Mated to the Pack Ch. 23

The next morning, we flew to Phoenix, rented a Jeep Grand Cherokee for the extra room and headed to Sedona. Brigitte drove, and I rode my new husband in the back seat on the drive, getting my second sperm deposit of the day, (the first being before we left for the airport.) We spent our first night there after a couple hours of sightseeing. Sean bred me three more times that night, with the two wolves getting one of the fuckings each.

The following morning, Brigitte shifted to her wolf, then shifted back.

"You're pregnant, bitch. Your husband knocked you up."

I leaped into his arms. "You're going to be a daddy, Sean. Call all of your parents and let them know while we pack."

"Should I tell my step parents. How do we tell them we know you're pregnant already when we just got married?"

"As far as they're concerned, you could have knocked me up a couple weeks before the wedding. We've been living as a couple for months. Unless they keep track of my cycle, they'd never know. You don't have to deposit your sperm in me any more, big guy. You did the deed and can put it anywhere you wish. I still plan on getting lots of fucking on our trip, so be prepared. I don't often have you all day every day. Eat your Wheaties every morning, or what ever you need to do to get a hard cock several times a day."

Sean laughed and fucked me right then. So what if we were a few minutes late getting started.

The two wolves had everything packed by the time we were finished fucking, then we went through a drive-thru for breakfast, calling our parents during the meal to give them the news.

Sasha was ecstatic. "My first grandchild," she said, "which is pretty remarkable considering my age, but we try not to have humans. I've had a litter before, but you were my first child."

"Glad we could help with that," Sean laughed.

"I'll want to spoil it rotten," Sasha said.

"Please don't. Kids are hard enough to raise," Sean said. "Besides, we won't be able to tell the child you're her grandmother, so you'd be some random person giving him or her gifts."

"You're right. I wish we could say something."

"I know you do."

We called my parents next. "Kathleen is going to have a playmate, Mom."

"You're pregnant?"

"Guessed it in one try."

"Master, get on the phone, Jessica is pregnant."

Dad joined the conversation. "Jess, it sure didn't take you long, did it?"

"Infertility is not one of Sean's problems."

"Hey, what problems do I have?" Sean protested.

"You could clean up after yourself more often and not leave it to the wolves."

"I'm getting better."

"Yes, you are. When you start doing it all the time except when they offer, we can revisit this conversation. Introductions are going to get a little weird."

"How so?" Dad asked.

"Kathleen is my half sister, and she's going to be my child's aunt. I'd call that a little weird that her playmate will call her Auntie Kathleen."

"Do we have to tell your child that?"

"We might be able to wait for a few years, but if I have a son, we don't want him thinking he's not related to Kathleen. She wasn't just adopted. She's your daughter."

"Now you're freaking me out," Dad said.

"They'll be close enough in age, we need to think about it. Look at the bright side. My child will be raised in a household where sex is pretty fluid and mommy isn't the only one to fuck daddy. Even if I no longer have bodyguards after my fourth puppy, I'd like to continue having sex with Gretchen as long as she's willing to. He may not find it all that strange that grandpa fucked another woman and got her pregnant."

"Okay, color me officially freaked out."

"How much are you going to tone down Mom's submission as Kathleen gets older, and what about James and Sue? You're essentially living in sin with another couple. I wouldn't sweat the details until it seems to be a problem."

"I suppose you're right."

Maggie and Gordon were a little more calm about it. Not only had Karina had a child already, so it was their second grandchild, which was more technically their genetic material, but Karina had given it to the pack and they'd never see it again. Ours they'd get to see, but they knew I'd had two children by someone else before their son got me, and I still had a couple more to go. It sort of tempered their enthusiasm. Maybe if they knew the full truth, it would be more exciting for them. By calm, I mean they weren't freaking out like Dad was, or as excited as Sasha was; just someplace in the middle, but still happy for Sean.

