The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

I guess I’d have no secrets from the wolves, at least as far as sex went. I was feeling extremely aroused by all the beautiful naked flesh surrounding me. She wasn’t wrong about the erections I was seeing on the males either. If a werewolf cock wasn’t fully erect, they were at least half mast, whether in human or wolf form. I’d never seen so many lovely pricks. It applied to my host as well. His well formed cock was standing at attention beside me. If his mate wasn’t sitting on the other side of me, I’d have been tempted to eat him for lunch.

“Will you sign an agreement for two pups?” Rene asked.

“Show me what a wolf breeding would look like, and I’ll give you an answer,” I said.

Rene shifted, just like that, and Sasha slid forward in her chair. Rene put his paws on either side of her, and she directed his wolf prick to her human looking pussy. I guess doggy style wasn’t the only position a wolf could mate in. Rene had to be on his back paws, but any position where the female was at the right height, was doable. He humped forward, burying that masculine appendage inside of his mate. He gave four or five quick thrusts, driving it deeper, then the knot he’d spoken of must have formed as they were now locked together. Any movement by his hips, was echoed in her frame, attached as one.

Sasha put her hands on either side of his head and stroked his neck and ears as he humped against her human form, her hips jerking with his. I don’t know if animals had orgasms, but Sasha definitely had two as I watched.

Apparently the pack leaders engaging in sex, released the others to do the same, and soon, half the room was engaged in sexual congress of one kind or another. Most were fully wolf, or fully human pairings, but there were at least three other mixed human/wolf pairings. One was a male with a female wolf, mounting her from behind, the other two like Rene and Sasha, except the male wolves were licking the pussies of the women. Did that ever look intriguing; those long, wet tongues seemingly penetrating deep inside of the woman’s pussy. I wondered if they were currently fertile and couldn’t have normal intercourse lest they have an unwanted pup or child, or pregnant, and couldn’t shift. Condoms weren’t a necessity if you didn’t carry STD’s and you could smell a woman’s fertility.

Rene became more frantic in his thrusting, and he suddenly howled, and I knew he was cumming. The room was filled with more howls and yips as eacb wolf climaxed. Even in human form, they seemed to want to howl with their orgasm. Even after Rene’s orgasm, he remained locked to his mate, except he changed again, and it was now a human cock buried deep in Sasha’s pussy, and they kissed before he withdrew his dripping cock from her sheath. Her pussy seemed swamped with his cum. Much more than I was accustomed to seeing after I’d had sex. He’d said werewolves provided lots of semen. I guess that was right.

Sasha took her napkin and wiped herself down. “Does that answer your question?” She asked.

“I’ll sign up for two pups,” I said.

Rene licked his lips in a very wolf-like manner. I felt my pussy throb and he became rampant again. I shivered and Sasha laughed.

*******

I signed a contract obligating myself to provide two werewolf children. I provided my checking account number and Sasha said I would receive two hundred thousand dollars to that account first thing tomorrow morning via direct deposit.

Both of them kissed me before I left, and there was a lot more in those kisses than I usually received from someone I barely knew. Both Conor and Brigitte put a suitcase in the back of the Jeep before we left. I assumed they wore some clothes. I didn’t have to wear the hood as I left the compound. I was one of them now, as much as a human could be, anyway. As far as I could tell, the compound was probably somewhere between Rockland and Augusta, northeast of Bath.

“Did either of you have sex at the compound?” I asked.

“We’re your bodyguards. Only one of us can have sex while we’re on duty and we didn’t work it out ahead of time,” Conor said, “so neither of us had sex. Did you enjoy what you saw?”

“What does my pussy scent tell you?”

Brigitte laughed. “You’re an aroused bitch who can’t wait to be fucked. You’re filling up the car with ‘fuck me pheromones’.”

“I guess it’s very difficult to have secrets from wolves?”

“About whether or not you want to have sex,” Conor laughed, “probably.”

“Conor, are you going to howl if you have sex and orgasm?” I asked

“Not in Bath. That’s for the woods. Can’t have wolf howls coming out of your house.”

“What can you tell me about your pack?” I asked.

“Our pack is mostly Irish out of Boston, English out of Ontario and this area, French out of Quebec, and American Indian,” Brigitte said, “with a smattering of other nationalities coming out of the other major New England cities.”

