The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

He climbed into the hot tub with me and pulled me into his lap, his hand grabbing one of my breasts, as his mouth captured mine. I was unable to speak as he claimed it, claimed me, his property for the day. I found myself arching against him, wanting to be taken again, all of me claimed, taken, used. I could feel his cock underneath me, rampant once more. I tried to insert him in me, have him fill me again.

“Not yet, Slut. I don’t want you too sore when Conor and I claim you together. Just relax for now.”

“I need you, Master. I’ve never needed anything as much as I need you inside of me right now.”

“Good, but who’s the Master and who the slave?”

I ceased trying to mount him. “You, Sir. You’re the Master, and I’m the slave.”

“Exactly, Slut. I want you needing me. That’s a good thing, but I get to decide when you get used.”

“Yes, Master.” I leaned into another kiss, then rested my head against his broad chest. “Try to find out what happened to Sasha’s son. I’d like to find out if he’s doing okay.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

I kissed him again, then closed my eyes, nestled in his strong arms and slept.

I didn’t wake up until Brigitte and Conor brought lunch out onto the deck. I stretched, still in Quinn’s arms, kissed him again and got out of the tub. Quinn rose after me, his cock quiescent again, dangling between his legs. Just seeing it, got me hot and bothered again, and all three wolves soon had erections, smelling the bitch in heat.

Despite the plethora of erect cocks, food was the first item on the agenda. Quinn fed me, and played with me, and fed me some more. His magic fingers gave me three more orgasms during my meal. I was a hot mess when we were finished.

Quinn’s phone went off and he looked at the text and laughed.

“The cuckold wants to know if he can ask you for his cock cage key and for permission to fuck his fiancée.”

“Poor boy, Sir.”

Quinn said, “Let’s see, I think I’ll answer that ‘I’m fucking my other slut bitch and she’s not available to unlock your cage. You can, however, lick my pussy to ten orgasms or for two hours, whichever comes first, then Dani can don a strap-on and fuck your ass for twenty minutes. That’s the best I can do at present.’ Will that satisfy both?”

“Probably, Master.”

Quinn sent the text. A few minutes later, Quinn got another. Quinn showed it to me.

Mistress said I’m supposed to ask you to be one of my groomsmen, and that before the wedding ceremony starts, you’re to announce to our guests that you’re her Master, granting permission for Mistress to marry me, and you’re to demand I suck you off before the ceremony for allowing me to marry her.

“Do you really think she wants him to do that, or is she just pulling his chain?” Quinn asked.

“I’m not sure, Master. We can check with her later. In the meantime, I’d say that you accept his invitation to be one of his groomsmen, the rest to be determined later. I strongly doubt the minister would allow it to happen in his church, although she hasn’t picked a venue yet.”

Quinn grinned and set off the text. I accept the offer to be your groomsman, but it may be my Slut who sucks me off in church, not you.

“That should tell me how serious she is,” Quinn laughed, showing me the text.

His master duties to Dani over for the moment, Quinn said it was time for Conor and him to double plug me. He told Brigitte to relieve the puppy in whatever manner she deemed fit.

Quinn picked me up again and carried me to his bedroom. My pussy was very drippy before we got there, both from my earlier orgasms, and in anticipation of what was to come. Quinn lay down on the bed and had me mount him cowgirl style. While impaled on his prick, Conor lubed up my back door. It had been sufficiently stretched earlier, so he didn’t need to stretch it now. As soon as he started pushing into my pucker, I went off.

Both of these men were so strong, I was like a rag doll in their hands. I was thrust into, and out of, back and forth between them, sometimes together, sometimes one going in as the other was going out. It didn’t seem to make a difference how they fucked me, I loved it all. I was in orgasm heaven, begging for their pricks to own me. Quinn told Conor to last as long as he could, to slow down. Conor did. It didn’t slow down my orgasms though. They kept popping off like a string of firecrackers.

I felt Conor swelling in my bottom, and he howled as he climaxed, a wolf claiming a bitch. Quinn was only seconds later, his howl an echo to Conor’s, a second claiming. I felt limp when they were done, though I still had to clean both of their cocks off before I was finished. Both shifted to wolves and their long, wicked tongues, cleaned me off, another climax riding on Quinn’s, swirling inside my pussy. They left me resting on his bed, completely sated, my pussy and ass pleasantly sore.

