The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

After giving her the third orgasm, Winston climaxed in the towel. I stopped licking, and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices on my lips before helping her dress.

“I imagine that even at someplace as nice as Pappageorge, you don’t make a lot of money as a waitress, do you?” I asked.

“Not a ton, no, they’re only open from five to nine and I usually get less than twenty-five hours a week.”

“Is lack of money part of the reason you haven’t started a family?” I asked fastening her bra.

“It’s part of it,” Roxanne admitted. She glanced at Winston, but didn’t say anything more. Mmm. “How do you know we haven’t started a family?”

“Your pussy is too perfect. I can tell you’ve never pushed a child out of it. I’ve discovered an interesting money making opportunity, would you like to hear about it?”

“Like selling Mary Kay, or something. I’m not really interested in that.”

“No. Not selling anything. More like renting out your womb to infertile couples.”

“Huh?” Winston said.

“Let’s rejoin the others,” I said. “Frank and Sheila represent an organization that helps infertile couples have children. I’ve done the same thing in Maine and they have something similar here, in Minnesota and Wisconsin.”

Of course, when we rejoined the others, everyone was still nude and proudly displaying all that nature had blessed them with.

“I’ve made $400, 000 by providing children for infertile women. I get a bonus once I’ve provided four. Frank, how much is your organization willing to provide if Roxanne were to provide children for the couples you represent?”

“$100, 000 per child, a $400, 000 bonus for a total of four. Past four, we’re willing to go to $150, 000 per child flat rate.”

“That’s $800, 000 for four kids, and $150K more for each additional child. A nice tidy sum in these hard economic times. How do those numbers sound to you?” I asked. “Theoretically, you can continue to work while you’re pregnant, so that’s in addition to what you’re already making as a waitress. All medical costs associated with the fertilization and delivery are paid for. A couple days after you deliver, you give the children to Frank or another representative, and you pocket a hundred grand.”

“Is it legal?” Winston asked. “It’s not black market babies, is it?”

“Perfectly legal, in fact, the federal government recognizes the necessity for it. There’s just one thing you should know before you consider if this is the right thing for you.”

“What’s that?” Roxanne asked.

“Conception has to occur naturally, not in a laboratory. You have to have sex with someone like Frank here to have a child.”

Roxanne looked at Frank’s impressive appendage and smiled. Winston, not so much.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why?” Winston asked.

“I can’t answer that unless you say you’re interested in proceeding. Government regulations, there’s forms to sign and such. It is medically necessary, is all I can say at this point, but I have another question. There was a little pause there when I asked why you hadn’t started a family. Is there something other than finances preventing you from having children? If you can’t have children, Roxanne, obviously, you couldn’t qualify for this program.”

“It’s not me,” Roxanne said. Aha.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Has that caused any problems in your marriage?”

“Some, we’re considering alternatives.”

“I had a friend in high school, and she got married right after she graduated. She and her husband tried for five years to have children, without success. It turned out the husband had the problem. I brought this program up with her, and she reached an agreement with the organization in northern Wisconsin, to give her one child, for each one she provided for infertile couples. No costs to them other than normal child rearing costs for her children. She and her husband had a son, and she’s delivered another one for other couples. She’s going to get impregnated again for her second. Is that something that might be of interest to you as well?”

“We’d obviously have to talk about this,” Winston said.

“Of course you would. I understand completely. It’s a big step. There’s just one last thing I should tell you. Because the organization is taking financial risks with you having children, they provide a bodyguard, such as Brigitte or Alicia, to ensure you’re safe, which is why I’ve got one. It doesn’t have to be female. It can be a male too, even one of each. The organization is so relieved if you can help them out with these infertility issues, every time Roxanne is fertile and needs to be bred by one of the men, they usually provide a woman to keep the husband happy during that time. Many women aren’t all that upset with their husband having sex with a beautiful woman like Brigitte or Alicia, if they’re having sex with men like Frank, or women like Sheila, if Roxanne is into girls, and she certainly seemed to enjoy me.

“Just last night, a wife had sex with a man while her boyfriend watched, to determine if he could accept her having sex with another man, while her boyfriend had sex with the man’s wife. It seems to have worked out. She’s agreed to have four children. Of course, you don’t have to watch Roxanne have sex with her breeder, Winston. It’s probably best if you don’t if you’re at all jealous, but just use the time and have sex with the woman provided for you.

