Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
It was clear, though, that the Werewolves were more than just animals. I could see the methodical way each one lapped their female as they finished breeding and knotting her, somehow sealing her pussy so that the huge amount of seed they’d pumped inside her would stay there, giving her a much better chance of getting pregnant. There was no way a creature that was all animal would act like that, I was sure.
The girls, for their part, gathered one by one in the center of the clearing. Each of them had swollen bellies from being knotted and bred. Some tried to hide them in shame with their hands but others thrust these pseudo-baby bumps out with pride.
They had something else in common, too, I saw—all of them had leaking breasts. Was this the “Breeding Fever” everyone kept talking about? Was it some kind of hormonal condition that made a woman more willing to submit to the awful things I’d seen that night?
Also, how was it possible for them to hold so much seed inside? Did a woman with Were genes have different internal anatomy? Another thought struck me—did I have Were anatomy? After all, my father had apparently been a Werewolf himself, though I was certain my mother hadn’t had anything to do with the Were world. Did that make me half Were? Had Boyd been right when he said he smelled Were blood in me? And did that mean all the horrible memories I’d tried to push away weren’t just bad dreams, but reality?
I had no answers so I just kept watching the scene in the glade. As the last of the women finished getting “sealed” and came to join the group, I saw McCain nod in satisfaction.
“All right—a good night’s breeding,” he said to them. “I see every one of you has a swollen belly. Did every one of you get fucked nice and hard and knotted nice and deep?”
There were nods and several soft murmurs of,
“Yes, Chief McCain.”
“Good.” He nodded approvingly. “Now I know for some of y’all, this is your first breeding, so let me tell you what to expect. The mouths of your pussies have been sealed by the saliva of your Alpha. That should wear off in about twenty-four hours, which will give the cream they pumped inside you plenty of time to reach your wombs and get you pregnant. We’re going to take you back home now and I want y’all to take things easy—no exercise or any kind of strenuous lifting. In fact, it’s best if you just go to bed, prop your legs up, and just let it soak in.”
It almost sounds like he’s talking to pregnant women, I thought, incredulously. No exercise…no heavy lifting…Well, I guess they will be pregnant soon if he has his way. Sick bastard!
“Now, as for tomorrow,” McCain continued. “I know y’all will probably want to go around town and show off your ‘breeding bumps’ and that’s okay as long as you don’t exert yourselves. We don’t want anything to break that seal early, all right?”
One of the girls raised her hand and McCain nodded at her.
“Yes, Cindy?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and I saw it was the skinny girl I’d just been watching. Her belly was more swollen than most and she looked like a “string-bean with a pea in the middle,” as the saying goes. Her long, thin hands were stroking her abdomen over and over.
“Uh, how will we know?” she asked softly. “If…if we’re pregnant, I mean?”
“We’ll be sending you a rapid result pregnancy test,” McCain told her. “Were pregnancies can be detected almost at once, as most of you know. As soon as you get a positive result, bring the test down to the station and we’ll take care of you.”
“Okay. Thank you.” The girl nodded and went back to obsessively stroking her fake baby bump or “breeding bump” as McCain had called it.
“Will the test tell who the father is?” another girl asked without raising her hand. “I, um, don’t know who knotted me,” she admitted in a low voice. “He…he was already in Fur Form when he mounted me.”
“Don’t you worry about things like that,” McCain said sternly. “It doesn’t matter who the father is—what matters is that you’re going to have a Were baby to help swell the town’s population. Wolverton needs you and you did your duty like a good girl.”
I felt my upper lip curl into a disgusted snarl. What a neat way to avoid any kind of personal responsibility for the males involved! Don’t worry your pretty head, sweet thing! Just do your duty and make a baby and everything will be okay.
“They’re looking good,” McCain told Boyd, who was staring at the naked women with undisguised lust. “I think we’re gonna have a crop of new Weres in about nine months, don’t you?”