The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Thank you.”

I went home with Conor and Brigitte. Why did I feel so bad, like my puppy died?

******

Eva stayed for a week after I made the video, helping with some of the wedding planning. She had arranged a place to stay with a girlfriend and she moved in with her, as soon as Lance was served with the divorce paperwork. Dani told me my video of Eva’s gang bang had been a wild success. Lance was served with the divorce paperwork and started watching the video while at work. He’d been so stupefied while watching his wife take a constant progression of big black cocks, he hadn’t noticed the people crowding behind him to watch, and he quickly became a laughingstock. Apparently, someone asked the skank if it was true he had a mini-dick, and she confirmed it wasn’t very big. After Eva sent a photo of a positive pregnancy test, and promised to send the video to all of his friends and family if he didn’t sign the divorce paperwork, he agreed to the divorce, since she wasn’t trying to take him to the cleaners. She even let him keep the house while she moved to wooded, rural Western Massachusetts where she had two male wolves, one black, and one white as bodyguards/lovers.

Our planning for our family road trip had gone well, except we decided to do it in the reverse of the original way it was conceived, so we got to Dani’s parents first so they could assist in some of the planning for the wedding since they were paying for it. We planned to leave three weeks after Eva went home.

I spent another weekend as Quinn’s submissive, which I’ll get to in a minute, the same participants as my last one. While there on Friday night, before my submission started Saturday morning, Quinn showed me photos of the paintings Gretchen had sent for him to choose from. He chose all three of the ones I’d liked. The one of me alone on the rocks by the little tree, looking back toward the house, the one of me standing with my hand on the head of the wolf seated beside me looking out at the ocean, and lastly, the one of me seated before a fireplace, naked, with my hand over my lightly swelling belly. It had a Madonna like quality, yet was so far from my actual personality, given how I’d taken to sex with wolves.

As Quinn was showing me that one, he put his hand over my now larger belly and asked, “Is this baby mine?”

“It’s certainly possible, Quinn, but you know Brigitte got pregnant from sperm still in her body one and a half to two days before she became fertile. Everyone who had sex with me the last three days I was fertile could be the father. I’d say you had the largest single chance of being the father, but not larger than the aggregate of all the others put together. Let’s say a thirty-five to forty percent chance. It might have been higher if you hadn’t wasted sperm in my ass and mouth instead of my pussy because you were pissy about being the last wolf. Rene probably has a twenty-five to thirty percent chance, and the other three wolves would split the remainder. It’s all guesswork.”

“Would you ever give me exclusive breeding rights so I knew for sure a puppy was mine?”

“That’s up the pack leader. I signed the contract with the pack, not you. Seems like you might want to suck up to Rene if you want exclusive breeding rights.”

“That remedy doesn’t have quite the ‘no fucking way’ factor it used to. He’s changed.”

“He didn’t change, Quinn. You were the one who changed. Every wolf likes you more than they used to. You were a surly lobo for the longest time. I suspect if you weren’t so valuable to the pack for your hunting and tracking attributes, you would have been banished. Rene had to balance your value to the pack against your behavior, just as he balanced Phillipe’s value as a breeder against his cowardice. He removed him from tracking duties because he was a coward, but still needed him seducing women into having puppies.”

“No doubt that prick was good at seducing women. He had Brigitte wrapped around his finger. She was blind to his faults.”

“Love is blind, wolf. You seem to care for me and I’m fat.”

“Not fat, pregnant. Big difference. Besides, you’re still not fat enough I can’t fuck you in the missionary position.”

“Only because you can hold yourself up on your arms forever.”

Quinn laughed. “Okay, you got me there.”

“Eva said she had a great time with you.”

I must not have given off the right vibe when I said that. Quinn asked, “Wasn’t she supposed to?”

“Of course. I wanted you to. You know, anything, so you don’t focus on me that much.”

“I’ll be focusing on you this weekend.”

“You’re supposed to. This weekend, you’re my Master and I’m your submissive, so it’s to be expected. It’s the rest of the time. I worry about you. You’re over a hundred and thirty and haven’t found a mate yet.”

“I still expect to live another 170 years. Not sure I want a ball and chain for more than a hundred or so. Do you want to talk about what’s going to happen this weekend, or would you like to be surprised?”

“Only talk about something if it’s going to be different than what we did before.”

