The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Road Trip – Isabelle

We had a good meal, enjoying their company, and Quinn asked all of the Bonifays to join us for Sunday Brunch at our hotel tomorrow morning at ten. Robert and Katrina couldn’t make it, as they had an engagement with her family.

“That will be quite expensive,” François said.

“I’m good for it,” Quinn said. “I make a good income hunting down bad guys. A lot of it is on federal contract.”

After we left, Quinn informed Dani and me that we’d be wearing our Lushes while we were at brunch. Our first stop was north of the river, to meet the local pack today, at a campground across the river at Lac St. Michel. They sent two wolves, one named Pierre, and a wolf called Flint Spear, a native Huron, as well as wolf.

Flint Spear knew Quinn, having worked with him a few times tracking rogues who crossed the border into Canada. He did the same thing on the Canadian side as Quinn did on the US side. Even without a treaty, the Canadian wolves knew they had to handle rogues so the Canadian government left them alone. They gripped forehands as good friends.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Quinn, you caused a bit of trouble in Ottawa, with that ass, Vasilly. He actually tried to claim your breeders?” Flint Spear asked.

“A mistaken assumption on his part. Did they keep him as Alpha, or get rid of him?”

“He’s gone. Deposed. He would have had to fight a dozen wolves to keep his crown. They were pretty sick of him anyway, but no one stood up to him, until you.”

“I’ve got to say, if Rene hadn’t beaten me, I might have been the same sort of asshole he was. I was convinced I had all of the answers, and actually had very few.”

“You definitely strike me as being less prickly,” Flint Spear said. “You have four breeders now?”

“They’re not mine. They’re the pack’s. They wanted to visit their families before they started delivering puppies, but we’ve actually got a lot more new breeders lined up. I fought tooth and nail not to be paying for surrogates, but it’s been a very good thing. We should have done it long ago. I’d highly recommend you try the same thing here. The economy right now works in your favor. I don’t know what your pack could afford to pay, but we’ve had success offering a certain amount per puppy, with a nice bonus for four. It encourages more than one or two puppies.

“I never really stopped to think of how much breeding would interfere with the women’s lives, and that paying for their time made a lot of sense. The old seduction plan got you one if you were lucky. They needed to get on with careers, and families, since we couldn’t really mate with them. A lot of them got pissed off that we seduced them in the first place, promising things we couldn’t really deliver, marriage, stability. This is a lot cleaner, if you get the right women, and these four are top notch.”

“I see the collars. They’ve replaced Adriana?” Flint Spear asked.

“It’s different, since they’re not wolves. You have to be more careful with them. Too fragile, really, but they’re both very good girls. I enjoy them both. Do you wish us to perform obeisance?”

“We don’t need obeisance, but we could use a good fuck if anyone wants to volunteer. It’s been a couple days for me. Pierre got sex yesterday, so he’s not as desperate as I am.”

“Would you accept a good fuck from a human,” I asked. “I’m not as good as most wolves, but Quinn seems to like me?”

“You would let me claim your mate?” Flint Spear asked.

“She’s not my mate,” Quinn said, “and you’re welcome to claim her. You have my permission to cum, Jessica.”

“Hmph. She will be,” Flint Spear said. “You know I’ve been blessed with visions. I see her as your mate in the future.”

“I want to grow old with someone. I can’t mate with a wolf,” I said.

“It will happen. I’ve seen it.” He took my arm. “I’d love to fuck the woman who captured Quinn’s heart. I thought he’d die alone for sure after Adriana died. I’m glad he found someone.”

They had a small camper and Flint Spear took me to into the trailer. A few minutes later, Pierre and Brigitte took the couch at the other end of the camper. I ended up sucking Flint Spear off, before he fucked me, first in my pussy as a man, then as a wolf. I cleaned him off when he was finished, and he did the same for me. Brigitte and Pierre had already finished.

“You are a good woman,” Flint Spear said. “You fuck like a wolf. Quinn chose well. I see a long and happy history for you.”

“I’m human. Long histories don’t exist for wolves and humans. We couldn’t even have children together. I think you’ve had a false vision.”

He laughed. “We’ll see. I enjoyed you, Jessica Huppert. Treat Quinn right. He’s a good wolf.”

I laughed too. “I get punished if I don’t.”

“But you enjoy it, so it’s not really punishment.”

