The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Another wolf danced the Salsa, gyrating hips twirls and spins without the normal partner, yet still incredibly arousing as you could almost tell he was fucking an invisible partner on the floor. He got claimed by Lisette.

The next one I hadn’t seen before. Quinn said it was a traditional dance from the Philippines called the tinikling. Two other dressed wolves came out and holding two long, thick bamboo poles, they began pounding them on the floor and against each other. The wolf stripped while dancing between the poles in rhythm to the music. I suppose it would have been easy to get broken ankles dancing the tinikling, and it was a good thing it would have healed easily as a wolf, but he didn’t need to heal, as he did just fine, dancing between the heavy poles.

Another wolf danced the Brazilian Capoeira, which was like a mixture of dance and martial art, with a lot of dancing around like you were fighting someone, leaping like you were kicking them. The next wolf did the Mexican hat dance, mariachi music playing in the background. You could have hung ten Mexican hats on the stiffness of his pecker. Both of those wolves were claimed by strange bitches.

“Our next wolf is a surprise guest. Please welcome Rene, dancing the Samba, with a huge round of applause.”

I looked at Sasha, and she was as surprised as I was that her mate was dancing. He came out with a Carnival costume and danced a credible Samba, again his hips almost doing an imaginary fucking as he shed his sequined pants.

When he came to our table, Mom wrapped her lips around Rene’s rigid rod, and claimed him for the night. So, I would have the bitch, and Mom the husband, alphas of the pack. I wondered if he reminded her of her father, though they looked nothing alike. Just his alpha personality.

“How did you keep this secret from me?” Sasha asked.

“It was damned hard, mon amour. Meetings galore which were nothing more than attempts to practice.”

Sasha kissed him. “Why the Samba?”

“The quadrille is too hard to do without a partner,” Rene laughed.

“Take good care of Jessica’s mother, my love. I want her thinking she’s never had sex as good as yours will be.”

“It will be done,” Rene assured her.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I knew how good that would be. Quinn was the only one who’d ever fucked me better than Rene.

Quinn continued. “Tonight, I’m doing Irish step dancing. I hope you enjoy it.”

Damned if he didn’t do a great job. He may not have been a Michael Flatley of Riverdance, and Lord of the Dance fame (and I got why they were called Lord of the Prance,) but I did feel myself melting again as he kept his eyes on me as he tapped to the Irish music. Fuck, why did he have to be so distracting?

I thought for sure the show would be over at that point, but I was wrong. All of the men came out in new outfits and stripped together with more traditional stripping outfits. It almost looked like the Village People with a cop, cowboy, soldier, sailor, construction worker, doctor, mechanic, fireman, and others all dancing on the stage. The fucking magical dicks sprouting from their hairy loins was a joy to behold. When they were all naked, they started leaping like they were going to do a tuck and roll, but shifting to wolf forms in the middle of the leap, jumping as a wolf, shifting again and landing as a man. Shift after shift, a dizzying array of man and wolf leaping over one another, and finally, Quinn, standing as a man, hopping up and down, shifting to a wolf and dancing on his hind legs, shifting ten times in twenty seconds, appearing as half man/half wolf at times the shifting was so often and so sudden your eyes were deceived.

The hall went dark, and suddenly the stage flooded with a single spot again, and only Quinn was on the stage, a single flood on him. He stepped down off the stage and took Sasha’s hand.

“Sasha, I’m sorry for anything I’ve ever done to hurt you. With your permission, I’d like to fuck you.”

“You have my permission wolf.”

He put his hands on her shoulders, bent slightly so he could enter her standing. Sasha moaned and orgasmed as he penetrated her moist core. Then he began thrusting, switching back and forth between man and wolf so rapidly, it was a human cock in her one second, a wolf cock the second. Not remaining a wolf long enough to knot, but shifting so rapidly, he could thrust in either form. He fucked her standing to so many orgasms, I lost count. Sasha may have as well. His last shift was to his man shape, and instead of resting his hands or paws on her shoulders, he picked her up and slammed her down over his cock as he exploded into her.

I could see how much cum he left inside of her as it was soon leaking down her legs, and I knew I’d be cleaning her pussy of his cum for a long time. No doubt she was well aroused for our mating. I was too, and I hadn’t even been fucked.

“Did you enjoy the show, Jessica?” Quinn asked after he finished, and lightly licked the outside of Sasha’s pussy by lifting her up until her pussy was against his face.

“It was a great show, Quinn. Much better than I expected when I gave you the task.”

“Have I earned your forgiveness, Jessica?”

“You’re an asshole, Quinn,” Gretchen said. “I can’t believe what you did to Jessica. What kind of prick does that to a woman? It’s a wonder she’s even speaking to you. I’d have hired someone to break your kneecaps, you shit!”

“They would have healed,” Quinn said, “but you’re right about it being a shit stunt to pull. I’m very sorry about what I did. I’m hoping to earn her trust again, at some time in the future. I’m heartily sorry for hurting your friend.”

Gretchen stared at Quinn for a long time, a look of disgust on her face. Quinn faced her head on, accepting his guilt.

“If you ever hurt her like that again, I’ll geld you with a silver knife,” Gretchen said.

“I’ll give you the knife,” Quinn replied, facing her anger, accepting it.

He surprised me again. How could he swing so hot and cold?

“You’ve earned one more day to prove yourself to me, Quinn,” I said. “Your last chance. Forgiveness may, or may not follow. I’ll contact you after my parents have left.”

“Might I invite you and your parents to join me in my home tomorrow?”

“We’re leaving for a road trip on Monday, but your home is on the way to our first stop, so yes, expect us sometime in the afternoon tomorrow. We’ll eat supper and spend the night.”

“Thank you.”

The women all picked out the wolves they’d chosen for the night and I saw Mom disappearing on the arm of Rene. Ingrid was taking Quinn’s arm, heading for one of the outside cabins. Brigitte disappeared on the arm of the Scottish sword dancer. Dani left with her tall African wolf and another partner, also male, Lisette and Randa with theirs. Gretchen air kissed me goodbye and left with Lenore, the server she found attractive.

“I’ve got to say it’s kind of strange thinking of my mother with Rene, and me with you,” I told Sasha.

“That is rather amusing,” Sasha agreed. “Rene left our bedroom to us. He’s taking the spare bedroom with your mother.” She took my hand and led me there.

Their bedroom was like Quinn’s. A low, platform-like bed good for wolf or human. We lay down on the bed. I prepared to lick her clean, still oozing thick cum from her pussy.

Sasha stopped me.

“Quinn has got it bad,” Sasha said. “He’s smitten. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you tonight. I haven’t seen him like this since Adriana.”

“I don’t understand it. Most wolves are much prettier than I am. I’m a snowflake on a hot summer day next to him, I’ll die that quickly. Why me?”

“I can’t say. Something in you calls to him, and he can’t help how he feels, any more than I can help how I feel about Rene. Wolves tend to recognize their mates when they meet them. Whatever he sees in you, it’s what he wants.”

“I can’t trust him.”

“He’ll definitely need to earn that trust back, but I thank you for giving him a chance. No one wants to see the old Quinn back. We like the new Quinn a lot more.”

I scented him on the white cream leaking from her pussy. I burrowed my face into it and tasted him all over again, just as I had when he owned me, except mixed with Sasha’s tasty fluids.

After getting her clean, we moved to a sixty-nine, and pleasured each other long into the night.