The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Lynette stares into his eyes, silent. A smile slowly forms on her lips, “That doesn’t matter to me, Vadim, as long as we are happy.”

He sighs, smiling and though he does not show it, he is nervous. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to hers. Her tentative hands slide up his body and under his jacket, pushing it from his arms. He makes no move to undress her, letting her set the pace; when her fingers wiggle their way under his shirt to his warm flesh, her breathing quickens. Vadim allows her to pull it up and over his head.

Slowly he slides off of the loveseat, kneeling before her, his legs straddling her folded furry ones. He tenderly places his hands on her waist, his mouth slowly kissing its way past her cheek to her neck where he teasingly nibbles at the crook.

Lynette giggles slightly, her hands wandering over his taught muscled stomach were her fingers press against his skin and slowly slide into the waist of his pants. When she touches his engorged cock, she makes a surprised gasp.

Vadim pulls back, smirking at her; sensing her want, he leans forward, soft kisses landing on her collar bone, drifting down to the soft mounds of her cleavage. Lynette bites her lip, withdrawing her hands from him so that she can unlace the back of her dress, she pulls it and her shift up and over her head. Her breasts are large for her small frame, firm nipples waiting for his attention which he gladly gives them; he sucks one into his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and finger, eliciting a throaty moan from her.

He continues to tease her until her shaking hands try to unbutton his pants. He stands before her, staring deep into her eyes as she undoes each one before pushing the fabric down his legs. When her eyes take in his hard cock, the thick length of it stretching down to his knees, she bites her lip. Tentatively, she reaches out, wrapping her hand around the girth only to discover that she can encompass but two thirds of it. Her breathing fast, she gently runs her fingers over the entire length.

Vadim’s eyes drift closed and he shudders at her touch. He reaches out, stroking her hair before he runs his hand down her smooth skinned back to her soft fur. Raking his fingers across the length of her, he slowly walks along side her lowered body, caressing her furry hindquarters. He kneels down behind her, bending over to place his chest on her ass-one hand slips under her tail, teasingly parting the plump lips of her cunt until he finds her clit and presses it gently; the other hand slides down her hind leg, across her belly to her lower nipples where he flicks his fingers over the tips.

Lynette gasps in surprise, her hind legs jerking at the shock of it. Resting his face into her brown fur, he breathes her scent in, his pace increasing, his hands firmly pressing against her clit. Having never before experienced it, it doesn’t take long for her to let out a moan; she grabs onto the arms of the love seat when her body explodes with pleasure, her hide quivering against his body. Vadim eases his hand off of her teats, fingers gently petting the soft fur of her legs, his other hand slowly stroking her wet cunt. He tilts his head up to look at her, a smile crossing his lips when he sees her body resting against the soft cushions of the loveseat, a hazed look in her eyes.

She glances back at him adoringly, purring to him, “Take me.”

Vadim sits back on his heels; grabbing a hold of his cock, he slowly strokes the length of it, watching her face. He reaches out, gathering her tail up into his fist, pulling it aside so that with the other hand, he can tease the lips of her slit with the tip of his manhood. He gazes at her, his voice husky, “Are you sure, Lynette?”

Her breathing fast, she nods, rocking her hips back against him. Vadim swallows, drawing in a deep breath; slowly, he presses into her. Her cunt is tight; she whimpers when her maidenhood gives way. He takes his time, savoring each inch that he pushes inside, shuddering when she takes his entire length. With her tail still in his hand, he grabs her furry hips and brings one of his knees up so that he can place a foot on the ground. As he withdraws and presses forward, Lynette’s eyes drift shut and she lies her torso against the cushions of the loveseat.

Vadim gazes upon her, wanting desperately to kiss her but he knows that he will never be able to do so while making love; the simple thought makes his heart ache, his mind flashes to his time with Coral, her soft, pale body beneath his, their mouths mashed together as he fought against taking her. Vadim shakes his head, trying to dispel the memory of the woman he will never have. He lets go of Lynette’s tail, running his fingers up the brown fur of her back, scratching them back down to her ass as he forces his touch to draw his attention to the centaur beneath him. He grasps at her, pushing himself faster; she mewls, riding her first orgasm into a second one Vadim feels her cunt tighten over the length of him. He groans, thrusting hard into her, as deep as he can when his seed bursts forth, his legs trembling with the release. His chest heaves up and down, body shaking when he slowly strokes in and out of her cunt until his cock softens and he eases it out of her body.

Lynette is shrouded in a haze of bliss, her eyes half shut, her bare chest heaving up and down. Vadim smiles upon her; he crosses the room, dragging the mound of pillows over towards her so that she can rest against them. Curling up to her, he wraps his arms around his mate. She sighs happily, burying her head into his neck, soon drifting to sleep. Vadim gazes upon her body, his hands slowly caressing her back. He is happy but it is a bittersweet feeling that he now has his mate.

