Mated to the Pack Ch. 09

When we picked up Douglas and Martha, Brigitte and Conor were in the front, and I rode in the back with them. They immediately wanted to start discussing some things. I told them that most of the discussion couldn't occur until after they signed the NDAs, but I did tell them that two others who'd agreed to surrogacy would be there along with their guards, fourteen of us in all.

"Is Carl coming with Dani," Douglas asked.

"Carl has never signed any of the documents that you're going to sign, and he doesn't know the full story you're about to learn, nor can he ever be told, until he signs the same paperwork. Because he's not involved in any of the matters regarding pregnancy, he likely won't ever sign those documents. It's a violation of US law to reveal this information to anyone, including relatives, parents, siblings, children, or best friends forever. Once you know, you're sworn to secrecy, with dire consequences to those who do spill the beans."

The two of them looked at each other.

"It's not that hard a secret to keep. You can't accidentally reveal it, because people won't normally believe you anyway."

We arrived, and the others were already there, though they hadn't gone inside. I introduced my friends, and let them introduce their wolves. Again, both our newbies were floored by the physical perfection of the wolves. They were almost salivating at the masculine and feminine flawlessness. Wolves don't have warts.

We entered Quinn's house and they were struck by the beauty of the structure and the view outside. It was a sunny day with very few clouds in the sky and the sun was glinting on the water like iridescent jewels. We stood on the back balcony admiring the sights and sounds of the ocean on the wild Maine coast.

"Is that a wolf?" Martha said, pointing to a small rocky outcropping fifty feet from the house. I looked and it sure was a wolf. Quinn, if my eyes didn't deceive me, staring at us, just as we were staring at him.

I couldn't very well say it was the owner of the house yet; there was still paperwork that needed to be signed. I merely said, "That certainly looks like a wolf to me."

"Are we safe?" Martha asked.

Safe from wolves, not safe from assholes.

"We're safe. He won't bother us. Let's take care of that paperwork, shall we."

We went inside and they read over and signed the paperwork.

"What's all the secrecy about?" Douglass asked. "We're not having sex with Martians, are we?"

"Not Martians, werewolves," I said. They both laughed. Ha-ha, very funny.

"No seriously, werewolves," I said. "Eight of the people here today, are non-humans, they're shapeshifters, or what might be called werewolves. I'll explain all in a moment, but you probably won't believe me until you see it for yourselves, so I'm just going to ask Conor and Brigitte to disrobe, so they don't ruin their clothes. Then both of them will shift into their other form. Despite looking like a wolf, they're not dangerous. They are intelligent, affectionate, loyal, warm and friendly. They can understand English, even though they can't speak it. You may pet them, whatever.

"They'll shift one at a time, for a few minutes each, then dress again. Nat and Daphne, Liam and Ryan, and Tony and Lisette are also werewolves. In their human shapes, they can scent about twenty times better than a human. In their wolf shapes, about a thousand times better than we can. That wolf you saw outside, is the owner of this house. He's leaving us alone for the moment, because he pissed me off. He loaned us his house because he's hoping to get back in my good graces. Remember, don't be afraid. Strip off Conor, and why don't you go first."

Both of my wolves shed their clothes, their physical attributes even more apparent nude. Martha and Douglas saw the cock Conor packed, and he was becoming erect as someone was going into heat. For all I knew, it might have been me. I was always aroused around my naked wolves.

"The change is sudden," I warned, "not much more than a second. Sit down if you feel faint."

Conor shifted, Martha quivered, but she didn't fall down. Her eyes looked like saucers though. Douglas, pretty much the same.

"Come here, puppy," I said. "Sit at my feet and let our guests approach you."

Conor trotted over and sat down, looking at Martha and Douglas. "Go ahead and touch him. Convince yourself he's real."

Douglas was the first to try, sidling over and sticking out his hand. Conor sat patiently and waited for him. He reached out and patted his head, then stroked down his neck.

"I can't believe I'm petting a wolf," Douglas said, "a werewolf no less."

"When I was first given this information, I wondered about all the other fables and fairy tales I heard when I was growing up," I said. "I'll tell you more about what I've learned in a moment. Go ahead, Martha, he won't bite. What he'd like to do is lick, but he won't because he's a good puppy."

