The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“My God!”

“Keep reading that stuff I told you to read. When the men are fucking you, you might want to comment like you did last night, about how much more you enjoy their fucking compared to Donald’s. To a certain extent, humiliation is part of cuckold angst. That Donald can’t pleasure you as well as someone else does, and if Donald wants you to be happy, he’ll want you to keep fucking other men.”

“Fuck, I’m cumming again. I’m so hot.”

“Then, you’re going to be faced with a choice. Whether you take over your marriage in a female led relationship, where you’re in charge of everything both of you do, or you get a bull, who will take over your relationship. He’ll be in charge of whatever you’re allowed to do. A bull with a lot of idle time on his hands, may even move into your house and take over the master bedroom with you, relegating Donald to a guest room. If you lead, what Donald does is up to you, not anyone else.

“Now I’ve got something very important to tell you. The men coming tomorrow are only going to breed you. If you want them to handle your medical expenses, you’ll need to promise to deliver a second child, for them. Once you do that, they can start extending you medical care, otherwise, you and Donald are on your own with this kid. The sooner you promise them a child, the earlier they can take on your medical bills. Once you say you’re in, someone will need to speak to you about your next breeding. They may be an American, who’s already done something like this, probably from Wisconsin or Upper Michigan. They may ask you to visit them, so Donald can’t come. Donald cannot be part of those negotiations. This is something you decide totally on your own, and he can never be told.”

“Why is that important?”

“Imagine that you were providing a child to the Prime Minister of Canada, because his wife is infertile. Can’t you imagine they wouldn’t want anyone else to know?”

“Sure.”

“It’s like that, very secret. As far as Donald is concerned you fucked some other guys, got pregnant, and gave the child up when it was born. He can be at the hospital when you deliver, see the race of the child, but then a representative will take it, and you’re both out of it, forever. If you want a second child, you’ll need to promise an infertile couple another kid. You get your OB expenses taken care of, perhaps some extra on the side for the nine months you carried someone else’s baby, but I don’t know how much. I’m from New England, I don’t know how much the Canadians can afford. Do you understand all that?”

“Yes.”

“Very good. Call me sometime tomorrow and tell me how it went, and what Donald did again. I might be able to point out different ways of handling your future life so you both get as much as you can out of it.”

“Okay. I’ll do that. Thanks for everything.”

“You’re welcome.” He hung up, smiling. “I love cuckolds. So many more opportunities for sex. Suck my cock, Dani, let Brigitte record it for Carl. Show him a mouthful of cum before you swallow.”

“Yes, Master.”

Provincial Highway 17 became PH 417 as we approached Ottawa. The road quit following the Ottawa River in Gloucester, past Ottawa, and headed SE and we stopped at a very small town called Vars, near our next hotel, KC’s Country Inn. It’s where we were meeting the Ottawa pack leader. Vasilly. He had three wolves with him, equal to the number we had. They all looked senior, except for Vasilly himself, who looked as young as Brigitte. I’d never met an Alpha that looked as young as he was. He was a good looking wolf, standing around 6-2, muscular like Conor. If not as much as Quinn. He seemed to be a bit of a strutter to me, like a rooster. He was wearing a fur coat, which looked to be made of beaver, or muskrat, perhaps.

Quinn offered the usual obeisance on behalf of the New England pack.

“You have four breeding bitches, how about we take those off your hands?”

This was not sounding good. Brigitte couldn’t even shift, and he was demanding us.

Quinn laughed. “How about you find your own, peacock? What makes you even think you deserve one of our breeders?”

Vasilly scowled. “Because I said so, and I’m the Alpha of this pack?”

“And I really wonder how the Ottawa pack, as respected a pack as there is in Canada, allowed a little shit like you to be Alpha?”

The other three wolves behind Vasilly looked at each other. They didn’t seem to like the way this was going either.

“Vasilly,” one of the wolves said. “Accept their obeisance, and let’s go.”

“Fucking shut up, Seth.” He turned to Quinn again. “I beat the old Alpha.”

