The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Bernard looked at the big wolf. “He’s the most perfect male I’ve ever seen. No. I don’t think so.”

“Since he was raised that way, he doesn’t take shame in the fact that he has to suck a dick occasionally. Like you, I’m sure he prefers pussy to pricks. At least, I’ve never seen him suck one when he wasn’t performing obeisance to a senior wolf.”

“That’s not quite true, slut.”

“How so, Master?”

“I sucked a lot of dick of even junior wolves to get back in your good graces after I pissed you off. You saw me suck quite a few of them.”

I laughed. “True. I didn’t think you would when I told you it was what you’d have to do. I figured it would keep you from pestering me again.”

“It was worth it,” Quinn laughed, “just for the opportunity to have you in my collar again. Bernard, the question you need to ask yourself is whether or not it’s worth it to you to suck a few dicks in order to remain a part of Anna’s new life? If the answer is yes, don’t worry yourself about whether there’s something wrong with you. If the answer is no, perhaps being a cuckold is not for you, and you need to ask yourself if you want to continue in your marriage, because I assure you, that Anna isn’t going to give up her position as your cuckoldress anytime soon, which you pushed her into in the first place. She enjoys what you created. That’s the only thing you should concern yourself with. Is it worth it?”

“Yes, it’s worth it,” Bernard said.

“Wasn’t such a tough question after all, was it? You’ve got a lovely wife, who’s going to have a baby, giving you a family. I’m sure that having a baby will slow her down some. It slows most females down, having to care for another life. But she’ll continue to enjoy a good fuck with more well endowed males on occasion, especially because she knows she doesn’t have to pick out good husband material. She’s got a good husband. All she needs is a good, raunchy fuck from a more dominant, big dicked alpha on occasion, which are a dime a dozen. Francine is a lesbian, who doesn’t like sucking dick any more than you do, but as Sasha’s submissive, is learning to accept cock, in order to be a better submissive.”

“Well said, sir,” I added. “You’re not alone in what you’re doing, Bernard. I know several other cuckold relationships in addition to yours, and it includes Jewel, and her husband, Evan. They all seem happy with the relationships they have. I wouldn’t sweat it that much. As long as it’s only wolves that Anna is fucking, your relationship is safe. The wolves don’t want Anna for anything more than a fuck toy.”

I got up and went dancing with Quinn. He made sure to lift my mini loincloth and expose my bare bottom to the surrounding dancers, his big paws fondling my ass to the point I was horny as fuck and needed a good shafting. By the time we returned to our table, Anna was back but I no longer saw Bernard. I wondered if Helga had taken him again. That notion was quickly squashed when Anna started moaning in what looked like a splendid orgasm. I looked under the table and Bernard was down there lapping at Anna’s fragrant folds.

“Would you say that Bernard has gotten better?” I asked her.

“Much, much better,” Anna panted. “You can stop now, Bernard. That was wonderful, honey. Don’t wipe off your face.”

Bernard crawled out from under the table and his face was glazed with Anna’s juices.

“You earned yourself a reward, baby. After one of my other lovers fucks me again and you do a good job of cleaning up my pussy, I’ll give you a blow job.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Around ten, we left the dance and returned to our quarters for some good fucking. Conor left with Jewel for her quarters while Evan trailed behind. It was to keep him from being exposed to wolves when Mandy learned she’d be fucking wolves to provide them with puppies.

Quinn gave me to my husband for some wonderful sex (in the public spaces of the suite) while he took care of Anna’s needs in front of her husband. Bernard cleaned up his wife, then sucked Quinn back to an erection (it doesn’t take much for a wolf) so Quinn could fuck her a second time. After doing his clean up duties again, Anna removed his cock cage to suck him off.

“Let me take care of him,” Quinn said. “I want to thank him for sharing his wife and giving me an opportunity to breed you.”

I strongly suspect that Quinn did so, just for Bernard, so he wouldn’t feel so strange becoming Anna’s cock fluffier. If a masculine male such as Quinn could do it, Bernard wouldn’t feel so sissified. Quinn also suggested that she leave Bernard’s cock cage off until he’d seen the videos of her fucking today, and let him jack off to them, so his cage wouldn’t be painful while he watched.

Then Quinn took Lenore and me to bed and gave us each another good fucking before we fell asleep.

