The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

She smiles and leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on his lips to alleviate his pain, “It doesn’t really hurt much, but I am sure it is tender.”

Nodding, he rests his head back against the pillow, “Let’s get some sleep.”

Coral drifts in and out for a few hours, tucked in her mate’s arms. Half way through the night, she finally gives up on trying to sleep and she slips out of his grasp, walking to the water pitcher to take a sip. She cannot figure out why she is having such trouble; quietly looking through her medicine case for some chamomile to steep into some tea, a thought crosses her mind, causing her to flush deeply. This is the first time she has attempted to sleep through the night without giving her body a release. As if a drug, she has grown dependent upon the pleasant exhaustion of it.

Glancing at Quell she knows he is out; she can hear his deep breathing. Coral knows that she shouldn’t; if it is an addiction then she should do her best to wean herself off of it but never the less, she tip toes back to the pillows. Finding the bottle of the elixir, she ponders if using it on herself solo will make the process less painful on her nether regions. Biting her lip, she puts the bottle back down on the ground, only to pick it up once again. Before she can change her mind, she unstoppers it and dumps the oily liquid onto her fingers. Slipping her hand under her shift, she winces when she makes contact with her womanhood but pushes through it, working the fluid into her flesh, her fingers teasing her clit. When her breathing starts increasing she discovers that her pain is gone and her cunt now aches for her mate.

As if he could smell it in his dreams, Quell moans out softly in his sleep, rolling his large body around on the mound of pillows, his legs kicking out slightly. He stops when he is stretched out on his back, his fur covered legs in the air, his torso propped up in the pillows. Coral freezes, embarrassed at being caught for no reason but he continues to sleep even though she watches his large cock grow. Stroking herself, she eyes it as it creeps up his belly before the length of it flops to the side.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

With a smirk on her lips, she strips off her shift and tip toes over to her love. She takes care not to wake him when she steps up onto the pillow, straddling his fur covered chest before pressing her naked body against it. She holds onto the front of his furry elbow with one hand, reaching back to wrap the other around his cock. Bringing it upwards to her slippery cunt, she carefully eases herself onto him. When she has it firmly situated inside of her, she grabs onto his other foreleg and slowly pushes herself down, her hunger for satisfaction is greater than her pain

Quell groans in his sleep, his head rolling to the side before his eyes blink open. Surprised, he looks down his chest to discover that he is on his back and his mate is straddling his belly. Her eyes are closed, her face contorted with her pleasure as she grinds her body against his, sliding up and down his cock.

Coral bites her lip, shivering at the feeling of his belly hair scraping against her clit, his fur brushing her nipples as she impales herself on him. Being able to control the speed and depth of his penetration is a new experience for her; she discovers that she likes it very much. Rocking back and forth, her legs begin to burn with the effort of it; she tilts her head down and presses her cheek into the soft fur of his chest, grinding her hips into him, her pace increasing as she pushes past her exertion. Her womanhood throbs, squeezing and clamping down on his cock as she gets closer. Her breathing becomes ragged until she is panting.

Coral feels his body twitch below her, responding naturally to her movements; unable to contain herself any longer, she slides down as far as she dares, taking more of his cock than ever, burying it deep within her cunt. The painful ache of it makes her cry out into his chest, her body shuddering when she reaches her climax. When she hears Quell moan, she tilts her head up to see his bright blue eyes locked on hers. Her face burns with embarrassment yet she slowly slides her body up against his, bringing herself back down on his cock. His eyes close involuntarily at the pleasure of it and though each movement sends a ripple of blinding pleasure through her, she pushes through it. A few long strokes later, Quell groans when she sinks down on him again, his seed bursting forth into her so deep that she cries out in surprise and has to ease herself forward on his body to lessen the pressure. When her legs tremble under the strain of her own weight, she slowly stands up, letting his cock slide out of her tender cunt, his seed dripping down onto the fur of his belly. Finally clear of him, he rolls over onto his side immediately gathering her up into his arms to pull her close into a deep kiss. He doesn’t let go of her, instead nuzzling his face into her chest before she finally drifts off to sleep.

…

Coral watches the last of the women leave the apothecary with a smile on her face. Though it was an awkward conversation to have with the group, all six women agreed to give the elixir a go despite their clear doubts in its effectiveness. When her stomach grumbles loudly at her, she locks up the shop and makes her way back to the castle. Both she and Quell missed breakfast, having slept in way past it. The morning is cool and the sky is overcast, suggesting that rain might fall again. Gathering up her cloak against the biting wind, she walks up the long ramps into the castle.

