The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“She has seemed mesmerized by your dick,” Simone mused.

“Aren’t we all,” I said.

Simone smiled. “And Papa had a perpetual erection yesterday morning. He wanted Rose to suck him off at brunch, but didn’t want to do it in front of Maman. If she hadn’t been there, he would have said ‘yes’. They’re both afraid to admit to the other that they can be aroused by other people. They wanted me to invite you again tomorrow night. It’s our last night, isn’t it.”

“Yes.”

“Try this,” Simone said, and outlined a plan. Quinn smiled and agreed that it was a good one.

“How’s Isabelle doing?”

“It’s like night and day. She helped Maman clean the house today. She’s been rather pleasant to be around. She even braided my hair, which she usually refuses to do. You sure put a bee in her bonnet.”

“Do you have a problem with me turning Isabelle into one of my sluts?”

“Don’t you have enough?” Simone laughed. “You’ve got three others.”

“Only one other, and she won’t be able to come to Maine for a couple of weeks. As soon as we get back, Jessica and Dani are both gone, although Dani will maintain the facade of submission for Carl. She needs to work on her wedding, so she’ll be busy. Jessica agreed to be my submissive slut through the trip, then we’re back to normal. She’s going to start dating Sasha’s son. You may need to sponsor Isabelle for a resident visa as family. When it’s time for her to be told about wolves, you can assist by fucking a wolf. She’ll trust you more than anyone.”

“I can do that.”

“When we leave, I’m going to put you and Daphne on a plane, so I can start training Isabelle. Which airport is best to fly out of; Trois-Rivières, Quebec City, or Montreal?”

“There aren’t any flights from here to Portland. We’ll have to go to Montreal or Quebec City. Since they’re almost equidistant from here, Montreal will probably be cheaper.”

“I’ll have Flint Spear take you, so you’ll have a Canadian pack escort.”

“Thank you. It will be nice not having to ride in the car for hours.”

“As short as the flight will be, I’m not sure you’ll have a shorter trip, what with the drive to Montreal, the wait at the airport, and the drive from Portland to Brunswick, all pretty much a time suck.”

“Please tell me Daphne and I can join the Mile High Club?” Simone said.

“As short as the flight is,” Quinn said, “they may never turn off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. You’re taking off and then you’re descending to land. I’m not sure if you have any straight and level flight.”

“What a waste of a good flight,” Simone said, laughing.

Quinn called Flint Spear and made some arrangements.

******

Rose got her marching instructions in person that evening after work.

“Tomorrow morning is the last time I’ll fuck you until you get to Maine. No more sex for you without my permission.”

“Oui, Maitre.”

“Every two or three days, I’ll send someone to your apartment to fuck you, so I’ll need your schedule. They will introduce themselves by saying, ‘Quinn sent me.’ Do you have a roommate?”

“Yes, sir, a woman.”

“I want you to fuck them in public places in your apartment, so your roomie can watch you fuck. I also want you offering your oral services in the morning and in the evening before she goes to bed. If she lets you sleep in her bed, you can lick her to four orgasms, but she’s not to lick you back. Your only sex will be with the men I send you. Tell her that she doesn’t have to lick you back so she’s more likely to allow you to lick her.

“I’m giving you $500 for traveling expenses, gas and necessities for the trip. I’ll reimburse you for any extra. Starting today, I want you to go off birth control so you’ll be ready for me to breed you. The men I send over will use condoms if they fuck your pussy, but won’t if they fuck your mouth or ass. I want you to track your fertility cycle so I’ll know when you’re ripe for breeding.

“You’re to quit wearing bras and panties to work since you’ve already given notice, and if they let you go early as a result, you’ll be at my place earlier. Wear my collar at all times except when taking a shower or bath.

“Every night, call me when you’re finished with work, or eleven if you didn’t have to work that day. I’ll give you instructions for the following day, some of which will involve you orgasming in front of other people. Am I clear so far?”