Martha took her own chance at petting Conor. "Why do you call him a puppy?" Martha asked, becoming freer with her pets as Conor sat patiently.

"Because he's only thirteen years old. He's quite young for a werewolf. Liam and Ryan are puppies too."

They both looked at the two young men, who looked nothing like children.

"Brigitte, on the other hand is sixty. I believe she's the oldest wolf here, except for the one outside. She's still only done about one fifth of her lifespan, like seventeen or eighteen for humans living to into their eighties. Keep your hand on his head, Martha, and he'll change back. Please excuse the erection. Wolves smell when females are aroused, and are prepared for sex when they do. Go ahead, Conor, shift."

Conor was suddenly crouched on the ground at her feet, and he slowly stood and his penis was almost at her hand's height, where his wolf head had been. She looked like she wanted to touch it, but she didn't.

"Brigitte, you can shift now."

She shifted faster than Conor, and Martha squeaked. "It's so fast."

"It is fast. The older the wolf, and more practice they've had, the faster they are. As you can see, they have to rearrange a lot of their skeletal structure to shift. There are bones, muscles, and tissue, tearing themselves apart and putting itself back together. The fact that they can do so means they can tolerate a lot of injuries without ill effect. In my self-defense classes, I've stabbed Conor and Brigitte multiple times, and you won't find a scar on them. They don't get sick, or carry diseases, which is why you can be guaranteed a healthy child."

"Wait a minute," Douglas said, "if they're so healthy, why can't they have a child?"

"I'm glad you asked that, Douglas, because we're getting to the root of werewolves' problems. If they procreate in their human forms, they produce humans. If one of them has sex with Martha as a human, she'll have a human baby, just like any other human baby. You won't be able to tell, even from DNA, that it isn't human. My mother was the result of a human/wolf mating in human form. I'm a quarter werewolf, but you couldn't tell. I get sick, get injured, die at the same age as any other human. If they mate as wolves, they have wolf puppies. If they mate with one in wolf form, and one in human form, they're infertile. The only way to procreate werewolf puppies, is for a wolf shape, to mate with a real human. It can work either way, Douglas, but looking at Brigitte now, do you believe you could maintain an erection long enough to breed her?"

"Probably not."

"People aren't normally attracted to wolves. Werewolves, on the other hand, are attracted to humans. They have sex all the time in their human shapes, so it ain't no thang."

"You're saying that Martha would need to mate with a wolf shape to provide a werewolf puppy?"

"That's what I'm saying. All four of us have done it. We're all pregnant. It's not bad. It's not like they're raping us, or hurting us while they're in that form. They're capable of tenderness and affection as wolves. They're not animals. They're another species that can take the shape of an animal. Now, for whatever reason, you may not wish to do so. Mating with a wolf might be repugnant to either of you. You're allowed to change your mind at this point. It's not for everyone. You can't ever speak about it to anyone, but you can refuse. If you decide to accept their services for you to have a child, they would expect you to have a puppy for them."

"What happens if I have a werewolf puppy?" Martha asked.

"It's born in nine months just like a human child. It looks completely human. It can be born in a regular hospital with your doctor. But you need to surrender that puppy to the pack, because it's different, and that would soon become apparent. They won't get sick, they heal tremendously fast, but the biggest difference is how quickly they mature. They become fully adult by the age of seven to eight. They look like an adult. They can't perform their first shift into wolf shape until after they mature, usually around the time of a full moon, although that isn't necessary to shift, and as you just saw with Conor and Brigitte, they can shift at any time now, day or night. Obviously, you can't have your eight year old child looking like an adult and turning into a wolf in a class of third graders. That's why you have to give up that child. The one you keep for yourself, will be like any other human child. Brigitte, why don't you shift back. I'm sure they have a lot of other questions."

We proceeded to tell them everything they needed to know about werewolves, the government treaty, the special IDs, the genetic reasons for natural breeding, other shifters, some pack politics, and about the New England pack, which included Boston, which means they could stay in Boston and do their mating there.

"You mean werewolves live among us, in Boston?"

"We prefer living in wooded areas where we're free to run," Lisette said, "but many of us work in the cities. We need to make a living like anyone else."

"Nat and Daphne are both teachers," Simone said. "You'd never know unless you stabbed one and saw how quickly they healed."

