The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Jessica has sex with her first two wolves as wolves, demonstrating what it would be like for another couple. She also witnesses full wolf on wolf sex between wolves for the first time, which scares her. Martin agrees to let Conor breed Melinda, in return for Melinda supplying the local pack with a puppy. Two more rapists are captured. This chapter contains interspecies sex, oral sex, group sex and lesbian sex.

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Jessica Practices Her Self Defense

I woke to the feeling of a tongue lapping at my folds. Brigitte was awake, but it was not her tongue. She lay with her head propped up on her hand, watching, The memory of the previous night returned. Gretchen. The lovely Gretchen, who I’d never kissed in high school, despite a couple of eager efforts towards the same from the blonde haired beauty, the only acknowledged lesbian in school. Gretchen was kissing me now, but they weren’t on the lips, at least, not THOSE lips. My other lips, currently moist with arousal, enjoying the facile muscle probing my cleft.

Brigitte had noticed my awakening immediately and smiled. Her hand reached out and thumbed a taut nipple, making me gasp. We’d licked Gretchen into a soporific coma the night before, and she seemed determined to repay the favor now. I spread my legs wider, giving her more access, which she took immediate advantage of. She didn’t have the skill level of Brigitte, but that wasn’t unexpected. I’m sure she was much better than me, with substantially more practice pleasing pussies, than I ever had. I sighed and reached down to stroke her hair, letting her know how much I appreciated her efforts.

She gave me three delightful orgasms in a row, then lifted her face from my core, my fluids coating it in a liquid mess.

“I can’t believe I’m licking your pussy,” Gretchen said. “I was besotted with you. I thought you the most amazing girl in school. Oh, did I have the hots for you. I masturbated to thoughts of you every night, hearing your voice crying out for me in my dreams.”

I pulled her up so I could kiss her with my OTHER lips, and licked some of my juices off her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I was so afraid of acknowledging my possible bisexuality. I saw how most of the girls treated you, and I was fearful of being tarred with the same brush.”

“I know. I didn’t blame you, merely pined for you.”

“Wolves don’t really care who we fuck,” Brigitte said. “If it gives pleasure, it must be good. Of course we all have preferences, but not so much most humans would notice. We don’t really have sexual preference identities. No one is lesbian, or gay, or straight. We learned at an early age that all wolves deserve pleasure, and lower ranking wolves needed to provide it. As soon as you reached maturity, you were expected to suck cock or lick pussy, personal preferences be damned. You didn’t have to love someone for sex. Love was for the person you chose to mate, not who you had sex with.”

“Was Phillipe a good lover?” I asked.

“The best. You might be right though. I’ve had other skillful lovers. Rene is damn good, so maybe emotional attachment does increase the pleasure you feel with someone.”

“Who is Phillipe, and why do you use the past tense to describe him?” Gretchen asked.

“Philllipe was Brigitte’s mate, the wolf she chose to spend her life with. He was killed in a fight with another wolf. Wolves are always fighting to establish pack dominance order. Someone lower challenges someone higher, and they fight. Because of how quickly they heal, wolves rarely die in such battles. The losing wolf will go belly up and bare his throat, and the order is established. Another wolf apparently wanted Brigitte as his mate, and killed Phillipe during one such battle, ripping his throat out, too much damage to repair before he bled out. Every time he sees Brigitte, he makes her submit, fucking the shit out of her. We hate him.”

“Can’t she refuse?”

“Not unless she establishes herself as more dominant. Lower caste wolves have to submit to higher caste wolves if they demand it. This wolf is even bigger than Conor. It’s not a good battle. She can’t win at this point.”

“The fucking is inconsequential,” Brigitte added. “Wolves fuck all the time. It’s submitting to the asshole who killed my mate that destroys me. All I can do is submit and bear it, and avoid him like the plague if I can. It’s part of the reason Jessica decided to visit her parents, so we could avoid Quinn. He’d stopped by her house on the way South, and told us he’d be returning on his way back North, and spend more time with us in the process. I love that Jessica brought us with so I could get away from him.”

“How did Quinn get his scar?” I asked.

“Phillipe gave that to him. When I saw that Quinn intended to kill him, I shouted to him to shift and tossed him a silver knife. He tried to slash Quinn’s throat with it, which is when Quinn ripped his throat out.”

“So using a silver knife isn’t legal?” I asked.

“No, not exactly. That’s why fights are fought as wolves, otherwise someone would bring guns and knives to the fight.”

“If Quinn was reacting to Phillipe having a silver knife, how do you know that he was trying to kill him?”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Because Phillipe submitted, and Quinn kept tearing him with his fangs. It was causing more damage than Phillipe’s body could heal. There was blood everywhere.”

“But he could heal?”

“I suppose eventually.”

“Have you ever asked him why he didn’t stop?”

“You see how he treats me. Is there anywhere in there where it appears he’d welcome a conversation?”

