The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“You’re taking all the fun out of it, but I’ll agree to that,” Sean said, laughing.

“Then call him up and ask, and tell him he doesn’t have to if it’s too painful for him.”

He kissed me and called Quinn. I knew he had his number, but he’s probably had it since Quinn first contacted him about his adoption. I didn’t want to read too much into that.

“Quinn, Sean here. I know I might be stepping on your toes a little too much, but I wanted to know if you wanted to be one of my groomsmen at our wedding?”

I didn’t have wolf ears, so couldn’t hear Quinn’s side of the conversation.

“I don’t have anyone else to ask for one. I could ask someone from my crew, but that would be putting him above the other members of the crew, and I don’t want to do that. You’re the father of Jessica’s current puppy, which means you’ll always be some part of her life, and I don’t have an issue with acknowledging that. I know I’ve been hostile in the past, and I’m trying to get over the jealousy I had for you. In that same vein, I’d like to treat you more like a friend than an enemy, invite you over at times, perhaps go to your house if you’d care to have us, and if I’m being totally honest, I want to be sure you’re there when I marry her, so you know she’s finally mine. However, Jessica wants me to tell you that if it’s too painful for you if we do those things, you can feel free to refuse, and I’ll find someone else.”

I saw Sean smiling as Quinn responded.

“I appreciate that, Quinn. Thank you. I’ll send you details when Jessica let’s me know what she wants.” He laughed suddenly. “She may be my submissive two weekends a month, but I’m wrapped around her little finger the rest of the time.” He laughed again. “She disarmed an armed thief a couple weeks ago. You would have been proud of her. I’m convinced enough I’ve started taking self defense lessons myself.” Sean smiled again as he looked at me. “I am incredibly lucky. I never forget that.” “Devin is in charge of the bachelor party. I don’t know what he’s going to cook up, but we’ll see.” “Thanks again, Quinn.”

He hung up. “He’ll do it. Said he’d love to see you tie the knot and know you’re happy.”

“Good. Where do you want to go on our honeymoon? By the way, Brigitte and Alicia have to go with us when we go. Also, just so you know, I’m planning the wedding for the day before I become fertile. Every time we fuck on our honeymoon, you’re going to be doing your damndest to plant a baby in me. You can fuck those two wolf sluts as much as you want, but every time you cum, it had better be in my fertile cunt. We’re going to have a kid all our own.”

“Mmm, sounds fun. Any chance we can practice now, Pussycat?”

“If we don’t, I’ll be sorely disappointed, sir. Carry me to bed and have your way with me, Stud.”

“Too bad I can’t throw you over my shoulder, baby maker.”

I leaped into his arms, throwing mine around his neck and planting impassioned kisses on his face.

“You don’t need a shoulder, big guy. You’re plenty big enough to handle a wee thing like me.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

He laughed and carried me upstairs, and I had the best sex I’ve ever had with him. Perhaps talking with Quinn inspired him to do his worst, or best, as the case may be. If I hadn’t been pregnant already, I suspect he could have done the job.

******

My second puppy was a girl, Anna Marie, surrendered to the pack the day I left the hospital. Mom, Brigitte and Alicia were in the delivery room with me. Quinn was with Sean and Dad in the waiting room. He was the first of the non-relatives to see the baby since it was his daughter. His name went on her birth certificate as the father. This confused all of the medical staff a little because I’d already introduced them all to my fiancé, and it wasn’t Quinn.

All of my fellow breeders had already had their second puppies, and Randa and Simone were on their third. Gretchen was waiting for after my wedding since she was my Maid of Honor. Angela, Rose, and Isabelle were all on their second. Dani was having her first child for Carl, and it was either Rafiki’s, Lorenzo’s or Quinn’s. All three of them had fucked her exclusively while she was fertile, so Dani had a 67% chance that Carl’s child would be black. Even though Dani wasn’t having Carl’s baby, Quinn had removed his cock cage during her fertility, so he could either masturbate as the three men fucked a baby into her, or Dani could suck him off as they planted their cum inside of her fertile pussy.

I heard through the grapevine that Lois, Janet and Patricia were pregnant for the second time, Brenda preparing for the third. Melanie had provided her first puppy for the pack, and she and Martin were looking to have their second. They’d asked Conor to provide their second child as he had the first, and Conor was making arrangements to go to Wisconsin and take care of it. Melanie would provide one additional puppy for the Wisconsin pack if he did.

After Anna Marie’s birth, I immediately started working my ass off to get svelte for my wedding. We planned the wedding for mid May, just before my ovulation, warm enough we could have the wedding outside, and good weather for a honeymoon anywhere. Sean had never been out west, so we planned three weeks, flying to Phoenix, then driving and visiting the canyons in Arizona and Utah coming back through Colorado to the Black Hills and Mount Rushmore. Then, a quick stop in Wisconsin to visit Gerhard before flying back from Milwaukee. With four drivers, no one would have to drive too much. Even though we were sleeping in hotels almost every night, we planned on lots of fucking.

