The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“We have experimented with artificial insemination with human males and female werewolves, but it’s been with mixed results. Mostly, it hasn’t worked. If we get the semen of five males together, it’s worked a few times, but not consistently”

“So if I get pregnant, am I going to have a litter of pups?” Tongue in cheek.

“You’ll have a human looking child. We don’t shift until reaching maturity, which is faster than humans, around seven to eight years old.”

“Do you have sex with each other anyway, even if you’re not producing pups?”

“We’re very highly sexed. We fuck frequently.”

I finished my breakfast and pushed back from the table. “This has all been a rather amusing joke. Not for me, as I’m desperate for work, and expensive for you, considering how much that doctor visit cost you. At least I know I’m healthy, but I’ll have to go back and be put on birth control again, which is annoying.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Sure, because you’ve been making so much sense.”

“I can prove it to you.”

“Here?”

“Not here. Federal laws, remember. I can show you at your house, or out in the woods.”

“Like I’m going out in the woods with someone who seems a little off plumb.”

“Then your house.”

“That’s safer?”

“Before you get out of the car, have you phone set to call 911. Let me in the house and I’ll prove it to you with your finger ready to summon the cops. I have to strip off my clothes before I shift, so I don’t ruin them, so be aware I will be naked.”

The thought of seeing this hunk naked, got my juices flowing again, and he smiled, the smug son-of-a-bitch, like he knew it. Did I really want to chance it for an opportunity to see this Adonis bare assed? Maybe.

“Okay, you follow me to my house. Don’t get out of the car until I get my door opened and I invite you in, probably after I have a gun in hand in addition to my phone. Or do I need silver bullets?”

He smiled again. “Regular bullets work. Silver bullets work quicker. I’ll take care of the bill. I don’t need to follow you. I know where your house is. It will give you more time to prepare. I’ll stay in my car until you wave me in.”

I did put my address in the application, so I suppose he did.

As I drove back to my house, I wondered if what I was doing was smart, letting someone who might be a bit mad, and who I didn’t know into my house. I hadn’t been lying about the gun though. I had a Ruger . 357 loaded with Hydra-shocks.

I kept it close to my bed, so I got it. I didn’t bother with the phone. Rene was waiting outside in his car when I went back to the door. I opened the door and invited him in. I didn’t bother hiding the gun. I wanted him to know I had it. I gave myself about ten feet from the door before he stepped through it, waving him into the living room with the gun. He smiled again.

“I’m going to get undressed now,” he said.

“Uh, huh. Just move slow.”

He followed my orders, moving slow as he removed his clothes, shoes and socks first, then shirt, finally pants and underwear. Holy fuck! Everything his body had promised when clothed, delivered in spades. He was hairier than I usually liked, but damn, it looked good on him, and his cock; a fucking marvel. Five to six inches long even limp. My heart was going pitty-pat, and you know what juiced even more.

“Are you married?” I asked, which was stupid, because I might have to kill him.

“Yes. Well, mated, which is almost the same thing.”

“What does your mate think about you trying to fertilize another woman? Or is some other wolf supposed to fuck me?”

“It’s for the good of the pack, and we’re hoping you’ll do it with more than one of us. I’m going to change soon. It’s going to be sudden, so please don’t shoot me, just because I look like a wolf. I’m not dangerous to you. In fact you might want to take your finger off the trigger.”

“Back up another ten feet.”

“Very well.” He backed up ten more feet. “In around five seconds.”

I took my finger off the trigger and started counting internally. The werewolf movies I’d seen showed this long transformation, like seconds of agonizing change as bones reformed. I wasn’t expecting any change at all, but in the space of a second, I was staring at the largest dog I’d ever seen. Its eyes were golden, a little yellower than the goldish-brown eyes he had as a human. It sat down, yawned, and licked its chops, (his chops?), not threatening me at all. What’s the protocol for dealing with a shapeshifter.

“Jesus!”

I could have sworn it smiled when I said that. There was another quick change, and Rene was kneeling on the floor of my living room.

“Are you convinced?” Rene asked, standing up. His penis looked more erect than when he changed before. He noticed me looking at his junk. “I smell your arousal. It tends to make us ready when a woman is in heat.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

In heat described it pretty well. “Was one of you werewolf’s running in the woods alongside of me one day when I was jogging?”

