The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Will it be similar to the one you gave me on Friday, Master?”

“Some will be harder, some softer. Eventually, I’ll use a paddle and a whip. We’ll explore your limits.”

Why did Quinn telling me he’d spank me make my pussy gush again. Thankfully, I was in the water, so it wouldn’t be as noticeable. He stayed in the tub with me, holding me as Conor and Brigitte made supper.

He held me, fondled me, kissed me, never letting me go, keeping me close, so close, and I drifted, languid from the steady diet of sex and so many orgasms. The heated water soothed the slight soreness caused by the frequent intrusion of so many large cocks. After a half hour, my jaw was the only thing that still required attention as I couldn’t soak it in the water.

Quinn fed me again at dinner, and no part of me escaped his attentions now that I’d rested. The evidence of my arousal were the three stiff pricks at attention, scenting the bitch in heat. Nothing larger than a finger penetrated me, however, and the orgasms washed away any lingering soreness, though soporific lethargy remained. Supper done, Quinn carried me back to the bedroom, this time alone, no additional wolves to share my body.

I received a massage, one as good as any I’d ever received from a professional and I drifted again, sated, falling asleep, even as Quinn’s big hands rubbed me. I only woke up when his cock penetrated my pussy again, fucking me for twenty minutes before cumming. After cleaning each other, we went to sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark. The bedside clock read 2:34. Quinn’s arms were wrapped around me, the house quiet. I needed to pee, and I was thirsty from fluid loss, cum being insufficient to replace the fluids I’d sweated and fucked away. Wolves were too alert not to wake up if I moved, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to get up.

“Are you okay?” Quinn’s voice asked.

“Call of nature, and thirst. Rest wolf. You worked harder than I did.”

He released me and I took care of my business, drank a glass of water and padded back to bed. He was resting on his side and I slid my arms around him. I found his cock and as soon as I touched it, it stirred, becoming hard.

It had been a long time since I’d given anyone a handjob, having graduated beyond such minor sexual acts some years before, but I was drawn by the heft, length and girth of his cock, so I kept stroking it. He released some pre-cum, providing lubricant for my hand. I felt him shift, and now I was wrapped around a massive wolf, my hands stroking a wolf cock. While I’d had a number of them inside of me, I’d never really touched or explored one before with my hands. It was wetter, warmer, slicker, in my hands, than his human cock was, springing out of a furry sheathe. The shaft was narrower, the head triangular and larger in proportion to the shaft. The pre-cum hotter, like the warm, furred body I had my arms around.

Quinn whimpered and began to shake and I knew his orgasm wasn’t far off. Should I stop, leaving him frustrated, this wolf who’d given me so much pleasure the last day? Should I soak the sheets in the volume of cum I knew his wolf balls carried? Should I let the wolf mount me? He would without question if I knelt for him, yet his knot was already formed and he couldn’t enter me to his full depth.

Instead, I turned him over, one hand remaining on the lupine shaft. I’d told him I’d do this when I was ready, not upon his order. I guess I was ready. I wrapped my lips around the oddly shaped head and sucked, sliding my lips up and down the hot shaft. Quinn howled, all wolf now. My mouth was inundated. I had to swallow, desperately trying to keep up with the flood of cum filling it. I massaged the hairy sack, encouraging the last drop of the life giving nectar to release. My mouth continued sucking until the last spurt of hot cum.

I was about to release it, drained dry, but Quinn shifted again, and it was his human cock my lips caressed, familiar.

“Keep sucking,” he whispered. “Again.”

Quinn stretched out on his back and I rested my head on those magnificent abs and continued sucking. His cock barely shrinking after his release with the oral stimulation I provided. I didn’t try to deep throat him, my jaw still too sore to fit all of his cock down. Rather, I laved the crown and top one or two inches, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head the way a wolf might. He put his hand on my head, but he didn’t try forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, just caressing my head and playing with my hair. It took around fifteen minutes before I felt him swell, and his cock started twitching and flexing moments before I drank his cum again, less this time. I continued sucking and swallowing until he became limp.

He pulled me up and kissed me, his mouth claiming me, his tongue invading me, tasting himself in me.

Releasing his claim, he whispered, “Incredible,” then wrapped me in his arms again, half draped over his body, our legs entangled, and we slept again.

