The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Not wanting to wear a condom his next fucking, Sean fucked Ingrid as Alicia and I went at it again as Quinn’s wolf mated his bitch again. Gretchen licked Brigitte’s pussy while Angela sucked Matt’s dick beside us. It was quite the little orgy, the first one Sean had ever really been a part of, although he’d seen others having orgiastic sex, including the night he learned Sasha was his mother.

Another brief break to hydrate that afternoon, before Quinn bred me the fourth time, again getting a second time out of his knotting. That was eight full loads of lupine sperm. I got another spanking before Sean fucked me again with another condom protecting my fertile womb from his human sperm.

Sean fed me again at supper, fingering me to three more orgasms, then Quinn lit a fire in the fireplace and the two men sipped on a thirty year old Irish Whiskey, while I sat in my Master’s lap, and Rose sat in Quinn’s. I was resting my head in his shoulder, occasionally lifting my face for a kiss.

“How bad was it, sir?” I asked after one such kiss.

“Not intolerable, but bad.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

He kissed me again. “I know you are, which is a little amazing to me.”

“How so, Master?”

“Because I know how you felt about Quinn, and how he still feels about you, but you’ve done everything in your power to make this bearable.”

“I could never marry Quinn, sir. That was a pipe dream. I needed to find someone else, and I found you. I can safely say I love you as much as I ever loved Quinn. You’re a good man, Master, and I love you. I love that you’re Sasha’s son, and we can be a part of her life for as long as we live.”

“Do you mean that?”

“I’ve only lied to you, really lied, about one thing, sir, and that was about finding your mother. Everything else was more hiding information I wasn’t allowed to tell you. I’m not lying now.”

“Will you marry me, Jessica?”

“Yes, Master. If you can take my breeding three more puppies, I will happily marry you.”

Sean set me down beside him and got down on his knees in front of me, pulling a ring box out of his pocket. He took the ring out of the box, and took my hand.

“Jessica Huppert, you’re making me the happiest man in the world,” he said sliding it over my finger.

“I told you she’d make every day you woke up, better than the one before,” Quinn said.

Sean looked at him. “You were right, wolf. She does.”

It was as Sean’s fiancé, that I finished my breeding to Quinn. Quinn gave us his own bed to sleep on that night, and my Master fucked my ass without a condom, then I washed his cock in the master bathroom, before sucking him off in the shower. Sean fucked me two more times after my Sunday morning and Sunday afternoon breedings, unable to keep his condom clad cock out of me each time Quinn bred me. He left Sunday after an early supper, and I clung to him as he left. On Tuesday morning, Brigitte told me I was pregnant.

I texted Sean. I’m pregnant, and I’m going home this morning. I love you. I want to have my folks over and tell them. Do you want yours to be there as well, both sets, not just the Hagertys, but Sasha as well?

This weekend. I’ll contact them. He texted back.

As you wish, sir. – Your Pussycat.

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I did tell my parents I was having my second puppy, plus all my friends, including Sasha and Rene.

“How did Sean take it?” Sasha asked, knowing he’d been there, witnessing my breeding.

“Fairly well. We’d like to invite you this weekend for a tiny celebration. Sean will give you details as to time and place.”

“Thank you, Jessica. You’re marvelous,” Rene said.

“You’re welcome, your alpha-ness. Quinn told me the same thing when he found out.”

Rene laughed. “I’m going to have everyone start calling me your alpha-ness. That’s cute.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I have a registered trademark. You’ll have to pay me anytime someone uses it,” I teased.

Sean set up the party for Sunday afternoon at one, at my place. He was having the food catered, so I didn’t end up cooking all of it. He told me to buy myself a new dress for the event, something sexy. Since it was my normal weekend of submission for him, I anticipated what he might find sexy if I weren’t naked. It was a dress with a floor length hem, but a slit so far up the side you could tell I didn’t have panties on beneath it, and might flash my bare hoohaw if I weren’t careful, and a vee so deep in the front you might almost be able to tell I kept my mons shaved. There was a single tie breast high that kept those two panels from separating and exposing more of my breasts, which were plenty exposed as it was. It showed lots of side boob and dimples where my nipples poked the silky material.

