The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“I made a promise to give you four days of my time if you didn’t impregnate Brigitte. I like to keep my promises. But if you can’t act like a decent fucking wolf, I will leave early, because I don’t have to put up with shit for a promise I made to someone I thought could be a decent wolf, if he wanted to. You’ve managed to prove everyone else right about you. Take off these fucking cuffs.” I tugged at my arms, still unable to remove them from behind my back.

He unclipped them and I pulled my arms forward and started rubbing them to get circulation back into them. I headed to the shower to wash the stench of him off me.

I turned and looked back at him before I disappeared into his bathroom. “You know, it seems to me that you want to breed a wolf. Well, guess what. Mother Nature didn’t give you that choice. You have to breed humans to get what you want. It’s not my fault. Nor is it my damn fault that Adriana died. Everyone responsible for her death, is dead themselves. You killed him. It should be over now, but it’s not. You’re still clinging to it, like a drowning man.”

I was crying when I went into the bathroom, just sad. Sad that this whole sorry mess was so fucked up. It might have been fun to play some bondage games. I’d never done it before, and I was willing to give it a try. But not like this. I couldn’t even get this nice leather shit off me, because it was all locked on.

I was about to go in the shower anyway, when Quinn grabbed my arms. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Let me take that off of you.”

I stood still as he unlocked everything. I walked into the shower and closed the door behind me, turning on the hot water and washing A-hole Quinn off my body.

******

After my shower, I went and stood on the deck overlooking the ocean. It was beautiful here. I was nude. There were no nearby houses and the temperatures were warm, even with the proximity of the sea. It was relaxing, listening to the waves crashing on the rocks. I was lost in thought.

“Hey, bitch. What up?”

I turned and Brigitte and Conor were standing there in the doorway. I held out my arms and they both rushed over, holding me, kissing me.

“What are you two doing here?” I asked.

“Quinn invited us. He said you might need some pleasant company for a change,” Conor said.

“He’s got that right.”

“What did he do to you?” Brigitte asked. “Did he hurt you?”

“Not like that, he didn’t. He mostly pissed me off. I was kind of hoping to see what nice Quinn would be like. He didn’t show up. Asshole Quinn made an appearance instead. I guess the worst thing he did to me was make me suck wolf cock, and I wasn’t really ready for that yet.”

“So,” Conor said. “How did you like it?”

“Not enough I’ll do it again anytime soon, puppy. It didn’t kill me, so sometime before I die, I might try it again. Don’t hold your breath.”

“Too bad. I love when a bitch sucks my wolf cock. Well, to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t have to be a bitch. It just feels good.”

“Did he force you?” Brigitte asked.

“Not exactly. He said my safe word was ‘I’m a fucking lying bitch who doesn’t keep her promises’, and I didn’t want to say that and not keep my promise, so, you know, here I am.”

“You’re not wearing his collar,” Brigitte noted.

“He took it off before I went into the shower. I guess he could put it on me again. I don’t know where we’re at. I’m so pissed at him.”

“Uh, you mind if we strip off,” Conor said. “I love the isolation and beauty of this place.”

“Nah, go ahead. I’ll say this for him,” I said, “Quinn has a beautiful home. It’s too bad the beauty of his soul, doesn’t match the beauty of his home.”

Brigitte and Conor stripped off, setting their clothes just inside the door. We all stretched out on the chairs he had, relaxing. Since Rene and Sasha had woken me up before dawn to fuck me three times before I went to Quinn, I fell asleep listening to the relaxing sounds of waves crashing on the rocks below.

I felt a hand shaking me, and opened my eyes. Quinn was standing over me.

“Are you hungry? Would you like to eat?” He asked

I checked how I felt. “Starving,” I admitted. “Food sounds good.”

The sun was low behind the house. I must have slept for a couple hours. Both Brigitte and Conor were standing up, looking at me, then Quinn, then me again.

Quinn extended a hand and I took it, using him to stand up. At the moment, he didn’t look too assholish, but I knew how quickly that could change.

