The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“If you don’t leave us alone, you’re going to get hurt,” I said, torquing his thumb a little. I was surprisingly strong for my size.

“By you?” the first guy said, not realizing how much pain his buddy was in.

“Sure, by me,” I said, applying more torque until his buddy went down on his knees, swearing and groaning. “But look around, and tell me if it’s worth the effort of getting your ass handed to you.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing his buddy writhing in pain, he finally quit looking at me and saw seven other people surrounding us, only two of them male, but all looking quite fierce. Sean and Conor are both imposing men, Conor especially ripped.

“We’re not interested,” I said. “I have plenty of dick, and more than enough pussy to keep me satisfied. Finding ‘real men’ is not a problem. Please leave.” I released my joker. “You ever touch me without my permission again, I’ll break something.”

My guy stood up and backed away. “Sure, no problem. Come on, Buddy.”

Buddy was apparently still thinking about it. Nine people, if you included me and Lenore, waiting to clean his clock, and he still stood there, thinking of how to respond. It’s hard to believe people can be so stupid, fueled by what? At this point, I doubted it was lust. Humiliation, steroids, what?

Suddenly Quinn was there, and he laid a big, meaty hand on the guy’s shoulder and squeezed. The guy screamed like a little girl, in tremendous pain. Rene was right there with him.

“Are you bothering my sluts?” Quinn asked. “They politely asked you to leave and you ignored them. I’m not as polite.”

Buddy turned and threw a fist at Quinn’s face. Quinn caught it and squeezed again and I heard two bones pop. His hand was now useless. It’s no wonder I couldn’t beat wolves in a sparring match.

“Take your dickhead friend and get the fuck out of my sight,” Quinn said. “Take him to a doctor. He has two broken bones. I never want to see you two shitheads again.”

The smart one took Buddy’s arm and left. Buddy didn’t try to fight him, in too much pain at the moment.

“Are you okay?” Quinn asked us.

“Of course,” I replied. “Was there ever any doubt that I’d be well protected, even without your imposing presence, although those two wouldn’t have been a problem even if Lenore and I were on our own. They had no fucking skill at all, only muscles.”

Quinn looked at Brigitte, Conor, Alicia, Sean, Maria, Sonya, and Sasha. “No, I guess not,” he laughed. “I can’t help myself.”

“I’m surprised you even heard us over the sounds of Florence and Jewel’s moaning and begging for dick.”

“They were kind of loud, aren’t they?” Quinn grinned.

“More than a little,” Lenore said. “Isn’t it time to leave and get ready for Glow Night?”

“As soon as Evan is finished cleaning up the mess in two pussies,” Quinn said.

Ten minutes later, the last three people came out of the cabana, Evan’s face an even bigger mess than Bernard’s had been. We returned to the ship and after signing NDA’s, Florence, Jewel and Francis were exposed to werewolves for the first time. All three agreed to be breeders. Evan wasn’t exposed to wolves. He was sent to his cabin to clean up.

When the wolves shifted to show the three newcomers the transformation, Quinn sniffed at Anna for a few moments. Upon shifting back, Quinn informed Anna she was pregnant.

“Does this mean I can fuck you again?” Bernard asked Anna.

“No, honey,” Anna said. “You surrendered your right to fuck me when you told me to make you a cuckold. My pussy now belongs to larger, more virile, more masculine, more fertile men’s cocks, not your little boy clit.” She put her hand on Quinn’s arm. “Your job is to clean up my pussy after I have my pleasure with them. I’ll be taking a Bull now. You’ll get to fuck me only if my Bull allows it, but until I have one, you’ll only get handjobs or the occasional blowjob after you’ve gotten better at licking my pussy.”

Anna had apparently been reading a lot of Cuckold material in her spare time. She sounded like a pro. Anna then signed an agreement for a minimum of two puppies, having thought about it long enough, and not wanting to give up wolf fucking. After signing it, she tugged on Bernard’s cock for a half minute before he blew his load into a handful of Kleenex.

*****

Glow Night was another themed party on the ship. You dressed up in all things neon, blinking, glowing, and otherwise visible under black light, and danced the night away under the stars. We all dressed in body paint only, which glowed under the black lights festooned all over the upper decks. The men only painted their dicks, which meant that for the most part, only their hard, erect dicks were visible. The women were all painted on their pussies, boobs and asses. We put some glow paint on the Lush tails sticking out of our pussies, so our toys would be visible. They were placed in music mode, so we’d be climaxing as we danced, with warnings that we’d be punished for any orgasms we had, in public, on the dance floors.

During the dance, Florence came up to us with her friend, Mandy. Mandy was single, around thirty, and a bit of a wild child.

I was dancing with Rene at the time she approached.

