The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

On Sunday, we called and spoke to Martin.

“Do you want us to show up tonight, kind of get settled, or should we just come on Monday morning after you leave for work, Martin?” I asked.

“Tonight is fine.”

“Are you still okay with this, Martin? You haven’t accepted money. You can still back out.”

“I want this to happen.”

“I understand. Is it okay if we go nude about your place, or would you prefer us to wear something.”

“Something would be good.”

“You got it. We’ll come by after supper, get Rags used to us.”

“See you then.”

I also called Gretchen and Brenda on a conference call. “Listen, if you’re still interested in breeding for werewolves, my most fertile day is this Thursday. I’m going to be getting bred by a local wolf. You both expressed an interest in seeing what it would be like. If you wish to witness it before undergoing your own breeding, you can watch.”

“Where are you doing it?” Gretchen asked.

“I’d like to do it at the werewolf compound, but you both need to sign the breeding contracts before you can go there. I’ll be staying temporarily at Martin’s and Melinda’s, but I don’t know if they would appreciate wolf fucking in their house. I suppose I’d have to do it at my parents. ”

“Have you done it yet?” Brenda asked.

“I did do it with a couple wolves just to see what it was like.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I climaxed if that’s what you’re asking. I enjoy sex with the human versions more. It’s more personal with them. The wolves mounted me from behind. It’s just easier for them, but it is more impersonal mounted from behind that way.”

“Will Conor be there?” Brenda asked.

“He won’t be, but I’m sure I can arrange for another male to be there.”

“How about Brigitte?” Gretchen asked.

“She’ll be here. One of them has to remain with me. Another couple guys tried to rape me, friends of the first one.”

“What happened to them?”

“Brigitte broke one idiots ribs and an arm. I smashed the other one’s balls and nose, and they got arrested.”

“Damn, you’re lucky,” Gretchen said. “I’d be a screaming Mimi if I’d been that close to getting raped twice.”

“I can’t say it was that close. Not one of them really touched me. Hell, I touched the one guy more than he touched me when I kicked his nutsack and broke his nose. One of the risks of going nude right on the lake, I guess. Attract the unsavory. None of them were local. They were all up here from Chicago. I really hate the big cities sometimes. It’s as if living crowded like sardines turns on your rudeness and turns off common human decency. I like smaller towns for that reason.”

“What time should we be there?” Brenda asked

“Let’s say ten. That gives me time to clean up after my morning run and eat.”

“We’ll be there,” Gretchen said. “I’ve got to say I’m a little curious.”

“You and me both,” Brenda said. “It both freaks me out and fascinates me at the same time.”

“It did me too. I’ll see you then.”

I washed a load of clothes so I’d have enough for a few days at the Johansson’s, washing the wolves’ things as well. They’d be going lightly clothed. Something they could afford to lose if they shifted, their cheap swimming suits or the loose tees and shorts they preferred. I told Mom and Dad, Brigitte and I would be back on Thursday for my breeding with Eric.

“What about Conor?” Dad asked.

“I’ll be breeding with him regularly as a wolf as soon as I become fertile, at night when Martin is home and with his wife. Conor will concentrate on Melinda during the day when Martin is at work. I only promised the local pack one breeder on my most fertile day, so Eric was chosen. Conor will stay with Melinda that day, and there will be at least one more wolf, a female, inside for protection. I’ll have Brigitte and Eric here with me. Gretchen and Brenda want to see what it looks like, then decide if they can be breeders, so they’re going to watch.”

“How weird is it that you have people watching you have sex?” Mom asked.

“Not that odd anymore. It was weird the first time I did it, but as you know, the wolves are pretty casual about the whole sex thing, so I’ve lost most of my normal inhibitions. Did you ever in your life imagine that you and Dad would be having a foursome with two other people, both of them a totally different species?”

“Not in my wildest imagination,” Mom said.

“I wondered what it would be like having sex with two women at once, but that’s as far as my imagination took me,” Dad said.

“If you want to fuck the wolves before we leave,” I said, “now’s the time to do it. I promise I won’t leave the house, Brigitte.”

“If you do, I’ll spank your bare ass so hard you can’t sit for a week.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I asked.

“Jessie!” Mom exclaimed. “Have you done that?”

“No, but I’ve thought about it a couple times.”

“Layers upon layers, Jess. You’re an interesting girl,” Brigitte said.

“Have you done it?” I asked.

“I’m sixty years old. I’ve tried about everything sexual at least once.”

