The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“This is a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect to see you for a couple of days.”

“Yes, and I can spend all the nights in bed with you except Saturday night, when Sean will be here. Except for the breeding part, I’ve given him another weekend of submission, so he’ll have me Saturday and Sunday, and I don’t know what he’ll have planned for me, but the rest of the non-breeding time, I’m yours, baby. I forgot to ask how your show went.”

“Fabulous. I sold everything for a minimum of ten, and my biggest piece got twenty. I’ve got orders for another twenty from the show, and they want to do another show of my work in six months. I’m going to be busier than hell.”

“Not too busy to lick pussy, I hope,” I said.

“Never too busy for that.”

I also gave Quinn a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for letting us invade your house,” I said.

“You’ll always be welcome here,” Quinn said. “You don’t even have to ask. I’m surprised Sean let you come.”

“Apparently, we’ve earned his trust.”

“How’s he taking the fact I’m breeding you?”

“As well as could be expected. As long as you’re a wolf, he accepts it. If you were a man, it would be a different story. He knows you will knot with me four times a day, and breed me up to twice per knot. He knows that Brigitte will stop it when she scents I’m pregnant.”

“Can I wish that you don’t get pregnant this time?”

“You can wish for anything you want, as long as you do your best to knock me up.”

He laughed. “It would be my first.”

“Not necessarily. You’ve fucked Dani, Randa and Simone. All of them could be pregnant with yours, although the odds aren’t in your favor. They still favor Rene as Alpha.”

“True, but I know that this one will be mine.”

“All yours, wolf, just for finding Sasha’s son and my sweetie.” I kissed his cheek again. “We’ll start Saturday morning.”

It was late already, late enough to head to bed anyway. I spent a delightful night in Gretchen’s arms and between her legs.

The following morning, Quinn went looking for bear, getting directions from Brigitte as to where he was seen. To the best of our knowledge, he hadn’t done anything wrong yet, but if found, he was going to warned off.

After taking a look at Gretchen’s stuff in her finished art studio, we were sitting in the hot tub chatting about this and that. It was October, so the nights were pretty cool, but the days still had some warmth to them. I asked Brigitte how big a werebear’s cock was.

“Bear and wolf shifters have a similarity to each other. They both have penis bones, or a baculum in Latin, inside of the penis. The gland in the middle of the bone is where the knot appears. This bone is around seven inches in a wolf, and a little longer in a bear. The bone is towards the end of the penis and helps with the entry into the vaginal sheathe. An unerect black bear will be 5-8 inches in length depending upon the size and youth of the bear, but when erect, he can have a penis three or more feet long. It’s because of the relative sizes of the animals who are fucking. Bull cattle are usually over three feet in length, elephants over four, and blue whales over ten feet long. It has to be that long in order to reach deep inside a female, closer to the uterus. It’s not as easy for larger animal bodies to get as close together as it is for humans.

“Bear shifters, know they’d hurt you if they used all of their bear dick to try to fuck a human female, so they usually only use the first ten to twelve inches when mounting a human. In their human shapes, they tend to have longer dicks as well, but it’s more like ten or eleven inches long.”

“How thick is it, the bear’s cock, I mean?”

“It’s actually less thick than some human cocks as a bear. Probably about wolf thickness. Wolves and bears are trying to hit a moving target without being able to see said target, so it’s helpful if you don’t have a bludgeon. Something small enough to slide easily inside. It’s why a wolf knots, otherwise a male would be splattering his seed all over the place. Knotting prevents that from happening.”

“So if a bear did catch me, it won’t kill me mating with him?”

“No, but a cub would be larger than a puppy, usually over ten pounds, so your vagina would take a beating on the way out.”

“Good to know. If I did get raped by a bear and knocked up, what would you do with the cub?”

“That’s a good question. I don’t know the answer. The bear would be hunted down and killed, so you can’t give the cub to him. You can’t put it in the zoo, because it will be a human for the first six or seven years of his life, although even bigger than a wolf. I don’t know if it usually shifts the first time, around a full moon or not. Bears aren’t pack animals, so they don’t have a pack to raise it. Hopefully there’s a female shifter somewhere who’d take it, but I haven’t got a clue. Maybe Quinn knows.”

