The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Jessica finds three female breeders for the Maine Pack. She saves Brigitte from being impregnated by Quinn, agreeing to giving him breeding rights and four other days as his submissive if he doesn’t. They find out why Quinn is so pissed off all the time. This chapter contains anal sex, lesbian sex, interspecies and interracial sex, group sex, and multiple partner sex.

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Saving Brigette, Dooming Myself

I woke up tucked between the bodies of Gretchen and Ingrid, where I’d ended up the night of sex. M’mm, m’mm, good.

Ingrid woke up when I did, too alert not to, and I asked her if she wanted to run with the wolves and me. She agreed and we loaned her one of Brigitte’s running outfits. Since it was my final morning, Mom decided to run with us again, and she’d been increasing her running load since I’d been home, and was doing ten miles with us. My constant running with wolves and workouts with them, had me doing ten miles faster than I used to.

When Gretchen stayed home, Conor agreed to guard her while we went running, and he’d do his running tonight when we stopped to sleep. He also agreed to do the packing while we ran so we could leave earlier. So it was just the four women doing Mom’s normal running route, which we ran twice because she normally did five miles.

I think we (Mother and I) impressed Ingrid. She didn’t think she’d be able to run as fast as we were able to.

“I can tell you’re related to Gerhard,” she said.

She wasn’t panting, because we weren’t that good, but we impressed her none the less.

“You might see if you can get Gretchen working out a little,” I said, huffing and puffing some. “It will make it a lot easier to recover after a baby if she does.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

We were running around seven minute miles, so it only took a little over an hour for us to knock out the distance. Brigitte helped mom shower (sex, okay) and Ingrid and I washed each other (more sex). Dad had breakfast made when we finished, heavy on the bacon and sausages, with lots of carbs (toast) for the humans. Conor had everything packed except the bathroom bag and the food. I kissed both Gretchen and Ingrid goodbye before they left, then said goodbye to my parents after packing up the jeep.

“We’ll try to come visit when you’re pregnant,” Mom said. “We haven’t seen your townhouse yet.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” I said.

We decided to stop at the same three places on our way back, since they were convenient for the trip, and didn’t make any of the driving days too long. On our final stop in New York, after our evening run, Conor reported that Brigitte was fertile, and he couldn’t have sex with her any longer. I didn’t mind taking the extra load. Besides, Brigitte could still suck his cock.

We arrived at my place about 3:30 and immediately took out some meat to thaw for supper. I checked in with Carl for my mail, which he’d picked up while I was gone.

“Anyone else around while I was gone?” I asked, thumbing through the stuff. Some bills I needed to pay right away.

“There was a big guy a couple days after you left. He looked pissed you weren’t here.” Quinn, I’m guessing. “Didn’t say much. Kind of scary. He had a scar.” Definitely Quinn.

Well, he was one of the main reasons we left.

“An acquaintance, Carl. Thanks for this,” holding up my mail. “How’d you like your steak?”

“Really good.”

“We bought it at the Kennebec Meat Market. They have great prices if you buy in bulk. We can split up our next purchase with you if you want. Conor and Brigitte eat lots of meat, and you know, the wolves need some too.”

“Where did the wolves stay while you were gone?”

“With a friend who raises them.” That was stupid I hadn’t thought of that before. “We’ll have to get them soon, probably tomorrow.”

“No chance of another date?”

“I’m sorry, Carl. I shouldn’t have had sex with you in the first place. I was sad and drunk. It’s not your fault. You’re a good neighbor, but I’m not really attracted to you, and you’re older than I am.” Not as old as Brigitte, but she looked younger.

“Are you having sex with your new roommates?”

“I am, both of them. You’ve seen them. Can you blame me?”

“No, not a bit. I didn’t know you liked girls.”

“I was sort of attracted to a girl in high school who was a lesbian, but I was afraid to do anything, and I kissed a few in college, but never went all the way with them. I finally decided to take the plunge, and found I liked it. While I was home, I hooked up with the girl from high school. That was fun. I still like men, but I like women too. I just don’t want you to keep hoping, because I don’t see it happening again.”

“Thanks for being honest with me.”

