The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Eric stood up. “Sure, bitch, show me what you got.”

I thought Conor and Brigitte had been hard on me as I learned. What the two of them did to each other was vicious, and relentless. I thought I was getting better. If Conor or Brigitte had tried, they could have snapped my neck like a twig. They didn’t have fangs, but they had feet, fists, elbows, knees and damn hard heads. I heard at least two bones snap, and the limb was useless for all of about two minutes before their super fast healing seemed to snap it back into place. Brigitte never worked up a sweat or upped her heart rate with me. They were both panting hard when they were finished, sweat dripping off their bodies.

“Shift,” Brigitte said, and almost before the words were out of her mouth, her fangs were snapping at Eric’s neck and they were rolling around the parking area in a mass of fur and fury. I thought they intended to rip each other to shreds, as there was blood, a lot of blood. However, after tearing at each other for fifteen minutes, Brigitte whimpered and turned her ass to Eric’s wolf, and he was in her on the echo, his wolf cock buried in her wolf pussy. He was fully mounted and knotted as he bit the scruff of her neck, forcing her down to the ground, his haunches jerking as he fucked my bodyguard. He howled as he climaxed, claiming his bitch. They both shifted back, covered in sweat and dirt, his cock still buried deep.

“Great workout,” Brigitte panted. “Great fuck.”

“Likewise,” he panted.

“When you breed me, Eric, don’t fuck me like that,” I said.

“You couldn’t take a fucking like that, so rest assured it won’t be,” he replied. “That’s a werewolf fucking.”

You learn something new every day.

“Do you ever fuck Brigitte like that?” I asked Conor.

“Not indoors, and we can’t do it outside at your place. You pretty much need the woods or werewolf compound for something like that.”

Both of the copulation participants, stood and brushed themselves off.

“Point me in the direction of a shower,” Brigitte said.

“Come with me. We might want a slower repetition of that, maybe in a bed,” Eric said.

Brigitte smiled. “Lead on, McDuff.”

They left and Conor said to me, “You ready to work out some more?”

“Try not to get any more bruises on me,” I said standing up. “I feel like bruises on bruises might hurt like a bitch.”

He smiled, and he didn’t go that easy on me either. Another half hour and I was ready to call it quits. I noticed when we stopped that Martin’s erection was pushing against his pants. He’d now witnessed three wolf matings and everyone on the compound except he and Melinda was going about naked.

I leaned into Conor and whispered, “Is Melinda aroused?”

“She’s ready to pop,” he whispered back.

I moved to where they sat, rocking. “If you wanted to have sex, no one here cares one way or the other, and they won’t bother you, or interfere in any way. I’m going to look for a shower, so there’s no better time than the present.”

They looked at each other and I saw Martin grin.

“Have fun,” I said. Conor and I left them alone.

When next I saw them, dressed again, Martin’s pants looked more comfortable and Melinda had a smile on her face, only the well and truly fucked can appreciate. My Mom and Dad returned with Gerhard around four. I could tell Mom had been crying, though she didn’t look unhappy, probably learning more about her mother.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“We’d best be on our way,” Dad said.

Gerhard turned to Martin. “Have you reached any kind of decision yet?”

“Do we need to?” Martin asked.

“The only reason I mention it, is that once you agree to a breeding, you no longer need to be blindfolded. You may know where this place is. You have as much time as you need to decide.”

Martin looked at Melinda, then turned to Gerhard. “You can leave the blindfolds off.”

Melinda crashed into Martin so hard she almost knocked him off his feet, raining kisses on him. “Thank you, my love,” she whispered between kisses.

“Since Conor will be doing Melinda’s initial breeding, we’ll expect to see you in roughly a year to fifteen months,” Gerhard said, sticking out his hand.

“She’ll be here,” Martin said, taking his hand.

We gathered up our belongings, Mom taking the two photo albums Gerhard was lending her. Since Mom and Dad knew where they were after driving here twice the same day, I rode in the jeep with the others.

“What should I know about Conor and Melinda having sex?” Martin asked.

