Mated to the Pack Ch. 19

She sat rather heavily, as if her legs wouldn't hold her up much longer.

"All the wolves shift," I said, and there were suddenly nine wolves sitting around my condo. The only one who didn't, was the one who couldn't. Isabelle put her hand over her mouth.

"Mon Dieu."

"Shift back," I said, and there were no wolves, just naked people. I explained everything about werewolves, their genetics, everything else that went into their heritage, including longevity, the ability to heal from most wounds. She sat in stunned silence for most of it until we got to the part where Simone was carrying a puppy."

"You've fucked one of these beasts?"

"Several of them," Simone said. "I had to in order to meet the terms of my contract. Don't think of them as wild animals. They're not. They're a different species which has the ability to shift from wolf form to human form, and back. They're essentially the same in either form, except for opposable thumbs and the ability to speak, although they can understand you. They don't have the vocal cords to speak human languages. They are not particularly violent. You wouldn't be harmed by one except in self defense. They will guard you with their life for the lives of the wolves you might carry for them. I'm perfectly willing to show you what a breeding would look like if you choose to go forward. No matter what you've promised as Quinn's submissive, you don't have to mate with the wolf form if you don't want to. You just can't speak of it to anyone, not our parents, our brothers or sister, the priest at confession, no one.

"Mating with a werewolf is not against the law," I said. "The government recognizes their need to reproduce. They can't rape you by the terms of the treaty the US signed with them. It has to be voluntary on your part. If you can't do it, you can still have sex with the human forms, but you should remain on birth control, as any child you'd have with the human form is fully human, and should be given up for adoption, unless you wish to raise it on your own. The wolves can't raise humans for a number of very good reasons, not the least of which, the child would age and die before any of the wolves raising it would die. It's incongruent, so the children would need to know about werewolves, but you can't reveal that to anyone who isn't one of the government agents, or a breeder or other party whose signed the documents, you just signed.

"You don't have to fuck a wolf unless you're fertile and trying to get pregnant with a puppy. The rest of the time, you can fuck them as humans. If you need more time to decide, you can have it. That's why you may not want to go off your birth control yet, just so you can think about it some more."

"When you say you're having a puppy, does that mean you're going to deliver a four legged furry creature?" Isabelle asked.

"It will look fully human," I said, "and I'll deliver in a normal hospital before the puppy is given to the pack. It matures very rapidly, but continues to look and act human until it matures and has its first shift, at seven to eight years of age, when they're considered to be adults, even by the government. Matt is eleven, Conor thirteen, Ryan is fourteen and Liam fifteen. Brigitte is sixty, and carrying a fully human fetus, becoming accidentally pregnant. She can't shift as long as she's pregnant. Your Master is in his one-hundred thirties. Nat and Daphne are in their twenties, Tony and Lisette in their forties. They carry IDs showing their apparent age, not their real age. Carl doesn't know about werewolves, so he can't be told. As far as he's concerned, Dani is having children for infertile couples, which isn't a lie, just not the whole truth. If you provide the pack with puppies, they will long outlive you, about three hundred years.

"You said when I arrived, and you'd seen them all naked, how perfect they were, how well formed, handsome, beautiful. It's their werewolf genetics. They don't get sick, suffer any of our diseases, and heal from wounds that would kill a human. I've stabbed them with real knives, and you can't even find a scar. That's what you'd be bringing into the world, one of these magnificent male or female specimens. It's the only way they can reproduce, and why they're willing to part with so much money. If Nat could have a puppy with Daphne, he'd love to. They're mated for life. But they can't. The only way Nat can have a child is with a human female. The only way Daphne can have a puppy is from a human male mating with her, and we've seen that human men have difficulty becoming erect, or maintaining an erection with a wolf, so in all probability, Daphne will never conceive anything with her DNA, unless she chooses to have a full human, who will die long before she does, or a litter of real wolf puppies, who will never be as intelligent and magnificent as she is. That's the truth you needed to hear before you breed."

"I - I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything," I said. "It's a big step. This is the reason I can't marry Quinn, as much as I love him. He won't look much older than he is now, when I'm old, wrinkled and gray. If this baby I carried were human, it would die, its children would die, and perhaps even its great-grandchildren would die, or at least be extremely old, before Quinn would die. He's got a 170 more years as his life expectancy. I've got 55 - 60 at best. I can't live with him in normal society. Everyone would wonder why my husband and children looked so young and I was a fossil. The wolves estimate you can live together as man and wife for perhaps ten years before the age difference becomes too pronounced to continue.

"We met a wolf who's over two hundred, thirty years old. He fought in the Civil War, and World War I. He looks fifty-five, maybe. Their worst aging occurs in the last four or five years of their life, when even their remarkable genetics begins to break down. That's why your parent's marriage is safe, as long as they only fuck wolves. Your Mom can't run away with a wolf. No wolf would take her. They can't even reveal their true nature to a human without the paperwork. The reason Quinn is such a wonderful lover, is he's had a hundred and twenty some years of practice, fucking, fifteen to twenty or more times a week. Conor, who is only thirteen, is a better lover than any man I've ever had sex with, because he's had more sex than any man I've been with, despite his age, and he's still young. Just think about it. If you need to witness a wolf/human breeding before you decide yea or nay, we've all done it, and don't mind showing you. It doesn't hurt or feel bad. It's just different, like the difference between a strap-on, and a real cock. They both feel good, but they're different."

"Okay. I'll think about it. Who can I talk to about this?"

"Your sister. You don't think her leap into this was any easier than yours will be, do you?"

"Master, I don't think I can sleep with you tonight. I need time."

"It's all right. You won't get punished for thinking about what you want to do," Quinn said.

"Thank you."

Isabelle went home with Simone. I didn't see her for a couple of days.

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