This is a concept that I toyed around with, and as such I’m not sure how serious I am about it.

All characters that will be in erotic situations will follow the guidelines (I.E. Main character is nineteen years of age).

Should story progress to need more characters, story will be edited to accommodate, also edits and world building will come in increments and shift previous chapters to match.

Try not to be too mad please.

Your name is Remus Rune, and you’re a werewolf.

No, not some mangy mutt who hides out in a secret pack in the forest like savages, you have cities and structures, other anthropomorphic animals. No one knew how it happened. Like a fairy tale, that once upon a time people got animal features; a tail and furry ears there, a new furry coat, capable of having retractable claws here, still being humanoid for the most part. It’s really done nothing to affect people too much, so really who cares? It happened centuries ago and some of the benefits were neat, so everyone more or less shrugged and moved on with their lives.

You’re apparently a pureblood, the only son of the ‘main’ branch of some aged bloodline, which makes who you marry a big deal.

It’s kinda important.

So basically you have to deal with an arranged marriage for stronger or more well-respected offspring, something you weren’t very keen on.

Don’t get it wrong.

You definitely wanted to be a dad one day, but why not be with the woman you loved? You didn’t even think people still did arranged marriages anymore! You had argued long and hard without your parents and even now you had loud arguments between them as you refused to meet anyone as you were only in love in one girl, and frankly that love had been made since you were children.

Yeah, your parents didn’t imagine letting you mingle with everyone so you would be relatively normal, would come back to bite them in the ass that hard.

She was kind, loving, and a bit of a hard-head, but she was everything you wanted. You had played together, grown up together, and fell for each other hard. Then came the news of your ‘need to serve your duty and take a wife’ and you balked. You brought up her name to your parents they had scoffed; to them she wasn’t anywhere near good enough.

Too undistinguished in lineage.

Too...

Normal.

But you insisted that this wasn’t the times of kings and queens and blood really mattering all that much in the grand scheme of things.

But the bigotry of beings remained no matter what form it took or how it was judged. Didn’t humans have to deal with shit centuries ago or people in India with the whole caste system and shit? Wasn’t this America and some crap? The part of you that hates your parents for letting you taste freedom to yank it away is vindictively pleased at their annoyance and dissappointment. Regardless, you do love them as much as they love you. Your parents went out of their way to make you as comfortable as possible. They didn’t let you laze about and helped you get all the education you need. They gave you all that they had and more, but they lacked one thing you craved.

A love for their spouse.

They weren’t cold towards each other, but you could tell they weren’t in love with each other.

As far as you knew? They never had been; it was a union of convenience to both of your extended family.

You were desperate to marry whoever you fall in love with, because when you were confronted by one of your class...

It nearly broke you.

This year was supposed to be one of general routine, you wake up, go to university, work a bit on business classes, hopefully sneak some time for you unapproved lover, reject marriage offers and hope your parent’s resistances are being worn down so they give in, finally rinse and repeat.

Oh, how you wish you were right.