The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Another somewhat restless night followed, sleeping next to the gorgeous Brigitte, waking up curled against her perfect form, my arm thrown around her waist, nuzzled against her back. I pretended I was still asleep so I didn’t have to move. I heard Conor whimper downstairs, and Brigitte immediately leaped from the bed, though she didn’t grab her gun.

“He’s here,” is all she said.

“Quinn?”

“Yes.”

I had pajamas on, so I didn’t bother trying to dress, but followed Brigitte downstairs where Conor had shifted and was letting someone in the door, Quinn, I imagined.

Quinn was even taller than Conor, more muscular, dark and brooding. He had a scar, which must have been caused by silver, the first scar I’d seen on a werewolf. He smiled at Brigitte.

“Good, you’re naked. On all fours, bitch,” he ordered, releasing his heavy, nine inch cock from his pants.

Brigitte dropped to her hands and knees and presented her backside to Quinn. What followed was nearly a rape, except that Brigitte had complied with his orders. Quinn savagely fucked Brigitte, slamming himself into her pussy. She made no sounds of pleasure, nor of pain, but took the brutal fucking stoically. There was no tenderness, no love, no affection, just raw fucking for fifteen minutes. Quinn growled a little as he emptied himself into Brigitte, a copious amount of semen from his sperm filled balls.

“Clean up my cock, puppy,” Quinn ordered Conor, and he performed the necessary obeisance by licking Quinn’s cock clean.

Having licked up the mess left on Quinn’s dick, Conor tried to stop, but Quinn told Conor to keep going until he climaxed again. For the first time in my life, I saw a man suck another man to orgasm, although strictly speaking, neither of them were men. Conor flushed Quinn’s balls again, dutifully swallowing the seed when Quinn orgasmed.

“Now you can clean up the mess in the bitch’s pussy.”

He waited and watched as Conor cleaned up Brigitte, then Quinn turned to me and sniffed. I wasn’t aroused at the moment, so wondered what he was smelling.

“You’re starting your period today, aren’t you bitch?”

I thought about that for a few seconds, counting. “Probably.”

“So eleven days from today, you become fertile.”

“If you say so.”

He pointed to Conor and Brigitte. “You got anything to say about what just happened to them, bitch?”

“It seems like werewolf politics to me, so no, except I’m not a bitch, nor a puppy, nor anything else to you.”

“I’m going to enjoy sinking my cock into you and breeding you.”

“Not happening. Rene said I’d have a choice of wolves I might accept for breeding, and you’re nowhere on my list. You seem like an asshole to me and if that’s the way you fuck, I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

Brigitte still had her backside presented to Quinn, so he didn’t see it, but I saw her smile. Good, I’d said the right thing. Conor didn’t smile, but I saw a twinkle in his eyes that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Quinn, on the other hand, looked pissed. Not that I cared one way or the other.

“I should be done in Portland in a couple days. I’ll be back when I’m done and can take a little more time,” Quinn said to the two wolves. “I’ll fuck you again then.”

“That’s fine for you,” I said, “but I think my bodyguards and I are going to take a sightseeing trip. This is the first time I’ve been unemployed and had time to look around, take in the scenery. Maybe we’ll go to Bar Harbor, or Arcadia National Park, or maybe the Green Mountains in Vermont, or even take a run up to Canada. I’m not even sure I’ll be fertile in eleven days since I just got off my birth control, so maybe I’ll skip this breeding cycle and wait for the next one. That will give us time to make a jaunt to Wisconsin for three weeks and visit my folks. They ought to be told I’m going to be a surrogate mother without benefit of marriage.”

The look on Quinn’s face wasn’t pleasant. It looked damned nasty as a matter of fact.

“In fact, I’ll call Rene now and ask for the time off. You can listen if you want, but it sounded like you were in a hurry.”

“You fucking bitch!”

“I’m not a slave. I’m doing this of my own free will, and I’m not a wolf, so you can fucking go to hell.”

Quinn left without another word. They both waited until his car drove off before they both started laughing.

“The look on his face was priceless,” Conor said.

“I didn’t see his face, but I could imagine it,” Brigitte said. “Be careful, Jess. Quinn is an animal, and he will try to make your life miserable.”

“I’m the pack’s breeding bitch now. I figure I’m protected from the likes of Quinn. Aren’t you supposed to protect me if he tries to hurt me?”

“Yes, but it’s risky regardless.”