“Were all the members of the pack at the compound?”

“About a third, mostly from within a hundred miles. There are around three hundred pack members, all concentrated in the Northeast. We’re headquartered in Maine due to the heavy forestation. New York is populated enough to have it’s own pack, primarily concentrated in the Adirondacks.”

“Are there any werewolves in this area who aren’t a member of your pack?”

“A few lobos who don’t get along with anyone, and a few who’ve gotten kicked out of our pack, who’ve formed a couple small packs of their own, like five to ten members.”

“How do you get kicked out of a pack?”

“Rape, murder, theft, the usual crimes,” Connor said.

“Don’t they get sent to prison?”

“Locking up a wolf where they’re not free to shift and run is worse than death. We impose the death penalty on occasion, but never have we locked up a werewolf,” Brigitte said.

“If most of you are pansexual and you can’t refuse sex from a superior, how does one commit rape?”

“That was a simplification of the rules. You can’t demand sex of a pregnant wolf, nor can a wolf demand sex of a higher ranked wolf, and you don’t normally demand sex with a mated wolf. If you force your sexual attentions on one of those, it’s rape. Theoretically, I can’t rape Conor, because he’s lower, not mated and can’t get pregnant. He could get charged with raping me, because I’m a higher ranked wolf. Because you’re not a wolf, anyone who forcefully had sex with you would be a rapist.”

“What’s the thing about werewolves and silver. All the legends say you need silver to kill a werewolf, but not why.”

“We can be killed by anything if it’s in the heart or brain, or if we’re torn up badly enough we bleed out very fast,” Conor said. “We do heal very fast, though. It’s part of our shapeshifting ability. Theoretically, every time we shift, we’re doing damage to bones and muscles, but we knit together so fast, it doesn’t harm us. If you stabbed me, you couldn’t see the evidence I’d been stabbed tomorrow. I’d be completely healed; no scars even.

“Silver interferes with our ability to heal. The only scars you’ll ever see on a werewolf, are those made by silver. It’s why silver bullets kill us easier than other bullets. Our bodies can’t permanently repair the damage done by silver.”

“Do you know why?” I asked.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Obviously, we’ve studied it, but we don’t know why it works the way it does, any more than we understand why we can’t breed ourselves. It’s part of what makes us werewolves. Perhaps God felt there had to be a way to kill us, or we would have overrun the earth.”

“The Lone Ranger was originally a werewolf killer,” Brigitte said. “When his story was romanticized, they left out the werewolf killer part of it. They left in the silver bullets though.”

“You mean he wasn’t a total fiction?” I asked.

“Not any more than werewolves,” Brigitte said.

We arrived back at my place and Brigitte said she’d go out and buy groceries for all of us tomorrow.

“We eat a lot of meat,” Brigitte said, “so it tends to get expensive if we don’t hunt for ourselves. Who do you want in your bed tonight?”

“What?”

“One of us needs to sleep in your bed. It’s the best way to protect you. The other one will assume wolf shape and sleep downstairs. They’re the first line of defense, because the wolf is much more alert. Our human reactions are a little slower. We don’t have to have sex, but we’d welcome it if you want it, but you need to choose one of us.”

“You can’t sleep in the other bedroom?” I asked.

“No. To give you an idea of why that’s not possible, do you know how you had Rene stand twenty feet away from you before you allowed him to strip and shift?”

“Yes.”

“He could have killed you before you got a shot off. If we’re not in your room, we might not be able to save you. You might have gotten a shot off with me. I’m slower. Probably, almost definitely, with Conor. One of us has to be in bed with you.”

“Well, shit!”

Brigitte smiled. “I promise, you don’t have to have sex, but you need to make a choice.”

“Will you be naked.”

“It’s easier to shift if we are. We could wear something flimsy which won’t impede our shift, but flimsy is almost nude anyway.”

“Fine, You can join me nude in bed.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Brigitte said, smiling.

“Aww,” Conor said. “Don’t you like me?”

“I might like you too much. I feel a little safer with Brigitte. I might be able to resist her,” I said.

“That’s a good sign for the future. I’ll take it,” Conor laughed.

Conor carried in both suitcases, Brigitte carried in a big dog bed, keeping her right hand free, her gun hand I’d eventually learn. One of them always left their right arm free when they were with me.

In the house, Brigitte asked for my gun.

“Why?”