Mated to the Pack Ch. 04

"She's not fertile, so no. We prefer our own kind for normal sex, but having a puppy or cub is rare enough that fertile breeders are valuable."

"Melinda won't be in danger if she's pregnant, will she?" Martin asked.

"No, but when she's prepared to give us our puppy, we would prefer she's here where she has the maximum protection of the pack. That's when she's most valuable and vulnerable. No one is interested in hurting her, but involuntary sex might become an issue."

"You mean rape, don't you?" Martin said.

"I mean rape. Not from our pack. Never from our pack, but the risk is out there from other shifters. Not once she's pregnant, but while she's fertile. Not while she's on birth control either. We can smell that. Any time she's ready to breed, we'll protect her."

"Thank you."

"It's in our interests as well. Lunch should be ready. We've prepared some vegetables and salad as well since we have so many humans dining with us."

They started entering the communal hall. I held Melinda back a moment until everyone else was safely away.

"Did you tell Martin you need to breed with a wolf form?"

"He seemed willing to accept several man forms. I hesitated to tell him they'd be wolves. I would have told him if he couldn't accept the men, to see if that would change his mind."

"Just be careful. He might not appreciate you leaving that little bit of information out. He can never find out. You may want to remain here the entire three days for your breeding, without him being present. Just say you're uncomfortable with the thought of him watching several men breeding you, one after the other. Either that or tell him before he finds out on his own. You may not want him watching Conor breed you for the same reason. Just say you're uncomfortable with the thought of your husband watching you have sex with another man. Do it during the day while he's at work, then let him spend the night with you to reclaim you for himself.

"If he's off one day, we'll keep him watching TV or something while the deed is being done."

"Agreed."

Mom and Dad were seated next to Gerhard, with a chair for me next to my father. My two protectors were next to me. Martin and Melinda were across the table from us, the humans gathered together to make feeding us easier. Most of the wolves were men and women. A dozen were in wolf shapes, and eating their food from bowls on the floor.

"Why aren't all of the werewolves eating at the table?" Melinda asked.

"Ah," Gerhard said, "there are a couple different reasons. A couple of the bitches are pregnant. We no longer have the ability to shift if pregnant. Apparently, a baby or pups can't take the strain of the mother shifting. So you're stuck in whichever form you're in within a couple days of conception. The others are in wolf form because our sense of smell is so much better as a wolf. They're like an early warning system for trouble."

"Are the pregnant ones going to provide you with werewolf pups?" Melinda asked. She was treading on dangerous ground, though she didn't realize it.

"Unfortunately, no. They were bred as wolves by wolves, so it will be a regular wolf litter. We'll keep them a short while and then introduce them to a regular wolf pack in the wild."

"How do you know that a baby will turn out to be a human child or a werewolf?" Martin asked.

And there it was. The question that shouldn't be asked, and Melinda didn't want answered. The look of panic on her face was palpable. Oh, well. This is where I took responsibility and let Melinda off the hook.

"Wasn't I clear when I discussed this topic last night, Martin? I thought it was clear. In order to produce a werewolf puppy, a human needs to breed with a wolf form. It's like when werewolves were created in the past. A werewolf has to bite a human to create another werewolf. Biting dogs, wolves, other werewolves, doesn't do anything except create bite marks. In order to create a half human, half wolf, one needs a human, and a wolf. Nothing else will do. Humans make humans, wolves make wolves. It's part of the reason human women make better breeding partners. Werewolves don't lose their erections when breeding a woman because they're used to werewolves in human form. Men don't always fare as well when fucking a wolf bitch. Melinda has to have sex with a werewolf, in his wolf form. That's the only way for this to work. For your child, she has sex with the man form. That's how you get a human."

"That wasn't at all clear, although what you told me wasn't an out and out lie." He looked at Melinda. "You agreed to this?"

"I hadn't made up my mind, but it's not an animal, Martin. It's Conor in another shape. We chose him for our child. Does his shape at the time make that much difference, except that one gives us our baby, and one gives Gerhard his? I'm not fucking a wild animal, I'm having sex with loving, intelligent, kind, living creatures who can give us what we want. And you know I'm not running off with a wolf. Isn't that your biggest concern? I'll enjoy sex with another lover so much I'd leave you for him. Will I leave you for a wolf? Several wolves will breed me, I'll give birth to a human looking child, that will, in time, become one of these perfect creatures, these beautiful beings. Do you think Jessica or Gretchen would be doing something like this if they didn't feel it was all right?"

