A gentle nudge disturbed Martha’s happy slumber. Waking up growling to see a bunch of were wolf bouncers doing their rounds; providing everyone their thirty minute warning to get up and defur before sun rise. Martha who was lying on top of her vulpine mate William shakes him awake.
“Not now love,” William groggily answers; “I’m just too exhausted to go another round.”
“It’s not that William,” Martha sighing; “it’s time to go home.”
Helping her mate up; Martha can’t help but stare at her husband. Amazed that the were-fox before her could have so much stamina within him. Martha between her moments of passion with other males and females alike; watched as her husband was balls deep in a different willing female every time she looked up. Feeling a little jealous; the were-vixen jumped her mate and proceeded to grind him to unconsciousness.
“Oh I’m so tired,” William yawning; “can’t we all just sleep in for another hour?”
“As long as your knotted with in me,” a nameless female were-skunk cooing; “I can go along with that.”
“William is my mate,” Martha snarling at the were-skunk; “paws off!”
“Everyone up,” a werewolf bouncer booming; “you’re more than welcome to come back at sunset, but you all need to leave as per the rules of this club.”
Martha watching most of the swingers that held court along with her and William, getting up grumbling. Slowly shuffling to lockers downstairs to grab clothes and shift. Helping her husband getting dressed; it’s clear to Martha that she is driving as William was having a hell of a time staying awake.
“Rutted yourself to exhaustion,” Martha giggling; as she helps him up and walks outside.
“It’s was worth it,” William yawning; “looking forward to it all week, how could I not resist plowing every single willing female there.”
“Well I’ll help you into the car,” Martha lightly chuckling; “but you’re on your own afterwards.”
“Just snuggle in bed with me when we get home,” William smiling; “we’ll make this a lazy Saturday.”
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Despite being exhausted and barely able to stand; William Anderson was able to summon enough strength to half chase, half push his wife upstairs as they got home. Entering the house; both bonded were-fox mates could tell with the fading scents in the house that no one was home. William growling happily as he allows his vulpine form out once again; he stares lustfully at his wife.
“You can’t be that horny,” Martha chuckling as she sees her husband’s member out in full display twitching eagerly.
“I can’t help it,” William smiling through his were-fox muzzle; “you make it impossible for me to not want you.”
“Get in bed you randy fox,” Martha assuming her were-vixen form while quickly removing her clothes; “but forget about being on top.”
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“So what you are saying,” Frieda looking confused as she eats her French toast; “that Eric, myself and Spencer are married?”
“Apparently,” Benton sighing; “although why your mother would keep the fact, that you three had a were-wedding from me. That I can’t answer.”
“When did we have this wedding,” Eric looking confused; “and what is a were-wedding?”
“Don’t you remember the time we spent in rec parents rec room,” Spencer grinning; “when we first had that three-way after you became a were-panther?”
“The night our bond formed,” Eric asking.
“Yes,” Amanda answering; “I noticed Frieda’s scent quite different on Sunday. At first I assumed,” Amanda looking disgusted; “that Frieda didn’t bothered to shower before visiting me while I was recovering in the hospital from my car accident and my hookworm infection from tainted civet coffee. But after she describe that emotional connection you three have,” Amanda cracking a smile; “I knew.”
“That explains when we had a were-wedding,” Eric eating his French toast; “but what is it?”
“Simple explanation,” Benton speaking; “it’s like a marriage proposal. You present token gift of your undying love to your potential mate and say a few words. In the end,” Benton calmly finishing; “you spend a wild time rutting and start referring to each other as mates.”
“But I never presented a gift to either Frieda or Spencer,” Eric thinking back on the night; “we did make some vow after you know what.”
‘Never shall I let another were’s dick but yours caress my folds Eric;’ Frieda recalling what she said that night.*
“I remember as well,” Spencer remembering the night; “then we kind of passed out afterwards.”
“They say a were-wedding is unique and different for everyone,” Amanda speaking; “I guess yours fit the bill. However,” Amanda looking serious even in here were-pantheress form; “just because you are married in the eyes of nature, doesn’t mean you can disregard taking your were-birth control pills. You are still a minor and in high school.”
“Yeah,” Frieda rolling her eyes; “so you keep telling me.”
“And we are going to keep telling you,” Benton growling; “as much as I am thrilled at the prospect of being a grandfather one day; I don’t want to find out I’m going to be one before you at least finish college at the minimum.”
The breakfast table at the Knight Estate fell into an awkward silence as everyone slowly digested both the French toast Benton managed to make as well as the revelation that Frieda, Eric and Spencer have been in fact married for little less than nine months now.
“I wonder how our parents are going to react to this Spencer,” Eric breaking the silence.
“You’re on your own there,” Benton answering; only to get a dirty look from Frieda. “Don’t give me that look Frieda,” Benton speaking up again; “it’s not as if I can talk to either the Lawson’s or the Andersons today. I’m going to be with your uncle for the day,” Benton finishing.
“But I can help smooth things over,” Amanda sighing; “What are your plans today you three?”
“Well,” Spencer speaking up; “instead of Eric and Frieda helping me with some trim for the nursery, we are going to the hospital to congratulate my mom and see my baby brother for the first time.”
The night before, while everyone was enjoying a nice meal that Ethel prepared; Spencer’s mother Maggie Lawson went into labor a few weeks early giving birth to hers and Evan’s son in the Lawson’s living room. The surprise arrival led to Spencer having a special moment with her mates Eric and Frieda in the form of anal sex; a form of sex they reserved for birthdays, certain holidays and special events.
“I guess we can talk to my parents afterwards,” Eric speaking; “by now they are probably home from spending an evening at the were-club.”
“Lovely,” Amanda answering icily; “I suppose we should stop by at a flower shop or a gift shop to get something before we greet your mother at the hospital Spencer. But first,” Amanda getting up and looking at the three; “a shower and fresh clothes before we leave.”
* Way back in the chapter “A bond deeper than love”