The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

In the meantime, Quinn hadn’t lost his erection. If anything, he seemed harder. I had several more orgasms before I felt his hot white cream spray my baby burdened womb. A couple more as his knot dissipated. I continued stroking him until I felt him withdraw. Then his tongue lapped at the mess of my groin, giving me another orgasm. He shifted, and stood over me, an oak tree of a man, still half hard. He smiled at me and I melted some more.

Sabrina and Tanya each signed up for four puppies and Jan signed up for two, realizing with the human she carried now, she was already having three children. She left it open for more in the future.

“Can Matt and I mate?” Jan asked me.

“It’s rare, Jan, but it does happen,” I said. “Before you decide if it’s something you really want to do, I want you to think of the consequences. Matt is eleven years old, with roughly another 290 years to live. When you’re fifty, Matt will only look a couple years older than he does now. When you die, he’ll look like he’s perhaps thirty. The baby you have inside of you now, will die before Matt is a hundred. It’s grandchildren and great grandchildren may die before Matt starts to look old. You’d probably have to move constantly as people around you see you age, but your mate remains the same. You can only pretend you robbed the cradle for so long.

“Your children wouldn’t see their father age, even as they grew old. If he didn’t abandon his family at a certain age, they’d need to be told about werewolves. The same with your family. They might not ever be able to see you again, because they’d know something was wrong with your mate. You might have ten good years with him, where people can think he’s well preserved for his age, but at some point, it’s going to fall apart because you’ll be so different. He might be able to visit you at times as you age, as a young gigolo you hired for sex. That’s not even considering something like you get in a car crash and he miraculously heals while you’re crippled.

“As much as you love Matt now, you might even start to resent him because you become an old person, and he remains the young vibrant wolf you first met. It’s why human/wolf matings are so rare, because they’re so complicated. You’re better off finding a human who wouldn’t mind you having some sex on the side, and keep Matt as your side piece. Grow old with someone else, and fuck around with wolves. What you do is up to you, but realize it’s never going to be easy for you. Probably the only way it’s ever truly successful, is if you disappear in the wilderness somewhere, and never have your own children, and never see another human. That’s the kind of life you’d have to live.”

Jan looked at Matt. He nodded sadly. “She’s not lying, Jan. I love you to pieces, and I’d love to be with you as long as you live, but she’s telling you the truth. That’s the reality of it. If I were two hundred and seventy right now, marrying you as an old wolf, but as perhaps a sixty year old man, we might have some chance at success, but the rest is all true.”

She started crying and Matt put his arms around her. That was a tough reality for a young person in love.

“You’ll never mate with me, will you?” Quinn asked after listening to my explanation.

“No, but I’m willing to fuck around a lot, at least until I do find marriageable material.” I smiled at him.

“I guess I need to be satisfied with what I get.”

“Don’t we all.”

“Can I fuck you?” Sabrina asked Quinn.

“I’d love to accommodate you,” Quinn replied, “but I have to fuck Dani in front of her fiancé tonight. You’ll need to come too, Jess. You’ve got the key to his cock cage.”

“I can recommend any of the wolves, except perhaps Matt,” I said, “because he seems busy right now.” He was currently canoodling with his girl. “You’re welcome to fuck Conor, and if you’re really adventurous, add a second wolf, male or female. Having someone lick your clit while some nice thick cock is plugging your pussy, is out of this world good. If you’re still here tomorrow morning, he might have some time for you. I plan to keep him busy tonight.”

“That does sound fun. I think I’m going to enjoy this breeding stuff.”

“I certainly do,” I laughed, “and getting paid for it to boot.”

Before we went next door, Rene thanked me for once again coming up with some breeders for the pack.

“Ten more puppies, Jessica. I can’t tell you how thrilled I’ve been to know you.”

“And he’s not talking in the biblical sense,” Sasha said, laughing, “though he’s enjoyed that too. You’re a lucky wolf, Quinn. Keep this one satisfied.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Sasha patted his cheek. “I really think you will, wolf.”

We dressed to go next door. It was the first time I’d been there since before I fucked him. It was a lot cleaner than it used to be. I suspected Dani had a hand in that.

Quinn made Carl suck him hard, probably tasting my juices on his cock as well as Quinn’s wolf cum. After Carl undressed Dani, and presented her to Quinn, asking him to fuck her, he picked her up and set her on his rampant cock, fucking her up in the air for ten minutes, before carrying her to Carl’s bed and fucking the shit out of her while Carl squirmed in pain from his cage. He fucked her for thirty minutes after taking her to bed. I lost track of the number of orgasms Dani had. She cried and begged for her Master’s cock the whole time he fucked her.

Quinn eventually left a huge mess in Dani’s pussy. “Who’s pussy is this?” Quinn said, spurt after spurt of semen throbbing into her cunt.

“Your pussy, Master. Only yours.”

“Damn straight it’s only my pussy, Slut.” He pulled out, his dick soaked in their combined fluids. “Clean off my cock, cuckold, then lick up the mess in my pussy.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carl obeyed, doing an excellent job of both.

“Not bad, cuck. Give me his key, Jessica.”

“Yes, sir.” I handed him the key. He gave it to Dani.

“Unlock his cage and let him fuck you.”

“I can’t feel his tiny dick, Master. Please don’t make me fuck him.”

“Just for arguing with me, fuck him, suck his cock off to another orgasm, then suck him hard enough to fuck you again, before you lock him up again.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry for arguing with you.”

“Cuckold show me the bed you made for me tonight, so I can fuck my other slut.”

“Yes, sir. Right this way sir, and thank you, sir, for letting me fuck my fiancée, sir.”

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“Yes, sir.”

He showed us his spare bedroom. His house was roughly a mirror image of mine, except two bedroom instead of three.

Quinn undressed me.

“Master,” I said, “I want to be fucked just like you fucked your other slut, sir.”

“Standing up?”

“Lying down is good, sir. Just make sure it lasts as long, and is just as thorough, Master, for I’m a horny little slut who needs a good fucking every so often to make sure she behaves, sir.”

Quinn fucked me for an hour, and I screamed his name just as much and just as loud as his other slut had. He fucked me until I squirted, the bastard, soaking the bed. This was now, the best fucking I ever experienced. Wet spot or not, I slept the sleep of the dead.

It was a work day, and Carl had to leave for work early. Dani and I had breakfast cereal, while Quinn scarfed up some sausage.

“Thanks, Quinn,” Dani said. “Carl had a wonderful time last night.”

“Did you?”

“God, yes. That was a primo fucking you laid on me before you turned me over to Carl. Sounded like your other slut enjoyed hers too. Did you, slut?”

“I’m still sore. What do you think?”

“I think if Quinn has anything left, and those teenagers are still hanging around, Quinn needs to give them what for.”

“Do you still have anything left, Master?”

Okay, I have to admit the ‘Master’ was a little saucy, but did he have to spank my bare ass ten times? Apparently so, because he did. It wasn’t bad though. My pussy felt almost as warm as my ass did. And his cock was just as hard as last night, scenting me. He didn’t fuck me again though. Instead, we went back to my place and he laid one on both Tanya and Sabrina. They weren’t as used to big cocks as I was, and walked a little bowlegged back to their car for the trip back to Portland.

I kissed Quinn and Matt goodbye, and they left. I heard through the grapevine that three days after he was at our house, Jason disappeared, never to be heard of again. Stupid boy. Sabrina didn’t miss him even if his family did. As I recount this narrative, she’s currently working on her sixth puppy. She’s getting paid $300, 000 for the fifth and sixth, no bonus. Talk about a puppy mill.