"That's right, you're doing the same thing, aren't you, Jessica? Is that why you didn't speak to us both at once?"

"There was no point in you knowing if she refused. Ultimately, she needed to know to decide if she could do it. You needed to know if she decided to move forward. That was still not determined when you both left last night, not even if it were men, instead of wolves, Both of you might have refused even that," I said. "She could have decided she didn't want to, and what difference would it have made for you to know. If it were turned around, would you want me saying you were going to fuck seven wolf bitches before you'd decided you were going to do so. No one knew that Melinda would even agree if she had to wait for the second child to be hers. Did you walk in here knowing that no matter what, Melinda was going to have sex with someone else, or was it still up in the air?"

"No, we didn't know. I guess I believed if our child was second, we'd do something else, make other plans."

"Then I guess you need to decide if it makes any difference one way or the other in the long run, whether you both meet your agreement with Gerhard or you find some other way to give Melinda the child she wants. That deal is still on the table. No one but you can take it off."

"A wolf won't harm her?" Martin asked.

"Wolves won't harm your wife, Martin," Gerhard said. "She will be cherished as the mother of our children, just as you treasure her as the mother of yours. If we'd discovered any other way for the continuation of our species, we'd be using it."

He looked at Melinda. "Martin, you know I won't do it if you don't want me to, but I'm fertile in five days. I'd like a decision before then. I don't want to wait any longer. But if I have my child, I will keep my promise to have theirs. Please decide what you're willing to live with."

"I don't know what to do," Martin whispered. Melinda squeezed his hand.

"If it will help you make up your mind, Martin. You can watch me fuck a wolf," I said.

He looked across the table at me.

"Have you done it before?" he asked.

"I've seen it done, but I was saving my first time for when I became fertile, but I'll do it now if it will help you decide. Well, not now, but after lunch."

Actually, the thought of finally having a wolf mount me made me aroused. The scent of my arousal must have been fairly strong, as a lot of wolves became aroused, their erections springing up like weeds on an ill kept lawn, even my Grandfather, though his was still clothed in nice slacks. The werewolf erections ranged in size from what appeared to be six to nine inches in length.

Melinda and Martin looked at all the sudden erections.

"They smell my arousal, and heard me say a wolf was going to fuck me," I said by way of explanation.

Most of the wolves were seated except for those serving, so we weren't entirely surrounded by fields of wolf cocks waving in the breeze. Wolves were well behaved though, so you didn't see them suddenly interrupt what they were doing and stroke themselves, or engage in wild rutting. I think the fact that things pretty much continued as they had, with nary a rape or wild pounding of meat, helped ease some of their tension. On the other hand, I could feel my arousal climbing into the stratosphere. My panties were soaked.

Brigitte nudged me and gave an exaggerated sniff. I smiled at her. What could I say? The meal was excellent, and I wondered if a wolf worked as a chef somewhere. There was a nice, meaty, filling, beef stew, a fresh garden salad with a couple different home made dressings, and home made bread to wipe out your bowl with. It was tasty and well flavored.

"Gerhard, I'll choose Conor and whatever wolf you'll allow to breed me when I become fertile for my demonstration. I'd like someone who won't scare Martin and Melinda to death. Show me where we can go to have a modicum of privacy."

"Eric, come here."

A handsome Adonis, not quite as muscular as Conor, but with an equally impressive cock, approached the table

"Yes, sir."

"You've been chosen to demonstrate wolf/human fucking for our guests. Take them to the breeding room. You'll go after this puppy here," pointing to Conor. "If my granddaughter is satisfied with your performance, you may breed her when she becomes fertile."

"Thank you, sir."

"Father," Mother said, "can I call you that, or should I call you Gerhard?"

"You can call me father."

"While Jessica is otherwise engaged, I'd like to see where my mother lived and if possible, where you first met."

"I'd be happy to show you," he said.

Gerhard rose from the table and wolves rushed to clear everything off. Eric led me, Conor, Brigitte, Melinda and Martin to a room. It was set up so a female could easily be on her knees, her torso resting over a cushioned step or bench, and the wolf could mount her from behind, with his front paws resting on the same bench so he didn't scratch her back.