Alicia and Brigitte went the other way; still sexy as shit, but like Grecian goddess dresses, over one shoulder, both mid-thigh, fairly sheer, enough to see their areolae and the dark red of Brigitte’s pubic hair, but not Alicia’s blonde. Angela also got clothes, but it was just a plain tunic so short, it barely covered her pussy and ass, and inch wide straps over her breasts. We were wet dreams.

I took off my engagement ring until we wanted to reveal the engagement to everyone at the party. Sean arrived at 8:00 AM, and collared me and I lovingly sucked him off until he pulsed his sperm down my throat. We put our clothes, such as they were, on just before the catering crew arrived at 12:30 with the food. The looks we got from the two men and one woman who were handling the food was enough to make my pussy drip, but it was about to get drippier, because Sean took a page from Quinn’s book and put a Lush 3 in my pussy, and told me I needed to ask for permission to cum.

People started showing up a few minutes before one, with Sean’s adoptive family the first to arrive. His sister, Karina, was seven and a half to eight months pregnant with her first puppy, with Charlotte. Devin was with a thirty-two year old divorcee, with a collar, and dressed sluttily enough I knew she was Devin’s submissive slut. Her name was Betty.

Rene and Sasha arrived and they came with Quinn, Isabelle and Rose, Gretchen and Ingrid. I hadn’t invited Quinn, hadn’t even told him about the party, yet here he was. Had Sasha or Rene told him, or perhaps Gretchen? I kissed Gretchen.

My parents came with Gretchen’s, both of the women collared, like the submissive sluts they were. I hugged all of them. All of my fellow breeders were there, all pregnant again, and Carl.

We had everyone grab some food and had some really wonderful conversations. After the caterers left, Sean got everyone’s attention.

“I think most of you already know, except possibly my family, that Jessica is pregnant again, another baby for the cause of infertile couples, which is one of the reasons we invited you here today. I note for the record, that there are currently nine pregnant women in this happy home, which is the reason we’re not serving alcohol, although we’re about to pop some champagne to drink if you don’t have a baby on board. Nine children to assist infertile couples, ranging from my sister, the most pregnant, to my fiancé, currently the least pregnant.”

“What was that you said?” Sasha asked.

“Did you say fiancé?” Mom asked.

“Are you getting married?” Maggie asked Sean.

“Pussycat, please put on your ring,” Sean said.

“First, Master, may I have your permission to cum?” I asked. Everyone laughed

“Yes, you may, Pussycat.”

I kissed him while I had a delicious little orgasm from the toy in my pussy, while pulling my ring out of his pocket and slipped it on my finger. My dress didn’t have pockets. Then I held up my hand and showed everyone the ring.

“My Master ordered me to marry him, and I didn’t use my safe word, so I guess I’m getting married,” I said.

Everyone laughed, even Quinn, although he also looked a little sad, as did Gretchen. I suddenly realized why Quinn got invited, and it was probably Sean who invited him. I was carrying Quinn’s puppy, but Sean was getting what Quinn wanted more than anything; me. Sean might have had to endure my breeding, but he was making Quinn endure my engagement announcement, claiming me for himself before everyone else.

I thought about what Sean said, the first part of his announcement. At this moment, there were nine women pregnant with puppies in my house, and I was the least pregnant of all of them, one week. Karina was the most. Eight would go to the New England pack, one to Wisconsin. I suddenly realized what Karina had meant when she said I was the talk of Loup-Garou. We were already responsible for five puppies, and now there were nine more, all due within the next nine months. Fourteen puppies in the space of two years, just from the people in my house. That was a pretty remarkable statistic.