Chapter 5 005

• The rest of the day was spent deep in thought. I couldn't help but contemplate the idea of renting out my womb and engaging in sexual relations with what could only be described as a creature. No, not just an animal, but something that possessed both human and animal qualities.
• The logistics of it all also weighed heavily on my mind. How does one have sex with a wolf? Would it be face to face, staring into its long snout and formidable teeth, or would it be limited to the doggy style position, the only conceivable way for dogs to mate? Curiosity got the better of me, and I even went online to see how dogs copulate, stumbling upon videos of humans engaging in such acts with various animals. It sent shivers down my spine, but it did provide me with some insight into how it could be done.
• Thankfully, we weren't discussing centaurs. The mere thought of their existence intrigued me. Werewolves, on the other hand, completely blew my mind. According to Rene, vampires had also existed but were now believed to be extinct or in hiding. The only silver lining was that I would only have to mate with a wolf if I were fertile. The rest of the time, it could be with an attractive, human-looking partner. However, the notion that I might require bodyguards crossed my mind. Other packs could potentially attempt to kidnap me.
• I also pondered the connection between the moon, werewolves, and the female reproductive cycle. Why did the full moon trigger a change in werewolves?
• Would I still receive compensation if another pack impregnated me? Money was a pressing concern for me, and I had many more questions that needed answering.
• The following morning, I reached out to Rene again, expressing my readiness to meet the other members of his pack and conveying my need for further clarification.
• "Is it alright if someone else comes to collect me? I am currently occupied with pack matters. Additionally, we are hesitant to reveal the location of our headquarters until you agree to the breeding. You will need to be blindfolded," Rene explained.
• I could understand their need to protect themselves until I made a decision. "Who should I expect, and what time?" I inquired.
• "At eleven AM. I would like to assign a young male named Conor and a female named Brigitte as your eventual bodyguards," he replied.
• "By 'female,' I hope you are referring to her being a female werewolf, not her temperament?" I joked.
• Rene chuckled. "I meant her being a female werewolf. Brigitte is actually quite pleasant. She holds a higher rank in the wolf hierarchy, and Conor is just a teenager in werewolf terms. Brigitte is around sixty years old."
• "Are either of them already mated?"
• "Conor is too young to have taken a mate. Brigitte lost hers and has not sought another. If either of them were mated, their mate would also need to be assigned. We do not separate mated pairs for extended periods. We will provide lunch for you. Avoid eating a heavy breakfast."
• I went for another run, noticing that for the first time in ten days, I didn't feel like I was being followed. This led me to suspect that Rene's pack had been keeping tabs on me since I signed up. Another question to add to the list.
• Today was the first day I didn't actively search for another job. Internally, I had already made up my mind about my next employment opportunity: being a brood bitch for a pack of werewolves. I completed a ten-mile run, took a shower, had a light breakfast, and spent the time until eleven reading about werewolf legends, despite Google's insistence that they were merely fictional. Hah!
• At eleven, a man and a woman stood outside my door. I had expected someone younger in terms of male companionship and someone older as a female companion, considering the mention of a teenager and a sixty-year-old. Then I remembered that Rene himself was 130 years old. Both individuals were stunningly attractive, resembling models.
• The woman, a tall redhead, exuded an Irish charm, except she was nearly six feet tall. The man had glossy black hair, reminiscent of Oriental features. He was even taller, surpassing Rene's height by an inch. His physique was jaw-droppingly impressive. I could feel myself becoming aroused again, and both of them sniffed the air, indicating that they had sensed my desire. My secret of being attracted to werewolves as a human was out.
• "Are you ready to go?" the woman, Brigitte, asked.
• "What are your names?" I inquired.
• "I'm Brigitte."
• "And his name, and who sent you?"
• "I'm Conor, and Rene sent us."
• "I suppose I'm ready to go then."
• Brigitte smiled, revealing perfect teeth that were definitely not fangs. "You're more cautious than most humans."
• "I've never been told I needed bodyguards before. I figured caution was necessary."
• They led me to a mud-spattered, late-model Jeep Grand Cherokee. Conor held the back door open for me.
• "I hope I'm permitted to breed you," he rumbled in a deep voice as I moved past him to reach the seat.
• "How old are you?" I inquired.
• "Thirteen."
• He didn't look like any thirteen-year-old I had ever met before. Conor appeared at least twenty-five, and his maturity was evident in his demeanor. He held up a black velvet bag, explaining that they needed to cover my eyes for the journey.
• "How long will it take to reach our destination?" I inquired.
• "About forty-five minutes, more or less," Conor replied.
• As we drove, I calculated the approximate radius of the trip, knowing it covered around a hundred and thirty square miles. The mention of a compound made me wonder about the secrets they were guarding and the possible implications of my involvement.
• "I have a gun in my purse," I admitted, hoping it would provide some reassurance.
• "We smelled it," Brigitte chimed in. "But don't worry, we're not a threat to you as long as you can keep our secret."
• "Do I have to wear the blindfold now?" I asked.
• "We prefer that you remain unaware of our compound's location," Conor replied as he placed the bag over my head, leaving me feeling insulated and nervous.
• Once in the backseat alone, Brigitte continued to talk, her voice muffled but clear. She mentioned that in their compound, they often roamed naked to facilitate rapid shifts between human and wolf forms.
• "I guess I'd like to witness that, in a way. It might help me make my decision," I replied, curious about their natural state.
• I asked about their roles as my bodyguards, and Brigitte explained that they received training for that purpose, were both unmated, and that Conor enjoyed sexual relations with women. The revelation of their pansexuality and sexual openness in the pack intrigued me.
• "Do you have to have sex with everyone in the pack?" I questioned.
• "Not with everyone, but if a higher-ranked wolf demands it, we can't refuse unless we're ready to fight for a higher rank," Brigitte clarified. "Even if we're fertile, an alpha won't usually demand sex, but it can happen."
• Our conversation shifted to the mechanics of having sex with a werewolf, and Brigitte mentioned that I would probably be mounted from behind for breeding purposes, but other positions were possible as long as the male wolf was on his hind legs.
• "Do you have sex in other ways as wolves?" I inquired.
• "We do a lot of licking as wolves, especially if we're fertile. We don't always want to produce more pups," Brigitte explained. "If we're pregnant, we must remain in that form until the pups are born. We can't shift during pregnancy, which means we're stuck in human form for nine months and wolf form for sixty-three days."
• The conversation naturally led to Brigitte and Conor's prospects as breeders, and the topic of their attractiveness came up.
• "Will you be chosen as one of my breeders?" I asked Conor.
• "Probably not in the first round, but I hope to make it in later rounds," he replied. "In the meantime, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to be intimate with your bodyguard. You're very attractive."
• Their heightened sense of smell surprised me, and Brigitte confirmed that they were around twenty times more capable of detecting scents in human form and a thousand times more so in wolf form. This sensory prowess allowed them to determine fertility, an essential aspect for their breeding decisions.
• "Do you have regular jobs in human form?" I asked.
• "Yes, many of us work regular jobs in the human world, and the income goes to support the pack," Conor explained. "We function more like a community, where we take money out as needed for our purposes."
• As we reached their compound, Brigitte informed me that I could remove the blindfold. The dirt road led us to a heavily forested area where I noticed several wolves, or werewolves, circling the car. Were they providing advance warning or assessing the new arrival, I wondered.