The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Carl the Cuckold

There was a loud, obnoxious banging on my door the following morning, and both wolves armed themselves and went downstairs. Conor opened the door, exposing Quinn standing in the rain which had started during the night, drenched to the skin.

“You can’t come into my house, asshole,” I shouted.

“Is it mine?”

He could only be asking about the fetus.

“How the fuck should I know, Quinn. It could be anyone who fucked me during the the last three days I was fertile. I hope like hell it’s not yours. Now go the fuck away.”

“Jessica, can’t you forgive me?”

“Why, when I’ll just be disappointed again?”

“Please, I’m begging you.”

“You want forgiveness, Quinn. I want you to apologize to every single wolf in your pack. Every damn one, in person, including Rene and Sasha for every insult, unkind word, near rape, and/or rough sex you’ve had. I want every one of your fucking trackers who fucked me to beg for my forgiveness, on their knees, and when you’re done with all of that, I want you back here, sucking off Conor’s cock and letting Brigitte ass fuck you in front of ten wolf witnesses. After you’ve finished your Labors of Hercules, ask me again. I’ll consider forgiving you, but I won’t promise anything. I think the odds of you doing any one of those things is about a gazillion to one, so I don’t expect to see you back here. Lock the door, Conor. He has no right to enter my home. And don’t come back.”

Conor closed and locked the door.

“Damn, you’re mad,” Conor said. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

“Consider yourself reminded. Great day for a run, right?” I looked at the gray clouds and persistent downpour.

“Maybe we should check out gyms. If we’re going to start doing regular self-defense classes and training others, we need someplace other than your back yard, and we have no weight equipment here,” Brigitte said. “You’re really going to make Quinn take an ass fucking from me?”

“Damn straight. With the biggest strap-on you can find. Do you think he’ll be back?”

“Doubtful,” Conor said. “Proud wolf like Quinn can’t be begging for forgiveness. It’s not his nature, making others witness his humiliation would drive him apeshit.”

“That’s what I figured. At the very least, it should take him a year to apologize to every wolf in New England in person; keep him out of our hair.”

After a small breakfast, because we hadn’t run, we looked up gyms in the Brunswick/Bath area on the internet. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find anything that offered both of what we wanted, mats or a ring for fighting, and weight and cardio equipment. We had to join two places, New England Fitness, and the Brunswick Martial Arts Academy, but fortunately, both of them were in Topsham, Maine, just across the Androscoggin River from Brunswick. It wasn’t ideal, but it was workable. The good part about it, is Simone lived in Topsham, and since Nathaniel and Daphne were living with her, that made it a good choice. Better yet, Dani lived just across the river in Brunswick, about four miles away, so that would be good for her and her wolves as well.

A slight problem arose when Brigitte told the staff at BMAA that she wanted to train some people in a multi-discipline, martial arts approach to self defense and third party protection. They weren’t comfortable with the idea of non-staff working at their facility. for insurance, and a whole host of other reasons.

“What if I become a staff member, but only on certain days for certain classes?” Brigitte asked.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“We do Jiu-Jitsu, Kempo-Karate, and Tai-chi. What can you teach?”

“All of them. I have a black belt in all of them, but I’d like to teach my own class more directed to real life self defense instead of a particular discipline and tournaments.”

“It takes years of discipline to become a black belt in all of them. You’re not old enough.”

She was, but certainly didn’t look that old. Big mistake.

“Or very intense instruction. Try me out.”

Brigitte cleaned the clocks of the two instructors that they had there. It helped she had wolflike speed, the ability to self repair any harm done to her, and a high tolerance for pain.

“Why don’t we know about you?” They asked.

“I don’t compete. I’m a bodyguard. I protect people. It’s best others don’t know what I’m capable of. They lower their guard that way.

They hired her to teach a mixed discipline self defense class three afternoons a week, starting Monday. She called it Street Defense. We bought some gi’s for the class, and let everyone of our group about the classes and where they’d be held. One of their instructors was one of the first to get signed up for the class because it didn’t interfere with his own instruction which occurred in the morning. Simone texted back at lunch and said they’d still stop by our house later after her breeding, and we could eat together.