"For an infertile couple such as yourselves, Douglas; in many ways this is the ideal situation. You get a child, but you know Martha's not going to run off with a wolf. Marrying a wolf is not advantageous for humans. They don't age like we do. At some point, people are going to question why a young person is married to a fossil. Brigitte is older than my mother, and looks as young as I do, so while the human gets old and wrinkled, the wolf stays young and vibrant. A wolf would see your great, great grandchildren die before he or she died. My grandfather is over 150 years old and looks younger than his daughter. Conor's father, Rene, witnessed the signing of the Wolfpack treaties in 1899."

"Why do you all have bodyguards?" Douglas asked.

"Ah, well in addition to wanting to protect their investment, humans willing to have werebabies, are generally rare. Even more so for other shifters, like bears, cougars, and eagles, which are fairly common in the US. Packs were the only ones to sign the treaties, but generally, all shifters abide, because they're hunted down if they don't.

"The owner of this house is a tracker who tracks rogue shifters for the government. Because of this value to other shifters, some rogues are willing to go more rogue, and attempt to mate with you or take a shifter baby, and raise it as their own. Once you're pregnant, with any child, and can't be bred, they lose interest, because you don't have a value anymore for progeny, but the shifter child might still be valuable to a rogue wolf, or even rogue pack, who doesn't have the skill or financial wherewithal to pay for breeders. It's another reason the shifter child needs to go to the pack, so they can protect it. Your own children are of no value to a shifter, because it's just another kid."

"How would they know we're willing to breed with a shifter?" Douglas asked.

"They can scent a shifter. If you've had sex with one, another shifter will know," Brigitte said. "We can smell your arousal, tell when your fertile, and can smell if you've conceived a child within two days of conception. Smelling when you're fertile, is when you're most vulnerable to a rogue, and smelling when you're pregnant, is when another shifter will leave you alone."

"If you're all pregnant, why do you still need bodyguards," Douglas asked.

"At the moment, because they're my friends and I'm hooked on wolf sex," I said. "Because werewolves have sex so often under normal circumstances, often three or more times daily, they get to be very good at having sex. Brigitte can suck a cock and lick a pussy like no one's business because she's done it thousands of times in over fifty years of honing her skills. It's the best sex I've ever had, and I don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend, so why not. It's not hurting anyone if I continue having sex with one. I'm going to be having three more puppies, so wolf sex will be a normal part of my life for the next several years. One last question before lunch, then we'll eat."

"So Carl doesn't know?" Douglas asked.

"That all of Dani's sex partners are wolves? He hasn't got a clue, because he's only seen her fuck the human forms, not the wolf forms. It's kind of nice having sex with wolves. You don't have to worry about disease and don't have to wear a condom for fucking one unless you're trying to avoid pregnancy, although since they can scent fertility, they can stop having sex when they know you can conceive. This gives Carl a nice juicy creampie he can lick from Dani's pussy when she has sex with a wolf.

"Wolves are pretty open about sex. Normally, they fuck a lot, and with many other wolves, and not necessarily just their mates, if they have one. They have a motto, that a wolf has to run. They could easily have another one, that a wolf has to fuck. There's no such thing as sexual identity to a wolf. Every wolf alive has sucked a cock and licked a pussy. They normally can't refuse sex when a higher ranked wolf asks for it, although that decreases once they're mated, or if they're fertile. Most wolves won't force children on a fertile bitch, because two to three days after a wolf conceives, she can no longer shift to another shape. The fetus can't take the shifting, so they're locked out of a shift by Mother Nature in the form of pregnancy hormones. Let's eat, and if after lunch you want to see a wolf breeding a female to see if it's something you could do, I'll let Conor fuck me. I certainly can't get more pregnant than I am now."

******

The venison stew was just as good as it was the first time, although I suspected a fresh batch as there were more vegetables. There were enough people we couldn't all sit at the dining room table, so we split between the kitchen and dining room, the four humans sticking with Martha and Douglas in the kitchen. They both had a number of other questions while we ate, most of which I could answer.

All of the breeders told them that while they all had enjoyed wolf sex, having orgasms during the process of being bred, we all preferred the human variety.

