The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“She’s not fertile, so no. We prefer our own kind for normal sex, but having a puppy or cub is rare enough that fertile breeders are valuable.”

“Melinda won’t be in danger if she’s pregnant, will she?” Martin asked.

“No, but when she’s prepared to give us our puppy, we would prefer she’s here where she has the maximum protection of the pack. That’s when she’s most valuable and vulnerable. No one is interested in hurting her, but involuntary sex might become an issue.”

“You mean rape, don’t you?” Martin said.

“I mean rape. Not from our pack. Never from our pack, but the risk is out there from other shifters. Not once she’s pregnant, but while she’s fertile. Not while she’s on birth control either. We can smell that. Any time she’s ready to breed, we’ll protect her.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s in our interests as well. Lunch should be ready. We’ve prepared some vegetables and salad as well since we have so many humans dining with us.”

They started entering the communal hall. I held Melinda back a moment until everyone else was safely away.

“Did you tell Martin you need to breed with a wolf form?”

“He seemed willing to accept several man forms. I hesitated to tell him they’d be wolves. I would have told him if he couldn’t accept the men, to see if that would change his mind.”

“Just be careful. He might not appreciate you leaving that little bit of information out. He can never find out. You may want to remain here the entire three days for your breeding, without him being present. Just say you’re uncomfortable with the thought of him watching several men breeding you, one after the other. Either that or tell him before he finds out on his own. You may not want him watching Conor breed you for the same reason. Just say you’re uncomfortable with the thought of your husband watching you have sex with another man. Do it during the day while he’s at work, then let him spend the night with you to reclaim you for himself.

“If he’s off one day, we’ll keep him watching TV or something while the deed is being done.”

“Agreed.”

Mom and Dad were seated next to Gerhard, with a chair for me next to my father. My two protectors were next to me. Martin and Melinda were across the table from us, the humans gathered together to make feeding us easier. Most of the wolves were men and women. A dozen were in wolf shapes, and eating their food from bowls on the floor.

“Why aren’t all of the werewolves eating at the table?” Melinda asked.

“Ah,” Gerhard said, “there are a couple different reasons. A couple of the bitches are pregnant. We no longer have the ability to shift if pregnant. Apparently, a baby or pups can’t take the strain of the mother shifting. So you’re stuck in whichever form you’re in within a couple days of conception. The others are in wolf form because our sense of smell is so much better as a wolf. They’re like an early warning system for trouble.”

“Are the pregnant ones going to provide you with werewolf pups?” Melinda asked. She was treading on dangerous ground, though she didn’t realize it.

“Unfortunately, no. They were bred as wolves by wolves, so it will be a regular wolf litter. We’ll keep them a short while and then introduce them to a regular wolf pack in the wild.”

“How do you know that a baby will turn out to be a human child or a werewolf?” Martin asked.

And there it was. The question that shouldn’t be asked, and Melinda didn’t want answered. The look of panic on her face was palpable. Oh, well. This is where I took responsibility and let Melinda off the hook.

“Wasn’t I clear when I discussed this topic last night, Martin? I thought it was clear. In order to produce a werewolf puppy, a human needs to breed with a wolf form. It’s like when werewolves were created in the past. A werewolf has to bite a human to create another werewolf. Biting dogs, wolves, other werewolves, doesn’t do anything except create bite marks. In order to create a half human, half wolf, one needs a human, and a wolf. Nothing else will do. Humans make humans, wolves make wolves. It’s part of the reason human women make better breeding partners. Werewolves don’t lose their erections when breeding a woman because they’re used to werewolves in human form. Men don’t always fare as well when fucking a wolf bitch. Melinda has to have sex with a werewolf, in his wolf form. That’s the only way for this to work. For your child, she has sex with the man form. That’s how you get a human.”

“That wasn’t at all clear, although what you told me wasn’t an out and out lie.” He looked at Melinda. “You agreed to this?”

“I hadn’t made up my mind, but it’s not an animal, Martin. It’s Conor in another shape. We chose him for our child. Does his shape at the time make that much difference, except that one gives us our baby, and one gives Gerhard his? I’m not fucking a wild animal, I’m having sex with loving, intelligent, kind, living creatures who can give us what we want. And you know I’m not running off with a wolf. Isn’t that your biggest concern? I’ll enjoy sex with another lover so much I’d leave you for him. Will I leave you for a wolf? Several wolves will breed me, I’ll give birth to a human looking child, that will, in time, become one of these perfect creatures, these beautiful beings. Do you think Jessica or Gretchen would be doing something like this if they didn’t feel it was all right?”