“Conor?”

“I’ve played around a bit. Can’t say anyone has smacked my ass, but I’ve smacked a couple. You have to remember that wolves play rough. We can take a lot of abuse.”

My parents and the two wolves went upstairs. I stayed downstairs and played games on my phone, listening to the four of them having sex and becoming horny as hell. Fortunately, I was getting a lot of sex myself, or I might feel left out.

******

We stopped on the way to the Johansson’s and got a lot of meat supplies for the wolves, mostly raw hamburger. We arrived around 7:30 and put the meat away. Rags began barking immediately. Brigitte apologized before taking her clothes off, then shifted to a wolf. The next time that Rags barked, Brigitte growled menacingly. Rags went belly up, and bared his neck. Brigitte licked him a couple times, then shifted back. She picked Rags up and pet him several times until he stopped quivering, then she put him down and got dressed again.

“We have an understanding now,” Brigitte said. “Rags won’t be any more trouble.”

Rags didn’t bark the rest of the time we were there, seemingly happy as a clam to be bouncing from one lap to the other.

Conor, Melinda and Martin discussed Melinda’s mating over the next few days, while Brigitte and I watched some tube, our arms around each other. I was listening with half an ear. Conor was telling them he wouldn’t have sex with Melinda until he could tell she was fertile, and he’d stop as soon as he could smell she was pregnant.

“One of us would have to be in wolf form for that,” Conor said, “but if we shift once each morning, we should be able to tell if that day’s breeding is necessary.”

They’d hashed out the details in around an hour, and then Conor suggested that Martin make sweet love to his wife, to remind each other how much they loved each other, no matter what was happening.

After they showed us to our room, that’s exactly what they did. It was a small house, and a small room, with only a double bed in it. It would be a tight fit, considering we were all fairly large. I was the shortest at 5-9, but we’d find some way to manage it. We finally stripped off and Brigitte and Conor reminded me why sex with wolves was so much fun, a lesson that Melinda would soon learn.

We were up at the crack of dawn to run. The run wasn’t as picturesque as the run near the lake, but no part of Rhinelander was particularly urban, so it wasn’t bad. Conor and Brigitte pointed out some werewolf sentries near the Johansson’s house. We got home before Martin left for work.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Your wife is fertile,” Conor said. “If you’re still certain you wish to proceed, I’ll commence her breeding after breakfast.”

Martin couldn’t speak; he only nodded before leaving. I felt so sorry for him.

We showered and ate. I had breakfast cereal. The wolves ate raw hamburger, then Conor brushed his teeth, and Melinda led him into her bedroom. Conor bred her twice before lunch. Melinda was a bit of a screamer for him.

As we ate lunch, I told her that it probably didn’t make that much difference while Martin was at work, but he wanted to watch at least once tonight and it would probably not hurt as much watching, if she didn’t scream in pleasure so much.

“I can’t believe how good it feels,” Melinda said.

“Believe me, I know. But this afternoon, why don’t you practice trying to hold it down. The last thing Martin needs is to know is that not only is he infertile, but he can’t provide nearly as much pleasure as your wolf breeder. I mean the fact you receive pleasure will be difficult to hide, but try not to scream so much. It might emasculate him even more.”

“You’re right.”

Melinda did much better that afternoon as Conor bred her two more times. I helped Melinda change the sheets on the bed because it looked like she’d been fucking all day long. She had, but there was no need to remind Martin of that fact. We had dinner on the table when Martin got home from work, and Melinda looked normal. She’d cleaned up before he got home.

While Brigitte and I managed dishes, Conor bred Melinda again while her husband watched. He cut it a little shorter than his morning and afternoon breedings, by roughly fifteen minutes, and Melinda did her best job yet at holding back obvious vocal responses to her pleasure. When Conor finished, he joined us again, while Martin and Melinda remained in their bedroom, and Martin reclaimed his wife.

“How did he take it?” I asked.

“I could smell his fear and apprehension, but he was still aroused,” Conor said. “He didn’t try to interfere. I tried to make this time a little more business like, but sex is sex, and you can’t really hide that you’re enjoying it. He could tell Melinda liked fucking me. I always like having sex, so I was enjoying it as well. He seemed confused by his own arousal.”

“I was a little surprised and confused by my parents enjoyment of you two,” I said. “Even more than their wanting to have sex, was when they wanted to watch each other having sex. I expected they’d want to be gone while it was happening, not watch.”