It was a relatively short drive to the Grand Canyon from Sedona, but we had to make a stop near Flagstaff so our two wolves could perform their obeisance to the local pack. Magnus was the local Alpha, and his mate was named Gabriela. Magnus was of white ancestry, Gabriela, Hispanic. So Sean saw Brigitte licking the pussy of Gabirela, and Alicia getting fucked by Magnus. He hadn't seen as much of this as I had, so he was still a little shocked they had to do it, and with so little say in it. I saw that about half of the wolves there were of Native American ancestry, primarily Navajo. Fortunately, the Flagstaff pack also had most of southwestern Utah, including Bryce and Zion Canyons, so we wouldn't have to do this again until we reached Canyonlands National Park, which although it was still in Utah, was under the Grand Junction, Colorado wolf pack.

It didn't take that long, so we got to check out the view from the South Rim before checking in to the hotel, and we had a full day of hiking down to the bottom and back the next day.

Sean was surprised that we had an easier time of it than he did.

"I've been running ten to twenty miles a day getting thin again after my last puppy, Sean. You don't get nearly as much cardio as I get, plus we're at a higher altitude than coastal Maine. I'm feeling the elevation, even if I'm not running. I've been lucky not to work, as it's given me lots of time for exercise and self defense classes. Your job is good for strength more than cardio."

About three fourths of the way down into the bottom of the canyon, we met another wolf in his human shape. He was coming up from the bottom. He wasn't a rogue, but he didn't know we'd be coming to his pack's area, so there was like ten minutes of explanation and sniffing to get through.

When Brigitte introduced me, I was surprised that he knew who I was, and said so.

"I think most wolves around the country know who Jessica Huppert is," Takoda said. He was darker, like Sean, and I expected he was of Indian ancestry.

"It's Jessica Hagerty now. I just got married. This is my husband, Sean. He is the son of Sasha, the female Alpha of the New England pack."

"Good to meet you, Sean. Jessica, are you pregnant with another puppy?" Already scenting my pregnancy, even as a human.

"No, this one is Sean's. I'll provide two more puppies to the pack after giving this child to my husband."

"We've introduced a payment for puppy plan as well, based upon the success of the New England pack's. It seems to have great promise. Do you have any suggestions for us?"

"It helps if you have a human evangelizing for the pack. When you find someone willing to breed, have her contact friends and former classmates and co-workers who might be having financial problems. Have some kind of bonus program for more than a single puppy, so they're encouraged to provide more than one. It's hard for human women to bear lots of children, so paying for them to carry makes reasonable financial sense to most people. You're essentially talking about them giving up a big chunk of their child bearing years to have puppies for the pack, if they have more than one. It's why seduction was so difficult. You might find some woman to give you one that way, but unlikely more than one.

"If you find women whose husbands are infertile, they might be willing to provide puppies to the pack for each child you provide to them. Willing cuckolds may allow their wives to be bred by others, so that's another possible source of breeders. The husband may not have to be told about wolves, though the woman needs to know. One of my friends is married and her husband doesn't know she's providing puppies. As long as a cuckold can witness a big cocked wolf in human form fuck their wives on occasion, her disappearing for a few days when she's fertile and coming back pregnant may not be an issue for him. The money may be the biggest factor right now, but if the economy improves substantially, money may become less of an incentive unless the women are in low income jobs."

"Yes, I see your point," Takoda said.

"May I ask your real age?" I asked.

"What would you guess?" Takoda said, smiling.

"I think you're the second oldest wolf I've met. You appear to be in your late forties, early fifties, so perhaps your early two hundreds?"

"Good. I'm two hundred, twelve."

"Are you Navajo originally?"

"Yes."

"Were you bitten or born, since you're older than the treaty?"

"Bitten as a young man. I was out hunting wolves. They were hunting me. Soon, I was one of the wolves the young men of the tribe were hunting."

"Did you make your first shift during a full moon?"

"I did, three weeks after I was bitten."

"Were you back with the tribe when you first shifted, or with the pack."

"With the pack. When I woke up after I was bitten, they had shifted and were sitting around me. I thought I was captured by another tribe. They were all naked, even the women, and without weapons and I thought they were extremely primitive. They'd been traveling as wolves, so couldn't carry anything. One who spoke Navajo said that I would soon turn into a wolf, and I'd need to be trained as a wolf. I doubted them until after I saw them shift themselves. They began teaching me some of what I'd need to know as a wolf, although much of it would come after my first shift."

"What was the most difficult thing you had to learn as a wolf?"

