The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Bring this one with you tomorrow,” Nat said, holding one that seemed to show a wolf spirit flowing out of an Indian woman. “Sasha will buy one like it. You might make another ten to twenty sales.”

“You really like them?” Gretchen said.

“Love them,” Nat said, “or I wouldn’t be paying five thousand for one. It’s really more than Daphne and I should afford, but I have to have one.”

“For helping to promote my work here in New England, I’ll sell it at half price.”

“Then I’ll take two,” Nat said, laughing. “I’ll see if I can get one of them promoted at an art gallery I know in Boston.”

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After the second helping, everyone got dressed and left. We kept the leftover food for tomorrow, and soon retired. Almost all of us had had enough sex for the night, but Ingrid still licked Gretchen and me to three amazing orgasms apiece before we fell asleep in a warm pile of feminine limbs. I felt wonderful.

******

The next morning, it being Thursday, there were no classes. We decided to do our run at the compound, and Conor and Ingrid climbed into the back of the Jeep as wolves for the drive. They were licking each other in the back, as wolves do. Brigitte drove, the most familiar with the way. As soon as we turned onto the dirt road leading to the compound, we had six wolves running alongside the SUV.

When we pulled into the compound, there were close to two dozen wolves there, most of them in their human forms, and dressed. Ingrid and Conor shifted back to humans as soon as they got out of the back. Rene and Sasha were waiting outside to greet us. Brigitte introduced all of us to them and the other wolves. Ingrid had to lick Sasha while Rene fucked her as her submission to their authority while she was in New England. Rene didn’t fuck her to completion, although both Sasha and Ingrid came once, Ingrid on Rene’s cock. After the fucking, she was smelled by all of the other wolves. Ingrid informed Rene of the two rogue wolves she’d run across at the rest stop, and thanked the New England pack for Lisette’s protection from being raped.

“Let’s put Quinn on those two next week,” Sasha said. “Would you like to help hunt them down, Ingrid?”

“I’d love to, but Jessica has arranged a road trip for us beginning Monday.”

“Rene, since there will be seven of us going on the road trip,” I said. “We were hoping to borrow one of the big Suburbans while I have my guests.”

“Of course, Jessica. If you give me the keys to the Jeep, I’ll have one of them detailed for you. You can take it today,” Rene said. Brigitte handed him the keys.

“Thank you, sir. We didn’t have a chance to run before coming. If possible, we’d love to stretch our legs before lunch. My Mom runs as well. A good ten mile run would be nice if someone could show us the way.”

“I’ll go with you,” Sasha said.

“Before you run,” Gretchen said, “Nathaniel said I was to show you one of my paintings. He said you’d really like it.”

“Of course.”

Gretchen took it out of the Jeep and handed it to Sasha.

“My God, this is beautiful,” Sasha said. “How much to get one similar?”

“For you, Ma’am, I’ll paint another for you for free, for helping to look after Jessica.”

“Sasha, why don’t you take this one. I’ve got another painting at my house,” I said. “I can wait to get the next one she paints.”

“How much for any other ones I’d like to get?” Sasha asked.

“I’ve sold two others for five thousand apiece,” Gretchen said.

“I’d like at least two more similar to this one, Gretchen, at that price. Just send me some photos of your finished works and I’ll pick out the ones I want.”

Before she went back to Wisconsin, Gretchen had orders for fifteen more of her paintings, seventy-five thousand dollars worth of art.

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We had a good run, and Sasha was surprised my mother ran right with us. There were a good half dozen wolves who ran as humans, and another half dozen who ran with us as wolves, although they were constantly circling and running outliers to check on anything they scented. Rene didn’t want his mate harmed in any way, and quite a few were her honor guard.

“Does Rene worry about your safety?” I asked, puffing a little, more than the wolves anyway.

“It’s possible some rogues would try taking me,” Sasha replied. “Not so much to breed me, but perhaps extorting Rene to let some wolves back into the pack. We don’t do all that well on our own, and wolves who are excommunicated would love to get back in the pack.”

“Would they ever seek another pack?”

“Occasionally, they can get accepted into another pack, but mostly they’ll form mongrel packs of their own, but they usually don’t have substantial numbers, and seldom have enough bitches for sex. It’s usually males who are outcast. Bitches tend to be more compliant.”

“Are you the equal of Rene in pack hierarchy?”

“In some matters, I’m superior. In others, he is. Most critical decisions are made by us both. I’m definitely the top bitch, and he’s definitely the top male, but the rest kind of shifts back and forth.”

“If another bitch won a challenge with you for the top, would Rene need to mate with her?”

“Rene will always be mated to me, but I’d be cut out of decision making. Rene and the new bitch would make the decisions. I’d have to offer obeisance to her if she demanded it. She probably would on a frequent basis after I’m deposed, to keep me in my place. When I’ve grown to accept her leadership, it would wane. Rene would have sex with her, but likely never more sex than he has with me. That would defeat the entire purpose of mating. Except for death, or excommunication from the pack, we tend to mate for life.”

“You can get excommunicated?”

“Or ‘banished’ would be a better word for it. Everyone can. Rene and I can do it on our own for other pack members. It would take a supermajority of the wolves to banish either of us. Generally, it would occur if we didn’t keep the pack’s needs ahead of our own. At the moment, there’s almost no way that would occur, thanks mostly to you.”

“Me,” surprised.

“The pack has at least sixteen new puppies to look forward to, Jess, including the two Martha promised, and not even the other two you’ve promised us, but haven’t contracted for. We’re lucky to get sixteen puppies in ten years, let alone contractual agreements for sixteen in six months. A lot of wolves are getting a chance to breed a puppy.”

“Has Martha been set up with breeders?”

“Not necessary. She’s already pregnant. It won’t be a puppy, but she’s pregnant. When we sent a couple wolves over to set up her breeding, they shifted, and could tell she was knocked up from when she was in Maine. She and Douglas have a live in bodyguard, not for her human pregnancy, but to fulfill Douglas’s cuckold fantasies. His name is Adam. He sleeps in their bed and fucks her several times a day, although they’ve told their families he’s a boarder they’ve taken in for extra income.”

“Is he black?”

“How did you know?”

“When Douglas and Martha first chose a wolf for sex, they chose Nat. When Conor said it was possible she could get pregnant, and the odds were over 50% it could be one of Nat’s, I suggested a possible out as a story, if for some reason she delivered a biracial child. It probably makes them more comfortable knowing they’ve got a way to explain one away, although if both of her children are biracial, there’s no way to get around that.”

Sasha laughed. “I’m so looking forward to spending Saturday night with you.”

“I am too. You’re so fucking sexy. I wanted to have sex with you when Rene wasn’t trying to knock me up, just us girls.”

“He’ll give us privacy that night, find another wolf to have sex with.”

“Have you heard how Quinn’s preparations are going?” I asked.

“Not a peep. I do know a dozen wolves are at his house almost every single day, but I have no clue how good they’re going to be.”

We had a nice lunch together before going back home in one of the Suburbans. Nobody had to ride as a wolf in the luggage area.