The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Roxanne, several of the people in this room are shapeshifters, specifically, wolf shapeshifters, which is probably were the legends of werewolves originated from. In order to demonstrate the truth of that statement to you, I’m going to have three people take their clothes off, Sven, his wife, Lana, and Gregory. Roxanne, you’re currently fertile, and the wolves can scent your fertility. It means they’ll have erections. It doesn’t mean anything. They won’t rape you, just know that they can smell your ability to procreate at the moment. Would you please undress, lady and gentlemen.”

I waited until they were all undressed, and I wasn’t wrong about the male’s erections. Both men were hard as stone. Roxanne had seen my husband and another wolf naked already, so wasn’t totally thrown off.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Roxanne, but they’re going to shift to their wolf forms right now. Feel free to pet them, touch them, talk to them. They understand you, even if they can’t talk back. Please shift.”

The three wolves shifted. It’s startling the first time you see it, no matter how much you’ve prepared. Especially, when most of the movies you’ve seen of men turning into wolves show this long, drawn out process. It’s so much faster than that, especially for senior wolves. She kind of startled backward, then when nothing else happened, leaned forward and reached out her hand, letting the wolves sniff her, like you would a dog, then finally, petting one, Sven, as it turned out.

“They’re going to shift back and put on their clothes again, and I’m going to tell you why wolf genetics don’t allow them to have children with each other, and why they need you to have children.”

The three wolves shifted and put their clothes on, Roxanne watching with interest. When they were dressed, I told her everything she needed to know about wolves and breeding.

“You mean if I were to have a child with Sven or Gregory as a man, I have a human baby, and if I have sex then him as a wolf, I have a puppy?”

“That’s exactly what I mean. My mom is the result of a breeding between a human woman and a wolf in human form. My husband, Sean, is the son of two wolves in human form. They’re both completely human, normal lifespans, not impervious to injury. Gretchen and I have both done it. She’s now carrying her third puppy. I’ve had two, and as soon as I have this one for my husband, I’ll have another two. My daughter, my second puppy, is already twice as big as a human child would be. Lucy and Peter have agreed that she will have four for the pack. They’re signing her breeding contract today, when they get back to Milwaukee. Now, I want to explain something to you, because you’re already married, like Lucy. There was another reason that Peter had to know about wolves. His sister married a wolf, my grandfather, and my mom’s father, and because of their different life spans, and other factors, it would soon appear to their friends and loved ones, that her husband was different. He wouldn’t be getting old as fast as Janet was. At some point in the near future, say six, seven, eight years, they would have to disappear from public life to anyone who didn’t know about wolves and signed the paperwork you did. She would have had to die to Peter. It’s the reason we wanted him to know, and agree to Lucy breeding at least one puppy for the pack.

“Winston doesn’t have to know you’re having puppies. If you don’t fuck a wolf in front of him, you’ll have a child you immediately give up, and he can remain ignorant. The nice thing about breeding with a wolf, is unless you want to give up your life, you won’t leave your husband for one. They’re not a risk to your marriage. The sex really is just sex. A wolf can’t have children with you that you can raise, not human or wolf. Human babies are too fragile to be with wolves, and wolf puppies might accidentally bite you and turn you into a wolf, or would miraculously heal in front of people and give away the wolves’ secrets. I’m mentioning this because the men I’ve talked to, such as Peter, are actually more comfortable with the idea of their wife with a wolf, than a man. It’s less complicated emotionally, so you can certainly tell Winston if you think he can handle the fact that you’re fucking a wolf. There’s nothing illegal about fucking a werewolf. It’s not a crime, it’s just strange.

“One last thing you need to consider. Gregory, and in fact, all the wolves, can tell you’re fertile now. You could get pregnant, if you’re ready to take that step. If you’re like other women with an infertile husband you might want to have your own child before you have one for the pack. Sven looks enough like Winston, if you stayed here for a couple days, you could go home pregnant. I don’t suggest you do so without talking to Winston first. Take Sven’s picture and tell him this is the man who’d get you pregnant and ask if you have his permission. After you have your own, the pack would want a puppy. Say four to six months after you deliver, they would meet with you and several wolves would attempt to breed you. If you want a second child, the pack would want a second. Conor just finished giving my friend her second child. She’ll give one more to the pack for that breeding, and then she’ll be done, because she only wanted two. If you’re not ready this instant, just call Gregory, and he’ll arrange for your baby the next time you’re fertile. If you want to talk to Winston now, we’ll give you some privacy to discuss this.”

“I would like to talk to him, and I’ll take Sven’s picture with Lana, and say that in return for Sven giving me a baby, I’ll have one for her. He doesn’t have to know it’s not specifically for her.”

