Mated to the Pack Ch. 11

In the meantime, Quinn hadn't lost his erection. If anything, he seemed harder. I had several more orgasms before I felt his hot white cream spray my baby burdened womb. A couple more as his knot dissipated. I continued stroking him until I felt him withdraw. Then his tongue lapped at the mess of my groin, giving me another orgasm. He shifted, and stood over me, an oak tree of a man, still half hard. He smiled at me and I melted some more.

Sabrina and Tanya each signed up for four puppies and Jan signed up for two, realizing with the human she carried now, she was already having three children. She left it open for more in the future.

"Can Matt and I mate?" Jan asked me.

"It's rare, Jan, but it does happen," I said. "Before you decide if it's something you really want to do, I want you to think of the consequences. Matt is eleven years old, with roughly another 290 years to live. When you're fifty, Matt will only look a couple years older than he does now. When you die, he'll look like he's perhaps thirty. The baby you have inside of you now, will die before Matt is a hundred. It's grandchildren and great grandchildren may die before Matt starts to look old. You'd probably have to move constantly as people around you see you age, but your mate remains the same. You can only pretend you robbed the cradle for so long.

"Your children wouldn't see their father age, even as they grew old. If he didn't abandon his family at a certain age, they'd need to be told about werewolves. The same with your family. They might not ever be able to see you again, because they'd know something was wrong with your mate. You might have ten good years with him, where people can think he's well preserved for his age, but at some point, it's going to fall apart because you'll be so different. He might be able to visit you at times as you age, as a young gigolo you hired for sex. That's not even considering something like you get in a car crash and he miraculously heals while you're crippled.

"As much as you love Matt now, you might even start to resent him because you become an old person, and he remains the young vibrant wolf you first met. It's why human/wolf matings are so rare, because they're so complicated. You're better off finding a human who wouldn't mind you having some sex on the side, and keep Matt as your side piece. Grow old with someone else, and fuck around with wolves. What you do is up to you, but realize it's never going to be easy for you. Probably the only way it's ever truly successful, is if you disappear in the wilderness somewhere, and never have your own children, and never see another human. That's the kind of life you'd have to live."

Jan looked at Matt. He nodded sadly. "She's not lying, Jan. I love you to pieces, and I'd love to be with you as long as you live, but she's telling you the truth. That's the reality of it. If I were two hundred and seventy right now, marrying you as an old wolf, but as perhaps a sixty year old man, we might have some chance at success, but the rest is all true."

She started crying and Matt put his arms around her. That was a tough reality for a young person in love.

"You'll never mate with me, will you?" Quinn asked after listening to my explanation.

"No, but I'm willing to fuck around a lot, at least until I do find marriageable material." I smiled at him.

"I guess I need to be satisfied with what I get."

"Don't we all."

"Can I fuck you?" Sabrina asked Quinn.

"I'd love to accommodate you," Quinn replied, "but I have to fuck Dani in front of her fiancé tonight. You'll need to come too, Jess. You've got the key to his cock cage."

"I can recommend any of the wolves, except perhaps Matt," I said, "because he seems busy right now." He was currently canoodling with his girl. "You're welcome to fuck Conor, and if you're really adventurous, add a second wolf, male or female. Having someone lick your clit while some nice thick cock is plugging your pussy, is out of this world good. If you're still here tomorrow morning, he might have some time for you. I plan to keep him busy tonight."

"That does sound fun. I think I'm going to enjoy this breeding stuff."

"I certainly do," I laughed, "and getting paid for it to boot."

Before we went next door, Rene thanked me for once again coming up with some breeders for the pack.

"Ten more puppies, Jessica. I can't tell you how thrilled I've been to know you."

"And he's not talking in the biblical sense," Sasha said, laughing, "though he's enjoyed that too. You're a lucky wolf, Quinn. Keep this one satisfied."

"I'll do my best."

Sasha patted his cheek. "I really think you will, wolf."

We dressed to go next door. It was the first time I'd been there since before I fucked him. It was a lot cleaner than it used to be. I suspected Dani had a hand in that.