"Obeisance and obedience to all senior wolves, particularly males, but even females to some extent, since we were a male led tribe, and having bitches order me to do things was against all that I had ever learned. Sucking cocks was the worst. Even now, I have difficulty with obeisance, but I'm older than most. I don't do much cock sucking anymore. Most have to suck me."

"I don't think I could do it," Sean said.

"When surviving is important, you do a lot of things you don't expect. I fought constantly as a young wolf, trying to avoid sucking a prick, or sometimes, even licking a pussy. I'd be on the ground with jaws wrapped around my neck, and unless I surrendered, I'd die, so I sucked a lot more cock until I'd accept my position in the pack. Then it became a normal amount, and eventually, I rose high enough in the hierarchy I very seldom sucked a dick. It would have been easier if I'd been born into the pack and raised in pack ways. It took me about twenty years before I stopped thinking of myself as a Navajo, and realized I was only a wolf."

"Thank you for your time, Takoda, and for answering some of my questions," I said.

"You're welcome, wolf daughter."

"I like that. What would wolf daughter be in Navajo?" I asked.

"Ma'iitsoh ach'é'é. The first word stands for a gray wolf, the second for a female child. Hatsi' works well too for daughter, but it would be more appropriate for my daughter. It's more personal."

"Could you write that down for me."

"Give me your phone. I'll type it into a note."

Takoda quickly typed the words for me, then he turned on the recording function and pronounced the word for me. Then, he left me his name and number.

I thanked him again and hugged him, then we continued down to the bottom of the canyon. Before we started back up, I sucked my husband's cock, because I could, as there weren't that many people around, and I'd never see any of these people again. Alicia and Brigitte kept an eye out for park rangers, and I didn't care about anyone else. I think one couple saw us, young and athletic, and they grinned as I drained his balls as he pumped my face.

On the way back up the trail, I asked Sean about an idea I had.

"Not in the park, where we might violate some federal law, but maybe in some bar tonight, why don't you go in and take a seat about ten minutes before us girls enter. Order a drink, and we'll come in and take a seat and get some drinks. Keep an eye on us and we'll keep an eye on you. I want to see how many horny girls try to pick you up and how many randy cowboys try to score with us. Give it about a half hour to see how things go, then after we've chased the riffraff away, come over and sweep me off my feet. I'll let you fuck me right there in the bar, pulling your cock out and mounting you with my skirt covering our scandalous behavior. Is that something you'd like to try?"

"What if they're persistent?" Sean asked, though he was smiling.

"That's why I've got bodyguards, baby. To discourage the persistent."

"You'd really fuck me in some honky tonk?"

"You're my husband, honey. Nobody could see anything, but they'd sure know what we were doing, and any guys who hit on us would be wondering what you had that they didn't, and any girls who hit on you, would know why you didn't take them up on their offer."

"What if the woman is really good looking?"

"Then you have to wear a condom and I get to fuck her, too. If you can get her to agree to that, you can fuck some strange."

"As an alternative, Sean," Brigitte said, "put your slut on a leash and lead her into a bar with her tits hanging out and see what the reaction is."

"Okay, two questions. What's strange?" Sean asked.

"Strange pussy, foreign pussy, pussy you're not usually allowed to fuck," I replied. "What's your second question?"

"Are you serious?"

"As my Master, you get a lot of leeway. Leeway you've never taken advantage of, even though it's there. It was mentioned in passing, during your Dominant training. When I'm your sub, you don't need to ask my permission to fuck someone. The only restriction is using a condom if they're not a wolf, or fertile. I don't want bitches dropping your children. You can order me to fuck someone that's not on my approved list. I'm assuming you don't have a problem generally, with other women. You've proved that to my satisfaction a number of times. If you ordered me to fuck another man, I'd have to use my safe word until I knew for sure it was something you really wanted, but if you tell me to lick a bitch's pussy, I'd do it, no question. My Dad mentioned that you could even fuck a former girlfriend, then order me to clean her pussy, if you remember."

"I thought he was joking."

