The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Jessica Submits to Quinn

As soon as I woke up in the morning, Quinn had my collar in his hand.

“Before I put this collar on you, Jessica, do you agree to wear it as my submissive?”

Just having him ask me made my pussy wet. His cock hardened in response.

“Before you answer, do you remember how I’m to be addressed as your Master?”

“Yes, Master, I agree to be your collared slut.”

Quinn made an exaggerated sniff, letting me know he knew how wet I was. He put the collar around my neck, locking it. I could feel a trickle of liquid seeping out of my pussy, perhaps some of his cum from last night as well. He’d left enough in me.

“Should I send the other wolves away?”

I thought about that, and I was almost eager at the moment for a second cock to enter me.

“Don’t send anyone away, Sir, but don’t let Matt join unless I specifically ask for him. You can use the others for your games as you wish.”

“Including blindfolded?”

“Yes, Master, including blindfolded.”

He added my cuffs to all four limbs, then added a blindfold, then Quinn stretched me spread-eagled on the bed. The erotic tension made me pant. I felt Quinn get between my legs, and I heard his body rearranging itself as he shifted, and a wolf tongue, swept up my cleft, practically causing me to seize, I climaxed so hard. That was the last time I climaxed for the next hour.

The tongue kept up it’s work, but every time I got close, it would stop it’s direct stimulation, although it never really left my skin, just going someplace which wouldn’t allow me to orgasm. When I finally did climax, it was a monster of biblical proportions. I screamed so loud, Brigitte came to see if I was dying. I was thrashing, bouncing up and down on the bed, pulling against my restraints, wanting to cover my poor pussy, which was spasming out of control.

“She’s doing fine, Brigitte. I want you to lick her for the next forty-five minutes, but don’t let her cum,” Quinn said. “I’ll tell you when she can cum.”

Quinn was senior wolf, which in itself was a submissive state for most wolves, so she did as he ordered. So it began again, Brigitte doing the honors this time. I was so sensitive, I immediately begged her not to lick me, but she did anyway. Fifteen minutes in, I quit begging her to stop and started begging her to let me cum, and that didn’t work either. It wasn’t until Quinn told her I could cum that Brigitte pushed me off the cliff, and another earthquake shook my body.

That orgasm over, Quinn released me and I clung to his body like a drowning woman, still shaking from my ordeal. Still blindfolded, Quinn carried me out on the deck and fed me. My hunger sated, Quinn sat down, placed me on top of his cock and I sank down over his thick shaft, cumming twice during the trip. Then it was Conor’s turn to torment me. Quinn held me down so I couldn’t move, impaled on his prick. Conor started licking my clit, again with orders not to let me climax. For forty-five more minutes, I rode that pole, wanting like hell to move, to cum, to climax, until I was screaming in frustration.

When Quinn finally allowed Conor to let me cum, my orgasm must have lasted three solid minutes, contracting and squeezing his cock enough that it only took three massive thrusts to empty his balls in my pussy. I’d never been so tormented, or cum so hard. I was still having aftershock contractions fifteen minutes later. It took five minutes longer than that, before I felt I had my breathing under control.

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I whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” He took off my blindfold and I blinked rapidly.

“It’s time to repay us for your pleasure. Go clean out your bowels.”

“Yes, Master.”

I went to his bathroom, removed the anal plug I’d had in me since yesterday morning, and flushed my system. Since I’d done it yesterday afternoon before coming here, it was easy peasy to clean it out again. I returned and told him I was ready.

The four of us returned to his bedroom and Brigitte lay down on the bed and Quinn told me to pleasure her until he told me to stop. Conor fucked my cunt while I licked Brigitte. Quinn told him to last as long as he could. Brigitte had a half dozen orgasms and I had seven before Conor howled like a wolf and jammed this throbbing cock deep inside and spurted his load into me.

Quinn entered me next. He’d cum once, so he’d have more control and he was able to fuck my pussy for fifteen minutes before he told Brigitte to move and for Conor to take her place. My cum and his still soaked his shaft when I sucked it down my throat.

“Suck his cock, slut. Drain his balls.”