Finding Lynette walking down the hall to the small dining room, she gives her friend a hug, “Happy day of your birth, Lynette.”

Lynette smiles broadly, almost blushing “Thank you, Lady Coral.”

Before she can speak further with her, Quell and Vadim appear down the hall, joining them in the dining room. When the King and Queen are nowhere to be seen, Coral asks her mate, “Were are your parents?”

Vadim frowns slightly, “They had business to attend to, so they will not be joining us.”

Coral wants to press him further about it as she can sense the uneasiness in both him and Quell but she refrains when she sees them glance to Lynette; she suspects they don’t wish to dampen the mood with politics.

Their lunch is amiable but brief; everyone excited to continue on with their day. In the hallway, Quell kisses Coral lovingly before leaving her to finish his duties. She can’t help but smile as she watches him leave, before she turns to Lynette.

“I was thinking about going for a walk in the woods to harvest some herbs, would you care to accompany me?”

Though Lynette seems eager to join her friend, she glances at Vadim, “I would love to, Lady Coral, but the Prince asked me to come to the garden with him-though I am sure it won’t be long, I could join you as soon as we are finished?”

Coral’s eyes flicker to Vadim’s-he avoids her gaze. She forces a smile to her lips, hugging Lynette, “Well, come to think of it, it does look like rain today. Maybe we can go tomorrow?”

“Of course, my lady,” she says with an innocent smile on her lips. She gives Coral a brief curtsey before slipping her arm into Vadim’s and they walk off down the hall.

As Coral watches them go, Vadim briefly glances at her over his shoulder.

…

Coral spends the majority of her afternoon in the surgery with Pelium. She takes the opportunity to go through the book of herbs and starts at the beginning, filling in any missing details that she finds. It is a tedious task that causes her mind to wander; she ponders on the possibility of Vadim and Lynette becoming mates, both hoping that they do and selfishly hoping they don’t.

When she arrives for dinner to discover the pair missing, she breathes a sigh of relief knowing that now that they have claimed each other she has even more reason to forget her feelings for Vadim. Using the opportunity of their absence, Coral cautiously broaches the mysterious business that kept the King and Queen from lunch, “I missed your company during lunch, my King.”

With his permanently etched frown, he looks at the young woman, “Missed me?”

“Ah, yes,” she hastily replies, her probing not giving her the outcome she expected, “may I ask what kept you from your meal?” He sets down his fork, this time staring blankly at Coral. She realizes that she might have overstepped her position and quickly back pedals, “I apologize, your highness, I did not mean to pry.”

“You may call me Rainer or father-there is no need for such formality now that you are a part of my family, Coral.”

She nods down to her plate, “Yes, Rainer.”

He continues to watch her before drawing his gaze up to the Queen and Quell; finally, he decides to tell her, “I am sure you have no doubt heard the rumors of what is happening in Centurion?”

Thinking on it for a moment, she recalls hearing Tomir speak of it during her mating celebration, “Women going missing?”

“Aye,” he says, motioning to Kiera, “my mate’s brother, King Yulnar, wrote to her to shed light on the details of the situation. Apparently, for the past year young maidens have just vanished. Some still have not been found; a few have been found dead but even fewer yet have reappeared. They are so terrified that none will speak of what happened to them, though…” He hesitates, not wanting to continue.

Quell finally speaks up for him, “One of the maidens that reappeared is pregnant.”

Coral feels the color drain from her face as she grasps the situation, “They are being stolen, raped and killed?”

Kiera nods woefully, “My brother asked if the pregnant woman could seek refuge here-she has no family of her own and he has concerns for her safety. That is where we were earlier-making living arrangements for her. We had sent a few escorts to Centurion yesterday and when they arrived this afternoon, we discovered that she is quite far along; in fact she appears to be due any day now. While we have no way of telling who fathered the child, we will be able to discern if her attacker was a man or centaur.”

“I see,” she says, trying to ignore the urge to vomit, “where is the woman now?”

“She was placed with a doula to help her during this time. I understand that in a few days you are attending another birthing?” Rainer says.

“Yes,” she replies, ignoring Quell’s surprised look as he knew nothing of it, “Doctor Pelium had me do a bit of reading on the subject and wanted me to be present. He says that it has been a situation that vexed him for a while, not having a doctor or healer present during the birthing.”