The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

The medical reasons for proceeding in this fashion would be made clear to you. At that point, you can decline to go forward, no harm, no foul, as long as you keep the secrets revealed to you before that point. What I’m telling you now, is as much as I can reveal without you signing similar paperwork. You can take as much time as you need to determine if you want to learn more. I can tell you that I’ve been well treated as someone who’s agreed to be a breeder, and the sex I’m having with Conor and Brigitte is exceptionally good. I’ve not regretted my decision in the slightest, but that’s just me.

“I know it’s a big commitment to surrender to a nine month pregnancy, with all that entails, and some of you may not wish to carry a child, to term, which will be given to someone else, with limited future contact between you and the child. It may be an emotional burden too great for you to bear. Believe me, I understand. After my parents signed the necessary documents, I told them what I was doing. They understand, and are not opposed to my participation.

“The males you have sex with, would all be guaranteed to be disease free, and as young and/or handsome as Conor is. That’s it, really. You just need to decide if you want to proceed further.”

“Would it be an issue for anyone that I’m black,” Simone asked.

“Not in the slightest,” I said. “No one is concerned that a child would be biracial.” Bispecies was by far more important than race.

“I’d need to think about this for a couple days, at least,” Simone said.

“Understood. Like I said, it’s a big commitment. Everyone understands that.”

“What if I want to date?” Dani said.

“You can do anything you want to do while you’re providing this service, even have sex with others,” I said. “As long as you use condoms with anyone else and whoever you date understands you’re going to be having procreative sex with someone else while you’re fertile. I suppose it depends on who you date, whether or not they’d be okay with that. A friend in Wisconsin signed up for this and her husband is infertile. They’re providing her with a child to raise as her own, in return for an agreement to provide a child for an infertile couple. She’s pregnant now. The same for any other activities, like finding another job. You don’t have to sit at home waiting to deliver the baby. Your life is still your own except for this service you provide. It’s given me time to wait for a good job offer, and not take the first thing that comes along.

“The sex is exceptionally good?” Randa asked.

“Yes, you slut,” I teased. “You want to check it out ahead of time? Like I said, they’re in an open relationship. They can have sex with anyone at any time.”

“Right now?”

“Why not. Who do you want to have sex with?”

“Conor.”

“Use the spare bedroom, Conor, and show her a good time,” I said. “We want to hear her begging for your cock.”

“Yes, Jess. Come along, Randa.”

Conor took her hand and led her upstairs. Simone and Dani looked at each other, not having expected that. Twenty minutes and some idle chitchat later, we all heard Randa begging for Conor’s cock. They both looked at Brigitte, who showed not the slightest bit of concern that her partner was fucking someone else. About forty minutes later, Randa came down the stairs, looking like she’d been well fucked, which I knew she had been.

“Well?” Simone asked.

“Best sex I ever had,” Randa said, still out of breath. “I want to know more.”

“If you thought that was good,” I said, “try that with Brigitte licking you while Conor is plowing you. That’s at least twice as good.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” Randa said.

“Nope. What one can do, the two of them can do twice as good.”

“The last two times I had sex was pretty disappointing,” Simone said. “May I partake of your services?” She reached out to Brigitte’s hand.

“Of course, anything to encourage your help,” Brigitte said, accepting it. She raised her voice slightly. “Conor, don’t bother dressing. You have another one.”

“Okay,” floated down the stairs.

“Will he have anything left?” Simone asked.

“Conor is good for it,” Brigitte said. She looked at Dani. “Dani too, if she’s interested.”

“I’ll wait,” Dani said. “See what Simone says.”

From the sounds of things upstairs, everyone knew what Simone was going to say when she came down. She was louder and more vocal than Randa had been.

“Oh, fuck, this is incredible,” she said. “So fucking good. I can’t believe how good this is. Fuck me faster, Oh, God, I’m cumming. I’m cumming so hard.”

When she came down, she was shakier than Randa had been.

“You get fucked like that every day?” Simone said.

“Several times a day,” I said. “As much as I have time for.”

“We’re waiting to see if Dani is interested,” Brigitte called down.

“You have to try it,” Simone said. “I’ve never had better sex in my life.”

“You’ll regret it if you don’t,” Randa said.

Dani looked at the both of them, then went upstairs. I got the other two another glass of wine, then we listened to Dani going through the same thing the other two had.

When she came back down, Dani said, “Where do I sign up?”

“I don’t have the paperwork you need to sign now before you learn anything more. Why don’t you think about it overnight, and if you’re still interested, call me in the morning. You can come over tomorrow night and meet some of the infertile couples you’d be helping.”

Brigitte and Conor had dressed and both came down. Conor had a shit eating grin on his face. He’d managed to satisfy four different women today. He was essentially a teenager, and feeling pretty proud about his accomplishments.

“Were you a good boy?” I asked, patting his head.

“I was a very good boy,” Connor laughed. “Just ask anyone.”

They all left shortly afterward, talking to each other about the proposition before them. I was reasonably certain at least two of them would agree to breed, even after knowing what all the other circumstances were.

I called Rene after they left, and told him to bring three sets of forms at seven tomorrow night, along with Sasha, and a couple other pairs of wolves who could be infertile couples.

“Three?” Rene said. “You found three other breeders?”

“Potential breeders. They still don’t know the wolf part yet, but I think at least two will do it anyway. The males should be prepared to fuck a female, so they’re convinced Connor wasn’t an aberration, and they can have good sex no matter who they end up fucking.”

“Jessica, that’s great news.”

“Glad to be of service.”

“Is it true you’re a quarter werewolf? Brigitte said you were.”

“Reasonably certain. My grandmother looked an awful lot like my mother when she was younger.”

“Is that why you’re so willing to help us?”

“I’m willing to help you because of how you’ve treated me. Family ties wouldn’t mean shit without that. You aren’t even a part of my familial pack.”

“Good to know.”

Brigitte changed my anal plug for the next largest size before we went to bed, showing me how to clean them. She told me I should try fucking Conor with one of them in my bottom so I could see what that was like. It was nice. It made me feel even fuller. What do you know, Conor still had some gas in the tank when we went to bed shortly afterward. Good boy.

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All three women called the next morning and said they were willing to hear more. I told them to all be at my house at seven and they could meet some of the other infertile couples, looking for a child.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

We were coming back from our morning run and Quinn was waiting outside my door, our door, I suppose I should say, since Brigitte and Conor were living with me.

I invited him in. “Would you like more breakfast?”

“That would be nice. I haven’t eaten yet, but that’s not the reason I’ve come.”

“What’s the reason you’ve come?”

“To fuck the wolves and take some measurements.”

“Are you still fertile?” I asked Brigitte.

“No.”

“Would you like to wait until after breakfast and take your time, or rush your fucking before breakfast?” I asked Quinn.

“Take my time.”

“Have a seat. We’ll get started on breakfast. Brigitte makes a mean steak and egg sandwich, without the bread for the wolves.”

“That sounds good.”

Brigitte started pan frying the flank steaks, rare and bloody for the wolves, medium for me. When the steaks were done, she fried four eggs, putting them over two of the steaks. She gave Quinn and Conor theirs, while I toasted some bread and she fried four more eggs. She made my sandwich. I sat next to Quinn while she sat across the table from him. We didn’t talk much, me, because I was kind of unsure what he was hoping to accomplish. I think the other two were also, because they hadn’t had much in common with Quinn before now, and were perhaps expecting more of the same.