The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

She gasped, eyes wide as she lifted her head and tried to pull away slightly. He tightened his bite of her hair and pulled harder as his cock pulsed with forceful spurts of cum inside her, his body trembled as he lowered himself tight against her. One heavy paw on her back forced her upper body to the ground, holding her still as he filled her. A rumbling growl in his throat sent a chill down her spine.

Her legs trembled with the realization she’d let a wolf fuck her to orgasm, for both of them. Her cunt was full of wolf cum, and she couldn’t do shit about it until he released her. Her heart began to race, though whether from excitement over the experience or abject fear of what she’d done and wanting to do it again, she wasn’t sure. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. I’m already going to hell, might as well fucking enjoy the ride.

Her hand moved between her thighs, and she caressed where they connected. Yeah, that’s definitely a knot. God, how much cum is in me? There was no leakage around their connection, and he growled as she stroked him. Her hand stopped, and he tugged her hair with a low whine directed at her. Her hand resumed stroking him, and his tugging lessened. Okay, he likes that, I guess?

She stroked him again, and he released her hair. A soft pant was audible as his muzzle lowered beside her face. His breath warmed the hand she propped herself up with as his tongue curled beneath her neck, licking her while her other hand pet him behind the knot keeping them connected. She tried to pull him from her, but he wasn’t budging. Fuck

The euphoria was starting to wear off, and the pain of being stretched so much from his swelling was becoming more noticeable.

Her hand moved back to herself, fingers caressing her clit and causing her body to shiver. Maybe she could get off again. Make the pleasure last a little longer, block out some of the pain. He licked across her neck again, and a soft growl resonated in his throat. For a second, her hand froze, but he made no move to bite. It wasn’t the menacing growl from earlier, but one that seemed to indicate interest or approval in its softness, maybe even a note of pleasure behind it? Her fingers continued, and she looked over her shoulder at the wolf.

His image was striking. The softness of his fur on her skin became more noticeable without him thrusting forcefully into her. The heat from his body warmed her more than her clothes had.

The moonlight glinted in his eyes, and she smiled softly. “My what beautiful eyes, you have, Mr. Wolf,” she meant it as a tease and looked away as he seemed to smile. Her fingers still stroked her clit, fully aware that her pussy remained filled with the wolf’s cock as she enjoyed the gentle touch of her fingers contrasting with the stretched feeling from his knot. She bit her lip and furrowed her brow before lifting her eyes back to his, “And what a nice fuck you are.”

Her hips moved, and his paws shifted, widening his stance. His tongue dragged across her upper back and over her shoulder. There was still a certain amount of fear in her as his breath warmed her back, but it was a good fear. It was an exciting kind of fear. It was the fear of being caught with her pussy stretched by a wolf-cock while she rubbed her clit to a second orgasm beneath his powerful and dangerous body.

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He panted as he watched her. She was fully accepting it. He hoped she felt the same way in a few hours when the sun rose, and he was less… massive. And furry. And maybe not as pettable as she currently found him. Though, his time as a wolf had an effect on the human side as well. Perhaps he could win her over by showing her the things he could do for her as a human lover that were limited to him as a wolf. Like letting his hands curve along her pussy to bring her to another orgasm while he recovered.

Her body arched, and she cried out. He felt her tightening on him again, and he had to fight the urge to bite her as though she were another wolf to be mated. Something to look forward to, perhaps. That is, if she doesn’t kill him when she finds out her future might be more bestial than she’d like…

For now, he stayed over her, protecting her, warming her. Mostly, though, he was claiming her. He wasn’t sure why he wanted her to bond with him. An innate attraction he’d felt for her from the moment he first saw her sitting in the bar with his former friend shortly before dusk was overwhelming everything else for him that night.

His reaction to her threw him. So much so that he had to rush from the bar to get out of sight before his transformation and hadn’t had a moment to spare to even get his clothes off of himself.

He pressed his muzzle to her cheek, nudging it. She reached up with her hand, curled her fingers over his snout, and scratched it. She sighed, a slight shudder to her body as she turned herself onto her back very slowly, and he watched with intent interest.