"What we've generally found, is that it's a lot of fun to make wolf sex part of a threesome, where we're having a sixty-nine with another wolf in human form, either a male or a female, depending on your preference, while the wolf breeds you," I said. "Usually, it's been another wolf, because they're not bothered by the fact there's a furry critter fucking your pussy just inches away from where they are licking. Carl likes to be the bottom when Dani fucks other men, because it's a way to be released from his cock cage and get his cock sucked. Obviously, he's never done it when Dani is mated by a wolf form."

"Carl said he's had to suck cocks," Douglas said. "That's not something I have to do if I become Martha's cuckold, is it?"

"How you do any type of sex is totally up to you and Martha, Douglas. If you don't want to suck a cock, don't suck one. Anything you do for sex should be for fun, at least on some level," Dani said. "Carl doesn't like sucking dicks either, but he enjoys me humiliating him, and so he does it because I tell him to. He could stop if he wants to. I won't make him suck cock as a condition of our relationship, or our marriage, but I love to see him squirm when he wraps his lips around a big cock. About the only thing I insist on, is that he sucks my lover's cum out of my pussy. To me, that signifies his continued willingness to be my cuckold and allowing me other lovers. If he ever wants to stop doing so, I'll think he doesn't want to continue as my cuckold anymore, but desires a more normal relationship, but that's just me and him. It's not everyone.

"There are degrees of cuckoldry. Some men don't want to watch their women have sex, but want to hear about it afterward. Some men want to watch all the time. Carl loves to watch, but sometimes I don't let him if he's been less pleasing to me. He'll remain within hearing range and listen to me having sex, and it frustrates him he can't watch, especially when he's caged and can't masturbate.

"The first time I had sex with another wolf when I wasn't breeding after we started dating, I made him undress me, and then put my hand in Tony's and ask Tony to fuck me. It put the onus on him for me to have sex outside our relationship, and not me. He had to want it. He even had to stick Tony's cock inside of my pussy. I wasn't going to fuck anyone else except for breeding, unless he was all in on the fucking. You might want to do the same, Martha, so Douglas can't blame you for having sex outside of your marriage, but you need to do what feels right to you, not what anyone else does."

They looked at each other. I couldn't read them, and didn't know what they were thinking about. We cleaned up everything after we ate, leaving the kitchen as pristine as we found it. Lunch over, I took Conor and my two witnesses to Quinn's bedroom. I wanted him to scent that I'd had sex with another wolf in his room.

I knelt down on the edge of the bed and Conor shifted, becoming my familiar wolf. He put his paws on either side of me and his wolf penis, already hard, poked around a bit before he found his target. I described the process for my watchers.

"As you could see, his wolf cock was about the same size as his human cock. Like dogs, wolves knot during their breeding. When their cock has reached the proper depth, the base of their cock swells, and we become locked together during the breeding. It creates a seal so his sperm won't flow out of my pussy, and keeps his cock at the proper depth for breeding."

Conor began thrusting, driving his wolf cock deeper and deeper inside of me. As soon as the furry sheath reached my lips, I could feel him swell inside me.

"He reached the right depth, close to my womb and his knot formed. He can't really thrust anymore because we're locked together. His knot rubs against my g-spot, giving me pleasure that way, since it can't by movement, except for tiny thrusts which will jerk my body slightly to get himself off. I'm cumming now. It's quite pleasurable."

Conor was doing said thrusting, and my hips were moving in concert with his thrusts.

"It takes anywhere from five to fifteen minutes for a wolf to ejaculate, depending on his level of arousal. Conor is a young wolf, and like a teenager, it doesn't take him long to cum, and he can get hard quickly for a second go around. Wolf semen is usually three times more copious than a human's orgasm. Normally, this would leak out, but he remains knotted after his climax, letting his sperm do its work while we're still locked together."

Conor froze and he howled, free to do so, this far from civilization. It startled my watchers.

"He's cumming now, and so am I. A wolf's internal temperature is slightly higher than a human's so his sperm feels warmer to me than a man's would. His knot will keep us joined in the mating for ten to fifteen minutes after his ejaculation, unless he shifts back to human, or he remains knotted for a second breeding. Once the knot dissipates, he can remove himself immediately. Since he's not really breeding me, I'll have him shift again and pull out. You'll see his cum start to flow out of me, and I'll make him lick it up so we don't leave a mess on the owner's bed. Shift, Conor."