The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Two months later, or roughly three and a half months into my next puppy pregnancy, Sean and I were finally moved into our new house, with furniture from both of our places, plus some new stuff, including a really big bed for the master bedroom, since we usually had three or even four bodies in it. Sometimes, Brigitte and Angela, who also moved in, slept together, and it was only three, but one of the wolves was always with me. My townhouse was on the market.

Since we’re jumping ahead a few months, here’s a run down on what has happened. Stan was dating Karina, who’d delivered a baby boy, and Randa, who was about to pop the second time. Don’t ask me how he got both of them to agree to that arrangement. He spent most week nights with Randa, who lived locally, and weekends with Karina, who was coming down from Bangor. They each knew about the other one, and didn’t seem to have an issue with it, any more than I had with Sean fucking my two wolves. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have a problem with them continuing to boff their bodyguards. And maybe partly because Karina still had to provide three more puppies, and Randa two, after this one, so they knew they were both going to be fat and ungainly much of the time. I didn’t ask, and they didn’t say.

Dani and Simone were due to deliver in the next two or so months. Dani’s next child after this one, would be one for Carl and her, just as mine would be for Sean and me. Isabelle had delivered a girl, and Rose, a boy. Diane, the night clerk from the hotel in Portland where we’d entertained the elderly couple having their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary, had agreed to breed for the pack, two puppies for now, and was waiting for her first breeding. Angela was due to deliver in a couple of weeks, and Gretchen in a month. Eva was also on her second pregnancy. Melanie was having her first puppy after she and Martin had a baby boy from Conor’s breeding of her, and Brenda was having her second. She was still single and raising Tommy, Jr, but doing much better financially, and enjoying her frequent dates with the wolves.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Melody, the Canadian breeder, had her first child for her husband, a girl, and was now having one for the southern Ontario pack. Her husband, Donald, still didn’t know she was fucking wolves. When she was bred for her puppy, she left her husband for five days and went to the wolf compound near Sudbury. Movies were taken of her sucking human cocks and getting fucked by condom covered human cocks for her husband’s enjoyment, but she was knocked up by wolves. She’d also enticed three other women to become breeders for the Ontario pack, two single, both waitresses like herself who needed money, and one married, whose husband was infertile. The only reason we knew about this, is she and her husband made a week long trip to Maine to visit Quinn, just after she got pregnant with the puppy.

Donald ended up being the biggest cuckold, even more than Carl, as he was feminized during his stay. Quinn put Donald in a cock cage and had him wear women’s clothing, and ensured Melody was fucked by two big cocked wolves every day she was there, in addition to him, while he watched, then had him clean her up with his tongue. He also had to lick the cum out of Isabelle and Rose after they had sex with Quinn or Matt. He had to suck the cocks of each of the men to prepare them to fuck his wife, then clean them off when they finished in her. On the day before they flew back to Ontario, Melody was gang banged in front of him, airtight twice, as she’d had her ass gently opened by Quinn during their stay. Her ass had been cleansed prior to the event, so Donald could clean the cum out of her ass as well. After her gang bang, Donald, whose ass had also been prepared for anal sex, was fucked in the ass by first Melody, then Matt, then Quinn, as he sucked cocks to completion.

Donald was put in a dress and makeup and Quinn gave Melody the key to his cock cage, and told her not to take him out of it when they flew home. It was metal and he’d need to be searched when he went through security, so the TSA agents would know his dick was locked up. Apparently, Donald was as happy as a clam.

My parents and Gretchen’s parents were getting along well, and were practically a permanent foursome. They usually came to visit me together, usually when Gretchen was visiting me, which she did at least once a week. Our mothers were still in submission, only slightly modified for taking care of Kathleen, now almost a year old. Brigitte and Alicia loved when they brought her, and spent hours playing with her when they did. I knew at some point, Brigitte and Alicia wouldn’t be able to see her anymore as Kathleen became aware that her “aunties” weren’t aging, like everyone else was. The wolves never shifted in front of her, but sometimes would shift in another room and then let Kathleen roughhouse with them. She was so unafraid of wolves, we had to be extra careful around dogs.

The martial arts instructor who’d first started taking the street defense class under Brigitte, had advanced enough that he’d taken over the class. The only ones that Brigitte worked with were wolves and humans who knew about wolves, and it wasn’t in public like the class was. I’d gotten steadily better, although I was never going to get wolf better, because there was no way I’d become as strong and invulnerable to most injuries as wolves were. I was good enough for most people though. That was proven to my satisfaction, when I was walking with Sean in downtown Portland, Brigitte and Alicia were trailing a little behind to give us some privacy. I was four months pregnant at the time.

