The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“The hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even harder than learning to fuck like a wolf, and that was damn hard. I should never have tried to raise him. I should have given him up at birth, but I still thought like a human, and I had to try.”

“I’m sorry, Mae. I truly am. Did he have children and grandchildren?”

“Thank you, dear. He did. It was hard keeping track of them in the beginning. It’s gotten easier with things like FaceBook. As far as they’re concerned when I make a friend request, I’m some stranger. They don’t know I’m their great, great grandmother. I can follow their lives discretely, from a distance. I’ve got quite a few of them now. It’s hard to imagine how many I’ll have before I die.”

“I imagine you began your wolf aging process from the age you were when you were bitten?”

“That’s right. I looked like a 22 year old wolf and my aging slowed down immensely from that point. I look like what, thirty-five now?”

“Less if I’m being honest. Thirty-one or two.”

Mae laughed. “Do you think I care about a year or two at this point?”

“Probably not,” I laughed with her. “May I say, ma’am, that you’re very attractive, and I wouldn’t mind joining you in bed some time. Did you learn to enjoy sex with women as a wolf?”

“I learned to enjoy sex with anyone as a wolf. Women are no exception. One adapts to their world, and this is my world now.” She swung her arms in a wide circle. “You’re a sweet girl, and I may take you up on your offer when your mate isn’t so eager to get on the road.”

“He’s not my mate,” I said, “though at the moment, he is my Master.”

“Really? He looks at you like a mate.”

“I know it’s what he wants, but I’m human, and I don’t see that working any more than having a son worked for you.”

“I suppose not,” Mae agreed.

We left soon after, heading for the bridge crossing into Canada at Sault Ste. Marie. Hubert told them the Canadian pack would have a representative meeting them at the Three Aces restaurant in the small town of Iron Bridge about forty miles past the border crossing on Provincial Highway 17. By the time we reached there, it would be supper time, so we’d eat. We had reservations at the Lakeview Inn in Blind River to sleep, which was a few miles past Iron Bridge, trying to shorten the road trip tomorrow given our stops today.

When we went through the border, the customs agents on the Canadian side, took a look at the collars on Dani’s and my necks, and had to pull us aside to ensure we weren’t illegally enslaved. We had to admit to them that we were voluntary sluts, and weren’t in any way being coerced by our Master.

“Why are so many of you pregnant?

“We’re being paid to be surrogate mothers for infertile couples,” I said. “We were all laid off from the Bath Iron Works together, and needed income and this was a way to make some during the sucky economy. Before we all deliver, we’re making a trip to see all of our families. We saw Dani’s family in New York, Randa’s family in Pennsylvania, my family in Wisconsin, and we’re headed to Trois Riviéres in Quebec to see Simone’s family, before we all go back to Maine. Brigitte, the other pregnant woman accidentally got pregnant. She wasn’t intending to, but she’s giving the baby up when she delivers.”

“What is the purpose of the other, non-pregnant ones?”

“To keep us company, and the infertile families want to protect their investments, so the others are there for our protection. Brigitte is a licensed bodyguard in the US, and Quinn is a bounty hunter who looks for escaped criminals. It’s possible that Quinn is also the father of my child, although others had an opportunity.”

“And he is the one you’re in submission to?”

“Both of us, yes.”

“Why would you do this?”

“Because being his submissive is very arousing to me and I’m having great sex as a result. It’s only for the trip, and the rest of the time, I only do it once a month. Honestly, if you were to feel my pussy now, it would be extremely wet. In fact, we’ve been riding with sex toys in there to keep us aroused on the drive. If you were to look, there are pink tails dangling outside of our vaginas.”

A female agent, did indeed check that out, then she also had to check to make sure we didn’t have anything else we were trying to smuggle into Canada, and when she did I orgasmed, I was so turned on. I know what you’re thinking, “Slut”, and you’d be right. All of our stories were consistent, and they didn’t find any other problems, so we were passed through.

In the car, I had to tell Master I orgasmed without permission when they searched me for contraband, and he had to give me five more orgasms as I rode his cock in the back of the Suburban, so he could give me a decent spanking. His cum was running down my leg when we went into the Three Aces Restaurant, leashes on our collars. The wolves smelled our arousal when we went in, and scenting there were wolves present, waved us over to their table.

They introduced themselves as Shadow and Bright Sky, English and shortened versions of their Indian names, which were both Cree. Quinn introduced all of us, then Dani and I sat with our Master at their table, while the others took seats around us.

“Do you require us to perform obeisance for passing through your territory?” Quinn asked. “We’re ready to do so.”

“Later. There’s a place where it can be performed on the road. All of these humans are pregnant with puppies?” Shadow asked.

“They are. The New England Pack has started a new program, where women are paid to be surrogate mothers for the pack. All four women have agreed to provide four puppies, and there are several others that have agreed to do so as well, both in New England, and, more recently, for the Upper Michigan/Wisconsin pack.”

“How much are you paying?”

“It varies from place to place, depending on the economy and the wealth of the pack.”

They had to stop talking as the waitress came to take our orders. She looked at Dani’s and my collars and the leashes still in Quinn’s hand.

“Are you having fun, honey?” She asked me.

“You wouldn’t believe how much,” I said. “If we were staying, you could see how much.” I looked at the wedding ring on her finger. “Your husband could even watch.”

I must have said the right thing, because the three wolves at my table all sniffed subtly and our two Indian friends looked at each other. Fresh pussy.

She blushed and took our order.

As soon as she was gone, Bright Sky said, “You’re not even trying to stay under the radar.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“It’s fascinating,” Quinn said, “but fifty percent of the time when I go somewhere with my sluts on a leash, we get some sort of interest from someone present. So far, most of those expressing an interest, have submissive tendencies themselves. We’ve found submissives are fairly easy to turn into breeders. On this trip alone, we’ve run into four women that have all agreed to be bred, although only two know yet that it’s to wolves. One of those promised four puppies, one two. Another submissive hasn’t yet been asked about breeding, but seemed interested in becoming a submissive to an Alpha. The other two will be brought along more slowly and then told after they’ve signed governmental, non-disclosure agreements. The other way we’ve attracted breeders are providing breeding services for couples with an infertile husband, one puppy for each child the couple gets.

“Each breeder we get, increases the chances they know someone willing to do the same thing. Dani’s sister has agreed to be a breeder, as have three of Jessica’s former classmates, two more for money, a third to provide her with a child for her infertile husband. Another of Jessica’s classmates is being groomed as a breeder. Her mother is sick and she needs money, but she’s enjoying the sex with our human forms and she’s allowed a bitch to lick her, so I suspect she’ll become a breeder at some point.”

The two wolves looked at each other again.

“How many puppies do you believe will result from these efforts?”

“We’ve got almost forty puppies contracted for between the two packs, with the possibility of almost ten more at the present. Women who’ve agreed to be bred, but don’t know it’s wolves yet. We’ve found it best to offer a certain amount per puppy, with a bonus if they’re willing to provide more than one, which is why all of these breeders are providing four. If you want the full details of what we’re doing, talk to Rene of the New England pack. It was he and Sasha who conceived of the plan.”

We had to stop talking due to the return of the waitress. When she saw me, she blushed again.

“Would you like a man or a woman licking your pussy,” I asked, “while your husband watches?”