The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“You’re going to have both of us in your bed?”

“I can’t have one of you sleeping on a dog bed outside of the room. What last name should I use when introducing you to my parents? You’ll be married, remember.”

“Use O’Leary. That’s my last name. Shit, we can’t leave tomorrow. We’re getting the chest freezer and meat delivered tomorrow.”

“We’ll leave as soon as it arrives. I don’t want to be here if Quinn comes back.”

“Me either. Thanks, Jessica.”

I packed enough clothes for a week, figuring I could wash clothes while I was there. We emptied one of the metal coolers into the freezer on my fridge, and packed the cooler with some steaks, hamburger and sandwiches and cut up vegetable for me. Wolves could eat anything, apparently, but I certainly couldn’t.

For the rest of the afternoon, I spent more time learning self defense with Brigitte and Conor. I was pretty black and blue by the time they finished the hand to hand. They, on the other hand, looked just peachy. I know I’d whacked them both pretty good at various and sundry times, but they just didn’t bruise like I did.

The last half hour was spent learning to fight with a knife, since I might need to use a silver knife at some point. They just gave me a steel blade and showed me all the places I could stab people to kill them, and wolves, with Conor in wolf form. I ended up stabbing both of them at least six times, and by the end of the knife training, all but the last of the two times I’d stabbed Conor were already healed. Those last two weren’t even bleeding.

They showed me where I could stab in the heart, but I didn’t get to practice that. It was too risky, even for a werewolf.

“Doesn’t it hurt when I stab you?” I asked Brigitte as we got ready to shower. I’d gone at least four inches into her stomach with one of my stabs.

“Of course it hurts. We’re not immune to pain, just because we heal quickly. But every time we shift, it hurts. We’re used to pain.”

“Did it hurt when Quinn fucked you today? It didn’t look like it was very pleasant.”

“It wasn’t. It hurt more mentally and emotionally, than physically. To think that the man who killed my mate could fuck me hurt like hell emotionally.”

“You didn’t seem to take any pleasure from it.”

“Fuck no. He makes sure he’s as rough as he can be, since no one wants to volunteer. He’d be better off as a lobo. He’s alone most of the time anyway.”

We each showered again, one at a time. Since I’d decided I’d be having sex with Brigitte later, I didn’t bother putting on anything after my shower. I figured I’d go wolf, so I lounged around the house naked while we watched some TV. As a joke, I put the Netflix series ‘Teen Wolf’ on. I leaned back against Brigitte and her arm went around my shoulder. I hoped she’d put her hand on my breast, but apparently she expected me to make the first move. I didn’t want to feel like more of a slut than I already did, so her arm remained where it was, and I was left wishing for something more.

Conor, smelling my lust, developed a hard on. God, he had a beautiful prick. He didn’t rub it, didn’t masturbate, just left his prick out for Brigitte and me to enjoy the sight of. Lord, did I enjoy it. Well over eight thick inches of uncircumcised deliciousness.

As the show played, I had Conor point out all the real-life fallacies portrayed by the make believe wolves.

“The biggest fallacy is that these teenage wolves are acting like they’re in charge of their own lives. They’re ignoring there’s a pack leader in charge. Packs are very regimented. You just can’t go around doing what you want. It’s the reason the US signed a treaty with us. They only have to deal with a limited number of individuals, and the rest of us fall in line or someone like Quinn will hunt them down.”

Feeling more than a little randy, what with Brigitte holding me close and Conor’s primo prick staring me in the face, about ten, I told Conor he could continue watching, but I took Brigitte’s hand and led her upstairs.

“I don’t know anything about having sex with a woman, so you’ll need to show me everything,” I told her.

“Not a problem,” she said.

She kissed me. It was a wonderful kiss, better than Carl ever kissed me. Better than any man had ever kissed me. The kiss was so good, I kind of forgot whey we’d come upstairs. That is, at least, until Brigitte backed me up to the bed and pushed me down until I flopped backward.

“My period started,” I said.

