom jeans, a peasant blouse, hair braided. She had some flowers in her hair, blonde like my mother before gray started seeping in. She reminded me of my mother when I was growing up, young, vibrant; fresh air and sunshine having left flushed, rosy cheeks.

“Do you have others?” Mother asked, tears leaking down her cheeks. Father squeezed her hand.

“Dozens, though none as large as that one. I took this one the same day she became pregnant with you. When I couldn’t stop myself from cumming inside of her because I loved her so much.” He handed Mom two photo albums. “You may take this home with you and look through it. I’ll need them back though. It’s all I have left of her.”

Mom sat down and began going through the album, Dad sitting beside her, while I leaned over the back of the couch, becoming familiar with the grandmother I never met.

A man came to the door a few minutes later. “The other humans are here, sir.”

“Thank you, Albert. We’ll be starting lunch soon. Why don’t you all freshen up and join in the communal hall. Albert will show the way.”

I followed Gerhard. Martin and Melinda had their blindfolds removed, and were either staring or trying not to stare at all of the naked men and women, with a half dozen wolves trotting about, sniffing the strangers. They were holding hands and instantly became less apprehensive, seeing me, still clothed, in addition to a well dressed Gerhard. Conor and Brigitte had immediately stripped.

“Gerhard, this is a high school friend of mine, Melinda, and her husband, Martin. This is my grandfather, Gerhard, pack leader of the Northern Wisconsin werewolf pack.”

“Welcome to my home, would you like some refreshments?”

“Please, water would be fine. My mouth is dry,” Martin said. Gerhard snapped his fingers and a female went to get water.

“I smell your fear, Martin. You have nothing to fear from us. We are not a threat to you or your wife.”

“I’m not so much afraid for our lives, as much as I’m concerned for what we need to ask.”

“Let me try to put your fears to rest.”

“I guess my biggest concern is that we have to wait for our child. My wife and I have been trying to conceive for five years. Waiting for her to provide a puppy for you would just add another two years to our wait before we can hold our baby in our arms.”

“Are you an honorable man, Martin? Wolves tend to be honest and straightforward. Our word is our bond. Are you and your wife the same?”

“I like to think I am, that we are. I admit the thought of Melinda having sex with other people has concerned me; the fear she could fall for another man, because I love her so and never want to lose her. But as she and Jessica have pointed out, I really don’t need to be concerned she would find herself attracted to a werewolf, as it would be impractical, if not impossible, for any relationship to exist between her and a male wolf.”

“It’s not impossible. It’s happened in the past, but it is impractical. I had to give up the greatest love of my life because she was human, and I was not. Mating with someone who will live such a brief life compared to ours, and grow old and die in a fraction of our own, as well as seeing the children from our union grow old and die before us, is difficult. My daughter, who I just learned about, is perhaps thirty years from the end of her life. My granddaughter perhaps seventy from the end of hers, and I’m one hundred thirty from the end of mine. I might see my great great grandchildren die before I do, even though I’m a hundred and sixty-six years of age.

“It is also impractical for a human to raise a werewolf puppy. They mature so rapidly compared to human children. They are grown in the blink of an eye. Then there is the fact that while we can appear human, we spend half our lives as a wolf, and all of that must be hidden from the general public. They would see me aging so slowly and my wife and children dying well before I did. Oh, yes, definitely impractical. Would it ease your mind if I would promise that no wolf would attempt to usurp your marital rights, except for the acts of procreation required to give us both what we want?”

“That would ease my mind, yes.”

Mom and Dad joined our little group. Mom still clutched the photo albums in her hands.

“If I may have the word of both of you that you will provide me with one puppy for each child we provide to you. You may have your child first.”

They looked at each other with huge smiles. “You have my word,” Martin said.

“And mine,” Melinda said. “Thank you.”

“When do you become fertile, Melinda?” Gerhard asked.

“In five days.”

“Do you see a wolf here you would mate with?”

“Would it be a problem if she mated with Conor?” Martin said. “We’ve met him a couple of times, both talked with him and he seems like a nice guy, or nice wolf, I guess.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Conor doesn’t belong to my pack. The puppy you need to provide, needs to belong to my pack.”

“We understand that. It’s been explained that for the puppy, you would choose perhaps four or five wolves she needs to mate with over the course of her ovulation. That it would be more impersonal, more business like. Those wolves can all be from your pack, but for our own child, it might be more comfortable she be with someone we’ve both met and like already.”

“Does this present a problem to you and your pack, Brigitte?”

“Why are you asking her?” Martin asked.

“Because she’s in charge of this puppy.” He gestured to Conor. “She’s the dominant wolf at the moment.”

“It’s not a problem for our pack, Gerhard. Conor will mate with Melinda and we relinquish all rights to any puppies she provides your pack. The only problem we might have is Conor has bodyguard duties to perform. The mating would either need to occur at the Huppert’s home, or if they wished it to be their own home, Jessica and I would need to be staying with them. We would, of course, provide the same services to Melinda while she’s fertile.”

“There’s your answer, Martin. What do you prefer to do?” Gerhard asked.

They looked at each other again, Melinda nodding, “Our home, Martin. I want our child conceived in our home.”

“Your dog, Rags, smelled the wolf on Conor and Brigitte,” I said. “He may not appreciate the wolves being in your house. Will that be a problem?”

“Can he get used to a wolf?” Melinda asked. “If not, we can let someone else look after him, perhaps board him.”

“Given permission to shift in your house,” Brigitte said, “we can probably work with him. We share roughly the same language. Once he submits, he won’t bark anymore. He just needs to know who’s the top dog.”

“What services was Brigitte talking about?” Martin asked.

“Shapeshifter breeders are a rare commodity in the shapeshifter community,” Gerhard said. “Shapeshifters don’t normally bother humans unless they’ve gone rogue, which does occasionally happen. Once you’ve agreed to shapeshifter breeding, other shifters become interested, particularly when Melinda is fertile. They scent the shapeshifter on her. You become our protective responsibility. There are a few small outlaw packs and the solo shifters. It’s why Jessica has bodyguards. You’ll be protected as well, though probably not so directly. Don’t be too surprised to see strangers about.”

“Does mother require protection?” I asked. Mom looked up, then at Dad.