I laughed again. “That’s true.”

When Flint Spear gave me back to Quinn, he said, “If you break this one’s heart, I might have to kill you myself.”

“I’m trying not to. She’s breaking mine instead.”

“Good luck, Quinn. Yours will be an interesting relationship.”

They shook hands again, then clasped each other in a manly embrace. As we went back, Quinn asked me how I liked him.

“I liked him a lot, Master. He reminds me of you.”

“I meant, how did you like fucking him.”

“Oh, that,” I teased. “He was the best fuck I ever had, sir.”

“Looks like I need to try harder.”

“I’m looking forward to the attempt, Master.”

We spent the balance of the afternoon exercising as much as we could at the hotel gym, before dining in their restaurant, which had excellent food, and spent the evening having sex. Master proved to me that he was still the best. I think I woke up some of the nearby residents when I screamed. Nothing like a little competition to bring out the best in man or wolf.

******

After a morning of letting Dani know Quinn was still the best, a movie of which was made for Carl, we prepared to eat in. Not having to leave the hotel meant we didn’t have to dress for the weather outside. It was the sluttiest clothes we’d worn since leaving my folks’ place. By the expedient of putting pasties over our nipples, our blouses were sheer enough that all of my top tattoos were visible. The ones on my ass were visible to the Bonifays when my ass got spanked in front of them yesterday. The only ones they hadn’t seen now were the ones on my mons. And naturally, we had our Lushes in our pussies for our meal.

Both Jean and Nina giggled at the big SLUT across my chest and the not knowing who the father was on my stomach. Isabelle didn’t giggle, but she did look thoughtfully at our tattoos. We met in the lobby of the hotel before going to the restaurant.

“What is the significance of the wolf tattoos?” Genevieve asked.

“My last name, Whelan, means wolf in Irish. Since they’re both my owned sluts for our trip, I’ve marked them as mine.”

“So SLUT is permanently marked on your breast?” Nina asked me.

“It’s a temporary, but long lasting, temporary tattoo,” I said. “It wears off eventually, or I can remove it with a special oil. I imagine it will be there for another month or so unless I take it off first.”

“Jessica submits to me for one weekend a month, normally,” Quinn said. “Dani is mine permanently. After her wedding, I intend to replace her temporary tattoos with permanent ones in front of her husband. I haven’t quite decided what it should say. Perhaps ‘Property of the Wolf’ or something similar.”

“I cannot imagine a husband allowing his wife to be owned by another man,” François said. “It is incomprehensible to me. Is this an American phenomenon?”

“As it would be to many other husbands,” Quinn assured him, “but no it’s not American. It exists around the world, less in some cultures than others, but everywhere. We met a woman, a waitress in a restaurant we stopped at outside Sault Ste. Marie, whose husband was infertile. She was as surprised as you that her husband would let other men breed a baby into her. Not only did he allow it, he watched it happen. Not only did I have a chance to breed her at the beginning of her fertile cycle, which we took a movie of for him, since he was working, three other men came to her home on her most fertile day, and fucked her six times each, right in front of him. She informed me she was a frightful mess when they were done, yet her husband had sex with her afterward, not once, but twice, not even waiting until she cleaned up.”

“Mon Dieu! Six times, that is formidable,” François said.

“The men were all aroused at the opportunity of putting a child in the fertile womb of another man’s wife. It helped put steel into their cocks. The husband assisted by sucking the cock of the man whose turn it was to try again next. And he ejaculated eight times himself, once spontaneously as he watched, five more times as he masturbated while sucking a cock watching his wife be bred, and twice more when he fucked his wife twice after the other men left, leaving his infertile seed mixed in with the fertile seed of the other three men who bred her. For some men, it is a very powerful aphrodisiac, watching another man have sex with their wife.”

“How can that be?” François asked.

“Have you ever in your life, imagined Genevieve with another man, no matter how briefly?”

“Once or twice, I suppose,” he replied. Genevieve appeared shocked by his confession. “I don’t want to see you with another man,” François assured her. “Sometimes, when I’d see you dancing with someone else, I’d imagine you horizontal and naked, instead of upright and dressed. Then, I was consumed with a huge jealousy, and needed to dance with you myself until the jealousy went away. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that two of our children were conceived after such dances.”

Genevieve smiled. “That must explain Nina. We hadn’t intended to have more than four children.”