The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Sean was working when Dad called, and it was several hours before he got there. When he did, all the others were in the waiting room. I was still in labor, and hadn’t gone to the birthing room yet, so they were letting a couple people at a time in to see me.

Dad and Sean came back to see me together.

“How’s it going, tiger?” Dad asked.

“About how you’d expect to be passing a nine pound bowling ball through my birth canal, Dad. Sean, I’m sorry to tell you this, but I may never let anyone fuck me again who isn’t wrapped in two condoms.”

When I saw the look on his face, I said, “I’m just joking, but it would be at least three weeks before I have sex again. Except my mouth. I can still blow you. Sorry, Dad. I just had to say it.”

Dad chuckled, Sean didn’t.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Why so many people?” Sean asked.

“They’re my friends, and the girls and I are going through a shared experience, having babies for other people. We became really close doing this together. We’ve worked out together, trained together, had morning sickness together. Unless I’m doing something else, I’ll be here for their births as well. The men, most of them are bodyguards. Sasha and Rene represent the infertile couples who’ll be taking the baby.”

“Is Quinn someone’s bodyguard?”

“He’s Isabelle’s and Rose’s. Aren’t they here too?”

“They are.”

“There you go.”

“Is that the only reason he’s here?”

It might be Quinn’s child, or Rene’s or Nat’s or Tony’s or any of the other wolves who fucked my puppy into me, but Sean couldn’t know that.

“Sean, I told you we were close. He can’t just drop out of my life because I’m dating you. We’re staying apart. That’s the best I can do. You have to trust me. Quinn is nothing more than a friend and he can’t be more than a friend from now on. You’d have more to worry about with Gretchen, because I care more for her than any other person who might possibly be a romantic interest, but I won’t marry a girl, so don’t worry about her either. She’ll be my favorite extra fuck buddy, but that’s the best she can hope for, and the worst you have to put up with.

“Look, I know I’m surrounded by handsome, studly men. Fine, that might be a concern for most people. It doesn’t need to be for you. They are all off my romantic interest radar. At the moment, you’re the only one on it. I’m beginning to think that we may be right for each other. I’ll tell you if that changes, but no man here is as important to me as you are, except for my Dad.”

“Do you know why Quinn is off of her radar?” Sean asked Dad.

“I do, but I can’t say anything to you, except she’s telling you the truth. She’s not interested in Quinn. You’re worrying about the past, and the past is gone. Don’t let the past ruin your future.”

“Have I asked or said anything to you about your former flames?” I asked. “You parted amicably with your last girlfriend. I suppose she could pop back up into your life, but I trust you when you say it’s over. You don’t strike me as a fraud or a liar. I’m not either. Just because I can’t tell you some stuff, doesn’t mean the stuff affects you. It doesn’t. You know everything you need to know about me. I’m an unemployed ship building engineer, who’s a surrogate mother for money. I’ve signed a contract for three more past this one. I’m only having sex with the people I’ve told you about, and no one else. I like girls, but won’t marry one. You can fuck the same girls I am, except possibly Gretchen because she’s not into men. I’m not putting on a front for you while we’re dating. What you see, is what you get, except if I find another job, then I’ll do work besides babies for bucks. This is me, take it or leave it. Now if you’d both leave, my contractions seem to be getting closer together. Send Mom and Brigitte back in, please and thank you.”

They both left. Mom and Brigitte came back in and two hours later, I delivered a boy, white, so it wasn’t Nat’s. That’s all I knew at the moment. Rene told me it would be named Antoine Thunder Devereaux, after Rene’s and Sasha’s paternal grandparents. I fed and cared for the baby for two days until I was discharged from the hospital, handing it over to the wolves to raise when I got home. I wouldn’t see Antoine for six years until I was thirty-one.

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One week after I surrendered Antoine, Gretchen and her parents, plus Ingrid arrived in town with a rented truck and Gretchen’s car. They went straight to Quinn’s where the truck was unloaded and Gretchen’s things stowed in her room. Ingrid proceeded to Wolf Central to offer her obeisance to Rene and Sasha. Given the jealousy Sean displayed about Quinn, I didn’t dare go there without him, and he was working. After unpacking everything, they came to my house for supper with me and my parents.

Gretchen looked as if she was already exercising to shed her baby weight. So was I, but she was further along than I was at this point. Sue, Gretchen’s mother, was walking the walk of the well and truly fucked, so I suspected Quinn had taken the time to pound her before they left his place, and James’ cum was being absorbed into the stomach lining of Rose, Isabelle, or both as he watched his wife get shafted, which Gretchen confirmed later during our pillow talk.

