The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Because fucking the wolf, he knows that she could never love or would ever consider fucking one again. The alternative is the wolf in human form, with your physical perfection, who she would be physically attracted to. Even if it were a real human, there lies the rub. I think most people are afraid their spouse can find someone more physically appealing, more sexually arousing, a better lover, and that they’ll fall out of love with them, and fall in love with the new person in their life, creating jealousy and fear. Wolves are so casual about sex. Humans aren’t. For most of us, sex is wrapped up in our emotions. Most people have to care about someone before they’ll fuck them. Wolves get fucked whether they want to be or not, as acts of submission to Alphas, or other ranked wolves. Emotion plays a very small part in your sex lives unless you’re mated, and even after your mated, other wolves will fuck your mate. Your sex lives are not part of your emotional lives. That’s what makes it difficult for both of them. The emotional landmines they’ll have to navigate, the feelings they need to deal with.”

“Understanding that, which way do you feel is the most superior?” Brigitte asked.

“As a single person who’s never been in love, the wolf way seems superior, but I wonder if I would give the same answer if I were head over heels for someone like my parents are, or Martin and Melinda. That the emotional aspect wouldn’t make the physical pleasure that much more enjoyable. I’ll happily concede you’re both the best lovers I ever had, but I didn’t love any of my other sexual partners either, mostly just having mild affection for them, and in Carl’s case, no affection at all, just too much alcohol.”

“Do you care for us?” Conor asked.

“I think I care for you both more than any of the other lovers I’ve ever had, but I know I’m not in love with you. In a way, the fantastic fucking may have colored my emotions. It’s hard not feeling something for someone who gives me so much physical pleasure.”

Conor laughed and Brigitte smiled.

“By the way; I told my parents they were welcome to fuck you if they both wanted to and thought their marriage could withstand the emotional trauma. They were going to think about it and let me know. Tomorrow, I have to contact the other two breeding possibilities and see if they will take money for puppies.”

“You’re working awfully hard to find Gerhard some breeders,” Brigitte said.

“Well, I did like the wolf, and I did live here, so it’s not that hard. I just have to approach some acquaintances and have a chat.”

“Will you work that hard for the New England pack?” Conor asked.

“I’ll definitely put in my two cents worth to anyone who’s interested.”

When we got back to the house, Mom and Dad were having sex again. At least it was in their bedroom. I’d never experienced anything like it, even when they were younger, although I might have been oblivious, but this was so far out of my experience, I wondered if they were the horniest people I’d ever met.

“Let’s go swimming,” I suggested. Conor’s cock had already sprung to attention, almost as soon as he entered the house from the sounds and smells of sex. He was a teenager, I guess that was to be expected.

We went down to the dock and shed our clothes. It was already after dark, but it was a full moon, so we had plenty of light. I ended up riding Conor’s cock in the water, slowly sliding up and down his pussy filling prick while kissing Brigitte, who’s lips were softer and more pliable than Conor’s. She was definitely the better kisser. Some boats would go by on the water, and I’m sure they saw enough of us to know what we were doing, despite most of it being under the water, though I really didn’t care if they knew. I was having too much fun.

Conor had cum, but his cock was still semi-hard and filling me nicely, although I was no longer riding him, just enjoying the lingering sensations. I suddenly felt both of them stiffen and they sniffed the air.

“A shifter?” I whispered softly.

“No, one of the men in the boat from earlier,” Conor whispered. “He’s upwind so his scent is clear, but he’s trying very hard to be quiet, so I suspect he’s up to no good.”

“Bridget, do you think you can get close enough to him to take photos and movies of him sneaking up on us to provide evidence to the police in the event you have to shoot him?”

“Does a wolf shit in the woods?”

“Not all of them apparently.”

She grinned, showing her teeth, grabbed a gun and her phone from the dock and disappeared. I couldn’t hear her, and I was listening. I don’t know what Conor heard. We kept fooling around, presenting a tempting target and splashing enough to draw our pigeon in.

Fifteen or so minutes later, I heard Brigitte’s voice very clearly. “Drop the gun, asshole, or the next place you go is a hole in the ground.”

There was a distinct thunk from twenty feet away and moments later, the driver of the boat was marched into view with Brigitte’s gun pressed to the back of his head.

“Did you get the evidence?” I asked.

