The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Would you like some of my mead?” Coral offers. Lynette immediately takes the glass and drains it. “Come, Lynette, let us take a turn about the room,” when she sees the worried look on the centaur’s face, she adds, “I would very much like to talk to you.”

Reluctantly she follows Coral in, arm in arm. Coral introduces her quickly to the Queen and King before they make their way into the vast hall, finding a deserted corner to chat in after being given fresh glasses of the honey wine.

Coral, in true centaur fashion thanks to the alcohol in her veins, states it like it is, “Lynette, I know you are nervous about being matched with Vadim. If anyone can understand your fears and provide you with truthful and accurate answers, it will be me.”

Lynette drops her eyes and nods slightly, “Prince Quell did mention that his brother also courted you and that you two grew close.”

She reads the underlying issue as she believes it is and addresses it, “I adore my mate but believe me it was not a choice that was easy and I did not make it lightly. Vadim is by far the most kind, caring and considerate human I have ever known-and keep in mind I grew up in a human village. He is a most faithful gentleman and would make any woman-human or centaur-a devoted mate. I know for certain that if you truly do not wish to be mated with him, he would never force you. All I ask, as a woman who loves him-like a brother,” she adds at the last moment, “is that you simply give him the chance to earn your affections.”

Lynette looks up, surprised by the speech; no doubt she has heard the same words in some form or another before, but hearing them from an outlander in such an earnest tone makes her realize them to be the truth, “He wouldn’t force me? Father says I am to be mated with him, I assumed that the matter was finalized.”

Not having a definite answer regarding it, Coral deftly sidesteps it, “Vadim would never force a woman, Lynette, this I can say with certainty.”

She breathes a sigh of relief, “That is good to know.” She looks briefly around the room, holding something back.

Coral knows she will have to gain the woman’s trust; she points out her mate, “Do you see Quell? The handsome man to his left is Vadim.” She watches Lynette look the man over.

“Aye, he is rather handsome,” she confesses, her eyes lingering on Vadim as she takes in his confident stature.

“Do you want children, Lynette?”

The question catches the centaur off guard, “I-well, yes but I assumed… I mean, no, I do not wish to have children.” The sadness in her eyes is clear.

Coral reaches out and touches the woman’s face with a smile, “I simply ask, because if you don’t wish to have children I can teach you to count the cycles of the moon so as to avoid mating during your fertile time.” Though she had only read over the process once in the book, she took care to commit it to memory as she too will have to be careful to avoid getting pregnant.

She blinks several times, “I… I didn’t believe that it would be… possible.” Her cheeks blush slightly.

Coral smirks, “Ah well, I am not sure of what your mother has taught you about mating but if you mate there will be a chance you will get pregnant.”

Her cheeks grow redder, being forced to clarify, “I beg your pardon, my lady, but I was under the impression that a male human and a female centaur could not produce off spring.”

She chuckles then sips her wine; her eyes fall on Vadim, “Well, he isn’t a human, at least, not all human,” clearing her throat, she turns her gaze back to Lynette, “It would serve us both if I dispelled any false truths you have been told. The question of a human male with a female centaur is a matter of… length. Simply put, it is believed that a human male’s manhood is not long enough to correctly deposit the seed inside of a female centaur’s womb. And while Vadim was born in all appearances as a human male, I assure you that in this aspect alone, he is very much a centaur.”

Her eyes grow wide, “You mean… his… length…?”

“Is more than adequate to accommodate a centaur,” her face, for once, is not flush despite the subject matter, “speaking from professional view point but also as one woman to another.”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Though she is shocked, there is a slight wave of relief that washes over Lynette; she takes a deep breath, still nervous about the entire situation, “I apologize, Lady Coral, but I am not used to being around so many centaurs. Or people.”

Coral lifts her glass, “You and me both, Lynette. I think I’ve single handedly polished off a barrel of mead since I was plucked during the Atonement.”

Lynette offers a small smile to Coral, before draining her own glass, “If it is all right with you, perhaps we could chat a while longer-while I build up my courage?”

She smiles, waving a servant down for a refill, “By all means.”

