The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“I know. I’ve heard it, but it’s hard to remember the parables when you’re so angry you can scream. I thought, for just a moment, he could be decent, Mom. The previous twelve hours were pretty damn special. He made a wonderful dinner, invited Conor and Brigitte to come spend the night, even made love to me in the most wonderful way imaginable, then pulled this shit because he thought I was some kind of slut or whore? I don’t know what the fuck he was thinking, but I was devastated when they came to the door and said they’d been invited to fuck me for eight hours. I couldn’t see straight. So I gave them everything they came for and hoped Quinn choked on it.”

“Oh, my. You didn’t get pregnant during that?”

“I don’t know for sure. I wasn’t fertile that morning, but I don’t know how accurate that stuff is. If I did, I’ll probably have a human child. No one fucked me as a wolf except in the ass during one of my triple penetrations. I think I’ve now done everything with a wolf that you ever did. I was even jacking off two other wolves while I was triple penetrated and they orgasmed all over my face.”

“Ah. Jessica. Was it bad?”

“I was a little sore afterward, but the worst part of it wasn’t the fucking orgy, it was Quinn arranging it in the first place. Anger kept me from feeling much. Anyway, maybe you and Dad could visit me in a little while, like six weeks from now. I also found three other girls to breed with the Maine pack and they’re all pretty nice. Maybe Gretchen could come with you if you coordinate with her. We can be pregnant together for a bit.”

“I’ll talk to her.”

“Do it tomorrow. I want to call her myself today.”

“Okay, baby. I love you.”

“Love to you too, Mom.”

I called Melinda, Brenda, and Gretchen (individually) and gave all of them the news I was pregnant, although I left out the hateful stuff.

Neither Gretchen or Melinda said they were having morning sickness yet, although Melinda said it was too early. Brenda wasn’t knocked up yet, although she’d had her first breeding, and hadn’t minded at all. She said she was going on two dates a week and getting all of the sex she wanted. Tommy Senior had come by to see his son one day just as Brenda was going out on her date, and was quite the jealous asshole when he saw the stud she was going out with, Eric, as a matter of fact.

“I told him I was getting great sex now that I wasn’t tied down to a cheating bastard of a husband who was with other women as much as he was ever with me, real men who had jobs and could afford to take me nice places. I don’t know what I saw in him in the first place.”

“You saw the star quarterback and not the person he was underneath. He had no character. You saw the glitter and not the substance. All he was, was a pretty face and a hard body. People are so much more than that.”

I invited Gretchen to come visit, maybe spend a couple weeks. She could come with my parents if she wanted to, or come alone. Either way, we could spend some time together. I said my parents would call tomorrow and they could work something out.

Rene and Sasha got there after lunch and immediately shifted to check it out for themselves if I was preggers.

“It’s Quinn’s then?” Sasha said. “How unfortunate.”

I agreed with her thinking it was unfortunate, but said the wolves scented it yesterday, but it was faint and I wanted to be sure, so it might have been on my fourth day of breeding, or early on the fifth that it occurred. Sasha was happy that her mate might end up a father again.

“Yeah, humans don’t usually tell anyone that they’re pregnant until the third month because it’s fairly common to lose a fetus before then. Telling you after two days seemed to be rushing it for me.”

“Well, no matter who the father is, it’s still another puppy for the pack, so that’s good,” Rene said. “Jessica, you’ve done wonders. I thank you.”

“You’re most entirely welcome.”

“Do you need more bodyguards?”

“I think I’m good. I spend a lot of time with the other three breeders and they all have their own bodyguards, so between all of them, I doubt we need more help.”

“If you need anything, let us know,” Sasha said. “We’ll start picking up fees for medical bills and such.”

“You’d be nice to have, at some point,” I laughed. “Maybe we can have a girls night, go to Portland and check out some male strippers to get warmed up, before getting a hotel room and licking lots of pussy.”

Sasha laughed. “You plan it, I’ll come.”

“No alcohol for me, of course. I’ll need to get drunk on pussy juice.”

She laughed harder. “I enjoy your company. I’d like to spend more time with you. Alas, pack matters take up much of ours. We’ll talk to you later.”

When the other breeders came, I didn’t have enough furniture in the living room for everyone to sit on chairs, so several of the men were lolling on the floor. Simone was the last to arrive. She’d had her fourth day of breeding today, and she, Nat and Daphne were coming from Wolf Central, as I was now referring to the compound. Nat, as Simone’s bodyguard, a mated wolf, and a higher ranked wolf, was being allowed to breed Simone every day, although not at WC. He had to do his breeding at any other time, so he still hadn’t fucked Simone today. Her other breeders included Rene every day and a random assortment of other ranked wolves.