“I know. I’m a werewolf. Do you think a little blood scares me?”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

I shook my head. She sniffed, absorbing my scent, then went down on me. Oh, heavens, that wolf could lick. She put every other person who’d ever licked me to shame, and I wondered how she could be so good. Then I realized she was sixty years old and had probably fifty years of practice, as both a woman and a wolf licking things. All I knew was that before she’d stopped, I’d had six wonderful orgasms, each seemingly better than the last. I only stopped her when I was too sensitive to continue. I pulled her up so we could kiss some more, her body molding to mine like it was made for it.

Her face was messy with my fluids, and I kissed and licked them off her cheeks, tasting myself.

“How was that?” Brigitte asked. “Has any human ever licked you better?”

“No one has ever licked me like that. It was extraordinary. I want to do the same with you and I know I won’t be that good.”

“You’ll learn.” She kissed me again.

Since I was with a female body for the first time, I decided to go exploring. I sort of knew what I liked, and ninety percent was what she’d just shown me. I took my time, searching out every nook and cranny of her amazing body, finding out what made a female werewolf tick. A lot, apparently. By the time I reached her furry pussy, it was amazingly wet. And it tasted delicious.

I’d explored the exterior of my pussy frequently. Masturbation was an excellent stress reliever when studying, or cramming for exams, but I’d never been much deeper in one, than my second knuckles. I explored Brigitte’s pussy to the furthest extent of my fingers, finding her g-spot in the process. Mmm, the wolf liked that, especially when I was licking her bud at the same time. That made her arch her back and thrust her hips at me. I welcomed it, because I knew I was doing something right, giving her as much pleasure as she’d given me. When Brigitte finally stopped me, I felt I’d accomplished something wonderful.

She pulled me up and kissed and licked her fluids off of me, as I’d done for her.

“Is there anything else you’d like to try tonight?” Brigitte asked, kissing me.

“Could you show me what it’s like when a wolf licks me?” I asked.

Brigitte smiled, and in a second, a large wolf was in my bed. It’s head nosed between my legs, getting me to spread them further apart. Everything that Brigitte had done as a woman, was three times better as a wolf. It seemed her tongue had a mind of it’s own, and it was long enough it could search a whole lot of my body her human tongue hadn’t been able to reach. When that amazing tongue was doing something to the inside of my pussy I’d never expected to feel, I held that furry head against my crotch and moaned like a banshee. Having that wet, muscular tongue lick my g-spot, simply took my breath away. The orgasm I had was so good, I lost consciousness for a second or two, drifting on some other plane of existence.

When I returned to my body, Brigitte had shifted again, and a woman was once again sharing my bed.

“Fabulous,” I whispered in her ear. “Totally sublime.”

“You learned quickly, Padawan. For a first timer, you did very well.”

“I had a good teacher,” I said. “Can we do this again in the morning?”

“If we get up early enough.”

When I curled around her tonight, I didn’t care where my hands were. It was all good. I can’t say that I woke her up in the morning by licking her pussy. Brigitte was too alert for me to stir that much without waking, but it was the first thing I did with her, and it was just as good as it was last night.

******

We had enough time to go running again, though we cut it down to a five mile run. This time, Conor ran as a man, while Brigitte went as a wolf. Carl was taking out his recyclables before going to work.

“Hey,” he said, “where’s the woman this morning?” Not realizing she was four feet away, yawning.

“She got lucky last night,” Conor said, “and is taking a little nap. She said Jessica licks pussy like a pro.”

Carl looked to me for confirmation. “I don’t know if I licked like a pro, because it was my first time, but I felt pretty good about it afterward,” I said, to his unasked question.

“Are you a lesbian then?”

I hugged Conor’s arm and leaned against him. “I don’t know. I haven’t experienced what Conor has to offer yet. Maybe I’ll like them both.”

Poor Carl looked so crestfallen. “I’m going to go visit my folks for a few weeks, Carl. If you see anyone hang around, could you let me know when I get back?”

“Uh, sure.”

“We’re picking up some meat today. I’ll give you a nice T-Bone when we get back. You want to wash my back, Conor?” I asked.

“I’d rather wash your front,” Conor said.

“Great, you can do both. See you later, Carl.”