******

As soon as I opened my eyes the next morning, Quinn removed my collar, no longer my Dominant. I’d given him the day I’d promised, though I knew there’d be many more in our time to come. I could no longer deny my attraction to this wolf, this mass of contradictions. I may not be able to mate with him, but I doubted I could ever marry someone who didn’t permit me to keep fucking Quinn. I needed him like I needed air.

Even after he removed my collar, I sucked him back to an erection, then mounted him.

Impaled on his shaft, I looked down into his brown eyes and said, “You’ve regained breeding rights, wolf. There will be other days like this one in our future.”

“So I managed not to piss you off this visit?” Quinn asked.

“Only so far. I haven’t left yet,” I teased.

I rode him for twenty minutes, a nice, slow, unhurried fucking, having regard for the persistent memory of having my pussy stretched too far, for too long, by too many large pricks. Just prior to his orgasm, Quinn put me on my back and drove hard for nine or ten thrusts, making me gasp and cum, just before he filled me. We cleaned each other up, but I suspected his sheets needed to be replaced. As good as wolves were at cleaning up after themselves, this bed had seen a ton of action.

We went for a run, showered, and ate breakfast before leaving Quinn and Matt to their own devices.

The last thing Quinn said before we left, was that we should visit Dani and Carl and I should unlock Carl’s cage and have Conor fuck Dani, while Carl masturbated, then tell Carl he could fuck his fiancée.

“She’ll protest that his cock is too small for her pussy, so you’ll tell her that her Master orders her to let Carl fuck her ass. It’s not too small for that.”

I laughed. “Made plans already for your other slut?”

“You slept longer than I did. I needed to keep busy while waiting for you to wake up. Make sure he’s locked up again after he washes up. Make sure he licks all the cum from her pussy and ass.”

“Yes, Master. Your word is my command.”

He grinned at me. “Your mouth is going to get you in trouble someday.”

“But not today?” I pouted.

He laughed and pushed me out of his house, locking the door behind me.

On the drive back, Brigitte said, “You’ve got the Quinn bug, don’t you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“It’s been obvious since the strip show. Every time you’re around him, you’re pussy flowers and you start excreting ‘I’m available’, pheromones.”

“I can’t hide anything from a wolf, can I?”

“Not that,” Conor said. “I have erections every time you’re around him because you’re in heat.”

“I resemble that remark.”

Returning home, we dropped off our stuff then went to Carl’s. Carl opened the door.

“Dani’s Master knows she needed a good fuck, so Conor is here to nail her good. Her Master said I’m to unlock your prick so you can masturbate as Conor takes care of your future wife.”

Carl led us back to their bedroom.

“Finally, a big cock to fuck,” Dani said. “I’m desperate.”

I unlocked Carl’s cock cage while Conor stripped, his cock already a magnificent hard shaft. Conor fucked Dani in Carl’s bed while Carl jacked off to the handsome wolf fucking his future bride. Conor hadn’t cum yet this morning, so he left a sizable creampie for Carl to clean after a good thirty minute shafting.

“Your Master wants Carl to fuck you now, slut.”

“His dick is too small. I won’t be able to feel him inside of me after Conor’s big prick,” Dani said, right on cue.

“Then he can fuck your ass. You’ll feel that. Do it or be punished the next time your Master sees you.”

“Fine,” Dani mumbled. “Get over here, Cuckold, and fuck my ass. You’d better last longer than you did the last time you fucked me. I didn’t even orgasm.”

Dani winked at me as her fiancé claimed her bottom. Despite cumming twice while stroking off during Conor’s fuck, Carl only lasted five minutes inside of Dani’s tight ass. She didn’t orgasm.

“Do you see why I have to fuck other men, Cuckold?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Clean up Quinn’s property” Dani ordered.

As Carl licked her clean, Dani winked at us again. He did make her cum twice on his tongue.

“Cleaning up with his tongue is almost all he’s good for,” Dani teased, “but he does a great job of that, don’t you, Cuckold.”

“Yes, Mistress.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Dani locked him up again and handed me the key. “Did my Master tell you when he’d be able to fuck me again?” she asked.

“He didn’t, but I totally tried to drain his balls,” I said. “Hopefully, he won’t be able to fuck you again for a week.”

Dani laughed. “You slut.”

“Guilty as charged.”