******

I woke up to Quinn stroking my ass. For the moment, he was alone.

“How are you doing? Are you very sore?”

“I’m pleasantly sore, but not too sore, Master.”

“I’d like to add Matt to the mix, slut. I want a cock in each of your fuck holes. Will you take all three cocks for me.”

I’d done it before. His trackers had made me airtight when they fucked me. I cared very much for two of these men. Matt was even more of a puppy than Conor, but he seemed nice enough. I’d just enjoyed two men using my body. Would it be that much worse if it were three?

“Matt can join us, Sir.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“He’s going to get your mouth. Even if he cums, I want you to keep sucking him. I don’t expect him to last as long as Conor and me, so just keep sucking. I’m sure he’ll get hard again.”

“I expect he will, Sir.”

“I’ll be right back with the other two. I want to claim your ass again.”

“Yes, Sir, just be gentle, Master. You’re so thick and I’m still a wee bit sore.”

“You may use your safe word, Jess. I won’t be disappointed if you need to use it. I’d like to explore your limits with you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Quinn left and got the other two. Apparently, having discussed the program ahead of time, they came into his room and Conor got on the bed, already erect. All three were erect. Had my pussy begun flooding already, or had Brigitte prepared them? I mounted Conor’s cock, easily sliding down his stalk after the previous fuckings. Conor kissed me, began playing with my breasts. Matt knelt in front of me, presenting his cock, and I opened my mouth and tasted him for the first time. He wasn’t quite as thick as either Conor or Quinn, so easier on the jaw. I thought that I’d feel Quinn lubing my brown starfish, but the next thing I felt was a wolf tongue, deep in my fundament.

The wolf’s cold nose, and hot breath was right there, right at my pucker, but the wet, slick tongue had to be writhing and swirling five inches inside of my bottom. It felt so good, I climaxed almost immediately, then again, and again. It was like, but unlike, getting my clit licked while fucking. Instead, I was getting my asshole slathered, and Quinn knew exactly what to do with it. Not as fat as his prick, but a lot more mobile and facile. He kept it up until Matt climaxed in my mouth, baying his pleasure.

As instructed, I kept sucking. Now the tongue left, and I felt his hands lubing me for his cock, massaging my ass cheeks. It felt as if his tongue had opened me up, but in a much more pleasant way than hard fingers or fat prick. When he pushed against my pucker, it easily spread for his prick. Just as before, I went off. The only difference is, my moans and cries were smothered on Matt’s prick. He kept fucking my mouth in time to the shafting I was getting everywhere else, and it was so good.

I’d been so angry the first time, I hadn’t really enjoyed it the way I should. This time, I could enjoy it, in every conceivable way. Having three cocks pumping in and out, made me feel like such a slut. It was the most depraved I’d ever felt in my life because it was more of my own free will, and I loved it. I ate it up. My body ate their cocks up, swallowed them whole. There were times when all three shafts, slid into me at once, right up to their hairy, sperm filled balls. I must have looked like a total tramp. The only thing I didn’t have was a line of other men waiting for their turn. I was suddenly struck with how easy it might be to crave a gang bang, to want cock after cock flooding my body with their hot cream, even have them pulling out and pulsing their loads all over your face and skin, completely consumed by lust. In actuality, I wasn’t that far from it now.

Conor orgasmed first, howling, Matt second, for the second time, splashing my tonsils as his voice joined Conor’s, then Quinn, saturating my rectum for the second time today. A chorus of men, howling like wolves, having claimed the slut. I was tasked with cleaning all three of their cocks to a pristine condition. Brigitte did the same for me, soothing my fuck reddened flesh with her human tongue.

I’d cum so much and so often, I would have welcomed another nap. Alas, it would have to wait as Quinn carried me out to the hot tub again. No one could claim he wasn’t looking after his fuck toy. And a fuck toy I’d become.

I’d lost track of the orgasms I’d had, but I’d been fucked a lot today. Licked and fucked. Singly and in multiple combinations. Three times in my pussy, three in my ass, pussy and cock in my mouth.

“It sounded as if you enjoyed yourself,” Quinn said.

“No question of that, Sir. I’d have to say you’ve successfully turned me into quite the slut, and I’ve enjoyed it.”

“The next time you submit to me, will be like this, except you’ll need my permission to cum, or you’ll be punished. I like spanking naked buttocks, so don’t expect to get permission to orgasm very frequently.”