Quinn made Carl suck him hard, probably tasting my juices on his cock as well as Quinn's wolf cum. After Carl undressed Dani, and presented her to Quinn, asking him to fuck her, he picked her up and set her on his rampant cock, fucking her up in the air for ten minutes, before carrying her to Carl's bed and fucking the shit out of her while Carl squirmed in pain from his cage. He fucked her for thirty minutes after taking her to bed. I lost track of the number of orgasms Dani had. She cried and begged for her Master's cock the whole time he fucked her.

Quinn eventually left a huge mess in Dani's pussy. "Who's pussy is this?" Quinn said, spurt after spurt of semen throbbing into her cunt.

"Your pussy, Master. Only yours."

"Damn straight it's only my pussy, Slut." He pulled out, his dick soaked in their combined fluids. "Clean off my cock, cuckold, then lick up the mess in my pussy."

"Yes, sir."

Carl obeyed, doing an excellent job of both.

"Not bad, cuck. Give me his key, Jessica."

"Yes, sir." I handed him the key. He gave it to Dani.

"Unlock his cage and let him fuck you."

"I can't feel his tiny dick, Master. Please don't make me fuck him."

"Just for arguing with me, fuck him, suck his cock off to another orgasm, then suck him hard enough to fuck you again, before you lock him up again."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry for arguing with you."

"Cuckold show me the bed you made for me tonight, so I can fuck my other slut."

"Yes, sir. Right this way sir, and thank you, sir, for letting me fuck my fiancée, sir."

"Too many sirs, cuckold. One per sentence should be sufficient."

"Yes, sir."

He showed us his spare bedroom. His house was roughly a mirror image of mine, except two bedroom instead of three.

Quinn undressed me.

"Master," I said, "I want to be fucked just like you fucked your other slut, sir."

"Standing up?"

"Lying down is good, sir. Just make sure it lasts as long, and is just as thorough, Master, for I'm a horny little slut who needs a good fucking every so often to make sure she behaves, sir."

Quinn fucked me for an hour, and I screamed his name just as much and just as loud as his other slut had. He fucked me until I squirted, the bastard, soaking the bed. This was now, the best fucking I ever experienced. Wet spot or not, I slept the sleep of the dead.

It was a work day, and Carl had to leave for work early. Dani and I had breakfast cereal, while Quinn scarfed up some sausage.

"Thanks, Quinn," Dani said. "Carl had a wonderful time last night."

"Did you?"

"God, yes. That was a primo fucking you laid on me before you turned me over to Carl. Sounded like your other slut enjoyed hers too. Did you, slut?"

"I'm still sore. What do you think?"

"I think if Quinn has anything left, and those teenagers are still hanging around, Quinn needs to give them what for."

"Do you still have anything left, Master?"

Okay, I have to admit the 'Master' was a little saucy, but did he have to spank my bare ass ten times? Apparently so, because he did. It wasn't bad though. My pussy felt almost as warm as my ass did. And his cock was just as hard as last night, scenting me. He didn't fuck me again though. Instead, we went back to my place and he laid one on both Tanya and Sabrina. They weren't as used to big cocks as I was, and walked a little bowlegged back to their car for the trip back to Portland.

I kissed Quinn and Matt goodbye, and they left. I heard through the grapevine that three days after he was at our house, Jason disappeared, never to be heard of again. Stupid boy. Sabrina didn't miss him even if his family did. As I recount this narrative, she's currently working on her sixth puppy. She's getting paid $300,000 for the fifth and sixth, no bonus. Talk about a puppy mill.

******

I called Quinn after my run later.

"Another favor to ask, Jess?"

"No. Just want to know what time you want me at your house tomorrow for the additional day I promised you.

"Is it a day, as in sunlight, or twenty-four hours."

"Twenty-four hours, unless you fuck up again."

"Perhaps I can entice you to come this evening, to discuss the rules of what would piss you off and cause me to fuck up, the twenty-four hours to start when you wake up tomorrow in my bed."

"Seems to me, you're trying to get more than twenty-four hours, wolf, but cleverly done. We probably should set some rules for your day, as I'm really hoping you don't fuck up again."

"Then come tonight and I'll make you dinner and we can discuss your rules in front of the fireplace."

"Enticing. Agreed. I should be there by six. I know Conor or Brigitte will insist in taking me, but if you don't want them there, we can send them back, and you can bring me back on Sunday."

