The force of his thrusts jostled my entire body. With one last thrust Arkan began to moan and slow down. His body jerked and his eyes closed as he filled me with cum. The wetness gushed inside of me, filling me to the brim. Finally after a few seconds, we opened our eyes to see Vivica and Kara staring at Arkan.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” Kara exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I just came into a potential breeder.” Arkan coughed and pulled out of me.
“So? I don’t understand.” Suddenly, I felt dirty. Like we’d done something wrong.
“Arkan hasn’t been a warrior for five years. His mating time has passed.”
“Well what the fuck does that mean?”
Kara sighed. “I’m not sure.”
She shot Arkan a dirty look like he’d ruined all the fun. Arkan shrugged sheepishly and held out his hands to me. I guess he wanted me to get up. I reached for his hands. He swept me off my back to standing effortlessly.
“Arkan doesn’t have an assigned breeder. In our tribe the warriors and the breeders are partnered. Once you move out of those phases, you become retired. Then those jobs and those partners are no longer available to you.
“But we just...” I pointed to both of them.
“Because of our loyal service to the tribe and our renowned self-control…” she shot him a dirty look; “we’ve been allowed to conduct training on all of the new breeders. It’s only once a year, so it is kind of like summer camp for us. Arkan was a warrior when I was a breeder. We’re a bit nostalgic about that time in our lives.”
“Am I going to get kicked out?” My heart clenched. The last hour was the most engaging experience I’ve had in years. I couldn’t leave it. Not just yet.
Kara patted my arm. “No honey. You’re not going to get kicked out. If anything happens, it’s going to be to Mr. Arkan here. But, I do have to warn you. If you are pregnant, you would usually belong to Arkan. The problem is we’ve already got a breeder shortage. That means that you would need to perform your service to some of the other warriors and then once you give birth, you would need to be paired with one of them. Fights have already tripled around here. The warriors are simply attacking each other at this point. We can’t take any more of it. Our tribe won’t survive. We thought we could recruit enough to where there wouldn’t be any sharing, but it seems as if some of the ladies have already relinquished their spots.”
“Some left?” Vivica asked.
Kara shrugged. “Last night. Two for medical reasons. The doctor uncovered some major problems that were being hidden with magic or potions, things of that nature. Seven others left during orientation. They didn’t want to participate.”
“How many breeders do you need?” Ten leaving didn’t seem so bad. I mean, there were still eighty women available.
Arkan and Kara exchanged glances. “Ninety”.
“So, there’s already not enough?”
Arkan shook his head sadly. “When I was a warrior, the women in our tribe were five times the men. There were breeding women, women that hunted, and women that raised the children and handled the hospitals. The warriors were also a small proportion of the men. Many men were partnered with their mates for life and had retired. Those couples handled various jobs within the camps. That was back at the peak of our society.”
“What happened?” It sounded quite dangerous that they were going to have women being shared by warriors. What if they fell in love? Doesn’t jealousy play a factor?
“Humans.” Vivica winced. “Population density exploded in humans with their discovery of technology. Trapping bears became shooting bears with guns. And then instead of hunting for food, they began to hunt for sport. We are not violent, at least unless we need to be. Our forefathers didn’t stand a chance.”
“We’ve been trying to repopulate for years, but it’s a vicious cycle. The less babies that are born, the less mating options there are. And of course, less people to hunt. Less food means more babies, and the cycle begins again.”
Kara’s somber face was so out of place with her naked body, I almost laughed out loud. A few minutes ago, we’d all been high on pleasure and dopamine. Now, we’re practically fatalists. “That sounds awful. I’m glad we’re here to help.” I really meant it. There was something about the shapeshifters that I identified with. Shapeshifting wasn’t witchcraft, but it was magic. Usually witches were considered part of the fringe with their sexual desire and behaviors, but shapeshifters were welcoming, and they certainly knew how to bring pleasure. I had to help them. We had to help them.
I grabbed one of Kara’s hands and one of Arkan’s. Nodding to Vivica, I spoke. “Listen. I promise you. We’re here to stay. And we’re going to do our best. We’re not shapeshifters, but we can do this.” Vivica nodded her head vigorously. Her hair was a wet mess and her cheeks were flushed. She looked halfway to fainting. We were certainly going to have to toughen her up. Her right breast had a mark that looked like a blooming bruise and her torso was covered in light scratches. She had some adjusting to do, sure. But could a human possibly survive the taxing breeding schedule of the shapeshifters’ clan? I mean, we were only on orientation day and already I was experiencing something new. Vivica had never been with a woman before she met me and now she’d been in her first foursome. What else could be waiting down the line for us?
“Well, it’s safe to say you both passed your orientation. Should we get cleaned up and then go for a walk? I’ll introduce you to some of the warriors and show you around a bit more.”
“That sounds great. Where is the shower gel? Or did we use it all.” Vivica giggled.
“I think we’ve used up all of the water in the damn camp.” I noticed that the water jets were still on.
“You’ll find that shapeshifters have a way of making do.” Arkan winked and waved. All of the water stopped. He waved again. The water began to pour from the jets again.
“That’s awesome!” Vivica tried it. Nothing happened. “Well. I guess I’ll learn how eventually.” That was doubtful. But I guess it wouldn’t harm her to believe it.