We figured we could use New England Fitness in the morning for weights and cardio, great for rainy days such as today. We could either ride stationary bikes (later in my pregnancy) or run the treadmills, have a quick meal, then head for our self defense classes. Do that three days a week. Use the back yard, and our running, weather permitting, the other days. Real knife work would have to take place in the woods or Wolf Central. WC also had an indoor gun range where gun training could occur. That could wait some. I already knew how to shoot, but I could probably improve my speed and accuracy.

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We were home by the time that Simone, Nat and Daphne arrived. Brigitte had stirred up some vegetables, (very few), along with double the called for amount of hamburger with two packages of Hamburger Helper, and cooked it for all of us. Simone and I added salad to our meal. They all stripped off as soon as they arrived.

As we ate, I asked Simone how she felt her breeding went.

“It went fine. You get used to something furry fucking you. I’m like you. I liked licking and being licked while doing the breeding. It’s more distracting.”

“Do you still need to breed with Nathaniel today?” I asked.

“Since it was my final day and I don’t know for sure when I’ll pass out of fertility, I had my sex with him this morning before we went to the compound. I didn’t want him to miss his final chance to have have a puppy.” She squeezed Nat’s and Daphne’s hands as she said it.

“Quinn woke us up this morning, banging on my door,” I said.

“What did you do?” Nat asked.

“Told him to get lost.”

“What did he want?”

“Forgiveness; to know if the puppy was his. I told him I hoped not and to leave me the fuck alone.”

“Do you think he will?” Daphne asked.

“I’ve given up trying to determine what Quinn will do. I’ve never met someone who could shift as easily from nice guy to asshole as quickly as he can shift from wolf to human.”

“He was at the compound today,” Nat said. “It was the strangest thing. He was apologizing to every wolf there, even Rene and Sasha. No one could figure out what was going on.”

Conor, Brigitte and I looked at one another. Daphne said, “What is it?”

“Jessica told Quinn she might consider forgiving him if he personally apologized to every wolf in the New England pack,” Brigitte said, “that the wolves who had the orgy with Jess had to beg for her forgiveness on their knees and Quinn would have to suck Conor’s cock and submit to an ass fucking from me in front of ten other wolves, and she might, just might, consider forgiving him.”

“He must have hit twenty to thirty percent today,” Nat said. “There were a lot of wolves there because of Simone’s breeding, and Dani’s starting tomorrow.”

“He apologized to you and Daphne too? What did he say?”

“That if he’d ever insulted us, been rough with us or abused us in any way, he sincerely apologized for his behavior, and he’d try to do better,” Daphne said. “He sounded way sincere. I didn’t detect a hint of sarcasm.”

“Wow. I did not expect that at all,” I said. “It’s why I told him he had to do it. I figured he’d never suck up to every wolf, especially Rene and Sasha. Do you know what he said to them?”

“Not a clue. He was in their office for a long time this afternoon.”

We were cleaning up, flirting, getting ready for some sex later, Simone and Nat with me, and Brigitte and Conor with Daphne. when there was a knock on my door. I didn’t make the mistake of not looking out the peep hole before opening the door. Eight familiar wolves were staring at the door. The one in front sniffed, perhaps scenting me on the other side of the door.

What the fuck!

“What the hell do you want?” I shouted through the door.

“Miss Jessica. We have to apologize to you. Please, ma’am. We’re to do it on our knees.”

Brigitte asked, “Does it look like trouble, Jess?”

I looked at the eight of them, standing outside my door. They looked like puppies with their tails between their legs, although they weren’t tailed at the moment.

“I don’t think so.”

I opened the door and let them in. As soon as they were all inside, they got down on their knees, glancing at the other five of us, four of them other wolves.

“Miss Jessica,” the leader said, “I’m sorry to disturb you this evening, but it’s very important that we apologize to you. Quinn said it was his fault he got us into this fix, and got you mad at us, but it was important to you that we also apologize.”

“It is very important. Let me ask you a question; why the hell did you think that me, a human woman, would enjoy having sex with all eight of you?”

“Didn’t you enjoy it?” The leader said again. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Not really. I was just extremely pissed off at Quinn that he would set up something like that. So pissed, in fact, that I did it to spite him, not because I wanted to get fucked by eight wolves for eight hours. But why would you think it was something I’d enjoy. I really want to know.”

“Uh, it’s complicated,” the spokeswolf said.

“Uncomplicate it for me.”