“Was he toothless? You don’t take what you don’t earn, puppy.” Vasilly snarled. “You accept puppies as Alphas in your pack now?” Quinn asked the other three wolves. “This one wouldn’t have earned the right to suck our Alpha’s cock yet.” Vasilly snarled again.

Nat and Daphne moved up behind Quinn’s back, snarling back. Quinn told them to back off. They weren’t needed unless the other three tried something. Was Quinn trying to start a fight. He wasn’t going to give us up without one, but maybe it could be negotiated better. Jesus.

“I need a wolfskin rug outside my home to wipe my feet on,” Quinn said. “You want the job?”

Vasilly started to shift. Before it was complete, Quinn’s clothes exploded off his body and his jaws were around Vasilly’s neck, who was flat on his back. I hadn’t even seen the shift it was so fast, just his clothes going everywhere as they tore during the shift. Quinn was growling, and I had no clue if he was saying something, or he was warning the other three off. One of the other three did start to shift and Nat was right there with him, snarling.

Brigitte pulled a gun out. I didn’t even know how she got it over the Canadian border.

“Silver bullets, shit heads. Stay out of it.”

There was nothing to stay out of. If Quinn closed his jaws, Vasilly was dead, and it was three on three. He didn’t close his jaws, though I’m sure teeth had penetrated both fur and flesh. Vasilly knew he was dead. Nothing he could say or do could stop it if he continued to fight. But Quinn didn’t kill him, just kept his jaws locked tight with warning growls to the others.

Finally, Vasilly tucked his tail between his legs and started whimpering. Quinn released Vasilly’s neck and shifted back to human. Both Nat and the other wolf shifted back. Four naked men standing out in the cold, Vasilly the last to shift back.

“Suck my cock, puppy, and I’ll let you live,” Quinn said. He waited for Vasilly to start sucking his cock. Quinn addressed the others.

“I beat your Alpha, does that mean you’re my pack now?”

The other three wolves looked at each other, then said Quinn did have a pack.

“I don’t want it. Any pack which would let this green wolf run it, who shows disrespect to all other wolves, doesn’t deserve to be a pack. Once the old Alpha was beaten, the pack should have chosen a greybeard with a mate to lead. This puppy won’t be fit to lead for at least fifty years, if not longer. The ability to fight is insignificant in leadership. I learned that the hard way. Choose wiser, and if he continues making trouble, banish this asshole before he drags your whole pack down the toilet.”

Quinn climaxed shooting his cum down Vasilly’s gullet. “Good doggy.”

He continued. “You don’t deserve obeisance. I want you satisfying the rest of my wolves. You,” he pointed to one of them, lick her pussy,” pointing to Brigitte. “You, lick Daphne’s pussy, and you,” he pointed to the other naked one, “bend over so Nathaniel can fuck your ass. You do the same Vasilly. I’m not done with you yet.”

As soon as Vasilly bent over, Quinn raped his ass, driving deep with a single hard thrust that buried himself in Vasilly’s rectum, then fucked him hard until he climaxed a second time, making Vasilly clean him afterward. The other wolves also finished.

“I don’t want to see another wolf from your pack. Get the fuck out of my sight.”

The other wolves disappeared, taking their tattered clothes with them. Quinn’s cock started to grow again. He turned to me and Dani and gave an exaggerated sniff.

“You liked that, did you, sluts.”

“I’m so fucking hot for you right now, Master,” I said, “I don’t know if I can wait until we get to the hotel. How far away is it?”

“About two minutes,” Brigitte said. “Just down that road less than a mile.”

“Maybe I can wait two minutes,” I said.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Fuck, it was over twenty-five before the men put on new clothes, we got checked in, and got to our room. I did get a good fucking out of it. I didn’t get permission to cum though, so earned a nasty spanking out of it, because I orgasmed a lot. I think all the ladies got fucked good that night. There’s nothing quite so primal as an alpha male standing up to four others to protect his own.