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She must’ve seen the concern on Moriah’s face because she quickly went on, waving her hand as if to brush away any objections Moriah may have had.
“And it’s totally safe; they monitor everything every step of the way. The clinic is run by doctors, actual doctors, not like, quacks with one year of medical school. The doctor who runs the clinic, he’s legit. I looked him up before we started anything, and he’s been in private practice for decades; he’s worked at major hospitals. He’s been pioneering this process for years, so it all feels very on the up and up. And they arebusy. Like, I thought the first time I went into the clinic, it would be this empty, depressing place, but the waiting room was full. There are a lot of women using this place, and when you consider how expensive interspecies adoption is, it’s not hard to see why.”
Moriah sat back, trying to absorb everything Drea had said. It gave her pause. She would be lying to her friend and herself if she were to claim that it didn’t. A clinic she had never heard of, with a waiting room full of women all there to be railed by their sperm donors. It seemed preposterous. Not having to see the other person, not having to contemplate the reality of sperm donation was part of its charm, she had always thought . . . but here was her friend, happily expecting, her hand still resting over her belly, the fruit of her labors with this unnamed werewolf.
She was not averse to the idea; on the contrary. She’d always had a higher sex drive than her ex-husband and regularly made use of toys on the nights he wasn’t in the mood. And if she was being honest, the almost two-year dry spell since the end of her marriage was beginning to wear her down. She didn’t know how to date anymore, never really had, to be honest.
She and her ex-husband had a bit of an opposites attract relationship right from the start. He was a CPA, already five years into his professional career, and she had been finishing a fine arts degree with a specialty in interior design. Sorben was serious and stern, hard edges where she was soft, gray and practical where she embraced color and whimsy. She had been his first human relationship, and although she had dated plenty of nonhumans over the years at that point, she’d never been in a serious relationship with one. His family was friendly, if not a bit perplexed by her, and she thought it was fair to say her family was the same towards him. A human and a lizardperson were an odd match in her hometown, but once she’d moved to Cambric Creek with Sorben after university, it had seemed like anything was possible for her future.
They’d met when she had interned with the firm hired to redo the offices at the company where he worked. She had been given the opportunity to create the design boards, to collect fabric swatches and colors, creating presentation boards for the client. It wasn’t his company, and he wasn’t the one in charge, but he had been there the day she’d presented, a riot of butterflies moving through her as she pasted on a sunny smile, taking them through a 3D model on her laptop before showing her meticulously put together boards with colors and fabrics, an interplay of textures to give their waiting area a serene, comfortable vibe.
They’d not chosen her design. They’d gone with the bland, staid board put together by one of the senior designers, grays and blues with no pop of brightness, the same sort of hazy, indistinct pattern on the Scotchguarded chairs that one might find in any dentist or real estate office across the unification.
The experience had deflated her, buoyed only when she received an odd text, leading to an even more puzzling conversation with the stilted, awkward man on the phone. He’d picked up her name from the information left by her firm, had picked and dug until the name yielded a number, and wanted to know if she would like to have drinks with him sometime. Opposites attracted, she’d told herself, and she had enjoyed breaking his stern countenance, learning his smile was filled with more teeth than she could count. He loved the softness of her skin, and the first time she’d gone to bed with him, the sight of his two cocks, dark pink and slippery, had been overwhelmingly exciting.
She knew there were plenty of humans out there who would encounter a reptilian species and assume having two cocks would simply be too much, but she had loved taking a turn on one and then the other, and that was usually the way it went for them, particularly when Sorben had trouble keeping up with her.
“You would’ve been better off marrying a mothman,” she remembered him grumbling at her one evening, gripping her hips and pulling her to the end of the bed. “He could fuck you all night long.”
It was a nice plus, him having two members that needed satisfying. They got hard at the same time, but they wouldn’t finish at the same time, not unless she persuaded him to penetrate her with both simultaneously. She loved it, but he never lasted long that way, and once he was done, she had learned to her disappointment, he was done for the night. It seemed like a waste, in the beginning, having a husband with two cocks and not taking advantage of the DP possibility as often as she could, but she was hornier than him, wanted to have sex for longer than him, and so being able to take a ride on one and then the other was an excellent way to stretch her pleasure. Different biologies, different reproductive processes, different sex drives, and different personalities. A heap of red flags foretelling an end she should have seen coming.
The thought of a partner who could go multiple rounds was thrilling. She knew from bitter experience that every month that passed was crushing, but the method of trying again would at least be a small consolation prize, a way to take the edge off for the month. And then, when you’re raising a baby alone, you’ll be too tired to ever have sex again. She’d never been with a werewolf or a wolf shifter before, and she was going to need to read up on thisknottingbusiness, she considered . . . but so far, it didn’t sound like there were too many downsides, other than the mortifying awkwardness of it all.This will catch two birds, she thought.Get laid and pregnant.
Dating had been easy when she’d been in school, the proximity of her classmates fostering relationships and hookups readily, and Sorben had soughtherout. She never had to date as a fully-formed adult, and the thought of signing up for a dating app now — thirty-four, one year divorced, with no idea what she was doing — terrified her. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for a relationship, and in any case, she wasn’t looking for one, not for this. She wanted a baby, not a partner. She didn’t want to find a boyfriend, but she wouldn’t say no to some mind-blowing sex.And this place can give you both.
“Do you have any questions?” Drea asked hesitantly, and Moriah barked out a laugh.
“I am sure I will have a million questions, but right now, I can’t move past the have sex with a stranger aspect of it.”
Drea glanced around again to make sure no one was there listening in.
“It was really good sex. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t. I would never cheat, and I don’t need to do it ever again, but, you know. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, call it what it is. Like I said, it’s awkward in the beginning, but once you get used to the clinical setting, it’s hard not to enjoy yourself. Plus, you know what they taught us at the place in Bridgeton, in those conception classes? If you come after he does, it sucks it up higher into your cervix? Well . . . he got that memo. He didn’t stop touching me the whole time we were tied; that’s what it’s called, by the way, being tied. Anyway . . . yeah. It was good. Not at all a bad or scary experience, and I’m really happy with the donor partner we selected. It’s all about the interview and ensuring you’re comfortable with him.”
Moriah found herself dropping back against the pillows on her bed when she came home that afternoon, repeatedly thinking through her friend’s words. She would need to interview a stranger, would need to havesexwith that stranger, and would do so in a hospital setting! It all seemed too outlandish to be real.
That didn’t stop her from palming her phone, biting her lip as she tapped in a search forwerewolf knots, cheeks heating at the cache of videos that popped up instantly. She clicked on one featuring a muscular man with well-defined glutes, hammering into a petite woman with blonde hair, his enormous scrotum slapping into her obscenely as the camera panned around. She got her first good look at the bulge at the base of his shaft. With every thrust into the young woman, the bulge — his knot – pressed to her opening, threatening to breach her. When he did so at last, the young woman moaned, her back arching from the bed, and Moriah was almost surprised to find that sometime throughout the video, her hand had slipped beneath the waistband shorts, her fingers circling insistently. The man dropped against the girl, his cock still firmly lodged within her, and Moriah decided she needed to see more.
You don’t want to go into this unprepared, right? That would be embarrassing!It was going to take, she decided, settling back to get comfortable, after kicking off her shorts and scrolling on to the following video, alotof research.
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Lowell
“You should find somevolunteer work,” his mother advised several weeks after his move from Jackson’s guest suite to Grayson’s pool house.
