The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“No, sir.”

He wrote down the address and gave Quinn a receipt, Two guys went back to get cardboard boxes that would fit the various paintings. One guy tagged each of the paintings to go.

“These are really good. Did you paint these?” The guy asked Quinn.

“I’m a hunter. This is the painter,” he put his hand on Gretchen’s shoulder. “If you’re smart, you’ll buy one now for $5000. I think they’ll go up in price rapidly once her work gets shown around. One of these pieces is destined for an art gallery in Boston. Once that happens, you’ll be lucky to get one at twice the price.”

“You must really like wolves,” they guy said. “They’re in most of these pictures.”

“They have a certain nobility,” Gretchen said, smiling at Quinn.

“I’ve got a photo of me and my hunting dog in a field at sunrise I love. I’d love to have a painting done of that photo.”

“Make a copy of it and send it to me. I can work off a photo,” Gretchen said. “You’ve got my address off your paperwork, but I’ll be moving after I deliver junior here, so don’t fiddle around. I’d hate to have to ship it, when you can pick it up in person.”

It took about an hour for all the paintings to be packed and the men gone. Once they were, Gretchen shed her clothes.

“Quinn, I want you to make love to me. Jessica, do whatever you can to make it better. I don’t think we’re going to sixty-nine any time soon.” She headed to her bedroom.

We both stood there dumbfounded. She turned around halfway to her room and said. “We don’t have all day. Don’t fuck this up.”

Both of us hurried after her, me shedding my clothes. Quinn a little more cautious.

Gretchen was sitting on the bed, naked. “What do I do? I’ve never made love to a man before, only mated with wolves.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Quinn said. “I heard your conversation with Jessica last night. It’s not necessary.”

“How did you hear us?” I said.

He pointed to his ears. “Wolf.”

“The way I look at it, Quinn, is we three are going to be together fairly often. Now every time Jessica comes to your place, she’s going to want to fuck you. Those are the facts. I accept that. Now I can be on the outside looking in, or I can find some way to join in; to spend as much time with Jessica as I can, naked in a bed. I need to find out how enjoyable that can be for me, or if I should resign myself to the outside. So fuck me, damnit.”

Quinn took off his clothes, Gretchen staring at him. “You’re so fucking big,” she said. “I hope you don’t destroy my pussy.”

“Never.”

“So, what do I do?”

“We’re going to pretend that this is the first time you’ve ever had sex. We’re going to explore as if you’re a virgin, seeing a man for the first time. Get comfortable, and I’ll join you.”

Gretchen moved up the bed and lay down. Quinn got in the bed with her and crawled to her. He lay down beside her and told me to get on the other side, and just rub Gretchen’s back and neck for the moment. I did. Gretchen relaxed a little, feeling my hands on her.

“All we’re going to do, is just kiss for a bit. Kissing a man is different than kissing a woman. I’ve kissed both, so I know. When you feel comfortable with the kissing, let your hands explore. Go as fast or slow as you want. When you get to my cock and balls, linger, let your hands feel what your pussy will, later. Don’t worry about sucking and licking. Too soon. You’ve had things inside of your pussy before. This is just another thing. Treat it that way. Just imagine what it will feel like inside of you, filling you up.”

That’s what they did. They spent a long time just kissing. Quinn was a good kisser. As he said, it’s different kissing men and women, but not so different, you can’t do both. He didn’t claim her mouth the way he claimed mine, letting her do the tentative exploring. It took at least fifteen minutes before Gretchen let her hands start moving over the hard planes of him, the solidness, steel under velvet, so unlike the softness of women, who have an extra layer of fat in the skin.

“You’re so much hairier,” Gretchen said.

“Appreciate the difference.”

I could tell when her explorations reached his cock. Gretchen gave a soft gasp, “so fucking huge,” and Quinn moaned slightly.

“No dildo I’ve ever used has this particular blend of softness and rigidity,” she said, both hands on it. “They’re either hard materials, like plastic or glass, or flexible like gel. This is both. I can’t reach my hand around it.” Another slight moan from Quinn. “There’s nothing like balls in the lesbian world. It’s like eggs in a soft leather bag.”

“The better to breed you with, dearie.”

Gretchen laughed. “That is the main purpose, isn’t it? Put a baby in me.”

“That’s the design, and the intent of the Maker.”

“It’s a good thing I’m pregnant now, as I’m not on birth control. Never been on birth control. I’ll need to be careful playing with this thing, or I might find myself with an unwanted pregnancy.”

“I’d like to do some exploring of my own,” Quinn said. “Is that okay?”

“What are you waiting for?”

Quinn had fucked hundreds, maybe thousands of times with females. There probably wasn’t a whole lot he didn’t know about female bodies. Gretchen was a female. His hands were harder, bigger, more calloused, but he knew what to do with them. Gretchen began to moan as he searched out her secret places. She gasped and orgasmed when his finger entered her, his finger much thicker and longer than mine. Her sigh wasn’t much different than the ones I gave her as she shivered on it. I’d kept my hands on her the entire time, rubbing her neck and back. I kissed her neck as she spasmed, and she reached behind her to hold my head against her.

Gretchen’s first orgasm out of the way, Quinn went searching and exploring with his mouth and tongue, as skilled with those as his fingers. Tongues are pretty much the same between sexes, males being slightly bigger, like most things, and more insistent, pushier, say, than most women. Wolves spent a lot of time licking. They knew how to lick. Gretchen orgasmed on his tongue, just as she had on his finger, cumming again when he combined the two. He added a second finger, then a third, his fingers going deeper, and parting her folds more than mine, stretching her somewhat for what was to come.

“Turn over and let Jessica lick you,” Quinn said. “I’m going to enter you from the rear.”

Gretchen was eager to do that. She quickly turned to the other side, and I went down on her, while Quinn held her upper leg up, opening her for both of us. My mouth got busy on her clit, while Quinn kissed her neck and back. Gretchen purred and orgasmed again. Quinn placed his cock at the entrance to her quim, letting her feel him, while I licked her. When she climaxed again, he began his invasion, a slow penetration of her now moist cavern. She screamed as her orgasm intensified. She grabbed my head, clutching me to her.

“Fuck, he’s so big,” Gretchen moaned, shuddering.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She climaxed two more times before he was fully sheathed in her.

“Jessica, move up and begin kissing her while you play with her breasts and nipples.”

“Yes, Master.”