"Not a joke. You have freedom to do a lot when you're my Dominant, that I won't give you when you're not. I'm surrendering a lot to you when I'm your sub, and that's one of the things I surrender. If I have a problem with something, I use my safe word, and it stops until we've worked it out. If you bring me into places on a leash, it's possible you'll attract other submissives. It's how Quinn attracted additional wolf breeders. Angela, Janet, Isabelle and Rose were all subs interested in submission more than breeding, turned into breeders through submission.

"If we find some here, we should probably give them to the local pack, but yeah, you can fuck another submissive bitch when you're my Dominant, really, anyone at all. You just have to remember that when you're my Dominant, you're not my husband, you're my Master. If you want to collar me our entire honeymoon, I'll let you, because these are parts unknown, and far away from home, and I'm not a particularly shy person when we're on vacation. To a certain extent, all senior wolves are fairly good Dominants because of pack structure. They're used to ordering lower ranking wolves around, so if we should happen to find a submissive slut, I'm sure we can find someone to Dominate her. I bet Takoda could handle one."

By the time we reached the top again, Sean decided to try one or the other, but hadn't decided which one yet. We'd planned for our next hotel to be right outside of Zion in Springdale, Utah, and drove there after our hike. Springdale was small, population around 500, mostly serving the tourists, right outside the front gate to Zion National Park. We stayed at the Desert Pearl Inn, a double queen room with a balcony looking up at the red rock cliffs of Zion. Since it was already late, we took quick showers, changed into more provocative clothing, then Sean collared and leashed me, inserted a Lush into my pussy, and we went to the dining establishment next door, Camp Zion, which offered rotisserie style food in a campground setting around a communal fire pit.

Naturally, my skimpy attire, collar, and the fact I was being led around on a leash by my Master, attracted more than the normal amount of attention, as were the presence of the other two beautiful, tall women with us. We ordered our food, mostly meat for the wolves, and had a seat around the fire pit. There was a buzz around the pit as several people whispered among themselves as we took seats together. It got louder as I sat in Master's lap. My pussy was dripping, I was so turned on.

Before we got our food, we got our first nibble.

A young couple, slightly younger than me, sitting across the fire pit from us asked, "Why do you have a collar and leash on?" The woman asked the question, being the more bold of the two.

"I'm a sex slave to my husband," I replied.

"What does that mean?" the man asked, gathering nerve.

"We're on our honeymoon and he knocked me up right after our wedding, and to celebrate, he's put his collar on me for the duration. I'm his three hole slut, and I can't even orgasm without his permission, which is going to be darn difficult since he has a sex toy buzzing away in my pussy this evening, hoping I'll orgasm in front of all of you. Master, may I cum?"

"No, Pussycat, you can't. You'll receive a bare ass spanking if you do."

Sean was more embarrassed than I was when he replied. This is the first time we'd ever done this publicly. He'd become much more relaxed about it before the end of the honeymoon.

"Who are the other two women with you," another woman asked. She appeared to be alone.

"They're my bodyguards, and the other two women Master is allowed to fuck without condoms on our honeymoon," I said.

There was another substantial buzz after that, increasing when I said, "Master, please let me cum."

"Five swats to your bare bum if you do, Pussycat."

"I can't help it, sir," I said, clinging to him and kissing him as I obviously orgasmed in his lap.

"Why do you need bodyguards?" the original woman asked me after my orgasm ended, holding her man's hand. "Are you famous?"

"I've signed a contract to provide four surrogate children to infertile couples. They're to protect me from harm until I've fulfilled my contract. I have two children left to provide them, the next of them after I've delivered my Master's child. The pay is quite good for having surrogate children. It's how I'm providing income to our home."

"How much pay?" the second woman asked again, the one alone.

"Two hundred thousand per child, and a million dollar bonus for four, but it's not an in vitro pregnancy. I can only have the children naturally, but that's in New England where I live." A lingering hum from the others. "The amount may differ locally. I just spoke to a gentleman locally and they're going to offer a similar program, but I don't know what they'll pay. In Wisconsin, it's seventy-five for each one, with a three hundred thousand bonus if you provide four. I can provide a local name and number if you're interested. Master, I need to cum again. May I please cum, sir."

"No you may not," Sean said, a smile on his face.

"Why does he have sex with your bodyguards?" the younger man asked again, still hand holding, but with an erection pushing at his jeans, small though it looked.