He led me into the house. The table was set with fine china, crystal, linens, candles, flowers, silver, for my place setting, surprisingly enough, not stainless, although the others all had steel utensils. There were two tureens of what looked like stew, one mostly meat, the other loaded with vegetables. It smelled delicious. There was a large salad prepared for me, and smaller ones for the wolves. It looked lovely and I told him so.

“This is very nice. I’m impressed, Quinn.”

“Thank you. Have a seat.”

He held my chair for me, and I sat down. He laid my napkin on my lap, then stood next to the vegetable and meat stew.

“How much would you like of this venison stew?” Quinn asked.

“Why don’t I start with half a bowl,” I replied. “I’ve never eaten venison before and don’t know if I’ll like it.”

He ladled a half bowl and gave it to me. It was steaming hot, and smelled delicious. I think the other two wolves’ mouths were watering. Quinn dished up some for them, then himself, then poured me a red wine for me, and water for everyone else, and sat down opposite me. He passed me a plate with thick slices of home made bread.

“Tell me what you think of it,” Quinn said.

It was chunky enough to eat with a fork, so I took a bite of the venison, then the carrots, green beans, potatoes, thick slices of onion and chunks of celery. Brigitte and Conor had dove in immediately.

“It’s delicious,” I told him. “Where did you get it?”

“I made it myself.”

“This would have needed to cook for hours,” I said.

“I made it about a week ago, then froze some,” Quinn said. “I just reheated it.”

“You’re an excellent cook. Your breakfast this morning was tasty too, if a little messy. So was lunch.”

“Thanks. I’ve mostly learned to cook for myself. I’m alone most of the time.”

“Whose fault is that?” I asked.

Conor and Brigitte looked up from their food, staring at me, then Quinn.

He stared at me for a few seconds, then said, “Mine, I suppose.”

“That’s what I would guess, puppy,” I said, smiling, to take the edge off.

He smiled back, but his eyes were smoldering. Quinn looked like he wanted to eat me, and I felt my pussy moisten. How could he be so mercurial?

It was actually a great meal. Quinn asked a lot of questions, some addressed to me, some to Brigitte and Conor, listening carefully to all of our answers, actually learning something about all of us. Quinn could be charming and pleasant if he wanted to, so apparently, he chose not to be charming most of the time.

He asked questions about my family, including Gerhard, and how my mother came to be born, since wolves tried to avoid creating more humans.

I told him the story of how Gerhard fell in love with my grandmother, his passion for her, the desire to mate, despite her being human, the impulse to cum inside of her when she was fertile, even knowing it was wrong. Her death delivering my mother, Gerhard’s sense of loss and never mating after her death, stuck in the past and his own mistakes.

How after we’d revealed the existence of werewolves to my parents and two friends considering breeding, and the necessity to give most human children up for adoption, my Dad realized that Mom, who’d been adopted herself, might have been the result of a wolf/human mating. Talking to Gerhard and learning the day Kathleen died in childbirth, was the day my mother was born, and the adoption agency who’d handled her adoption was the same as the wolves used to give up human children.

“Gerhard showed us pictures of Kathleen when he knew her, and she looked so much like my mother did when she was younger, it clinched the deal for us, and we believed it. My Mom is half wolf, and I’m a quarter.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Is that why you’re arranging breeders for us?”

“I started arranging breeders for packs before I knew I was a quarter wolf. It was while I was informing two potential breeders of wolves and the necessity of mating as you do that the information about my mother came out.”

“Why did you begin arranging for breeders?”

“To start with, I was fascinated. To think that all of these things I’d grown up believing were fables and fairy tales was actually real. I also thought it was sad that even though you mostly mate for life, you can’t have children with the wolves you love. That instead of announcing to the world, who and what you are, you can’t reveal yourselves, and need to remain in hiding. That you have to seduce women as humans, and somehow convince them to fuck a wolf, something that most humans would have a problem with.

“I wouldn’t have done it, if I hadn’t been so desperate for money, yet once I agreed, I found out how endlessly intriguing and great you are as human lovers, and how even in your wolf form, you’re capable of tenderness, and affection for the one you’re breeding. That even bitches as beautiful and loving as Brigitte is, can’t ever have a werewolf puppy, because finding some human man to fuck a wolf is damn near impossible. It’s sad. That’s why I tried getting breeders for the pack.”