The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Simone, why don’t you take the new slut upstairs to check out her pussy licking prowess? We’ll send Sasha up there after we’ve had a discussion down here,” I said.

Simone was no dummy. She knew what needed to be discussed. “Come along, slut. Show me what you’ve got.”

When they were upstairs in one of the bedrooms, I asked, “Are you going to become a breeder for the pack?”

“Yes, Miss Jessica. Simone showed me what sex with a wolf would look like with Nat, and I decided to sign a four puppy contract.”

“Thank you, Isabelle,” Sasha said. “I’m co-Alpha of the New England pack, and I want to thank you personally for your assistance.”

“You’re welcome, Mistress Sasha.”

“Quinn,” Sasha said, “I also wanted to personally thank you for finding my son for me. It was unexpected, and welcomed. Would you like to know what your reward will be?”

“I don’t need a reward, Sasha. I did it at Jessica’s request.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Nevertheless, you will receive one. You may choose any of the female breeders and become the exclusive sire of their next puppy. Not even Rene will breed her.”

Quinn looked at me. I smiled and nodded.

“I’ll choose Jessica, Sasha, with all the gratitude I can muster.”

She smiled at him. “A good choice, wolf. I approve.”

“Thank you, my lady.” Quinn bowed deeply. “I apologize for all of the negative thoughts I ever held for you and your mate, Sasha. I was a fool.”

“But a wise fool, who learned from his mistakes. Not everyone does.” She stroked Quinn’s face, almost a caress. “Let’s see how good the bitch upstairs is, but in a half hour, send this one up. I’d like to try her as well.” She patted Isabelle on the head.

“I obey, my lady.”

Sasha went upstairs, following the sounds of the sex. I couldn’t leap into Quinn’s arms anymore, but that’s what I wanted to do. I did stretch up for a kiss though, and he made sure it was a thorough one, worthy of him.

Quinn had Isabelle suck him off, then he fucked her while she licked me.

After Sasha spent an hour with both Angela and Isabelle licking her, she left, Quinn leaving at the same time, taking Isabelle with him. I suspected that Matt would be getting a treat tonight, a lovely chocolate treat.

Despite having spent an afternoon with a wonderful young man, I tossed and turned for the first hour after I retired, thinking of Isabelle in submission to Quinn, sucking his cock, getting fucked. Why couldn’t I dream of Sean instead of my big wolf? At least, I’d be able to give him my second puppy, all alone. That was nice. I finally fell asleep with dreams of him fucking a puppy into me.

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By Friday, Angela was told about wolves and their desire for a wolf to breed her. She didn’t have as many qualms or questions about it as Isabelle had, readily agreeing to four puppies without even witnessing a wolf breeding first. She was the first human I knew of, to agree to do so. Realizing that all of us were already pregnant with puppies and were giving the pack more, was all the convincing she needed that she could fuck a wolf. Nevertheless, before she actually signed the paperwork, Quinn mounted Isabelle as a wolf to show her. It was Isabelle’s first wolf fucking, although she wasn’t fertile, so nothing would come of it. Isabelle enjoyed it, so knew what she was getting herself into when she became fertile.

Quinn said Isabelle was turning into a delightful, submissive slut. He’d already started her training to be his liaison to the government, waiting for her work visa to come through. The feds accepted her as a liaison because she knew about wolves as a breeder already. She was working out with Matt and Quinn, learning self defense. She’d thrown out her birth control pills, and was waiting to become fertile. Probably not her next ovulation, but the one after that.

We made plans for Sunday, when Sean was coming over. I bought some Killian’s Red, because I knew he drank red beer. I didn’t want Carl there, because he’d seen me fuck all the other parties at one point or another, plus fucked me himself. I didn’t want Sean knowing I was a wolf slut, and I didn’t know if Carl could keep quiet about it, so used to his own cuckolding by wolves, without knowing the reason why. I could trust everyone else, because they could keep the wolves’ secret. Even the two submissive sluts were going to be dressed, though still collared, because I asked them to be.

I really had to wonder how much I could include Sean in my regular life without him finding out about me. I decided that except on rare occasions, I would go to Portland to see him, instead of bringing him to my house. Fortunately, it seemed he was pretty busy most of the time, so wouldn’t think it was that odd I wasn’t inviting him to Bath that often.

The day arrived and even Sasha and Rene were there. Quinn was grilling, and his slut was slutty, but still covered, as was Angela, though both wore their collars. Five of us were hugely pregnant, and I imagined it might look like a Lamaze class to the uninitiated with so many women waddling around. I’d discussed how I was going to introduce Conor and Brigitte. Long time lovers wasn’t going to get on Sean’s good side. I could no longer introduce them as the infertile couple I was helping, as Brigitte was clearly with child. Roommates didn’t seem quite appropriate either. I thought I could get away with introducing her as another breeder, and Conor as my bodyguard.