“Yes, Master. Thank you for accepting me as your submissive. I’ve had so much fun so far, and I’m looking forward to serving you as long as you want me.”

“Thank you for agreeing to be my slut. You’ve a very compliant submissive. Now suck my cock.”

“Yes, Master.”

She joined us overnight and the following morning, Master gave her a good, solid, hour long, three-hole fucking to remind her she was owned. She loved every second of it.

******

We arrived at the Bonifay residence about four PM. We immediately took our clothes off, and Simone and Daphne quickly followed our example. François wasn’t home yet, still at work due to the emergency which had caused him to cut short his vacation. Genevieve tried to protest our nudity, but Quinn held his finger to his lips and gave her a look that threatened disclosure if she protested further. She immediately stilled, then went to the kitchen where duty called, wondering if Quinn intended to out her to her husband. Isabelle looked at all of the naked people, wondering what was going on, and if she should join in. As soon as she started to unbutton her blouse, Quinn simply said, “Isabelle,” and shook his head. She stopped.

“May I get anyone a drink?” Isabelle asked, though she asked the two exposed cocks, and not any faces, fascinated.

“I’ll help you,” Quinn said.

“Thank you.”

The pregnant people all took water, while the non-pregnant ones asked for a glass of red wine. Quinn opened a bottle and poured glasses of wine, while Isabelle got ice water for the rest. Genevieve was stirring a sauce on the stove. Quinn handed her a glass of wine while standing so close behind her, she could feel his cock against her ass.

He brushed his lips against the back of her neck and whispered, “Your wine, Genevieve. What time does your husband get home?”

Fearing the worst, Genevieve turned, facing Quinn, immediately confronted with his masculine presence. “Please don’t,” she whispered.

“Don’t what?” Quinn said.

Genevieve shivered. “Don’t tell my husband,” she whispered again.

“Tell him what? What could I possibly tell him?”

Feeling Quinn’s cock begin to harden against her stomach, she shivered and turned again to face the stove. Quinn brushed his lips against the back of her neck again. Quinn laughed and went back to the living room where he took a seat.

The scent of the arousal of Isabelle and Genevieve began permeating the house and soon Nat and Quinn responded the way wolves always responded to wet pussy. Their erections jutted proudly from their groins. Isabelle had finished giving everyone their water and sat down facing their big cocks. Did she start to drool a little?

“Isabelle,” Quinn said softly.

He had to repeat himself, louder, before she responded.

“Yes, sir?”

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“I picked up the house, cleaned my room, vacuumed and dusted,” Isabelle said.

Quinn looked at Simone who confirmed by saying, “She was a good girl.”

“Very nice,” Quinn said. “I’m proud of you.”

Isabelle blushed.

François arrived at a little after five, and was surprised all of his guests were naked, even Simone, although nothing untoward was happening.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing but a little nudity,” Quinn said. “Isabelle why don’t you pour your father a glass of wine.”

Isabelle tore her eyes off the erect cocks she was staring at, got up and poured her father some wine, then took her chair again.

“Why are you all nude?” François asked.

“I want you to take a good look around during supper, François, and decide, which of the women, or men, you’d like to suck your cock, whose pussy you’d like to lick, and who you’d like to fuck after supper, three different ones for three different activities. Obviously, your daughters are off limits, but everyone else is up for grabs.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Quinn asked.

“I’m married.”

“You know, that’s true. You are married,” Genevieve put her hand over her mouth, expecting Quinn to tell, “but I know both you and your wife have been physically aroused by what you’ve seen in your home while we’ve been here. I know you would have loved for Rose to suck your cock when she was under the table a couple days ago, as you couldn’t wait for us to leave before taking your wife to your bedroom in order to relieve yourself, you were so painfully erect. But what if you could have accepted, despite your marriage? What if both Genevieve and you agreed to allow the other one to stray outside the bonds of matrimony, with the knowledge and consent of the other one, so that you can both experience all of the variety that life has to offer?”

“Has Genevieve done so?” François asked.