Brigitte held up her phone, “Right here.”

“Excellent. Keep your gun on him until Conor and I are dressed, then Conor can cover him while you get dressed, then we’ll call the police. I’ll probably tell my parents the cops are on the way so they can get dressed too.”

We climbed out of the water, dried off and got dressed. Brigitte’s gun never drifted an inch from asshole’s head, and he knew it. He was staring into the eyes of death.

Then Conor had his turn, while Brigitte dried off and dressed. His eyes weren’t any friendlier.

“You picked the wrong people to fuck with,” I told him. “Both of my friends are licensed bodyguards.”

I called 911.

******

A detective, Mike Ferguson, was questioning me, away from the others, so they got our stories pure, without collaboration or conferring. He was making notes.

“When did you first see the perpetrator?”

“Tonight, or earlier during the day?”

“Earlier.”

“I was making phone calls down on the dock for privacy from my parents. I kind of forgot I was naked, and after I finished a phone call, I waived at this passing boat with three men in it. Just Midwestern friendliness generally, until they turned towards shore. Then I realized I didn’t have a stitch on, and tried waiving them away, but they insisted on coming towards me, so I sat down on the bench out on the dock my father fishes from, so I wasn’t standing there starkers. They asked if I wanted company, and I told them no, I had plenty of company. I can tell you the exact time, because the call should be logged on my phone.

“I told them I’d just been friendly and wasn’t interested in them. They said they could be friendly, and I got the overall impression they thought I was willing to have sex with all three of them, which wasn’t my intention at all. I kind of felt like they’d be insistent. Then my male friend came down to the dock to check up on me. He reaffirmed that no one here needed any company, and they left. I had no further contact with any of them until just before I called the police. We heard someone sounding like they were trying to sneak up on us when we were having sex. We didn’t know if they were just a voyeur, or it was something more sinister. Brigitte snuck off with her phone and gun, and shot some video of him sneaking up on us while armed, then got the drop on him and flushed him out of the trees. That’s when I recognized he was the boat driver from earlier. That’s basically, all I know.”

“He said you told him earlier you wanted to meet with him later tonight.”

“That’s a lie. If I wanted to meet with him, he wouldn’t have needed a gun, would he? Nor would he have had to sneak up on us, which he was clearly doing in the video.”

“Do you frequently go naked in broad daylight?”

“My friends are naturists, and I’ve taken to being naked when they are. This is private property. It’s not like I was running around naked downtown. You can’t tell me there aren’t a bunch of people in the area who don’t go skinny dipping. I’ve seen others do it.”

He smiled and made a note.

“He was being pretty sneaky. I’m surprised you heard him.”

“I didn’t hear him. My friends heard him. Too much rock music in my youth, I expect.”

He smiled again. “They have good hearing, do they?”

“Very good. I’ll show you. How far away would you say the male is right now.”

He turned to look. “About twenty feet.”

“Would you expect him to hear something like this?” I said something in a soft voice, slightly louder than a whisper.

“No.”

“Turn and watch him.” The detective turned to watch Conor. In the same voice, I said, “Conor, please stand up.” Conor stood up. “Conor, please turn and face me.” Conor turned to face us and he had a smile on his face. “Jump up and down, Conor.” Conor jumped up and down.

The officer sitting with him said, “What the fuck are you doing. Sit down and answer my questions,” loud enough my detective could hear him. Conor sat down.

“Wow, that’s great hearing.”

“I know. He constantly amazes me, Detective Ferguson. He’s also a great lover, and that amazes me as well.”

He smiled again. “I think you’re a very lucky girl. We’ve had several rapes in the area recently, and I suspect you apprehended the bastard. DNA evidence will tell us if we got the right man. Do you intend to testify against him?”

“If Wisconsin pays for my airfare tickets back here, I’ll be happy to testify. Gives me another chance to visit with family.”

“What do you think should happen to him?”

“Generally, or specifically?” I asked.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Either.”

“Well generally, I think he should go to prison for a very long time. Specifically, since he came here for a rape, I think my male friend, who is very generously endowed, should rape his ass without benefit of lube to prepare him for his life in prison.”

Conor heard me and started laughing. So did my detective.

“Do you think the other two men in the boat this afternoon were involved in the rapes as well?” I asked.