The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Shaking her head, Coral tries to think, only to realize that she hasn’t since she arrived in Centuarna. When she feels the anxiety start to well up in her stomach she starts drawing in deep breaths.

“I am sure he will be happy,” Margaret says, though from the tone of her voice it is clear she doesn’t approve.

“He… doesn’t want them,” Coral whispers.

“Well if he didn’t want them, then he should have left you alone,” she mutters.

“It’s just as much my fault as his,” Coral says, her mind swirling as the panic starts to swell, “I initiated most of it.”

“Coral!” Margaret says wide eyed.

Still in shock, she is not embarrassed, “It really is enjoyable.” They walk on in silence, the town now in view. Hearing Tomir start to catch up with them, Coral asks, “Please-do not tell anyone, Margaret.”

The maiden nods without hesitation.

When they make their way through the small town to the bridge beyond Coral asks Tomir to unpack their lunch while she and Margaret harvest the mints. She notices the Margaret glancing at the centaur repeatedly; Tomir has pulled his cloak off, spreading it onto the ground so that the women can sit upon it while they eat. Sitting beside it, he takes great care in arranging the food for them. When he catches Margaret’s eye, he gives her a kind smile.

Margaret quickly looks away, taking the opportunity to harvest some mint further down the bank so that she can turn her back to the centaur. She sees Coral eyeing her.

“Why does he… act that way?” Margaret asks.

“What way?”

Shaking her head, “I don’t know, he is just behaving… well, odd. For a centaur.”

Coral pops a few mint leaves into her mouth, hoping that they help with the nausea, “He likes you, Margaret.”

“What!” She almost shrieks; getting a hold of herself, she lowers her voice and repeats it, “What!”

Coral stands, rolling her eyes, “Margaret-look, I know that before the Atonement none of the men had any intentions of making you any offers.”

“I-I don’t see what that has to do with this,” she stammers.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Had any been smart enough to be interested in you, you would be able to recognize the behaviors that Tomir is exhibiting. Ever since he laid eyes on you, he has made it a point to have his path cross yours, daily. It never occurred to you that there was a reason?”

“I just assumed that since he lived in town-”

“It is a big town, Margaret. He doesn’t live anywhere near the apothecary or have any need to go to the shops around it and he spends most of his time working in the castle.”

Her face starts to burn red, a look of mild disgust forming. When she opens her mouth to speak, Coral cuts her off.

“It doesn’t matter-you will be forced into nothing. He is a respectable centaur and even if you don’t believe there is a chance that you would choose him as your mate, there is no reason to be cruel about it. You must keep in mind that you are a part of Centuarna now-at least for the next eleven months. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being polite and civil during that time and it would do you some good to have a few friends, regardless of what species they are. So, this will be the last I say about it to you-be nice to him. Do not judge him because of his appearance. Maybe if you actually made an effort to strike up a conversation, you would realize that he is a good man.” With her arms loaded down by mint, Coral leaves the maiden to ponder her words.

After packing her basket with herbs, she takes the seat next to Tomir. He glances at her for a moment before his eyes return to Margaret, “She does not like us.”

“She is having a hard time adjusting to her new life,” Coral confesses, nibbling on some bread.

“What can I do?” Tomir looks at her again, eager to help.

“Be patient with her.”

Margaret joins them before much longer, sitting across from Tomir. He hands her some bread, a kind smile on his face.

“Thank you,” she reluctantly admits. They eat in relative silence before Margaret speaks again, “I have discovered that there isn’t much to do in the evenings,” she glances up to Tomir before averting her gaze again, “where I used to live, we would gather in the tavern after supper as something to do for entertainment. Is there a place like that in Centuarna?”

Tomir considers her words carefully as he cuts up some cheese for them to share, “Yes, there are several such places in town. I am surprised Janis didn’t take you to one-the midwives always go after a successful birth.”

Margaret’s shoulders seem to slump a little when she realizes that she was left out, “Oh, well, I… I don’t know them very well yet, so perhaps…”

“I would be happy to point them out to you when we get back to town,” he says earnestly. Seeing that she is still upset, he adds, “Or, if you would like to accompany me tonight, there is going to be a bard performing at the tavern near my home.” She looks up at him, wide eyed. He speaks calmly to ease her assumptions, “I meant nothing by it, I was simply offering if you want. You are welcome to bring friends with you.”