Some young man who thought he was tough, stepped out of an alley holding a pistol and demanding money. He’d come too close to me, hoping to hide the fact he had a gun from other people on the street, and I disarmed him, breaking his trigger finger taking the gun away, then a couple of bones in his arm, and his leg for good measure. Sean was shocked at how quickly it happened. He was starting to reach for the gun on the ground, but Brigitte told him not to touch it, just kick it away from the erstwhile thief writhing on the ground. She called 911 and asked for police and ambulance. We had to spend an hour talking to the police as the ambulance took him away.

“Can you show me how you took his gun away?”

“Not at normal speed. I’ll break your finger.”

Wolves didn’t care if you broke their fingers in learning how to disarm someone. They healed.

“Show me slowly then.”

“Empty your gun.”

“I can’t do that.”

“My bodyguard would like to remove her gun and empty it. Would you have a problem with that?”

“No, I guess not.”

Brigitte took out her automatic and removed the magazine, showed the officer she’d cleared the chamber, then handed him the weapon. I had him stand as far away as our robber was and took the gun away from him at about half speed. I still hurt his trigger finger, but didn’t break it.

“That was half speed.”

“How did his arm and leg get broken.”

“As you can see, I’m around four months pregnant. He might have had a knife or other weapon besides the gun. I didn’t want to risk my unborn baby, so I made sure he couldn’t use his hand, and he couldn’t run away from the justice he so clearly needs. I certainly didn’t want to have to chase him like this.” I waved at my thickening midsection.

“Why didn’t you do something?” the officer asked Sean.

“It was over before I realized the man had a gun.”

“How did you get so good at self defense?” My question again.

“I lost my job two years ago and I’ve been practicing almost daily for a few hours a day since then. Something to keep me busy besides having babies. Brigitte, my bodyguard taught a class in a martial arts studio in Brunswick.”

“You certainly still look fit.”

“I’m still running five miles a day, though slower, and doing some weight work.”

“Why do you even need a bodyguard?”

“Because I can’t beat my bodyguard yet, and that means there are still people out there capable of hurting me.” Most of them wolves. “If that idiot had stood a couple feet farther away holding his gun, I couldn’t have disarmed him and my bodyguard would have had to shoot him.”

I handed Brigitte her gun back and she reloaded and put it away. We got to walk away and Sean asked Brigitte to start teaching him. He didn’t get to work out as much as I did, but he was fast and strong, and picked it up quickly. It took a month or more before he got used to stabbing a wolf and realizing they wouldn’t die. It was two months before Brigitte gave him silver weapons.

After we moved in together, Sean and I really got in sync as far as sex was concerned, having sex almost every day. Alicia and Brigitte showed him some stuff as far as licking pussy and pleasing women generally, He became fifty percent better as a lover as a result, and even started cleaning up a pussy occasionally, although it was mostly the wolves who cleaned up after him. Since my fiancé and I were in bed together every night, Gretchen usually had to share our bed when she visited and slept over, unless he was working, although he gave us alone time. He liked watching women have sex, and he always had someone to have sex with if he became aroused while watching.

The only thing that bothered Gretchen was that Sean wasn’t a wolf and I was going to marry him, whereas I never would have married Quinn, even though I loved him as well. Sean was more competition than Quinn was, because of it. Sean didn’t mind licking Gretchen, and sometimes, he’d lick her as I rode her face. We had a lot of threesomes and foursomes at our house.

I picked Gretchen as my maid of honor, and Brigitte and Alicia as my other two bridesmaids. Sean’s best man was his brother Devin, and a high school friend he’d grown up with as a groomsman.

“I’d like to ask Quinn to be my other groomsman,” Sean told me.

“If you’re just trying to rub his face in it that I’m marrying you and not him, don’t do that to him.”

“I’ll admit that’s a little of why I want to ask, but it’s not the only reason.”

“What are the other reasons?”

“I don’t have anyone else I really want to ask, number one. Number two, you’re carrying his child now. You’re always going to be the mother of his puppy, and I think that should be acknowledged in some way, shape or form. Third, I know you like him, and would like to have him remain a part of your life. I’d like to try to open up a little bit more to him, even so far as to have him come visit, or for us to visit him. If it’s painful for him, we don’t have to do it, but I’m throwing that out there for consideration.”

“Are you sure, Sean? I know you’ve had a difficult time with your feelings about our past relationship for a long time.”

“Hopefully, I’ve grown up a bit since then. You demonstrate constantly how devoted you are to me. I’m willing to give it a chance.”

That was fair. “Just one thing; we don’t visit him, or ask him to visit us while I’m in submission to you. That would be digging the dagger in too deep. I’m willing to be naked, and have sex in front of him, the same as any other wolf, but not be your collared slut. That would be cruel.”