“Let’s call Rene.”

I placed the call. “Hello, Jessica, how can I help you?”

“I just had a very unpleasant visit from Quinn. I wanted to inform you that you needn’t put him on any list of the wolves you want me to fuck. I won’t touch him.”

“I see. Anything else?”

“Since I just had a hormonal IUD removed, I’m not likely to be fertile my next ovulation. I want to go home to Wisconsin for a couple of weeks and inform my parents that I’ve got a new job renting out my womb. I’ll be taking my bodyguards with me.”

“You aren’t going to tell them you’re breeding werewolves, are you?”

“I’m not that stupid. It’s part of the reason I’m taking Brigitte and Conor with me. They can be the infertile married couple I’m helping to have children. Since I’m going to be leaving your pack area with wolves from your pack, I thought you might need to know, and possibly smooth the way with whoever runs the wolf pack in Wisconsin near Rhinelander, by telling them we’re coming.”

“That’s wise.” There was a pause as Rene looked at something. “Rhinelander, Wisconsin is under the control of the Upper Peninsula pack out of Marquette, Michigan. Have you fucked either of your bodyguards yet?”

“So far, I’ve managed to resist their obvious charms, but Quinn informed me that I’ll be fertile in eleven days. This is during the time I intend to be with my folks. On the rare chance I could get pregnant then, I’ll let Conor fuck me a few times while he’s a wolf, both to get used to the idea of fucking one, and so any fertile period would not be totally wasted.”

“He’s not one of the wolves I would have chosen for your breeding.”

“I know. He told me he’d be lucky if he were chosen for my third or fourth breeding, if I did all four. Like I said, I’m unlikely to get pregnant this time anyway, but I figure he should get something for being my bodyguard and having to suck that asshole, Quinn’s, cock, and it gives them both a reason to share my bed at my parents if I’m fucking him. I’ll make sure you’re in any subsequent breedings, including any other wolf you want, as long as it’s not Quinn, and I won’t fuck Conor anymore when I’m fertile until at least the fourth one.”

“You’re very persuasive, Miss Huppert.”

“Thank you, Rene. I’ll speak to you when I get back.”

Conor looked so happy, he was wagging an imaginary tail. “You’re going to let me breed you?”

“Don’t get your hopes up. The doctor indicated it might be at least two cycles before all the hormones in my body clear and I can get pregnant.”

“Still, that’s very kind of you.”

“Brigitte, since you had to put up with that fucking prick, Quinn; I’ll try having sex with you tonight.”

“You won’t regret it, Jess.”

I smiled at her. “You don’t know how much I’ve thought of you lying naked beside me. It’s part of the reason I’ve had trouble going to sleep. I decided if I’m going to fuck wolves, I’d try you both out as humans first, to see if you fuck like Quinn, or you’re capable of some good sex. Let’s go for a run and then we can start packing.”

“We’ll need to take the SUV. We can’t bring guns on a plane,” Brigitte said.

“Can you bring guns along at all? I’m not sure of the gun laws in all the states we’ll pass through.”

“We’re both licensed bodyguards, and can conceal carry in any state with the federal license we have.”

“It pays to have friends in high places,” I said.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I went upstairs to put on my running clothes and put in a tampon. I was starting my period today, damn it. Quinn had been right. Brigitte joining me to put on hers. Conor was running as a wolf, so he was fine as he was.

Brigitte’s pace as we ran was better than yesterday, and I didn’t have to stop during the run. Conor never warned us of any potential problems, so we had a good ten mile run. I took my shower first, Brigitte watching. She took hers second and I heard her singing in the shower. She had a good singing voice, and seemed happy, despite her near rape this morning.

I called my parents and told them I’d found some work and we were driving to Wisconsin to see them.

“Jessica, that’s wonderful. Another shipbuilding job?”

“No; couldn’t find anything in that field at the moment. It’s something different. I’ll tell you when I get there. We’re driving, leaving tomorrow. Expect us in two or three days time.”

“We’re driving? Us?”

“I’ll have a couple friends with me, Mom. I’m having sex with them, so don’t make up the extra bed.”

“A couple friends? Jessica!”

“All will be explained. I can’t talk about it now. I’ve got to pack.”

“Your father won’t be too happy.”

“He’ll get over it. I’ll see in two or three days.”

Brigitte heard the tail end of my conversation, both ends, probably, considering her hearing was better than mine. She could hear a dog whistle, I couldn’t.