They miss dinner, taking their time to fully explore each other’s bodies; Lynette is curious about his, having never seen a naked man before. She takes her time to trace every inch of him with her hands and her lips; Vadim repeats the sentiments even though he knows his way around women. He manages to catch his man servant in the hallway and has food brought to them. They eat to satisfy their hunger though as soon as they are finished, Lynette gives him little reprieve before her small hands bravely stroke his manhood back to attention and they work off their dinner.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Though Lynette breathes deeply, fast asleep, Vadim is unable to find peace in his slumber; he wakes in the middle of the night, just as he has for the past several days. Sighing, he finds himself slipping from his mate’s arms and out of her room, wandering the halls in darkness wearing just his pants. He ascends the ramp to the second floor; whenever he cannot sleep, he takes a bath but as he knows Lynette would be saddened by him washing away her scent, he decides to visit the bathhouse to let the sounds of the waterfall calm his jumbled mind.

He slips through the door, seeing a ghostly figure in the middle of the pool. Her beautiful, naked body shadowed by the dim torchlight, he gazes upon her supple breasts, the lushness of her feminine curves, the grace in which she idly floats, occasionally kicking her feet to change direction. He contemplates leaving-it is hard enough to be near her when others are around but to once again see her bare form, reminded of the first time he laid eyes upon her soft skin, he feels an ache in his heart. None the less, he walks to the side of the pool and sits down, slipping his legs into the warm water, leaning back on to his hands as he watches her stare off at the ceiling.

When she breathes in his scent, she rights herself, glancing around until their eyes meet. Slowly, she swims towards him, her features becoming visible in the dim light. Her face is calm, but there is a secretive sadness in her voice, “Congratulations, brother.”

“Thank you, sister,” Vadim replies flatly. He yearns for her even now that he has a mate of his own.

“I am surprised to see you here-I would have thought you would want to keep Lynette’s scent on you until breakfast tomorrow,” she avoids his gaze.

“I’m not here to take a bath,” he replies quietly, thankful not to look into her eyes lest she see the pain in his, “I often come here at night to think. The sound of the water calms me down. Though, I am surprised to see you here-I have never run into another soul at this hour.”

She sighs, “I couldn’t sleep. Quell and I… had words.” It is clear that she needs him. Their bond was much deeper than just physical attraction-they share a connection. Neither of them has known true friends, both outcasts in their own worlds, almost brought together by fate, yet, fate keeps them apart.

“Can I ask what about?” He watches her swim to the ledge beside him, resting her back against the stones. Leaning his weight forward off of his hands, he can see her dark red hair puddle around her shoulders, covering some but not all of her perfectly rounded, pale breasts that sit just below the water.

“He was upset that I am attending a birthing later during the week. Apparently he doesn’t want me to get involved with it, despite the fact that both Rainer and Pelium seem to think it is necessary.”

“Why ever in the world would he be upset about that?” His voice is surprised though not at what she thinks; he is surprised that his brother is being such a stupid fool-here he has the love of a beautiful, kind woman, yet he treats her less than she deserves. He knows that Quell still struggles with the loss of his first mate but the fact that his brother would deny Coral anything hurts him, as he would have given her the world had she but asked for it.

“I don’t know,” she huffs, “because he doesn’t want to have a foal with me? Because he is afraid that once I see a newborn centaur that I’ll fall in love with the idea of having my own bairn and he can’t bear the thought of losing it or me like he lost his first love?” She sighs, her eyes burning with tears, “He-he didn’t tell me that he didn’t want children before we mated. He didn’t even tell me about her,” her voice is bitter, “I never even met her and I am sorry that she is gone but it is so unfair that my future is determined by a dead centaur.”

Placing a hand on her bare shoulder, he feels the softness of her skin, both rueing and fondly remembering their night in Severton. She hurts and he knows it-it is something that wouldn’t have happened if they were mated. He is angry at his brother that he would have caused her such pain, but it doesn’t change the fact that she is now Quell’s mate, she is his sister. He must help him and her in whatever way he can, “Coral,” he says softly, “I am sorry that you have been put in this situation. He should have told you, but… it hurts him so much. It is an open wound that festered. Being angry at him or her will not help any of this, instead you need to do what you do best and heal him.”

Her shoulders slump under his words; she reaches a hand up, resting it on top of his. Their fingers intertwine, their grip firm and comforting. They come to a silent understanding, that though they cannot express their love physically, they can still care for each other and comfort one another in a time of need. They know that no matter what, they will always be able to count on one another.

Vadim squeezes her hand before releasing his grip; he rises slowly. His heart is heavy and he fights to reason with himself-he must let her go. He must learn to put Lynette first despite the fact that he will love Coral until the day he dies. His voice is quiet as he tells her good bye, “Good night, Coral.”