"Originally, my intent the first time you were here, was to be a participant in the sex you had with the trackers. If you don't want multiple male sex partners, we can forgo the additional cocks, but if you're willing to try again, bring Conor. Matt is still here, which would give us three dicks. If that's too much, we can send Matt back to your place with Conor."

Except for that fucking incident, I'd never been with more than one man. Every time I'd had multiple partners, it had been with women and one cock. If it had been someone I knew, and liked, I might have been more into it than I was. I didn't know much about Matt except he seemed like a nice enough puppy. I loved Conor though, and enjoyed his company. I could feel myself getting moist at the thought of at least two of them fucking me, maybe three. God.

"Let's say I might be open to the idea. What I'd like to suggest is that they both come tonight, we eat, discuss rules, and then I may want them to stay, or I may send them home. I won't make up my mind now."

"A reasonable compromise, Jess. My dick is hard."

"My pussy is moist, so I guess we're even."

Quinn laughed again, and I felt myself flood even more. I'd have to be extremely careful around him. I could easily see losing my heart to him if I wasn't.

"I'll see you tonight, then," I said.

"I'm looking forward to it."

As soon as he hung up, I inserted my biggest butt plug in my ass. If I was going to have more than one cock in me, I needed to prepare. I notified Brigitte and Conor we were going to Quinn's for supper. And after my martial arts session, with my shower, I took an enema, cleansing my ass and packed the equipment with my overnight bag, which included necessities, some sexy lingerie, running clothes and shoes and at least one outfit for public, in case he chose to go somewhere. I was going to need to buy maternity clothes soon.

We were at his house by six, and it was very romantic, with lots of candles with light woodsy scents. I'm sure they were intended for me, as the wolves could scent the woods all around us. We undressed, going naked as wolves do. At this point, I was almost as much a wolf regarding nudity as they were. I saw Quinn paying attention to the plug in my ass, because he smiled when he saw it.

Quinn had made two hot dishes, one with a number of vegetables flavored by small amounts of beef, a small portion for me, and one for the wolves that was essentially venison flavored with small quantities of vegetables.

Matt was serving us as if he were a waiter, standing near the table with a cloth folded over an arm, pouring more water as needed and adding more food to our plate as we asked.

"Matt brought down the deer the wolves are eating tonight," Quinn said. "He ended up having to track the wounded deer for half a day, but he eventually got it down. He's picking up things. I think he might make a tracker at some point. We're working him out a lot so he'll have the strength to go after a werebear."

I could see that Matt was proud of his accomplishment. His chest puffed out a little when Quinn told us. He'd definitely filled out a lot from the mangy thing we found in the woods, half starved. Another indication of the recuperative powers of the wolves. Matt looked fifteen pounds heavier and more muscular, and it hadn't been that long.

"Were you able to have sex with Jan, puppy?" I hadn't asked him on Thursday or this morning.

"Several times Miss Jessica. Quinn said that you were responsible for getting him to listen to my story, asking him to teach me to be a tracker and hunt deer, and you asked him to bring me on Thursday night so Jan and I could be together."

"I've found the hierarchal wolf structure sometimes interferes in effective communication. Wolves obeying blindly without bothering to figure out what's wrong with a wolf, and why they behave as they do. My grandfather fell in love with a human and made a human child with her, which is why I'm alive. My grandmother died in child birth and my mother was given up for adoption, as normally occurs when this happens. She didn't even know she was a half wolf human until I started finding females to be breeders for the Wisconsin wolf pack."

"And you're doing the same thing for the New England pack, Miss Jessica. Over twenty new puppies promised to the pack. I wished now that Jan hadn't gotten pregnant before they started the new breeding program."

"I have to admit I was skeptical at first when Rene announced the new program. I didn't think it would be as successful as it's been," Quinn said. "I thought we'd get a few whores at best, women who'd do anything for money."

"Is that why you treated me like a whore?"

"It played a part," Quinn admitted.

"Rene was lucky the plan was implemented at the time it was," I said. "I don't know if that was merely fortuitous, or planned that way, but having a severe recession occur at the same time as a relaxation in world wide political tensions cooked my goose. I had over a hundred thousand dollars of student loan debt and a brand new townhouse I'd just purchased because I had a good job. I planned to have my student loans paid for in five years, and I'd be doing all right fiscally. Instead I find myself out of a job with a debt load of four hundred and fifty thousand dollars, anticipating being stone cold broke in three months.