I wasn’t sure how exactly to introduce Sean either. He wasn’t my boyfriend yet, though I was hoping it might go in that direction. Future boyfriend maybe, or hoped for boyfriend. I was still pondering the question when he arrived. I gave him a brief hug at the door, then invited him in.

“Sean, you’ve met Sasha, this is her husband, Rene.” Sean shook Rene’s hand, and bowed over Sasha’s hand, kissing it. “You’ve also met Quinn. He’s out grilling meat at the moment, but this delightful little creature is his submissive, Isabelle.” Sean was shaking hands with all the men, and kissing the hands of the women. Very courtly. “This is my friend, Brigitte, also pregnant, and her submissive, Angela, and our bodyguard, Conor. He was with us at the pier when I first met you, but didn’t come down. This is Randa and her two bodyguards, Liam and Ryan. Isabelle’s sister, Simone, and her bodyguards, Nathaniel, or Nat, for short, and his wife, Daphne. This is Dani, with her two bodyguards, Tony and Lisette. She’s the one getting married in six weeks. Her fiancé won’t be joining us today.

Everyone, this is Sean Hagerty. I just went on my first date with him, and hope to have a few more. He has his own charter boat service in Portland. I should also mention that Isabelle and Angela are also agreeing to provide offspring to infertile couples. They’ve just gone off birth control so they will become fertile in the near future.”

“I didn’t realize there were so many infertile people in Maine,” Sean said. “Is there some kind of chemical spill or nuclear power accident I’m unaware of?”

“Nothing like that,” Rene said. “More a genetic defect with unintended consequences. All perfectly heathy, but can’t procreate normally. There are scientists looking into the issue, but for now, it’s convenient using surrogate mothers to overcome the problem.”

“That’s too bad. You all certainly look healthy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a better looking gathering of people before. I feel like an ugly duckling.”

“That’s nonsense, Sean,” I said. “You fit right in with everyone else. I think you’re very handsome.”

“You say a lot of you are bodyguards for the pregnant ladies. Is there a particular reason they might be harmed?”

“Well, we are being paid lots of money to have children, and the prospective parents are worried something might happen before we can deliver healthy babies, putting that money at risk,” I said. “They look after us, make sure we eat right and exercise, keep an eye on us. There’s always risk. Not this time, but the previous time I visited my parents, I was almost raped, twice, by a trio of thugs from Chicago. Brigitte, who wasn’t pregnant at the time, and Conor helped save my bacon.”

“Not that she requires much saving,” Brigitte said, laughing. “She broke the nose and smashed the gonads of one of the perpetrators herself. Make sure you don’t get too fresh with her.”

“Really?” Sean said.

“It was before I was pregnant as well,” I said. “I had moves. I can’t really call them moves anymore. On top of which, the bigger of the two had just had his ribs and arm broken by Brigitte, so my guy was pretty frightened already. He couldn’t protect all of the things I’d learned to damage.”

“What could you do to me?”

“Cut you in five places where you’d bleed out in less than a minute,” I said. “I go shooting every Tuesday and Thursday now that I’ve lost my fighting trim, and I shoot mostly bulls-eyes. I can still damage you pretty good; I just won’t look as graceful doing it. Brigitte and Conor teach a local Martial Arts class called ‘Street Defense’ three days a week, although Brigitte is leaving most of the demonstration to Conor now. All of us are taking it, since we’re not working at the moment.”

“One more question,” Sean asked. “You said that Angela and Isabelle are submissives. What does that mean?”

Quinn came off the porch, holding a big plate of steaks. “Means they’re a couple of fuck sluts. Think ‘Shades of Grey,’ or any other bondage movie or book you’ve heard about. Jessica didn’t want to scare you off too much at the beginning of your relationship by introducing you to her twisted friends, otherwise the tarts would be naked, wearing tails in their bums, and sucking a few cocks or licking pussies for practice. Not unlike Carl, Dani’s fiancé, who gets excited watching his fiancée get fucked, they get juicy when they’re treated like the sluts they are, and spanked for it.”

“Asshole,” I said, shooting daggers his way. “All I wanted was a little decorum, and what do I get? I get you.”

Quinn patted me on the head. “He’s a grown lad with his own boat and crew, lassie. Given the state of a lot of bellies around here, he knows he’s not dealing with a bunch of virgins at a garden party or book club. Best he knows a little of what he’s getting himself in for, so he doesn’t fall down a rabbit hole one day, chasing the March hare.”

“What am I getting myself into, Mr. Whelan?” Sean asked.

“A smart, compassionate, loyal, cracker jack of a woman who’ll make every day you get out of bed, a better day than the one before. She’s worth every minute of time you can put into her. I just spent a month traveling with her, and it was the best month of my life. If you don’t snap her up, you’re a fool.”