“There’s a lot that will be different, but there won’t be any new people. We’ll be going out to dinner tomorrow night. You will be wearing something scandalous, something that will make people keep their eyes on you. While out at dinner, you’ll be wearing a sex toy in your pussy. While we’re dining, I’m going to make you orgasm. As I said last time you were my pet, you’ll need to ask for permission to cum this time. Expect you’ll need to ask while there’s other people around us. Any time you orgasm without asking for permission, or receiving it, you’ll be punished, when it becomes convenient to do so. That rule will apply for the balance of your submission this weekend. Expect to have a rosy posterior, much of the time.”

From the moment he discussed going out to dinner in an outfit that would keep people’s eyes on me and I’d be climaxing in public, I moistened. Not moistened, juiced would be a better word. Worse yet, Quinn smelled it. I couldn’t hide my arousal from him. If I couldn’t, why fight it.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I don’t think I slept four hours the rest of the evening and the night. As soon as I emptied his balls, it seemed he was hard again and filling me. Pussy, mouth, and ass; no orifice was ignored. I’d cleansed my bottom, and I happily cleaned his cock, no matter which hole he pulled out of. I tasted my pussy and ass multiple times on his prick.

I was shameless. I was starving for him. I begged and pleaded for his fat cock. I begged him to put it anywhere he wanted, and he wanted it all. He must have drunk a quart of the semen he left in me, attempting to keep me clean.

When I woke up the next morning, his collar was already locked around my neck, cuffs around my wrists and ankles. As soon as I opened my eyes, he cuffed my wrists together behind my back.

“Pleasure your Master,” Quinn said. “Use only your mouth.”

I awkwardly maneuvered my body around to suck his cock, but he moved his prick. I moved again to take it in my mouth and he moved it again. He might be able to move the head of his prick by waving it around, but his balls were another story. I ignored his cock and began sucking on his hairy balls. Within five minutes, he gave up all pretense of trying to keep his prick from me, and I finished sucking him off until he exploded in my mouth for the first time today.

We went to the kitchen for breakfast meeting the other three who were having coffee, waiting for Quinn before using his kitchen. Quinn told me to suck off the other two wolves and lick Brigitte to two orgasms. I started with Matt, and he was easy. It took no time at all to extract his cum. Conor was a little more difficult because he was more experienced, but ten minutes later, I was slurping down his semen.

I moved to Brigitte. I began licking her.

“I want you to look at me as you lick me,” Brigitte said. “That’s right,” she said as I shifted my eyes upward. “You may nod or shake your head to answer my questions, as long as you keep your lips on my pussy.”

I nodded, and kept licking.

“Was last night the best fucking of your life?” I nodded, easy to answer that. Anything else would have been a lie of epic proportions. “Do you like being Quinn’s submissive slut?” I nodded again. Another easy one. “Would you wear Quinn’s marks?”

I didn’t know what she meant, so I didn’t know how to answer. I shrugged my shoulders, raising my eyebrows in question.

“Wearing his marks means having a tattoo placed on your body signifying your status in his life, perhaps even getting pierced, either your tits or pussy or both. Something that says ‘Quinn’s slut’, that won’t be as easy to take off as your collar?”

Fuck! My cunt just got wetter. I still didn’t know how to answer. While my heart screamed yes, my mind had the completely opposite opinion. I shrugged and kept licking. Even though the thought of wearing his marks made me horny as hell, actually doing so was scary.

“Would you wear a temporary tattoo or non-piercing jewelry to signify your submission to Quinn?”

I nodded again. I could see doing so.

“Quinn, don’t say I never did anything for you,” Brigitte said. “Mark her before she goes on her road trip, so her friends and family see she’s agreed to be your slut.”

I knew Quinn’s answer by how he raised my hips off the floor and plunged his cock into my molten cunt, with me climaxing as he entered me.

“Five swats,” Quinn said, fucking his slut.

After that, I tried not to cum, had to try hard, since every time I asked for permission, he wouldn’t give it. The punishment kept piling up. I climaxed five more times before he splashed my pussy walls with a huge load of cum. He made Matt clean me out and I had another orgasm from that I was so primed. Seven times five – thirty-five, and it wasn’t even nine yet.

I climaxed three more times as he fed me. Up to fifty now.

The meal over, he put my over his lap with the others watching. Having three other wolves watch me get spanked was also strangely arousing. For some reason, I started to understand Carl a little more. His submission was obviously arousing to him, just as mine was to me.”Thank you.”