“Because a male other than my husband has to have sex with me for the two children I am still contracted for, and because I’m pregnant so often, I have no problem with Sean having sex with either of my two bodyguards. It works out well for both of us. I’m going to give Roxanne my phone number, and if either of you have any further questions, call me. I’ll answer whatever I can and refer you to the proper people if you decide to move forward.”

“Uh, okay,” Winston said.

“It sounds like an answer to our prayers, Winston,” Roxanne said. “More money and an alternative way to have our own child, rather than adopt.”

“Oh, I just found out they’re offering a thousand dollars for any other referrals you make to the program, so if you know of anyone of child bearing age, who either needs money or their own help with an infertility problem, refer them. If they meet the qualifications, that’s a thousand in your pocket, just for referring someone, even if you decide not to take advantage of it yourself.”

“We could definitely use some more money,” Roxanne said.

“Don’t we all,” I replied. “It’s getting late, and I know you have a lot to talk about. The best of luck to you.”

I sent my v-card to Roxanne so she could get in touch with me. She took a last lingering look at Frank before she left.

“And that’s how you attract potential breeders,” Brigitte said.

“I’ve got to admit, that was very smooth,” Frank said.

“It didn’t hurt you had your big dick out, sir,” I said. “Roxanne was very wet when I started licking her, and your cock was the last thing she looked at before she left. I’m reasonably certain that Roxanne will want more information, and will eventually need to be told about wolves. Contact my grandfather, Gerhard, for help in breaking the news about wolves to her. He’s seen it done a couple times, and done it on his own for the Canadian pack when they found a breeder.”

“Thank you, Wolf Daughter.”

******

It was about a five hour drive, more if we stopped for food, to Rhinelander from Mankato, so we didn’t get up too early after a somewhat late night. And, we didn’t mind a leisurely fuck in the morning before checking out. I no longer had my folks’ place to stay, so we went directly to the wolf compound, where we’d be spending the next week. Gerhard wasn’t there when we arrived, having gone to Marquette with Janet. I’m sure it had something to do with their mating. We all stripped off as soon as we arrived. There was almost no point to clothes on a wolf compound in the summer. None of the wolves wore any unless they were leaving the compound.

Gretchen had the same issues I did, no house or family to return to. She was still there after her most recent breeding, intending to fly back to Maine with us. And Conor was there, having come to give Martin and Melanie their second child. He hadn’t stayed at their place for appearances sake, but Melanie was now knocked up. I asked for Master’s permission to spend a couple hours having sex with Gretchen, which he granted, along with permission to cum. Alicia and Brigitte took off with Conor for a good run and fuck. Ingrid made sure Master wasn’t left alone with nothing to do.

Gretchen and I spent the first hour nestled between each other’s legs, and the next hour talking about my honeymoon to date.

“I’ve heard about some of your adventures already,” Gretchen said. “The whole compound is buzzing about the number of new breeders you’ve brought to packs all over the fucking country.”

“It’s not just me. Sean has been a big part of it. I let him put me into submission for my entire honeymoon and he’s treated me as his submissive slut, and we got all kinds of interest, just from that. I don’t think I have walked into four restaurants the entire trip where I wasn’t on a leash. We found three in Zion, two in Moab, one in Estes Park, two in Rapid City, and we may have snagged another in Mankato. She’s married though, but her husband is infertile, so I tried to steer it to a Melanie and Martin type arrangement. She doesn’t know about wolves, though, so we’ll see. I’m going to talk to Martin and see if he thinks it’s easier for him knowing Conor was a wolf, and not a man. I tend to think that if you aren’t worried about losing your wife, it becomes easier, but what do I know; I’m not a man. How did your breeding go?”

“Fine. I’m knocked up again.”

“So am I, with Sean’s baby.”

“Your folks told my folks, who told me. I already knew. Didn’t take you long, did it?”

“A couple days. Brigitte told me in Sedona the morning we left for the Grand Canyon. We met a lot of nice wolves on our trip, many of them Native American. They’re starting to call me Wolf Daughter.”

“That’s managed to filter its way through the packs as well, Wolf Daughter,” Gretchen teased. “I’m glad your husband doesn’t mind you fucking me.”

“I give him a lot of freedom to fuck others for that very reason. I want him to accept us having sex without regret.”

“Does it bother you that he has sex with other women?”

“Not really. I feel the love from him all the time. The sex is just sex, and doesn’t reflect an emotional state. We have a very wolf-like attitude about sex.”

“I wish I could feel more that way. I try, God knows I try, but knowing you’re having sex with other people tears me up a little inside.”

I kissed her, then slid down her body to take away a little of the pain.