“No,” I agreed. “Not much, but now I’m wondering if there isn’t more to the story than I’ve got. But this whole conversation reminds me that we need to keep practicing my self defense. We need to go running, Gretchen. Do you want to go?”

“Run? No, I should get home. My parents are going to wonder what I’m doing. Do you care if I tell them that I had sex with you?”

“No.”

“They knew how much I wanted you, so maybe letting them know I finally had you, will put a smile on their faces. When you see Gerhard, tell him I’ll be one of his breeders.”

“Going to give up your gold star lesbian status?”

“If I fuck a wolf cock, it’s not really a guy’s dick, is it. I think I could still claim to be a gold star lesbian.”

“You’d have to ask other lesbians I guess, because I don’t have a clue, and you can’t talk about it, so who would you ask?”

“Well in my own mind, I’ll still feel like one. I’m also going to take up your offer to watch you get wolf fucked, just to see what I’m getting myself into.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“Hello? Dickless. Why would I need to be on birth control?”

“Good point. What are you going to tell your parents when you get pregnant?”

“That I had my first dick. It was fun, peeps. Brigitte, you’re undoubtedly the best rug muncher I ever met, human or wolf. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Gretchen almost stumbled over Conor on the floor, his wolfie cock erect from all the sex which had played out in the room. He whined.

“Sorry, wolf. I didn’t mean to kick you.”

Gretchen left and we prepared to go running. “Mind if I go with you,” Mom said, already in her running clothes.

“A wolf’s got to run,” I said, kissing her. “Brigitte sets a hard pace and we run ten miles, not five.”

“I’ll try to keep up.”

In respect for Mom’s age, Brigitte set a slightly slower pace. Mom kept up for nine miles before having to stop.

“Conor, stay with her,” Brigitte said. “I need to push Jess if she wants to be prepared to fight.”

“Aye, aye, mon Kapitan.”

Brigitte really pushed it that last mile. Fuck. Even Brigitte was sweating a little when we finished. Mom and Conor arrived five minutes later. Mom almost collapsed when she reached the driveway, but Conor picked her up and carried her to the house.

“I’m going to have to work up to those distances if I’m going to run them again,” Mom said as Conor set her gently on the ground.

“Five miles is probably all you need,” I said. “You get other forms of exercise.”

“How was the run?” Dad asked, coming to the door with a cup of coffee in one hand, and a bottle of water in the other. He handed the bottle to Mom.

“Exhausting.”

“I’ll bet,” he said, looking at the physical perfection of the two wolves. “I know I couldn’t keep up with them. Maybe golf, if I’m going to compete with a wolf.”

Conor grinned up at him. “Five dollars a hole, loser buys lunch at the 19th hole.”

“I’ll probably regret it, but done. I’ll get a tee time for the day after tomorrow.”

It was nice to see the two males getting along, despite Conor having fucked Mom. She seemed to appreciate it too. We runners all took showers, then had breakfast. Dad had already eaten. I texted Dawn and told her to bring a couple of breeding contracts. At least one of the two girls last night was ready to sign one. She sent back a smiley face, but it was a wolf smiley face. Kind of like Conor’s lupine grin.

Dawn arrived at ten, bringing the paperwork. I tucked it into one of Dad’s desk drawers.

Conor and Brigette started my self defense training in the back yard, naked, shortly after she arrived, and Dawn said she’d like to learn, and stripped off and began the training with us. Mom and Dad watched from the porch, grimacing at some of the stuff they saw, unused to the violence we demonstrated. We did more knife work, and Mom went into the house when she saw me stabbing the wolves. Dad often looked away, especially when the blade went into one of the two bitches. They didn’t shift, too open on the lake in broad daylight, so it was all hand to hand. We worked for two and a half hours, stopping when Mom called us in for lunch. Dawn didn’t have any difficulty keeping up with the rest of us. She was a wolf after all.

Mom examined the wolves bodies before we sat down, and noted that almost everything was healed, the first wounds already impossible to detect. My body was battered black and blue.

“Can werewolves be killed?” Mom asked.

“They can if the wound is bad enough. They can bleed out before they knit back together. Brigitte lost her mate in a fight between wolves.

“I’m sorry, Brigitte,” Mom said. “Do you still miss him?”

“Every day.”

“Did you have sex with other wolves while you were mated.”

“We have to submit to higher ranking wolves if they demand it. Once you’re mated, other wolves tend to demand it less, but it still occurs. It’s not always about submission though. We could have sex with other wolves, or humans, for that matter. On the whole, jealousy doesn’t exist with wolves. Sex is an act of pleasure, and fidelity isn’t expected, so you could seek pleasure with others, particularly if your mate isn’t around. Just like wolves have to run, wolves have to fuck.”

“On the whole, jealousy doesn’t exist?” I asked. “When does it exist?”