My dining room table held eight, so in addition to Gretchen’s four, Dad, Brigitte and Alicia shared our table. Mom and Angela, the two submissive sluts, waited on us naked. I imagined it was how Gretchen’s parents knew that Mom was now a permanent submissive. Turns out James knew earlier, but I’ll get to that. Dad was using the presence of the Shrivers to embarrass mother, and make her feel more servile to everyone else. The rest of us were dressed, to enforce their submissive status and our importance. Brigitte and Dad informed us before eating, that we should be sure to caress or fondle the slaves as they waited on us. I frequently did Angela, though I left Mother to the others. Their juices glistened on the pubic lips and thighs.

“When am I going to meet the new boyfriend?” Gretchen asked.

“Sunday is when I normally see him,” I replied. “It’s one of the few days he regularly takes off. We’re going out to lunch on Sunday so he has a chance to meet you and your parents.”

“I was surprised you weren’t at Quinn’s to meet Gretchen,” Sue said, “and that you have a new boyfriend. You and Quinn looked like an item when you were in Wisconsin.”

“Quinn was my Master, but he’s not marital material,” I replied. “Since I can’t marry him, I decided I needed to explore other options. Quinn encouraged me to date Sean.”

“Okay, but why not be there to greet us?” James asked.

“Sean is aware that Quinn and I have some history, and that I’ve had an emotional connection to him. Quinn is an imposing, very masculine, man, and if it had been only sex, it might be one thing, but knowing it was more, Sean is jealous. He feels threatened, so I try to avoid Quinn as much as possible unless I’m with Sean, so he can see that nothing inappropriate happens.”

“Why don’t you think Quinn is marital material?” Sue asked.

Since James and Sue didn’t know about wolves, I couldn’t really answer that question honestly.

“You know how he is,” I replied, taking another tack. “He’s not the steady guy that one might want in a marriage. Quinn’s like a vacation, a nice place to visit, but not where you want to hang your hat. He’s more of a ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’, guy. There’d be a constant parade of other women through his life, and he’d ensure there’d be a constant parade of other men through mine. Quinn is not what you might call steady. He’s already got two other submissives catering to his every need. I’d be one of many if I stayed with him.”

“Yet you seemed to enjoy it?” Sue said.

“I do, but for a weekend a month, not a lifetime, a little sowing of oats, not the entire zoo. I want what you have, and what my mother has, someone to grow old with. Believe me, Quinn would be a lot harder to take if you didn’t have James there as a backstop from all the craziness. Sean is willing to let me have Gretchen, and that’s enough for me. I don’t need all the rest.”

Sue squeezed her husband’s hand. “I can see how you might be right. I’m very fortunate to have James.”

“And there you have it,” I said, “the reason I’m dating someone else.”

“So do you like your new young man?” James asked.

“He’s very nice, kind, funny, intelligent, ambitious. I enjoy being with him. I think he may be the one. I’m only worried about how the surrogacy will affect him.”

“Is he as good in bed as Quinn?” Sue asked.

“No one is as good in bed as Quinn,” I said, “but sex is only one small part of a relationship. He’s good enough, and open minded to boot, which is all I need with the all the rest Sean brings to the table. Gretchen, can you spend the night? Your folks can take your car back. I’ll make sure you make it back to Quinn’s tomorrow. We can finally sixty-nine again, now we’ve lost our beach balls.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

James had some questions for Dad. “How do you like having Anita as your submissive?” He asked the question with two of his fingers pushed up Mom’s pussy.

“After the little party we had at our place. It was easy to see that Anita enjoyed being Quinn’s sex toy. I enjoyed dominating Dani. It seemed natural to take control of her after that.” Mom orgasmed. “Ten swats for that, Slut. Five for not asking for permission to cum, and five more for cumming.”

“Yes, Master,” Mom moaned.

“She was already well trained and finely tuned,” Dad said. “She certainly makes a tasty slave.”

“How often do you let her fuck other people?” Sue asked.

“Often enough to keep her libido in check,” Dad replied. “She’s a promiscuous slut. I had her tied to the bed and had six different men fuck her twice shortly after we arrived. She ate it up.”

“Do you mind if I have her suck my cock?” James asked.

“Not at all,” Dad replied, “feel free to use her however you want.”

“Suck my cock, Slut,” James ordered.