I asked him that when he got home. He hadn’t found the shifter, though he followed it for miles, well away from where I lived.

“We kill it,” Quinn replied.

“You kill it! Why the fuck would you kill a baby cub?”

“What are we going to do with it? It can’t be raised by humans. It can’t be raised by the pack. You can’t stick it in a zoo. You want to lock it up for three hundred years? It doesn’t happen all that often, but there’s nothing else we can do.”

“Why can’t the pack raise it as an ursine member of the pack?”

“It’s not in a bear’s nature to be a pack animal.”

“Has it ever been tried? Maybe, if it were raised by the pack, it would become a pack animal. I mean, I’ve seen all kinds of crazy animal pairings that get along great, dogs with cats, llamas with horses, birds with dogs, deer with people, for fucks sake.”

“It couldn’t speak wolf.”

“So shift and explain shit in English. It’s going to be a kid for however long before it shifts anyway. It’s not a real bear. It’s a shifter, for God’s sake, which means it’s smart enough not to fuck a human to death if it wants to breed. Geez. At least try it once and see if you can work most of the kinks out of it. Puppies aren’t going to kill it by roughhousing. I can get why you can’t raise humans, but you can do something else with them. Maybe even put advertisements in the paper for a female, what do they call female bears?”

“A sow, like a pig. Males are boars.”

“Advertise for a sow to take one and raise it. I assume weres speak the language of the country they live in. The bear in Wisconsin spoke English. I assume they read it too. Someone has to raise the ones they have when they seduce someone. Find a werebear and ask what they want done with their young, don’t kill it.”

“She’s right, you know,” Brigitte said. “I don’t think werebears are any more deserving of extinction than we are. We should try something else.”

“Fine, I’ll ask Rene if he has any contacts in the bear community.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I wouldn’t think I’d have to explain this to anyone who was paying me not to become extinct themselves.”

“Apparently, there’s a lot of shit you have to explain to wolves. We’re helpless without you,” Quinn laughed.

“I know. It’s a wonder you survived at all.”

Gretchen laughed.

“What’s so funny, painter?” Quinn asked

“That all 5-7, 120 pounds of Jessica, is yelling and wagging her finger at all 6-5, 230 pounds of you. It’s like a kid telling off an adult.”

Quinn laughed. “That is pretty funny. She’s the only one who gets away with that shit too.”

“Let me ask you something, Quinn. How do you feel about Jessica falling in love with Sean?” Gretchen asked. “Is it as wretched for you as it is for me?”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“I try not to think about it,” he said, looking at me. “I want Jessica to be happy, even if I’m miserable.”

“I guess you are as wretched as I am,”

“You still get to have sex with her.”

“But even having sex with her isn’t the same, is it?” Gretchen asked.

“No,” Quinn replied. “Not the same at all.”

“Quit pouting, children,” I said. “I’m not a lesbian, and not a wolf. We’re exactly what we are and have to live with that.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to like it,” Gretchen said.

*****

There were five wolves running with us every day, but we still stuck relatively close to Quinn’s house, doing circular laps through the woods. Friday, Brigitte had to go to teach her class after our run, so we had to stay at the house the rest of the day. I modeled naked for Gretchen along with Alicia and Matt, both as wolves. I stood between them with a bow and arrows, and they were snarling and growling like they were my protectors against some unseen foe. Quinn went to Wolf Central. He didn’t mind leaving us with only three wolves protecting us because he had an arsenal of silver equipped weapons, including high powered rifles which could deal with even a bear.

Sean called me around five.

“I got done early, can I come sooner than tomorrow?”

“Of course you can, sweetie. You don’t mind sharing a bed with Gretchen and Ingrid do you?”

“That’s fine.”

“Do you want us to save you some supper?”

“I’ll grab something on the way.”

“Don’t forget condoms if you want to fuck you know what while I’m fertile.”

“I already bought a package.”

“We’ll see you in a couple hours then.”