******

Our next stop was Cozumel. It wasn’t a private beach or resort, anchoring off the town of San Miguel, so no nudity either on decks or ashore. It didn’t mean you couldn’t be slutty. My short skirt didn’t have any underwear under it. I was collared, though not leashed, the collar enough to demonstrate my submissiveness.

There were some smaller Mayan ruins on the island and that’s where we decided to sightsee. All of the wolves went, plus Sean, the four submissive sluts and Gretchen. The others on the fringes of our group, the new sluts and cucks, went to San Miguel to do some shopping.

Suddenly, all of the wolves stopped, as if their batteries had all run down at the same time, and they stood sniffing the air. Several of them then started loosening their clothes, and Quinn pushed Lenore and me behind him, and Conor and Rene were doing the same to the other humans. Sasha pushed Sean behind her. I’d never seen them act this way before and I knew it had to be another Were. I went into my purse and put my hand on my silver knife. Wolves didn’t care that much about other humans, so it had to be a Were. I motioned to Lenore to do the same.

Suddenly, this god like figure strode out of the jungle by the ruins. He walked like no other human I’d ever seen. Maybe like a dancer striding across a stage. So fucking graceful, so feline, and I suddenly knew the Were was a cat. He was an inch taller than Quinn, and just as muscled, black, with yellow eyes, wearing only loose shorts.

“Hello, doggies. What are you doing here?” He spoke English with a Mexican accent.

Rene answered. “Hello, pussycat. Just sightseeing, enjoying the beauty of your country. We’re from the cruise ship.”

“You have breeders with you. A lot of them.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“We do. We’re fortunate.”

“I think I’ll take one.”

“I don’t think you will, pussycat,” Quinn said. “If you want a breeder, find your own, and don’t think I don’t smell the other two cats in the jungle behind you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do, doggy. You think you seven doggies can stop three jaguars?”

“I’ve hunted bear. They’re at least as badass as you, pussycat. Plus, you don’t give enough credit to the six humans, pussycat. They’re all armed with silver and trained to use it. We only have to keep you busy enough for them to start carving pieces off you. Show him, Jessica.”

I pulled my knife out of my purse, as did the other sluts, and Gretchen. We held them low, as we’d been trained. Mine had a six inch blade and it gleamed in the sunshine.

“Can we lower the testosterone levels for a minute, Quinn, Rene?” I said.

Without taking his eye of the jaguar, Quinn said, “What did you have in mind?”

“A chance to talk, without carving anyone up. Are you willing to talk, Cat, or are we going to go to all out war between wolves, cats, and humans, maybe attract the attention of the soldiers we saw earlier?”

“She’s a feisty one,” the jaguar said.

“You have no idea,” Quinn said. “She held a silver knife to my throat once.”

The cat relaxed a little. “I’m willing to talk.”

“Why don’t you have a seat?” I asked.

He folded down to a squat, not really sitting, probably feeling sitting would be putting himself at a disadvantage. I sat down, Indian style, handing my knife to Quinn, who could probably do more damage with it anyway. I figured if I had to fight, things were already in the shitter.

“What’s your name, Cat? My name is Jessica, in case you missed the exchange. The wolf next to me is Quinn, and the Alpha is Rene.”

“I didn’t miss anything. My name is Tadeas. It’s Mayan.”

“Does it mean anything?”

“Gift given by God.”

I had to admit he did look a bit like a god given gift. “Are the cats in the jungle family or friends?”

“Both.” He didn’t elaborate.

“I don’t know that much about jaguars. Do you live in family groupings like lions, or tend to be solitary.”

“We’re fairly solitary on the whole, coming together for mating,”

“Who raises the young?”

“The female.”

“Even though, as most Weres do, the female Were does not bear the kitten, but a human does?”

“Yes, why so many questions?”

“Indulge me a few more. Are you attempting to seduce anyone now?”

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“Does the woman reside on Cozumel?”

“Yes.”

“Have you fucked her as a human yet?”

“Yes. I’m getting tired of your questions. Where are you going with this?”

“Perhaps two or three more questions. It will be made clear. Do you live on Cozumel?”

“The Mayan Peninsula on the mainland.”

“Since you’ve lived so long, do you have money?”

“Yes.”

“Then pay her to have kittens.”

“What?”