The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“I’ll reclaim her,” Jeremiah said.

“I think that’s best,” I said. “We’ll go into the other room and give you some privacy.”

We went into the other room and listened to Jeremiah trying to reclaim Paula, first by licking her, which she greatly enjoyed from the sounds of it. Then, we could hear him fucking her vigorously and energetically, and we could hear Jeremiah’s gasp when he orgasmed, but what we didn’t hear was Paula begging and crying for Jeremiah’s cock, the way she’d begged for Hotah’s. She was gasping, and out of breath, but no loud begging for her boyfriend to fuck her.

With his orgasm over, we returned to the bedroom and I told Jeremiah he could shower before he left.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll shower when I get home.”

“I understand. Paula, would you agree to have four children?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’m sure you are. There’s some paperwork you’ll have to sign first. Thank you for coming Jeremiah. I’m sure it’s been an eye opener. I hope you enjoyed the sex with Makawee.”

“She’s a lovely woman. It has been an eye opener.”

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I said, “so all future contact will be through Hotah and Makawee. Good luck to you both. I hope the future holds nothing but good things.”

After Jeremiah left, Paula signed an NDA, then learned she was going to be breeding with wolves. She let Hotah mount her as a wolf as she licked Makawee, just to see what it was like. She was very open to the sexual experience of fucking a wolf, even without witnessing it first.

Before Hotah and Makawee left, Paula said, “Thank you, Master and Mistress. I’m going to enjoy being your slut bitch and breeding puppies for the pack.”

“You’re welcome, Paula. We’ll enjoy you serving us,” Hotah said. “Before we go, we’ve got a gift for you both, Sean and Wolf Daughter.”

“What is it?” I asked

“Something for your submission and Sean’s Dominance. It was made out of buffalo hide by one of our best leather workers.”

They handed us a gift wrapped package. Master told me I could unwrap it, so I opened it up. Inside was a wide belt that went around my waist with numerous D rings which you could clip to, front, back and sides, and thigh cuffs with multiple D rings on it, and wrist cuffs with straps which hooked to either the waist belt, or the thigh cuffs. It was impeccably made with brass fittings, and looked gorgeous. I could see using it instead of my leash when we went somewhere, perhaps wearing Daisy Duke shorts or something similarly skimpy. It would be hotter than hell.

I hugged both of the wolves. “Thank you for this. I will cherish it, always.”

Master thanked them and shook Hotah’s hand, but hugged Makawee. They both left.

Paula said, “Are you going to fuck me now? You told Jeremiah I would get fucked twice more tonight, but Hotah only fucked me once.”

“Master, would you like to dip your wick in this delightful creature again while she licks your Pussycat?”

“Why, yes; yes, I would,” he replied. I smiled at him and lay down on the bed with my legs spread. Paula climbed between them.

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In this chapter, Jessica continues her honeymoon and witnesses her grandfather marry a human. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, interracial and interspecies sex, lesbian sex, Dominance and submission.

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Rhinelander – Gerhard’s Mating

Paula licked me the following morning while Master fucked me. She was getting better, even licking out his semen when he orgasmed. While we packed our things, I told her that she needed to thank her boyfriend for his understanding.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Do I really need a boyfriend?” Paula asked. “Can’t I just hang with wolves?”

“Are you ready to give up your family and everything else you know?” I asked her.

“Why would I have to do that?”

“Because wolves don’t age like we do. Hotah is in his early hundreds. Twenty years from now, you’ll be what, forty-five, developing wrinkles, getting gray hair, your body going to pot unless you take very good care of yourself. Hotah may look another couple years older. There’s a reason you didn’t know about werewolves. It’s a secret. How long will it be a secret if the people you hang out with don’t age like everyone else and you do? The child I’m carrying now, Master’s child, will never be able to know his paternal grandmother as his grandmother, because she won’t be aging like everyone else around her is aging. She only looks a couple years older than her son. She’ll be introduced as a friend of the family, and she’ll need to disappear out of her grandchild’s life before the fact she’s not getting old like everyone else becomes apparent, even to a child. My grandfather looks younger than my mother. Ten years, maybe less, is about as long as a wolf can remain around humans before it becomes obvious to everyone they’re not human. Then, you either give up the wolf you’re fucking, and get another one, or you disappear from your own family’s lives forever.

“I loved a wolf, but I couldn’t marry a wolf. I can’t grow old with a wolf. I’d die before he even looked old. I had to find a human to love, which is why I’m so glad I found Sean. He knows about them, and he can spend time with his mother on the wolf compound, and she can see, and perhaps stay in some non-visual contact with her grandchild, but when your grandchild will grow old and die before you do, there’s no way you can remain a part of both societies. You either go to the packs, and give up hanging around humans, or live with humans and get an occasional fuck fix from wolves. Slowly allow Hotah to become your Master, giving up more and more to him each time, but still remain responsive to Jeremiah if Hotah isn’t around. If Jeremiah is otherwise a good boyfriend, and would be a good husband, don’t give him up for the elusive promise of wolf sex. Let the wolves you fuck change relatively frequently, change Masters every five years or so, then Jeremiah, or anyone else you’re close to, doesn’t find out about them.