I took off my clothes and kissed Conor. "Make me proud, puppy. Shift."

There was my wolf/boy, black with a lighter black stripe on his back. I got into position and I felt him lick me, tasting my arousal. Soon his paws were on either side of my chest. I wondered if he'd need help putting his cock inside of my pussy, but he had no problem finding it, and with a quick thrust, the head was seated inside of me. So, so good. Another thrust and more of him entered me and I moaned and spasmed, my first orgasm on wolf cock. As my pussy clutched, he gave two or three more thrusts until I felt his hairy haunches butt up against my ass. He was all the way inside of me, totally filling me, I thought. No.

His wolfie hips thrust two or three more times, trying to claim another millimeter of my pussy, then I felt his knot began to form.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. "His knot is forming."

"What's a knot?" Martin asked.

"Brigitte, Eric, explain knots to Martin," I moaned.

Oh, my fucking God! Now I was full. There was no way we were coming apart unless he tore my vagina out. I heard their explanation with half of my attention, the other half consumed by the thing inside of me. Every motion Conor made, was my motion as well, locked together like two links in a chain. His thrusting was limited as a result, but it seemed his knot was scraping my g-spot in unfathomable ways. We were locked together for fifteen minutes and multiple orgasms, before I heard him howl, and felt a gush of fluid suffuse my loins, my wolf finally releasing. It still took several more minutes before his knot relaxed enough he could pull out of me. I felt him sniff my crotch, whimpering, then I heard his voice.

"Are you okay, Jess?"

"Just fine and dandy, puppy. Good job. Eric, it's your turn."

I didn't see him change, didn't know what he looked like as a wolf, but I soon found out what he felt like as a wolf. The mating ritual was almost exactly the same. Four or five good stiff thrusts to get him well seated, then the knot expanding, filling the mouth of my vagina in ways even the biggest cock couldn't. The quick, short thrusts, yanking my body back and forth as we were locked together. The exquisite orgasms, the flood of semen when Eric climaxed with more lupine howling, none of which could escape my pussy due to the knot filling me, blocking anything from escaping me. The orgasms I'd had leaving me limp and lethargic, near exhaustion. The wolf cock finally leaving my body, with the fluid of two wolf ejaculations dripping out of me.

"Since I can't get pregnant now, could someone clean me up a little?" I asked.

"I've got it," Conor said, then a wolf tongue was cleaning up my messy pussy. I just relaxed and enjoyed it until Brigitte told me I was clean.

I turned to face the married couple. Martin's cock was straining against his pants. Both wolves were erect again. I saw that Eric's wolf was a yellowish gray color with gray/gold eyes.

I stroked his head. "Thank you, Eric. You've earned your right to breed me."

He suddenly stood before me, and kissed my hand. "Thank you."

"Does that answer your questions, Martin?" I asked.

"What did it feel like?" Melinda asked.

"It felt good. Different than a man, but good. The knot makes the mouth of my pussy so full. It stretches it, and rubs against my g-spot. There's less of an emotional connection, I guess, since there's no kissing, nibbling, rubbing of breasts, and so forth, but there's nothing wrong with the sex itself. There's this hairy body rubbing against you, almost like a rug, and feeling so full. There's not much sliding, once the knot has formed. He's just locked to you, but the little thrusts make you know you have something inside of you. You feel each one like a tug."

"You orgasmed quite a lot, didn't you?" Martin asked.

"Many times. Melinda will too, Martin. She'll enjoy the sex with wolves in both human and wolf form. You wouldn't want it to hurt would you?"

He shook his head no.

"How often do you and Melinda have sex?"

"Two, maybe three times a week normally, perhaps more when she was fertile and we thought we'd be making a baby."

"Would you say you're better at giving her pleasure now than when you first began having sex?"

"Yes."

"From what I'm told, wolves frequently have sex three to four times per day. Even a young wolf like Conor, who's only been having sex for six years, is vastly more experienced than a thirty year old man. He's learned how to give his partner sexual pleasure. Older wolves are probably even better. Imagine having sex three to four times a day for a hundred and fifty years, how good that would make you in pleasing a partner. Don't imagine for a second that Melinda won't enjoy the sex. That doesn't mean she'll fall in love with a wolf.

