Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue

... cut and mortared. The rest of the stories were mirrored glass and steel. The area in front of the building was perfectly landscaped, behind it was primordial woods. Off to one side, behind a fence that prevented access except through the building, was a path leading from the tower off into the trees.

The juxtaposition of a pyramid shape, a modern glass architecture next to the ancient stone masonry, and a path leading back into the woods seemed perfect. It was exactly like the wolves. Professional, modern, slick – but still deeply in touch with the animalistic, base nature of their being.

We climbed out of the SUV and walked up the path to the entrance of the building. The glass doors slipped open as we approached and a man came out dressed in black jeans, a black T-shirt, and sporting dark hair and a beard smattered with wolf gray.

“I’m Smash, den keeper,” he said. “Welcome, Brendan. And these are…” he gestured to Prudence, Amelia, and Myrtle. I introduced them.

“Welcome,” he repeated. “I wish we could have met under better circumstances, and I look forward to when we formally join herd and pack, but any time our herd-mates visit, it is a good day.”

He gestured us inside.

The next few hours were a blur. They took us to the quarters where we would be staying temporarily, gave us time to freshen up, then followed it up with a complete tour of the wolf facilities. Some of the floors of the pyramid were offices, some were large spacious apartments, and the ...

... lower levels included ceremonial spaces. Lyca’s living quarters were surprisingly simple and spartan. I admired that. She was devoted to doing good in the world, not to worldly possessions.

The penthouse at the very top held an amazing view for miles around.

At the deepest sub-basement was the den chapel, it was where the ceremony to welcome Helga into the pack would take place. The elevator opened into a business-like lobby about twenty feet square with glass doors at the far side. The image beyond the glass doors was breathtaking.

“Is that natural?” I asked. Lyca nodded. Beyond the glass wall was an immense cavern that had to be a hundred feet across. To the right, a set of stone stairs led up into the living rock – presumably another exit. Straight ahead was a raised stone dais altar. Slots for torches lined the wall, though they were dark and the room was just lit by dim auxiliary lighting.

An aisle led downwards from the elevators straight to the altar. On either side were tiered benches. It was an amazing space.

“How many pack members are there?” I asked Lyca.

“Our pack consists of a total of about thirty family groupings, with around 120 individuals. And family groups are pretty loosely defined. Some are traditional male and female pairings, some are same sex, some are poly-amorous. Some wolves are unassociated with families. There are also 26 children of wolves, but they do not become full pack members until they are twenty-one and join of their own free ...