Gerhard was coming for the wedding, but I wouldn’t have much chance to visit what with last minute preparations, and I figured it would be a chance to see my other friends and for Sean to meet them, since they weren’t coming to the wedding.

“Are there that many weddings where the bridegroom has fucked all three of the bridesmaids?” I asked Sean, “and will likely be fucking two of them his whole honeymoon?”

“I don’t know,” he laughed. “That is pretty unusual, isn’t it?”

“Especially since two of them are old enough to be your mother. Alicia is sixty now, and Brigitte is sixty-two.”

“They sure don’t look it. They both look in their twenties.”

“I figure five more years before we need to think of replacing them, as we’ll be getting old age lines and they won’t, and we’ll need to start explaining them to our child. We’ll never be able to tell our kids about their grandmother Sasha. We’ll have to tell them she’s just a friend so she can fade out of their lives before too long.”

“I see what you mean about the problems that wolves and humans face living together. It’s more complex than I ever imagined.”

“If we lived roughly the same length of time, it wouldn’t be a huge problem, but when they live almost four times longer, it is a big issue.”

After two months of rigorous exercise, I looked hot, and I was ready for the wedding. I picked out a somewhat sexy dress, baring my back until you could see the beginning of my butt crack, and with appliquéd designs over my breasts, but largely transparent. My bridesmaids got sea foam green gowns nearly as provocative for the wedding. Gretchen had worked out a lot with me, and looked as stunning as she’d ever looked. We were taking a brief break while the clerk put everything in garment bags.

“Do you want to join my other bridesmaids in my bed on my wedding night?” I asked.

“As long as Sean doesn’t fuck me. I’m close to being fertile and I’m not on birth control.”

“All of Sean’s cum has to go in me. I’m planning on getting pregnant on our honeymoon. I’ll be happy to lick you half to death while he’s doing the dirty with me, and of course, Brigitte and Alicia would be happy to keep you company when you get tired of me. If you lick one of them, you won’t even have to eat Sean’s cum, because seriously, no matter who he fucks, the sperm is going into me.”

“I guess this is my clue that I can stop hoping I’ll ever marry you.” She saw the look on my face. “I know. You’ve told me fifty times, at least, that you’d never marry a woman, and I know how much you love dick, but as long as you weren’t married, there was a tiny part of me that still held out hope. I suppose I should start looking around for another woman to love.”

I kissed her. “I’m sorry, Gretch, I could never be what you want me to be. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know you don’t. You’ve given me more than I ever hoped when we were in high school. I don’t blame you. I know we’re not all the same.”

“Still, I hate to disappoint you. You’ve been my best friend forever.”

She smiled, then entered my arms and we kissed, shocking the sales clerk as she returned holding the four garment bags. I had said my fiancé would love my dress, so knew Gretchen wasn’t him or her.

I laughed and said, “Don’t worry. My future husband knows I like a little pussy on the side. He likes to watch, and sometimes participate. As long as there aren’t any dicks on the side, he doesn’t care.”

She blushed. We paid for everything and went out for lunch.

******

Before Sean’s bachelor party, I told him that if his brother wanted him to get a little crazy, I had no problem with it, but make sure he used a condom if he wasn’t fucking a wolf.

“You really don’t care if I fuck some floozy?”

“Are you going to fall in love with her?”

“Unlikely.”

“Then I don’t care. I leave it up to you what you want to do before you spend the rest of your life with me.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know what Gretchen has hatched, but I’m pretty sure there aren’t dicks involved.”

“If there were?”

“I made a promise I intend to keep. Just because you’re not there doesn’t mean the promise doesn’t hold. You’re the only man’s dick that’s going to go in me. You don’t even have to tell me if you fooled around. It’s not that important. Whether or not you love me is all that’s important to me.”

“You sound like a wolf.”

“They rubbed off on me.”

There were a dozen women at my Bachelorette party, half of them pregnant, so they couldn’t drink. Mom, Maggie, Sue, Gretchen and I split a nice bottle of wine and we played some silly games, that only naked, bisexual females could enjoy, one of which was trying to guess who a female was by tasting their pussy juice on a finger. I got Gretchen, Alicia, Brigitte, Dani, Simone and Randa right, having tasted them all sufficient times to get their subtle differences. I pretty much guessed at the rest, and the only one of those I got right was Karina, Sean’s sister, and she gave it away when she giggled when someone fingered her. The wolves got everyone right, even if they’d never tasted them before because of scent, so it wasn’t a game for mixed species if you were concerned with winning, although no one was. It was a game good for a couple of orgasms, though, so we had fun.