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

... will. We welcome, we educate, but we do not indoctrinate. Offspring are loved and welcome whether or not they choose to become wolves.”

We walked up the stone steps out into the fading daylight and followed a path through the woods that led to a large clearing with wooden benches arrayed in a circle around a large stone platform. The sides of the platform were inscribed with strange markings.

“Those are wolfen language,” Lyca explained. “Roughly it translates into ‘Love, Service, Pack’ repeated around the perimeter.”

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to another wolfen in***********ion on a wooden sign above the clearing.

“That’s the name of the pack in wolfen, it was also inscribed on the altar in the den chapel, but it’s hard to see in the dim light. It is the wolfen name of our original founder, centuries ago.”

“How do you pronounce it?” I asked.

Lyca cleared her throat and made a sound that went from a deep growl to a high-pitched howl. Then added “Casually, in English, we just call our pack ‘Groove’. It’s the basic idea without the wolfen growling and howling. But we never use that name outside of our pack and now your herd, once we are officially joined. Never use it in the presence of anyone who is not a member of those two groups, understood?”

“Groove. I like it, and I will respect and honor it.”

Dusk was falling, and Lyca sent the milk maids off with Smash and the betas to milk the maids and collect some bull seed they could take back to the ...

... farm. Lyca stepped to a small shelter on the side of the clearing, returning with several wolf pelts she laid across the altar, then she lay down and patted the pelt beside her. I lay down next to her and she ran her hand across my shoulder.

“You’re really tense,” she said. She slipped her hand under my shirt and ran it up my chest, than slid it up the leg of my shorts. “And you’re softer than I’ve ever seen you. What’s the matter?”

I sat in silence for a moment, then swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in my throat. “The two women I love most in the world are back at home sick. They looked really bad when we left, but here I am and I can’t do anything to help them.”

“That’s sweet,” Lyca purred. “But they’re fine. I promise you. Why don’t you give Alina or Shawna a call? I bet that will put your mind at ease.”

I sat up and called my wife as Lyca lay beside me on the pelts. It went to voicemail, which cranked up my anxiety another level, but my phone rang from my mom’s number just a couple seconds later.

“Hi Brendan,” Shawna said, her voice really cheerful. “How are you doing? Is Lyca taking good care of you?”

Lyca chimed in from behind me before I could answer. “I’m trying, but he’s worried about you and Alina. It’s giving him a little bit of a...performance challenge.” She giggled.

“Sweetheart, relax,” my mom said. “Once all the bull cocks were gone from the farm, everything settled right down. We’re so good they even let the contractors get back to work ...