Both of them glance at Coral, using her as a mediator. She is staring off into the distance, lost in her own thoughts but realizes they are now waiting on her. She looks between the pair, slowly chewing her food while she tries to focus on the conversation, “That sounds like fun. Quell and I will meet you there. Perhaps Tomir can meet you at the apothecary after supper-to show you the way.”

The tables turned on Margaret, she nods, keeping her gaze down, “Yes, after supper. At the apothecary.”

They walk back in silence. Tomir leads the way, though his presence isn’t the reason for the lack of conversation. Margaret is nervous, her mind spinning as she struggles with the prejudice of her upbringing. However, Coral is also nervous; she is worried about how Quell will react to her unintended pregnancy.

Tomir bids them farewell when they reach the apothecary; as he walks away, there is an obvious bounce to his step. Before she can leave, Coral’s arm is caught by Margaret, “You will be there tonight, right?” She is clearly worried.

“Of course I will be there,” she calms her down. Upon thinking about it, she digs around in her bag before placing a small vial in Margaret’s hand. When the maiden sees it, she tries to give it back.

“No, I don’t-”

Coral refuses it, “I am not saying that you will ever have a cause to use it, nor am I forcing you to. I am simply giving it to you as a friend-just in case. There is no pressure.” She turns and starts to walk away but she halts, smirking over her shoulder, “If you are curious, it can be used without a partner.” She can’t help but laugh as Margaret’s cheeks turn red.

As it is still early in the afternoon, Coral heads directly to the surgery. She is greeted by Pelium.

“More mint, I see?” He says with a smile, offering her a cup of tea.

“Yes,” she replies, off loading her bag onto the table before taking the cup, “I speculate this will be the last time I am able to harvest it now that winter is approaching,” she sips the glass, “I am not quite sure how to tell the ladies to ration it.”

He laughs heartily, “I imagine it is the men you might have to tell-I’ve heard that once they’ve tried it, it, err, well, gives them a hearty appetite.”

Her face turns red but she forces a laugh none the less, “I suppose we must do our best to get our own mint plants growing this winter. Perhaps I will have a chat with the gardener, to see if he has any suggestions on keeping them alive indoors?”

Pelium nods, returning to his work, “Indeed.”

The past month, Coral has brewed a lot of the elixir. Though she is only in the apothecary three times a week, she gets several new women asking about it each day; after her initial successful trials, Rainer gave her the freedom to dole it out as she saw fit. It has never been officially announced or talked about by the royal family but even just through word of mouth amongst the women and male centaurs she figures there are close to a hundred mated pairs now using the elixir; in fact, she has even seen a few of them return for more.

She spends several hours brewing a large batch of the elixir, close to five gallons. It might seem excessive but as it calls for fresh mints to be steeped in it, she calculates the quantity around the product she has on hand, though she is curious as to if the decoction will lose any potency if not used right away. Deciding it is worth knowing, she pours six small vials and writes the date on them, with the intention of trying them on a monthly basis so that she can determine the effectiveness.

Coral makes short work of storing the large bottles in the small locked room at the back of the surgery; though it was originally where all of the medicines were kept, Pelium now only stores the more dangerous ones there, on the off chance that someone decide to do something unsavory. Worn out from both her walk and her work, she slumps into her desk chair. With her mind no longer occupied, her thoughts are drawn back to her growing stomach.

Grabbing the first book on her desk, she flips through it to appear as if she is occupied while her thoughts race; how will she tell Quell? How will he take the news? He was so upset with her when he discovered she was attending birthings-his feelings are clear on the matter. He does not want a foal.

Tears well up in her eyes, breaking free and cascading down her face though she forces herself to remain otherwise calm so that Pelium won’t know she is upset. What if Quell is so angry with her, he no longer wants her as his mate? She knows he is a good centaur and will do what is right but she is afraid that this will damage their relationship beyond repair. It would be hard to raise a foal on her own but it would be even harder to be around Quell if he no longer loved her.