“Well, you know that wolves are not particularly shy when it comes to sex,” I said. “Depending on what you’re willing to witness, they could be having sex anywhere in the house and at any time. Unless you want to see your wife having sex with Conor, I’d suggest he do his breeding while you’re at work, and then she’s all yours when you get back from work. She could take those five days off work, so she has the days to spend with Conor, and the evenings with you. With Melinda becoming fertile on Monday, you won’t have to watch anything. I become fertile on Wednesday. Conor will need to start breeding me as well, but he can do me at night, while you’re with Melinda.

“My most fertile day is on Thursday, and I need to return to the compound and give Eric his shot at breeding me. We’ll makes sure Melinda has another wolf bodyguard, a female, the day I’m gone. I just went off birth control, so I’m not expecting to get pregnant this time around, but I’m giving the wolves their chance. By the time you get off work on Friday, we’ll be gone. You should know if Melinda is pregnant in a couple days after she’s conceived if the wolves smell her.”

“What if I wanted to see her with Conor, at least once?” Martin asked

“Honey, are you sure you want to see that?” Melinda asked.

“At least once, I have to know what it will be like,” Martin replied.

“What if having seen it, you don’t want to move forward anymore, that you change your mind? What if you hate me, or the way I become with him?”

“At least once,” Martin insisted.

“Then you could cede her first breeding after supper on Monday night to Conor,” I said. “Remember what I told you about Conor’s experience in pleasuring a partner. Melinda will enjoy the sex. She won’t be able to help it. It’s just the way it is. Don’t get mad because she enjoys it. She’s not being raped.”

“I understand,” Martin said, taking Melinda’s hand and squeezing it.

“Then the choice is up to you. Conor won’t care.”

I wondered if he was making the right decision, but my parents had watched each other having sex with a wolf, so who was I to say. My parents did have many more years behind them; might be more confident in their feelings for one another, but Martin and Melinda had been married for six years. As soon as we arrived home, they got in their vehicle and left. Mom and Dad were both naked when we went into the house.

“Is it all right if we borrow Connor for the night after supper?” Dad asked.

“Mom’s first MMF threesome, Dad?”

Mom blushed and Dad grinned. “Something like that.”

“Don’t forget you’re playing golf with Conor tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late,” I laughed.

We had a nice Chef’s Salad for supper. Mom sat in between Dad and Conor, and both of them were playing with her body as they ate. She’d take turns kissing each of them, and their hands were often in her lap, or lips wrapped around a nipple. Even I could smell the perfume wafting off of her married pussy as they played with her. Both of the men had steely erections, and Mother had hold of both of them as they went upstairs to her bedroom.

“I guess it’s just you and me, babe,” I said to Brigitte.

“That’s a hardship,” she said, laughing.

As we lay in bed after some ridiculously good sex, while listening to the other three go at it in my parent’s bedroom, Brigitte asked me how freaked out I was getting fucked by two wolves today.

“I didn’t really know what to expect, so I was a little apprehensive, but I was pleasantly surprised at how good it really felt. On the other hand, watching you and Eric have sex, scared me shitless.”

“It was pretty rough,” Brigitte admitted, “but he was a stud. I enjoyed it.”

“Did you fuck again after your shower?”

“Before, Jess. No point in having to wash up twice. Are you a little disturbed over what your parents are doing.”

“I’d be disturbed if it seemed to be harming their relationship. I see no evidence of that happening. I’m more worried about Martin wanting to watch Melinda have sex with Conor. I know how good that is, and I worry he’s going to get an inferiority complex by watching her have sex with him. They don’t have as much marriage under their belts as Mom and Dad do, to ease them into a new stage in their relationship.”

“Martin seems like he thinks things through. I don’t think he’s doing this on a whim. Before deciding to go ahead, he wanted to see what it would be like for Melinda if she fucked the wolves. Thanks for that, by the way. Having a real human do that instead of a werewolf dressed as a human helped a lot.”

“Perhaps. You and Conor pounded the crap out of me today. I need to get some sleep.”

“Would you like a massage?”

“I certainly won’t turn one down.”

Brigitte gave me the best massage I ever had. I was sound asleep before she finished.