“It’s bad enough that they heal so quickly. I’ve stabbed my wolf bodyguards several times in self defense class, and they don’t have scars. If other people were to see that, the wolf secret would get out. In just a couple more years, I’ll have to give up Brigitte and Alicia as my bodyguards, because the humans who don’t know about wolves, are going to see that they’re not changing, and I am. I’ll get new ones until I’ve stopped making puppies, and then wolves will disappear from my life except for some close friends who I’ll only be able to visit on wolf compounds, not in public.”

“I see what you mean.”

“Be good to Jeremiah. If he lets you submit to and fuck a wolf on occasion, he’s a good man and you should hold onto him. Keep him happy. Give him a nice blow job, convince him he’s the best and you never want to lose him.”

We dropped Paula off at her apartment and headed out of town, a rather late start to the day. The drive to Rhinelander would be thirteen hours if we tried to do it all in one day, so we were making a stop in Mankato, Minnesota, after a little over six hours. We had a double queen room at the Courtyard Mankato Hotel and Event Center. Mankato was within the jurisdiction of the southern Wisconsin pack, and they were sending a couple wolves to supper at the restaurant we had reservations at tonight, Pappageorge. We checked into the hotel first, Master bringing me in on my leash. The man checking us in, was kind of interested in my submission, but male, not a breeder, so we didn’t push it, answering his questions, but not inviting more. Let him figure it out on his own.

To go out to dinner, I wore some yoga shorts with the Lush inside of me, and a crop top tee shirt showing lots of belly and the hint of underboobs, with the new harness Hotah and Makawee had given to me. Talk about looking like a submissive slut. If you looked it up in a dictionary, you’d find my picture next to the description. Master made sure my wrists were fastened to my thigh cuffs, so he’d have to feed me.

The wolves were waiting there when we got there, scenting us right away. That was the good part of traveling with wolves. You didn’t need to know what anyone looked like when you were meeting a stranger. The wolves could smell each other and immediately knew who they were. The two wolves meeting us were an unmated male and female, Frank and Sheila, who looked Brigitte’s age, so maybe 55-65, somewhere in there.

They were surprised that we weren’t more low key, as wolves usually tried not to stand out in a crowd. Because of their age, they were roughly the same rank as my two, and Brigitte and Alicia weren’t as deferential as they usually were.

“Watch and learn, Padawan,” Brigitte said, “and you’ll see why Wolf Daughter and her mate, Sean, have already attracted enough breeders for two dozen more pack puppies on their honeymoon.”

Sure enough, Master was playing with the controls on my Lush when the waitress came for our drink orders. Her name was Roxanne and she looked to be under thirty.

“Master, may I please cum?” I asked, already on the cusp of a great orgasm. She looked at me sharply as I spoke.

“Not unless you want a spanking on your bare ass, Pussycat.” Now she was looking at my Master, astonishment writ large on her face.

“Please, Master, I need to cum so bad.”

“Sorry, Pussycat.”

Brigitte gave an exaggerated sniff, letting us know Roxanne was becoming aroused. Before Roxanne took my order, (diet Coke and water) I orgasmed anyway, and it was special. I moaned loud enough the tables next to ours could hear me.

“Five swats, slut,” Master said, sliding a hand under my tee and pinching a nipple.

Roxanne’s eyes widened at the lewd gesture.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, sir.”

I had to orgasm again when she brought the drinks, and took the food orders. I asked for permission, and didn’t get it. Had one anyway.

Pappageorge’s had steak, so that’s what the wolves got, bloody. Master wanted to try freshwater fish, so he got the Walleye broiled in lemon butter. To make it easier for Master to feed me, I got fish and chips, less cutting, and finger food so I could suck on his fingers when he fed me.

When Roxanne took my order, I was boiling. I started to order, but halfway through, I asked for permission to cum again. I got permission and had another one while she watched in amazement.

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” Roxanne whispered when I could finally give the balance of my order.

“I don’t live in Mankato, so it really doesn’t matter what I do here. I can be the perfect slut for my Master.”

“Does he really spank you?”

“He really does, and after he spanks his naked submissive on her bare ass, he always has an erection, so then he fucks me hard. Would you like to see what that looks like?”

“What? Watch you get spanked?”

“And fucked. And if you’re a really good girl, I’ll lick your pussy when he’s done with me.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m married.”