I went home with Conor and Brigitte. Why did I feel so bad, like my puppy died?

******

Eva stayed for a week after I made the video, helping with some of the wedding planning. She had arranged a place to stay with a girlfriend and she moved in with her, as soon as Lance was served with the divorce paperwork. Dani told me my video of Eva’s gang bang had been a wild success. Lance was served with the divorce paperwork and started watching the video while at work. He’d been so stupefied while watching his wife take a constant progression of big black cocks, he hadn’t noticed the people crowding behind him to watch, and he quickly became a laughingstock. Apparently, someone asked the skank if it was true he had a mini-dick, and she confirmed it wasn’t very big. After Eva sent a photo of a positive pregnancy test, and promised to send the video to all of his friends and family if he didn’t sign the divorce paperwork, he agreed to the divorce, since she wasn’t trying to take him to the cleaners. She even let him keep the house while she moved to wooded, rural Western Massachusetts where she had two male wolves, one black, and one white as bodyguards/lovers.

Our planning for our family road trip had gone well, except we decided to do it in the reverse of the original way it was conceived, so we got to Dani’s parents first so they could assist in some of the planning for the wedding since they were paying for it. We planned to leave three weeks after Eva went home.

I spent another weekend as Quinn’s submissive, which I’ll get to in a minute, the same participants as my last one. While there on Friday night, before my submission started Saturday morning, Quinn showed me photos of the paintings Gretchen had sent for him to choose from. He chose all three of the ones I’d liked. The one of me alone on the rocks by the little tree, looking back toward the house, the one of me standing with my hand on the head of the wolf seated beside me looking out at the ocean, and lastly, the one of me seated before a fireplace, naked, with my hand over my lightly swelling belly. It had a Madonna like quality, yet was so far from my actual personality, given how I’d taken to sex with wolves.

As Quinn was showing me that one, he put his hand over my now larger belly and asked, “Is this baby mine?”

“It’s certainly possible, Quinn, but you know Brigitte got pregnant from sperm still in her body one and a half to two days before she became fertile. Everyone who had sex with me the last three days I was fertile could be the father. I’d say you had the largest single chance of being the father, but not larger than the aggregate of all the others put together. Let’s say a thirty-five to forty percent chance. It might have been higher if you hadn’t wasted sperm in my ass and mouth instead of my pussy because you were pissy about being the last wolf. Rene probably has a twenty-five to thirty percent chance, and the other three wolves would split the remainder. It’s all guesswork.”

“Would you ever give me exclusive breeding rights so I knew for sure a puppy was mine?”

“That’s up the pack leader. I signed the contract with the pack, not you. Seems like you might want to suck up to Rene if you want exclusive breeding rights.”

“That remedy doesn’t have quite the ‘no fucking way’ factor it used to. He’s changed.”

“He didn’t change, Quinn. You were the one who changed. Every wolf likes you more than they used to. You were a surly lobo for the longest time. I suspect if you weren’t so valuable to the pack for your hunting and tracking attributes, you would have been banished. Rene had to balance your value to the pack against your behavior, just as he balanced Phillipe’s value as a breeder against his cowardice. He removed him from tracking duties because he was a coward, but still needed him seducing women into having puppies.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“No doubt that prick was good at seducing women. He had Brigitte wrapped around his finger. She was blind to his faults.”

“Love is blind, wolf. You seem to care for me and I’m fat.”

“Not fat, pregnant. Big difference. Besides, you’re still not fat enough I can’t fuck you in the missionary position.”

“Only because you can hold yourself up on your arms forever.”

Quinn laughed. “Okay, you got me there.”

“Eva said she had a great time with you.”

I must not have given off the right vibe when I said that. Quinn asked, “Wasn’t she supposed to?”

“Of course. I wanted you to. You know, anything, so you don’t focus on me that much.”

“I’ll be focusing on you this weekend.”

“You’re supposed to. This weekend, you’re my Master and I’m your submissive, so it’s to be expected. It’s the rest of the time. I worry about you. You’re over a hundred and thirty and haven’t found a mate yet.”

“I still expect to live another 170 years. Not sure I want a ball and chain for more than a hundred or so. Do you want to talk about what’s going to happen this weekend, or would you like to be surprised?”

“Only talk about something if it’s going to be different than what we did before.”