“If it helps Winston,” Sean said, “and it’s okay with you, wolves don’t really care about the sex. You could tell him he can have sex with Lana if you have sex with Sven. She’s not going to break up your marriage any more than Sven will. They’re a mated pair, and wolves never get divorced.”

“Is that true?” Roxanne asked Lana.

“It’s true. We frequently have sex with other wolves. It’s part of our culture, and the sex doesn’t matter to us. If it would help you with a breeding decision, I’ll happily fuck your husband, but I’ll never willingly leave Sven. We’ll be together until one of us dies, around 180 years from now. If you were bisexual, we’d each have sex with both of you. It doesn’t matter. Sex is sex, and it’s divorced from our emotions, our love for each other.”

Roxanne took Sven’s and Lana’s picture. We gave her some space to make her call, going back outside, leaving her in the house. It took fifteen to twenty minutes before she came outside.

“Winston said to go ahead, and I got another day off from work. I can spend the night and the better part of tomorrow. I hope that’s enough,” Roxanne said. “When would Lana be able to join Winston?”

“If he’s off this weekend, I’ll meet him around two PM on Saturday, and spend the night with him, leaving around three the next day,” Lana said. “That should give him around the same time with me as you’ll have with Sven.”

“Will I need to sleep on the couch?”

“You don’t have to. You’re welcome to join us.”

“When would I be getting a bodyguard?” Roxanne asked.

“When you begin breeding for the pack,” Gregory said.

“Will you be one of my wolf breeders?”

“I’d like to be. How would your husband feel about you having a biracial child, even if you don’t keep it?”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m not sure. I suppose I’ll have thirteen to fifteen months to discuss it. Is there paperwork I have to sign?”

“You’ll both have to sign it. Lana will bring the paperwork when she visits to take care of Winston,” Gregory said. “Are you going to tell Winston about wolves?”

“I don’t know yet. I suppose I have a few months to think about that as well. Sven, fuck me pregnant.”

For the better part of the next eight hours, Sven did exactly that, stopping only for a little food and drink at supper. Gregory left with Peter and Lucy. When we went to bed, Gretchen and Alicia sleeping with me and Sean, we were still hearing Roxanne begging for Sven’s cock. At some point, I think I heard Mom begging for Conor’s cock, or maybe one of the female’s tongue; it was just general begging. It was mainly moaning. I didn’t know anymore. It began again the next morning, before breakfast. They took a break to eat. Roxanne looked like she’d been fucked hard and put away wet since this started yesterday.

“How can sex with wolves be so good?” Roxanne asked.

“Fuck three or four times a day for a hundred or so years, and you’d be pretty good at sex too,” Sean said.

I kissed him. He understood.

“How come his erection never goes away?”

“You’re fertile. I’m sure every wolf dick in the house was hard all night. We need to hit the road in thirty minutes or so,” I said. “It’s about a two hour drive to the airport, and we have to turn in the rental cars.”

“Where are your parents?” Gretchen asked.

“They were fucking last night too. Lana, point me in the direction of my parents.”

“Upstairs, third door on the left,” she said.

“Did you get any sex?” Sean asked Lana.

“I always get sex. Didn’t get any cock though. That was pretty much all taken.”

“Thank God for pussy,” I said.

“A woman after my own heart,” Gretchen said.

I went upstairs and knocked on the third door on the left.

“What is it?” Dad asked.

“The train is leaving the station in thirty minutes.”

“We’ll be right down,” Mom said. “Conor and Brigitte are just finishing something.”

“I’ll bet it’s you,” I said.

“I won’t take that bet,” Mom said, moaning some more. “Couple more minutes.”

“Uh-huh.”

We hadn’t really unpacked anything, so their wasn’t anything to pack. Before the rest of them joined us, Sven and Roxanne were going at it again. Seemed like Sven planned to single handedly plant a baby in Roxanne within a day and I suspected he’d succeed.

The ones who missed breakfast, grabbed a quick bite, raw meat for the wolves, peanut butter on toast for my parents.

On the drive to the airport, I asked Sean if he wanted to join the Mile High Club.

“Does a blow job suffice, or do I have to fuck you?”

“My understanding is only a proper fucking will do, and it’s the last I’m going to be your submissive slut until two weekends from now. You’d better take advantage of your slut while you have her, Master.”

“They don’t have a lot of room in the restrooms,” Sean complained.

“We can ask the stewardess if I can fuck you in your seat, sir,” I said, “but it might tip her off to keep an eye on us.”

Sean laughed. “I’d bet you’d do that, wouldn’t you.”

“The magic 8 ball says, ‘Your satisfaction is guaranteed’, sir.”

“My 8 ball never said that.”

“What a surprise. Mine sure did, Master,” I teased, kissing him. “I could suck your dick now, if you want.”

I did, too.