“That’s right, you’re doing the same thing, aren’t you, Jessica? Is that why you didn’t speak to us both at once?”

“There was no point in you knowing if she refused. Ultimately, she needed to know to decide if she could do it. You needed to know if she decided to move forward. That was still not determined when you both left last night, not even if it were men, instead of wolves, Both of you might have refused even that,” I said. “She could have decided she didn’t want to, and what difference would it have made for you to know. If it were turned around, would you want me saying you were going to fuck seven wolf bitches before you’d decided you were going to do so. No one knew that Melinda would even agree if she had to wait for the second child to be hers. Did you walk in here knowing that no matter what, Melinda was going to have sex with someone else, or was it still up in the air?”

“No, we didn’t know. I guess I believed if our child was second, we’d do something else, make other plans.”

“Then I guess you need to decide if it makes any difference one way or the other in the long run, whether you both meet your agreement with Gerhard or you find some other way to give Melinda the child she wants. That deal is still on the table. No one but you can take it off.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“A wolf won’t harm her?” Martin asked.

“Wolves won’t harm your wife, Martin,” Gerhard said. “She will be cherished as the mother of our children, just as you treasure her as the mother of yours. If we’d discovered any other way for the continuation of our species, we’d be using it.”

He looked at Melinda. “Martin, you know I won’t do it if you don’t want me to, but I’m fertile in five days. I’d like a decision before then. I don’t want to wait any longer. But if I have my child, I will keep my promise to have theirs. Please decide what you’re willing to live with.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Martin whispered. Melinda squeezed his hand.

“If it will help you make up your mind, Martin. You can watch me fuck a wolf,” I said.

He looked across the table at me.

“Have you done it before?” he asked.

“I’ve seen it done, but I was saving my first time for when I became fertile, but I’ll do it now if it will help you decide. Well, not now, but after lunch.”

Actually, the thought of finally having a wolf mount me made me aroused. The scent of my arousal must have been fairly strong, as a lot of wolves became aroused, their erections springing up like weeds on an ill kept lawn, even my Grandfather, though his was still clothed in nice slacks. The werewolf erections ranged in size from what appeared to be six to nine inches in length.

Melinda and Martin looked at all the sudden erections.

“They smell my arousal, and heard me say a wolf was going to fuck me,” I said by way of explanation.

Most of the wolves were seated except for those serving, so we weren’t entirely surrounded by fields of wolf cocks waving in the breeze. Wolves were well behaved though, so you didn’t see them suddenly interrupt what they were doing and stroke themselves, or engage in wild rutting. I think the fact that things pretty much continued as they had, with nary a rape or wild pounding of meat, helped ease some of their tension. On the other hand, I could feel my arousal climbing into the stratosphere. My panties were soaked.

Brigitte nudged me and gave an exaggerated sniff. I smiled at her. What could I say? The meal was excellent, and I wondered if a wolf worked as a chef somewhere. There was a nice, meaty, filling, beef stew, a fresh garden salad with a couple different home made dressings, and home made bread to wipe out your bowl with. It was tasty and well flavored.

“Gerhard, I’ll choose Conor and whatever wolf you’ll allow to breed me when I become fertile for my demonstration. I’d like someone who won’t scare Martin and Melinda to death. Show me where we can go to have a modicum of privacy.”

“Eric, come here.”

A handsome Adonis, not quite as muscular as Conor, but with an equally impressive cock, approached the table

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ve been chosen to demonstrate wolf/human fucking for our guests. Take them to the breeding room. You’ll go after this puppy here,” pointing to Conor. “If my granddaughter is satisfied with your performance, you may breed her when she becomes fertile.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Father,” Mother said, “can I call you that, or should I call you Gerhard?”

“You can call me father.”

“While Jessica is otherwise engaged, I’d like to see where my mother lived and if possible, where you first met.”

“I’d be happy to show you,” he said.

Gerhard rose from the table and wolves rushed to clear everything off. Eric led me, Conor, Brigitte, Melinda and Martin to a room. It was set up so a female could easily be on her knees, her torso resting over a cushioned step or bench, and the wolf could mount her from behind, with his front paws resting on the same bench so he didn’t scratch her back.

I took off my clothes and kissed Conor. “Make me proud, puppy. Shift.”