“There’s a lot that will be different, but there won’t be any new people. We’ll be going out to dinner tomorrow night. You will be wearing something scandalous, something that will make people keep their eyes on you. While out at dinner, you’ll be wearing a sex toy in your pussy. While we’re dining, I’m going to make you orgasm. As I said last time you were my pet, you’ll need to ask for permission to cum this time. Expect you’ll need to ask while there’s other people around us. Any time you orgasm without asking for permission, or receiving it, you’ll be punished, when it becomes convenient to do so. That rule will apply for the balance of your submission this weekend. Expect to have a rosy posterior, much of the time.”

From the moment he discussed going out to dinner in an outfit that would keep people’s eyes on me and I’d be climaxing in public, I moistened. Not moistened, juiced would be a better word. Worse yet, Quinn smelled it. I couldn’t hide my arousal from him. If I couldn’t, why fight it.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I don’t think I slept four hours the rest of the evening and the night. As soon as I emptied his balls, it seemed he was hard again and filling me. Pussy, mouth, and ass; no orifice was ignored. I’d cleansed my bottom, and I happily cleaned his cock, no matter which hole he pulled out of. I tasted my pussy and ass multiple times on his prick.

I was shameless. I was starving for him. I begged and pleaded for his fat cock. I begged him to put it anywhere he wanted, and he wanted it all. He must have drunk a quart of the semen he left in me, attempting to keep me clean.

When I woke up the next morning, his collar was already locked around my neck, cuffs around my wrists and ankles. As soon as I opened my eyes, he cuffed my wrists together behind my back.

“Pleasure your Master,” Quinn said. “Use only your mouth.”

I awkwardly maneuvered my body around to suck his cock, but he moved his prick. I moved again to take it in my mouth and he moved it again. He might be able to move the head of his prick by waving it around, but his balls were another story. I ignored his cock and began sucking on his hairy balls. Within five minutes, he gave up all pretense of trying to keep his prick from me, and I finished sucking him off until he exploded in my mouth for the first time today.

We went to the kitchen for breakfast meeting the other three who were having coffee, waiting for Quinn before using his kitchen. Quinn told me to suck off the other two wolves and lick Brigitte to two orgasms. I started with Matt, and he was easy. It took no time at all to extract his cum. Conor was a little more difficult because he was more experienced, but ten minutes later, I was slurping down his semen.

I moved to Brigitte. I began licking her.

“I want you to look at me as you lick me,” Brigitte said. “That’s right,” she said as I shifted my eyes upward. “You may nod or shake your head to answer my questions, as long as you keep your lips on my pussy.”

I nodded, and kept licking.

“Was last night the best fucking of your life?” I nodded, easy to answer that. Anything else would have been a lie of epic proportions. “Do you like being Quinn’s submissive slut?” I nodded again. Another easy one. “Would you wear Quinn’s marks?”

I didn’t know what she meant, so I didn’t know how to answer. I shrugged my shoulders, raising my eyebrows in question.

“Wearing his marks means having a tattoo placed on your body signifying your status in his life, perhaps even getting pierced, either your tits or pussy or both. Something that says ‘Quinn’s slut’, that won’t be as easy to take off as your collar?”

Fuck! My cunt just got wetter. I still didn’t know how to answer. While my heart screamed yes, my mind had the completely opposite opinion. I shrugged and kept licking. Even though the thought of wearing his marks made me horny as hell, actually doing so was scary.

“Would you wear a temporary tattoo or non-piercing jewelry to signify your submission to Quinn?”

I nodded again. I could see doing so.

“Quinn, don’t say I never did anything for you,” Brigitte said. “Mark her before she goes on her road trip, so her friends and family see she’s agreed to be your slut.”

I knew Quinn’s answer by how he raised my hips off the floor and plunged his cock into my molten cunt, with me climaxing as he entered me.

“Five swats,” Quinn said, fucking his slut.

After that, I tried not to cum, had to try hard, since every time I asked for permission, he wouldn’t give it. The punishment kept piling up. I climaxed five more times before he splashed my pussy walls with a huge load of cum. He made Matt clean me out and I had another orgasm from that I was so primed. Seven times five – thirty-five, and it wasn’t even nine yet.

I climaxed three more times as he fed me. Up to fifty now.

The meal over, he put my over his lap with the others watching. Having three other wolves watch me get spanked was also strangely arousing. For some reason, I started to understand Carl a little more. His submission was obviously arousing to him, just as mine was to me.