Since he hadn’t fucked Simone yet, and wanted to get into her as fast as possible for his best chance of impregnating her, after congratulating me on my pregnancy, the three of them went up to my bedroom and procreated before coming back to join the rest of us. All of the wolves shifted to scent the fruition of my loins, confirming for themselves I was carrying. Of course, with the mating going on in the confines of the house, all of the males were erect, and, we were all naked, so it was nearly a forest of erect cocks springing from the loins of the men, all of whom were larger than seven inches. If I had to guess, I thought that Tony, Lisette’s mate and Dani’s bodyguard, had the slightly largest cock of those I could see. Maybe Nat’s matched it, but he was upstairs. I gave Dani and Randa wine. Everyone else had water, including me.

When the breeding was completed, the throuple came down and joined us. Brigitte had prepared a huge casserole for supper, a goulash type dish, heavy on the hamburger, and light on the pasta. My table wasn’t big enough for twelve either, so everyone dished up and returned to their seats in the living room, Conor abandoning his seat so Simone would have a place to sit. He even put a towel down so Nat’s cum wouldn’t soil the chair as it slowly leaked out of her.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

It was essentially wolf socializing, with a little less out and out copulation going on, but there was some kissing and petting. After eating, we chatted for a while. Randa said she was going to start her first breeding in a week. Dani’s was going to start in two days, on Sunday. Tony would be one of her daily breeders, like Nat, but unable to breed her until the others were finished, as he wasn’t quite as highly ranked as the other wolves seeking to have progeny, but still highly ranked enough to rate for her breeding, especially because he was mated. Randa’s wolves didn’t rate for her breeding, so they couldn’t fuck her at all after she became fertile. They were apparently taking advantage of her non-fertile status now, frequently.

Around eight PM, Brigitte got a phone call from Quinn, asking to speak to me.

“I don’t want to talk to him. Tell him from me that he can go to hell.”

“I can’t tell him that,” Brigitte said. “Wolf protocol.”

“Fine.” I grabbed to phone, said, “Go to Hell. I never wish to speak to you ever again. Fuck off!” And then I hung up. “I don’t follow wolf protocol.”

Of course, everyone wanted to know what happened, but I refused to say anything. I just told them to talk to Quinn’s best trackers if they wanted to know why Quinn was a royal asshole.

“Shit, I already heard about that,” Ryan said. “That was you?”

I nodded and started crying. Brigitte held me again as Ryan narrated what he’d learned. It was pretty damn accurate. Somebody had been paying attention. Randa hugged me after the story was told.

“You’re my hero,” she said.

“Why’s that?” I sniffed.

“Because I wouldn’t have had the balls to do what you did. You’re my favorite slut.”

I had to laugh at that, and the temperature of the party improved again.

Dani asked, “Is there any chance that’s the reason you’re pregnant?”

Everyone looked at me again. “I’m not a doctor and don’t really know for sure, but I wasn’t fertile that morning, so what the hell do I know.”

“That’s what the internet is for,” Daphne said, pulling out her phone. “To answer life’s little mysteries.”

She typed in something and started reading. “Okay, this is from Web MD. Male semen can live in the female’s reproductive system for up to three days, which is why the rhythm method sucks as birth control, because even if you stop fucking before fertility starts, some little bastard is just waiting for the chance to pounce on a passing egg.”

“You mean I have to stop fucking Liam and Ryan three days before I’m fertile?” Randa asked.

“Sorry, bitch,” Daphne said, “but if you can’t trust rhythm, them’s the breaks. Unless you want to end up with a human child you don’t want to take care of.”

“Well, shit!”

“They can still lick you and fuck you in the ass,” I said. “Try to look at the bright side.”

“I haven’t let them fuck my ass yet. Do you?”

“Yes, and it’s not bad, but you need to be prepared for it. Let one of the bitches show you how to prepare. Wolves fuck asses all the time.”

Daphne continued. “It’s extremely rare for conception to occur after normal fertility, but it might depend on the regularity of your cycle. Conception, the actual pairing of the zygotes, normally occurs in the fallopian tubes and the egg continues descending to the uterus, where it attaches itself to the uterine wall. The conditions for attaching to the uterine wall, normally don’t exist after the fifth day, so anything injected after then, should waste itself on fallow ground. So let’s just say, damned unlikely if no one smelled you weren’t fertile. It’s probably the changes to the lining to the uterine wall we smell which indicates you’re fertile. We don’t smell it, it ain’t happening.”

“That’s good. I didn’t want to think of going through this, then ending up delivering a human child. That would have been a bitch, pardon my French.”

“You might be able to get Quinn booted from the pack if it was involuntary,” Nat said. “Quinn’s been riding the edge for some time.”