I couldn’t speak for the shaft in my mouth, but I wiggled my ass in acknowledgment of his order, sucking cock instead of licking pussy. Five minutes into my blow job, Quinn squirted lube on my puckered opening, and shifted his thick prick a little higher and squeezed past my sphincter and filled my ass to bursting. Ten minutes into my ass fucking, Conor blew his nut, and filled my mouth to overflowing with his hot cream. Since Quinn wasn’t done yet, Brigitte took his place again and I was licking her hairless pussy some more as Quinn plumbed the depths of my bottom, his heavy sack smacking against my pussy with each thrust. I’d cum three or four times when Quinn was in my pussy, another three while he was in my ass, when he filled my other hole with cum, howling as his mating completed.

My next order was to blow Quinn, and make it last as long as I could. Once again, his cock was coated with the cum he’d discharged in my bottom. Brigitte cleaned the cum dripping from from my pucker to my pussy, even shifting to her wolf to swirl her tongue as deep into each orifice as she could, to get it all.

If my mouth hadn’t been busy licking and sucking for the last half hour, I might have been able to suck Quinn longer, but after the others, Quinn’s root was too big to comfortably handle for very long. I tried to finish him off, but his staying power was too much. My jaw was killing me. He grabbed my head and held it, face fucking me. At least I could relax my jaws from sucking and let him have his way with me, his big cock filling my throat.

Even given it was the third time Quinn ejaculated this morning, I still felt like I was drowning in his semen. I desperately swallowed to get it all without losing any of it.

“Good girl,” Quinn said. “Let me remove your cuffs and you may sit in the hot tub and rest before Conor and I fuck you again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He unlocked them and I went up to the hot tub. I saw it had been set below a hundred degrees to allow for Brigitte’s and my pregnancies. I sank into the water and soaked my well fucked nether regions, easing the lingering soreness from the coital pounding the two wolves had administered. I closed my eyes and drifted. My God, was Quinn ever a fucking animal.

“May I get you something to drink, Miss Jessica?” Matt asked. I opened my eyes to find him standing at attention beside the hot tub.

“Ice water, please, Matt, and Jessica will be sufficient.”

“No, Miss Jessica. Quinn insists that I call you Miss Jessica until he says otherwise. He said that you’re the only reason I’m not dead, and I should make sure I respect that.”

I smiled. “As you wish.”

When he returned with the water, I asked, “Whatever happened to your running buddy, the one you were in the woods with, and what was his name?”

“He’s no longer with the New England pack, Miss Jessica, and his name was Darrell.”

“Is he dead?”

“No, Miss Jessica. He’s currently with your grandfather in the Northern Wisconsin pack.”

“What was his original offense?”

“He raped a senior wolf while she was fertile, Miss Jessica.”

“Who did he rape?”

“Rene’s mate, Sasha, Miss Jessica.”

“How long ago did this happen?”

“Twenty-eight years ago, Miss Jessica, before Sasha was mated and before Rene became pack leader. She had a son, who was put up for adoption.”

“And that’s why he was banished from the pack? I’m surprised he was given a second chance, since he was trying to rape Ingrid.”

“He had a choice. To be penned up for the rest of his life, or to go to the Wisconsin pack and be gelded with a silver knife by Ingrid, but otherwise remain free. He chose to be gelded.”

So not quite the easy sentence I’d initially thought it was. Gelded by the one he’d been attempting to harm.

“Is that what will happen to you if you attempted to rape someone else?”

“Quinn promised he’d wield the knife himself, Miss Jessica.”

“Why were you running with him, puppy?”

“I needed help to bring down game, Miss Jessica. He said he’d leave me on my own if I didn’t help him with Ingrid. I thought, at least she wasn’t one of the local pack. Quinn said every wolf deserved respect and unless one was the enemy of the pack, left alone.”

“Who picked his punishment?”

“Sasha,” Quinn said, standing in the doorway. “Rene wanted him killed.”

I turned at the sound of his voice. Holy shit, he was handsome. A veritable God. If I weren’t in the hot tub, he’d probably smell me liquefying again. Even his scar did nothing to alter how beautiful he was.

“Does anyone know what became of Sasha’s son, Master?” I asked.

He smiled at my use of the honorific, that I hadn’t forgotten I was his bitch.

“You should know how difficult it is to find adoption records on half wolves,” Quinn replied, stepping out onto the deck.

“But you work with the government tracking rogues. Could you find out, Sir?”

“Possibly.”