“That was me. I got a little closer so I could catch your scent. Wolves depend on scent for a lot of things.”

“So what other fairy tales are true that I might believe are still fairy tales?”

“Well, there are other types of shapeshifters; in this country, panthers, bears, a few eagles. Wolves are the only ones that have a treaty with the government. The others are mostly solo acts, and sometimes, we help the government hunt them down if they’re turning humans.”

“What about vampires?”

“The Undead. I believe the last of those was exterminated about two hundred years ago, although I couldn’t say for sure. They keep a low profile if they’re still out there.”

“How long do you live?”

“A long time, but not immortal, about three hundred years. I’m a hundred-thirty. I watched the treaty signed with humans as a young pup. Whatever it is that makes shapeshifting work, tends to eradicate disease and refresh our chromosomes, slowing aging. I can’t give you an STD. We don’t get them. We’re amazingly recuperative from most injuries. Eventually, we age, but it tends to be rather sudden. I’ll remain like this for another hundred and seventy years or so, then I’ll quickly age and die.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“Now that you know about us, are you willing to help?”

“What’s it like fucking a wolf?”

“Have you ever seen two dogs fucking?”

“If I did, I wasn’t paying much attention, so why don’t you tell me.”

“Well, we’re obviously furry, so there’s that difference. Our cocks tend to be roughly the same size in human or wolf form” Good to know. “You may not want to kiss while fucking, the teeth, you know. Like dogs, we form a knot when we’re mating. The flesh at the base of the wolf penis inflates, almost like a balloon, and we’re locked together with our mate until the act is completed, which might be through two orgasms with some of us. In human form, mating is identical to humans, no knot, but no werewolf progeny either. When you’re fertile, we can’t fuck you as humans, we have to do it as wolves, as we don’t want to create another human.”

“What do you do if you do create human progeny?”

“Sadly, give them up for adoption most of the time. Unless one of us mates with the human woman, which is very rare, then we’ll raise the child. A human baby would be at risk with wolf pups. The risk of getting nipped. We’re like dogs in that respect, a lot of rough and tumble play as youngsters, and the risk of fangs is always there. The government has a special adoption agency for us.”

“Why is it rare for you to mate with human females?”

“Lifespan. I live longer than three, perhaps even four human females. If we created werewolves, they’d live much longer than their mothers. If human, I’d outlive my grandchildren.”

“What else should I know about your pack?”

“Even though we mate for life, we tend to be polyamorous. It’s not uncommon for us to have sex with other members of the pack, in both human and wolf form. Even some homosexual type play, especially when an alpha is dominating a beta or lower caste wolf.”

“What would I be to the pack as a human? Do I have to fuck everyone?”

“No. We’d like for three or four males to breed you during your fertility, to increase the chances of conception. We’d like to choose them to some extent, but might give you a choice of some of our selections. What you do when not fertile, is up to you. You don’t have to have sex with anyone, although we’re highly sexed and would welcome sex with you, even the wolf bitches, if you’re okay with girl on girl sex. Obviously, regardless of what you choose to do, you can’t speak of it.”

“Do I have to go to a werewolf hospital to deliver?”

“No. As I said, the child will be essentially human until it reaches maturity at the age of seven or eight. The first change usually occurs during a full moon, which is where that fable got started, but other than that the change can occur any time we will it.”

“The shift was quicker than I thought it would be.”

“It’s slower the first couple years, but we’re at our most vulnerable during a change, so we learn to do it more quickly.”

“If I agree to do this, what’s the next step?”

“The other members of the pack would want to meet you, see what their own noses tell them. I could arrange something this afternoon if you want, or tomorrow morning. Oh, there’s one other thing you should know – if you agree to mate, you’ll have a couple of body guards assigned to you, one male, and one female.”

“Why would I need a bodyguard?”

“A human who’s agreed to mate with a pack is a valuable property. Other packs would be interested in you. Attempts might be taken to kidnap you for their own breeding. All the packs have the same trouble. This is the first time we’ve decided to try paying for it.”

“How would other packs know?”

“Another wolf pack will smell us on you.”

“What did you used to do?”