“You deserved it. I was just ashamed I slept with you while I was drunk. It’s not your fault. I take full responsibility for it. I just don’t want to do it again, that’s all.”

“I’m really sorry, Jessica; not about the sex. It was the greatest sex of my life. I’m just sorry I’ll never be with you again. I had a wonderful time with you.”

“That’s sweet, Carl. I wish I could be more into you, but I’m not.”

That night, Conor fucked me while Brigitte’s tongue danced on my pussy. Heavenly.

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Before we even got up for our morning run, someone was knocking on the door, dragging us from our sleep.

Brigitte and Conor grabbed their guns and went downstairs. Conor went to open the door while Brigitte waited on the bottom step, a dozen feet from the front door. As soon as Conor opened the door, Quinn stepped through, pushing Conor aside.

“On your fucking knees, bitch,” Quinn ordered. Brigitte dropped to her knees, her ass aiming at Quinn.

No! No, this could not be happening now. Brigitte was fertile. Fuck! I heard him ordering Conor to suck him to an erection.

I got the silver knife from the bedside table and walked down the stairs, hiding the knife beside my thigh. Conor was sucking his meaty prick, getting him hard enough to rape my friend. He glanced at me, then ignored me, dismissing me.

Conor finished his chore and Quinn knelt behind Brigitte, prepared to claim his privileges. I grabbed his head and held the knife to his throat. Conor yelled, “No, Jess.”

Brigitte turned to look at me, horror on her face. “Don’t do it, Jess. It’s his right.”

“This knife is silver, Quinn. There’s no healing from what I’m about to do to your throat.”

“Cut me then, you bitch. They turned you against me too, did they?”

“Does it sound as if they want me to kill you? The only one that’s turned me against you is you. Brigitte is fertile, and I know damn well you can smell it. She’s my bodyguard, and if you impregnate her, she’ll be unable to shift for nine months. Months when I might need her protection. Now, I don’t want to promise Rene two puppies, and take one of his best trackers from him, so I’d like to suggest a solution that doesn’t involve me slitting your throat, or my bodyguard being out of commission for nine months. Are you an honorable wolf, Quinn? Will you keep your word?”

“What do you want me to promise? That I won’t fuck the bitch? Cut if that’s what you’re asking.”

“How about you fuck her with a condom on, or fuck her mouth, or even her ass. Will that satisfy your need to humiliate her, or is that the only way to do her, to knock her up? Because I’m perfectly willing to let you fuck her, as long as she doesn’t get pregnant. She owes you her obeisance. What she doesn’t owe you is a human child she has to carry for nine months, then give up for adoption.”

He was silent.

“Come on, Quinn. I’ll even make it more palatable for you. During my next fertile period, I’ll let you try to breed me. You can have me the whole fifth day of my fertility. I’ll be all yours. I’ll even do you one better. If you’re a reasonably decent wolf during the day you get to breed me, I’ll give you four more days to prove to me you deserve the chance to breed me all the other times I’m fertile, but only if you tell me why you hate Brigitte and Conor so much.”

“You don’t know?”

“I only know what Brigitte is able to surmise. She believes you wanted her to mate with you and drove her mate to attack you so you could have her for yourself. If you want her as a mate, you’ve got a damn piss poor way of showing her you care for her.”

“I don’t want her as a mate. I never wanted her as a mate.”

“Then excuse the fuck out of us, because we’re all clueless as to your end game here.”

He looked at Brigitte, still presenting her backside to him. “You don’t know?”

“How would I know, sir. The only thing I get from you is to get on my hands and knees.”

“I’ll promise not to get her pregnant,” Quinn said.

I pulled the knife away from his neck. “Thank you. Since we’re not going to tear each other up, would you like some breakfast? I’m hungry.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He turned to look at me, the knife held loosely in my hand, but still alert.

“Breakfast would be good, yes.”

“Conor, make a good wolfie breakfast. I have some condoms around here I kept for boyfriends, but I’m not sure they’re big enough for you, so I hope you have some on you if you’re going to fuck Brigitte’s pussy. I’m going to put some clothes on, because I have no need to shift. When I return, you can tell us what the fuck is going on.”