"I've been fucking Conor for several days now. I'm no closer to being in love with him now than when we first met. It's just sex, if that makes sense to you. Melinda won't feel the emotional bond she feels when having sex with you. Wolves fuck without emotion, except with their mates. They're not as wrapped up in the emotional structures we normally feel as humans. It's more like sex with prostitutes, almost a political transaction, bonding with the entire pack. If a senior wolf demands it, Conor has to suck his cock, even if he doesn't want to. It doesn't make him gay. It doesn't make him anything but a wolf."

"I see."

I put my clothes on again. The clothing may keep more wolf semen from dripping out on the floor. We returned to the dining room, although the tables were now pushed aside and wolves were having sex, as humans, or as wolves. Had the howling set them off?

"Excuse me, Eric. Why are all the wolves having sex right now?" I asked.

"They were in the mood for love. It was the scent of freshly fucked pussy and the howling, probably."

I started humming 'I'm in the Mood for Love, Simply Because You're Near Me'. Mine was the freshly fucked pussy.

"Unless you want to watch wolves mating, why don't we go outside and enjoy some fresh air and sunshine?" I asked M&M.

They tore their eyes off the orgy going on around us and we went outside. Eric, Conor and Brigitte went with. The two wolf cocks were staying on the hard side. Apparently the smells were too tempting to ignore. We sat down in some wooden Adirondack rocking chairs. Martin and Melinda in a twin seat. I didn't ask if Martin was going to let his wife fuck wolves. He could figure that out on his own time.

"Do you have baby names picked out yet?" I asked. No point in not reminding him why he was here.

"Delia, if it's a girl, Trey if it's a boy," Melinda said.

"Is Trey short for anything, or a family name?"

"No, we just always liked the name."

"So Gretchen is planning to do this too?" Martin asked.

"She was a little relieved it was going to be a wolf cock and not a human cock. She felt like she didn't have to give up her gold star lesbian status. She kind of wanted to see what you just saw, just to see what it would be like. Brenda wants to watch too. I think she'll go ahead if nothing freaks her out about wolf mating."

"Cheerleader Brenda?" Martin asked.

"Yeah, she's tired of working like a dog and living at home. She tried Conor out as a human, and enjoyed that, so what the hell, right? She won't have to take care of this baby."

We just rocked in companionable silence for awhile, only the chairs rocking against the wood deck making any noise. Eventually, the two cocks began losing their stiffness, lying limp over a meaty thigh, Perhaps the scents of fornication were beginning to dissipate.

"What's it like finding out you have a werewolf grandfather?" Melinda asked.

"I'm happy to know I have a grandfather. Mom never knew anything about her parents. She's tried to find out for years. I guess it doesn't make that much difference to me if he's a wolf or human."

"Does it make you more sympathetic to wolves?" Martin asked. "Is that why you're recruiting breeders?"

"I started recruiting breeders before I knew. My desperation for money made me more sympathetic to wolves," I said. "That's why I entered into an agreement. If others had the same monetary issues I did, I'd ask, and they could decide what they wanted to do. Werewolves are fascinating to me. It's like a fairy tale come to life. Kind of makes me wonder about a lot of stories we heard as children. Was Little Red Riding Hood an actual werewolf tale? When the Queen of Crete cuckolded the King with Zeus disguised as a bull, and had the Minotaur as offspring, were they really talking about a bull shapeshifter. Leda and the swan? Wolves aren't the only shifters, you know. There are others. Vampires were real, but may be extinct. How much of what we imagined as nonsense, was actually real at some point. The scientist/engineer part of me really wonders about it, about the science behind it. You know what, Brigitte, instead of just sitting around on my duff, maybe we should practice self defense again."

"Take off your clothes," she said, rising to her feet. "Prepare to have your ass kicked."

Taking off my clothes for the second time that day, Brigitte did seriously kick my ass. Worse than I'd hoped. Every time I thought I was getting better, she upped the level of her opposition. I was taking a beating.

"You're beating the crap out of her," Martin said. I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"I know. She won't get better if I take it easy on her," Brigitte said. "Eric, you want some of this? I'll let candy ass take a quick break."