They drink and chat, slowly taking a turn about the room to graze from the table of treats. Though they are physically very different, they find that they have a lot in common with one another, both confessing to their hesitation of living in a town while preferring the country, both having lived a relatively simple life up until now, both having minimal contact with the opposite sex. After about an hour, Coral finds that she has a good friend in Lynette and the centaur feels the same way.

Coral wisely switches to water, flush and hot with the amount of alcohol she consumed, yet she finally feels at ease in the crowded room, “Would you like me to introduce you to Vadim?”

Lynette is tipsy but still has her wits about her. She gets a nervous, excited look on her face, “All right.”

With a nod, Coral leads her over to a small group surrounding the two princes; Quell has kept an eye on her since she left, knowing what she was up to. When he sees her approach he steps away from Vadim, leaving a gap for the two women to fill. Coral walks up to the man, lightly grasping his arm above the elbow to get his attention.

“Brother?” She says, sweetly.

Vadim turns to her, surprised; he has had a hearty amount of ale and though there is a carefree grin on his face, his eyes are pained with his desire for her, “Yes, Lady Coral?”

Coral keeps a smile plastered on her face, turning slightly, “I’d like to introduce you to my friend; this is Lynette, Daughter of Laire and Joanah.” When she turns to see Lynette curtsying, she adds, “Lynette, this is Vadim, First Prince of Centuarna.”

Vadim looks shocked; he glances from Lynette, to Coral, to Quell, finally realizing the set up. None the less, he behaves appropriately and bows, extending his hand, “What a pleasant surprise, Lynette.” When Lynette places her hand in his, Vadim brings it to his lips and places a gentle kiss on it. She blushes.

Coral steps away from the pair to stand next to her mate; he pulls her back to his stomach, wrapping his arms over hers. Leaning down, he whispers, “This morning when I visited them, she looked terrified but now she looks very receptive; I can’t imagine what you said to her to make her change her mind.”

She kisses him on the cheek, speaking softly, “I told her the truth-now it is up to them.”

Lynette remains close to Coral but spends her time talking with Vadim. He is his usual charming self, devoting his entire attention to her despite the group they are standing with. Coral listens to Quell’s conversation with his friends; the group is comprised of Reid, Junta and Tomir-who Coral recognizes as the two centaurs who drug Tobias off-and Doctor Pelium. Tomir mentions rumors he has heard from travelers out of Centurion about maiden women going missing; sometimes they reappear but refuse to talk about what happened, but more often than not they aren’t seen again. Reid starts trading stories of their travels together when Coral spots Gladys standing against the wall near them. Knowing that the handmaid doesn’t want to interrupt but has something to say none the less, Coral slips from Quell’s grasp to talk to the woman.

“I do apologize for interrupting, my lady,” she says with a smile on her face, “I have moved all of your things to Prince Quell’s room. I mean, to your new room.”

“Thank you, Gladys. Say, I have been meaning to ask but since we haven’t been alone until now I didn’t want to bring it up-were you able to give the elixir a try with your mate?”

Gladys’ smile grows into a huge grin, “Oh yes, my lady. We tried it last night, and, well, again at lunch time today… It works just as you said it would. He was so happy that there was no pain for me, and,” she glances down sheepishly, “well, I didn’t know it could be enjoyable! I do hope it is something you will share with the rest of the women in town-I didn’t say a word about it to anyone yet.”

Coral returns the woman’s smile, “Yes, it does work rather well, doesn’t it? I wanted to confirm its effectiveness before I met with the King but once I have his approval it is my intention to make it available to those who want it.”

“That is good to hear! You have a wonderful evening, Lady Coral; I will see you tomorrow morning.” She curtseys before disappearing.

Coral turns around, surprised to see Vadim standing behind her; he looks slightly angry, a frown on his handsome brown face, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Where is Lynette? Is everything all right?” Coral asks.

“She went to get her father and mother to introduce us, sister,” he says, his dark eyes studying her.

“What is the matter, Vadim?”

He offers his arm, “Walk with me.” It isn’t a request.

Coral slips her hand around his bicep, joining him in a leisurely stroll away from Quell and the group, before he speaks, “You know how I feel about taking a centaur mate, Coral. There is nothing I could offer her to make her as happy as she would be with one of her own kind.”