He’d prepared to snap at her, to make her stop moving because he’d expected it to hurt, but his cock twisted with her, and no pain came from it. His head tipped, his eyes lowered over her body, and he began to lick her neck, stomach, and breasts with an eager delight in reaching her so easily.

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She giggled at the ticklish way his tongue caressed her, covering her breasts from him as he nuzzled and pushed his tongue beneath her arm to get at them again. “I really need you to release me now, please,” she asked, trying to keep his tongue at bay and offering him a gentle scratch beneath his chin.

The masculine voice startled her, “I… didn’t realize this was a thing… It might be a little while.”

Her heart raced. She’d been caught fucking a wolf by someone with a deep, lovely voice. Her cheeks flushed about ten shades of red as she covered her face with her arms. Hoping she wasn’t at all recognizable beneath the wolf. But the wolf wasn’t responding to some intruder. Wasn’t growling or snarling at some person invading their illicit affair. Wait. She thought about what he said. It might be a little while. Was that the wolf talking to her? She decided to test the theory and asked, “How long until it goes away? The… swelling?” her voice trembled.

He huffed. “The what?”

“The… you know… the…”

“Knot?”

“That. Yes.”

“I’ve never done this before, a few more minutes maybe?”

“I’ve lost my goddamn mind. I’m talking to the wolf I let fuck me as though it could talk back.” she laughed. An almost maniacal laughter as she kept her face covered with her hands.

“I’m not a wolf.”

Selena tried to pull away again, but he grunted, “Don’t do that,” putting his paw on her stomach. “Kinda hurts when you pull. Twisting seems okay, though, just carefully.”

She peeked between her fingers, looking up at the wolf’s face, “Did I die? Is this hell?”

“You’re alive. I’m not a wolf. Still human most of the time. Only a wolf one night.”

She tried to pull away again, and he snarled, “STOP!” and nipped at her shoulder.

Her movements stopped, and she whimpered. He groaned, seeming to regret snapping at her, “It hurts. Please, just give me a few minutes?” he said, his tone softer.

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from crying. It didn’t connect for her at first. It wasn’t until he finally pulled out of her that the sudden emptiness should’ve been welcomed, but it came with a release of everything trapped above his knot. Her thighs and pussy were covered in his cum as she scrambled away. Even the ground had a noticeable amount of creamy fluid coating beneath where she had laid. She grabbed the shirt and pulled it back on. “I just fucked a dog. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“Not a dog,” he said, approaching her.

Her eyes were wide, and she backed up. He lowered himself to the ground, approaching slowly, trying to appear unthreatening. He only lifted when his head was beneath her hand. She jerked away from him.

“I’m not a dog,” he repeated. “Not even a wolf. I’m a person. My name’s Asher. Your date was my friend once. He’s about ninety percent responsible for this.”

She stopped and stared at him, “I fucked a dog and now I think the dog is talking to me to alleviate the horrible feelings going on inside of me…”

“I’m not a damn dog. I’m a werewolf, as ridiculous as that is to say. Stay with me until morning and I’ll prove it.”

“Werewolves don’t exist,” she scoffed and backed away.

He advanced on her again, “I thought the same thing until one killed the girl he took into the woods then turned its attention to me because he fucking ran and left me there. Didn’t even tell me why he ran. I was just the fucking look out so he could bone a girl in public.”

“So, he…” she sighed, “I’m sorry, what was his name again?”

The wolf pulled his head back slightly, “You don’t remember his name?”

“No. He was going to be a quick bone, his name didn’t matter. But now, I feel like I’m going to get arrested for his murder so I’d like to know the name of the man you murdered.”

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She lowered her head before looking at him, “You’re a werewolf?”

“I’m a werewolf.”

“And you scratched me, didn’t you?”

He hung his head, ears lowered, “Yeah.”

“On purpose?”

“No. It was an accident. I got… overwhelmed.”

“By what?” she sounded incredulous at the idea of a werewolf getting overwhelmed by anything.

“You. Your scent… your arousal.”

“I still think I’ve lost my fucking mind,” she laughed as she began to button up the shirt she’d stolen from her human lover.