Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
In this werewolf tale I cook up a perpetual stew of kink, including cuckolding, domination, submission, hotwife, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and incest... but not a lot of graphic detail during the sex.
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Smoove pack territory. After having a disagreement with his Alpha father Jay Smoove went to see the pack's Shaman Arlik Bowery.
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Jay was sitting on the small porch of his Tiny House waiting for him to come out there so they could talk. When the Shaman joined him he was carrying a 12 ounce cup in each hand.
"Jay my boy, condolences and all that on missing out on getting your cut of the Alpha's money," said the Shaman as he gave one of the cups to him.
"How did you know about that?" asked Jay.
"Your mother told me," replied the Shaman.
"Hm," went Jay as he raised an eyebrow.
"What's this?" he asked after he glanced at the clear liquid inside of the cup.
"Gin and tonic," responded the Shaman.
"You know I don't drink alcohol," Jay reminded him.
"Yeah, but you look like you could use a drank," said the Shaman.
Jay took a sip, then made an ugly face until the unpleasant taste faded a bit.
"It's not that bad," insisted the Shaman.
"If you don't want it just hold on to it until I finish this one and I'll drink it myself," said the Shaman before taking a swig from his cup. "Ahh, that's good.... So tell me how you're feeling... What's on your mind?"
"I can't believe that father didn't give me a trust fund like he did for my brothers and sisters.... It's my right to have one," stated Jay.
"Apparently it isn't," countered the Shaman.
"Why is father denying me my birthright?" asked Jay.
The Shaman took another sip of his Tom Collins while looking over the rim of the cup at him as he thought about what he should say. He could tell him the truth that he wasn't the Alpha's biological son and he wasn't going to be an Alpha, or he could tell him one of his famous fanciful stories. It was an easy decision; there was no need to hurt Jay, plus he liked that everyone believed he actually talked with Luna. He then spoke casually as though he was personal friends with her saying, "Jay my boy, I drank a few of these last night right before I had a vision in which I talked with Luna about your future."
"Did she say anything about my mate?" asked Jay anxiously.
"Um, no, not exactly, but she did say that you should leave the pack and go make a life for yourself. She said that you should find a job."
Jay looked at him as though he'd grown a third eye in the center of his forehead, and then he said, "A job... A job.... A job," as though he'd been insulted.
"Yes, a job," responded the Shaman while glaring at him.
"I'm meant to be an Alpha, not some nondescript omega. What does Luna have to do with anything in my life other than providing a mate for me anyway?"
"I'm sure that she was just trying to help you," said the Shaman, then he turned up the cup of gin and tonic before taking a different approach. "Look, you have a degree in engineering. You supervised the omegas when they renovated the Alpha's mansion. You can do anything from starting a construction company to being a handyman. If I were you that's how I'd make money.
Hmm," said Jay as he rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger while considering what the Shaman had suggested. "Starting a business sounds doable, but I needs my money from my father. I'll ask my mother to talk to him for me.
"Suit yourself," said the Shaman.
"Once I've started a company, I can concentrate on finding my mate," stated Jay as he mapped out his ideal scenario.
"Okay, do it your way. If your mother can get the Alpha to give you some money, good for you," said the Shaman. "And if you get it I suggest that you start your business and have as much fun as possible while you're young. Try to get all the pussy you can instead of being preoccupied with finding your mate and getting tied down for the rest of your life. Know what I mean?"
"Isn't finding our mate the main goal in life for us werewolves?" asked Jay, earnestly.
"Well, technically yes, but Jay my boy, there's a big wide world out there with a lot of women who need the services of a well hung young stud like you," said the worldly old Shaman with a smirk.
"You have a one track mind," said Jay with a laugh.
"I prefer to say that I'm consistent," stated the Shaman with a laugh too.
Jay thanked him for the advice, then he went and talked to his mother.
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After listening to him his mother approached the Alpha and said, "Jacob my Alpha, our son wants to leave our pack and go make a life for himself. If you're not going to give him a trust fund at least give him some money to get started."
"Why should I do that Claire? I raised him as my own, wasn't that enough?" said the bitter old Alpha.