“My friend, Mandy, would like to fuck you, Rene, and if it’s as good as I said it is, she’ll consider having babies for infertile women as well. She can use a little extra income as much as I can.”

Rene turned me over to Sasha, who was dancing with Francis, while he took Mandy and Florence to the suite to have his way with her.

“Pet, have a seat while I dance with Jessica.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Francine said, obeying instantly

Sasha kissed me as we danced. “Thank you for loving my son.”

“Your son is very easy to love. Lenore and I both love him. Did you ever hear the story of why Lenore originally broke up with him?”

“I don’t think so, no.”

“Lenore thought the sex with him was a little too vanilla. Sean was a good enough lover, but the sex was almost always the same, missionary after some oral sex. Of course, by the time she met him again, he’d been trained as a Dominant, and exposed to all kinds of new sexual experiences. There probably isn’t a vanilla bone left in his body.”

Sasha laughed. “That is amusing.”

“He didn’t start out as a very good Dominant. He was a little hesitant about the whole thing. He was raised to treat women nicely, even when, sometimes, we just want to be bent over a piece of furniture and fucked stupid. It wasn’t until he found out his own parents were in a Dominant/submissive relationship, that he found his footing as the Alpha male he is now. I think he only tried it in the first place is because Quinn had been my Dominant, and he didn’t want me thinking he couldn’t do anything Quinn could do.”

“And yet he swapped submissives with Quinn for this cruise?”

“Because he believes now that I’ll never leave him. I won’t. I love him dearly. I’m mated for life, just like a wolf,” I said quietly under the music, knowing she could hear me just fine as a wolf.

“Wolf daughter. It’s a good name for you. Who gave it to you?”

“Takoda, a Navajo Indian, bitten before the treaty.”

“Yes, I met him during Gerhard’s mating ritual.”

“We met him in the Grand Canyon, walking to the bottom as he was walking to the top. He didn’t know we were going to be in the area, and there was some wolf scenting going on when we met.”

She kissed me again, just before Sean came to claim me for a dance.

“What were you and mother talking about?” Sean asked.

“About how you’re stuck with me for life,” I replied, “and the reason why Lenore originally broke up with you.”

“That I was a boring lover?”

“Not anymore, dear. There’s nothing boring about you. Plus how you started pretty tentatively as my Dominant until you found out your adopted parents were okay with it. That’s when you really came into your own as my Master.”

He laughed. I finished my dance with him, then Gretchen, then danced with Quinn again, for the second time tonight.

“How many times have you cum, Slut?”

“Three, Master. So far, the music has been rather slow, so it keeps me turned on, but doesn’t rev me up that much.”

“Let’s see if we can’t change that,” Quinn said.

He went up to the DJ and had a whispered conversation with him. The next ten songs played were hard rocking numbers that turned my pussy to mush. Quinn danced every one of them with me, and he was an excellent dancer, which shouldn’t have surprised me after the strip show he provided for the ladies that time. I was cumming a lot, especially since he didn’t mind stroking my boobs at frequent intervals as we danced. I climaxed fifteen more times during those ten songs. I’m sure the other sluts with Lushes in them, enjoyed the same embarrassing display of cumming during their dances. Suddenly, the vibrations in my pussy stopped.

The DJ put on another slower song.

“Come with me, Jess.”

I followed him to the DJ’s table. “The DJ has three songs queued up. You need to suck him off during the three songs. If he doesn’t cum before the three songs are ended, you’ll be punished some more. It’s okay with Sean.”

I looked towards my husband and he waved at me, winking. The DJ led me through a door just behind the stage and ordered me to my knees. He wasn’t huge, so it was relatively easy to deep throat him after all the practice I got on big cocks. He tasted a little sweaty and salty. I got him off before the end of the second song, so he kept me sucking his cock until all three songs had ended.

“Damn, you’re one fine cocksucker,” he said.

“Thank you.”

We left the room and went back to his equipment. Quinn was waiting.

“How did she do?” Quinn asked.

“Great.”

The DJ opened the mike and handed it to Quinn.

“Excuse me, everyone,” Quinn said. “Just a brief announcement. The woman standing beside me is my submissive slut for the entirety of our cruise. As her Master, she is supposed to ask me for permission to cum. I haven’t given her permission to cum all evening. How many times have you cum tonight, slut?”

He held the microphone in front of me. “Eighteen times, Master.”

“And what is the punishment for cumming without permission?”

“Five swats to my naked ass for each offense, sir.”

“Double check my math, Slut. How many swats does that mean you’re getting?”

“Ninety, Master.”

“Ninety swats to your bare, naked, bottom?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There are five other submissive sluts here this evening, aren’t there, Slut?”