"I desperately needed the money, but had I known the plight of wolves beforehand, I might still have been sympathetic. Not that I don't think I should be compensated for lugging a puppy around for nine months. Men don't understand what that's like. As far as I'm concerned, men should completely butt out of any discussion of women's reproductive rights. Until science has developed a way for men to be pregnant and have babies, you should shut the fuck up."

"Amen," Brigitte said. "Getting knocked up by Jessica's father was a total accident. I thought I was doing what I could to avoid getting pregnant. Some poor woman like Jan, who doesn't have a good job, having to raise a child with little help from her family puts her in desperate straits."

"What about adoption?" Matt asked.

"Anyone who thinks it's that easy to give up a baby you carried for nine months is an idiot," Brigitte said. "We almost have to as wolves. There's no other solution as raising humans with wolves would be nearly impossible. It's going to be a lot easier giving my child up knowing it's going to Jessica's parents, than it would be if it just disappeared into some anonymous baby disposal system. You have no clue what adoptive parents are going to be like, and not every child gets adopted. The foster care system has lots of problems. I know how Jessica turned out with her parents, and know my baby will have a good home, with at least one of the parents being a natural parent."

"What's Jan going to do with her baby?" I asked.

"She was thinking of giving it up for adoption," Matt said, "but with the medical help from the pack, financial help from me now that I'm finding employment, and breeding payments, she wants to keep it."

"Like I said," Brigitte said. "Hard to give up, even knowing it might have a better life somewhere else with two full time parents."

"I'll try to help out as much as I can," Matt said. "I'll try to be a good Dad as much as I can, for as long as I can."

"That's good, puppy," I said. "You should take responsibility for your mistakes. I know you reach full physical maturity between seven and eight years of age, but you're eleven years old. Any eleven year old human would be a hopeless mess faced with what you're faced with. You're forced into mental and emotional maturity much faster than humans. It might be part of the reason for the wolf hierarchy. They want wolves who've got some years on them, making decisions for puppies with the normal emotional maturity of eight year olds. That's when it makes sense for you to blindly obey your elders."

"I've never considered that," Brigitte said. "That makes a lot of sense. It's not even a patriarchal system, as they have female alphas co-sharing leadership of the pack. The female alphas direct a lot of female wolf activities. It's not just Rene. It's Rene and Sasha."

"I wonder if it makes it more difficult for Gerhard, or by extension his sub pack because he doesn't have a mate to share leadership roles. It might be why he can't lead the entire pack because he doesn't have a mate." I looked at Quinn. "You may have been an unfit leader for the pack, even if your challenge to Rene had been successful."

"Then I may never be fit for pack leadership, as I don't think I'll ever be mated."

"Quinn, if you quit looking at me as a potential mate and find a qualified wolf as a mate, your life would be a lot easier. Given wolves have no trouble fucking everything within a fifty foot radius, and I'm perfectly willing to fuck you pretty much any time you want, at least until I find a husband, you could have your cake and eat it too."

"You're the first person since Adriana I've felt this way for."

"But if your ability to feel this way didn't die with Adriana, which means there's probably another wolf out there you could feel this way about in the future, if you just bother looking for her. What about Brigitte? She's a wonderful wolf."

Quinn looked at Brigitte, considering the suggestion.

"She is a wonderful wolf. I did misjudge her, but I think there's too much negative history between Brigitte and me for that to ever work. Despite knowing what she knows now about Phillipe, I still killed her mate. That's not something easy to overcome. I couldn't forgive Phillipe after Adriana died. I was willing to let him live, but I hated him."

"I agree," Brigitte said. "I don't hate Quinn anymore, but I don't think I'll ever love him. Too much water over the dam there."

"I have a question," I said, "Rene gave all the wolf bitches permission to ignore Quinn's demands for obeisance. Why did you, who hated Quinn, continue obeying his demands for sex?"

"I wondered about that myself," Quinn said. "Several bitches stopped having sex with me, but you continued even though you hated me. Why was that? Did you hope to kill me sometime? I was expecting you to try."

"Rene and Sasha pulled me aside and told me I was the one exception to their command. They said I had to do whatever you wanted me to do."