The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

The wolf licked again, and she grabbed the blood-soaked fur beneath its chin, trying to push its head away. It snarled-a deep, reverberating noise that was full of a threat she could feel with the vibrations along her skin. She released her hold instantly. This was no mere dog; this was a killer, and her vulnerability was reemphasized. The wolf’s snout pressed against her pussy, its tongue pushed against her, and she dared not try to stop it again. Its tongue penetrated her, and she lifted her hips from the ground in reflex. “Fuck,” she whimpered as its tongue pushed into her, curling and lapping at the arousal within. “Oh fuck.” No sensation she’d ever experienced before came close to what the wolf was forcing her to endure. Despite the animalistic nature of it, her body came alive, responding to the carnal intrusion.

She watched it stop, eyes lifted to her before it pushed its tongue back out, lapping up and over her clit. Her toes curled, butterflies flitted through her stomach, and a gasp slipped from her throat. Again, her hand grasped its fur in reflex, but she didn’t push it away this time. She held it.

The wolf’s tongue became insistent. Repeatedly curling inside and along her labia, it seemed to focus its thick tongue on her clit. Her hips twitched beneath it; she couldn’t stop herself from squirming. Oh, fuck, I’m going to hell. She was almost in tears from the intense jolt of pleasure she was experiencing. It was so fucking wrong, but the size of it, the force of it, made it feel so much better than her human lover’s tongue of mere moments before.

Selena opened her legs wider, pulling her knees up and placing her feet flat on the ground. He accepted her invitation and licked harder, faster. Her cheeks flushed, and her grip on his fur tightened; she pulled him toward her, wanting more, needing more. She accepted his tongue so eagerly, so readily, and every lick elicited a whimper.

The wolf lowered its body to her leg, and her eyes widened as she felt the heavy pulse of its cock on her calf. Not ‘it’… his. I should’ve known. The wolf’s hips moved, and his cock rubbed against her. Fuck. She didn’t understand why she was reacting with such wanton need, only that her body was crying out for more. Perhaps it was the pure primal carnality of it or her heightened arousal going unfulfilled for so long. Maybe it was nothing more than nature: the submission of the female before the dominant… wolf… But whatever the reason… she let go of his fur and began to roll to her side, her movements deliberately slow to not alarm the wolf or provoke a precipitous reaction.

He snarled, his paw pushed heavily on her thigh, and she froze. Easy, boy. I’m just trying to give you what you want. She lowered her eyes, instinctively showing her submission, and cautiously continued her move. Her evident show of submission made his blood race, and another growl slipped from his throat. His claws clenched in reflex, wanting to hold and restrain her. In a moment of lost focus, his claw cut a thin slice in the soft flesh of her thigh. She winced in reflex, but the pain was minor. The constant fear that each growl, each snarl, each scratch of his claw might be the last thing she knew that kept her heart racing. Maybe that’s why I’m so desperate to show him my submission. Don’t hurt me, Mr. Wolf; I’m no threat to you. She pulled the dead man’s shirt from her body as she moved. See? Naked. No threat. Soft. Accepting. Yours?

The wolf was growling steadily, a dominant noise from low in his throat. Less a preempt to attack – or so she hoped – and more a statement of ‘mine.’ It was possessive, she realized, and the thought thrilled her.

Selena was on her side on the ground, naked before him, and gradually she continued her turn, her ass lifting as she carefully crawled onto her knees. Immediately, she felt his tongue push into her from behind, driving a gasp from her throat. Oh fuck… yes… I’m not a threat to you. Just lick, don’t… don’t eat. Her raised ass allowed him to push deeper into her, and her gasp became a cry. Instinctively, her head went down, and her hips rose up, opening herself to his probing tongue. Oh God… deeper, please. He seemed to hear her, pushing his wolf-tongue into her, curling and dragging for the full length and thickness. She moaned her uncontrollable response to him.

He continued licking her pussy, pushing his snout against her to get his tongue fully inside her, curling and twisting along her inner walls. Her hips raised higher, and her knees spread further apart. She had tears in her eyes, uncertain whether she had any choice left, knowing only that she was presenting herself to him in such a way, driven by her submission, her arousal, and her desire to live.

His tongue slid over her pussy and back along her thighs.

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As soon as his tongue licked across her thighs, he tasted it. Blood. He pulled back and saw a new line of blood forming. She’d been scratched, and it hadn’t been there before. Shit. His claws. He hadn’t meant to do that.

She’d presented herself as willing. Her deliberate move to all fours, her ass raising in the air, the heady scent of her arousal permeating his tongue, nose, and the air around them. Everywhere smelled of her sex. Of her need. Her actions came about after she’d felt his cock on her thigh. It seemed clear to him that she wanted him to take her. It was what he wanted, too. His little mistake presented him the opportunity to oblige her evident desire, and he would take it. He just wasn’t sure she was ready yet and he didn’t want to harm her. Hurt her, maybe, but not harm her.

She lay her head down on her arm but kept her ass lifted, her knees spread far apart, pussy wet and on clear display for him. He licked again, and she pushed her hips back against his tongue.

Oh.

She was actively asking. Not begging, but asking him to take her now, not in a little while. He definitely wanted her. And because of that thin slice, he had no further reason to resist. She would turn whether it was passed sexually or not. It’s definitely far too late to avoid this. With her presented so, her sex filling his senses, it was hardly the time to feel remorse.

His tongue dragged from beneath her up and over her pussy and along the center of her ass. Her legs trembled, and he moved over her. She was small, and he very much wasn’t. He was just under her height from shoulder to paw. From tip to tail, he was probably seven to eight feet. His cock was reasonably proportionate to his size, but it was longer than thick.

He knew he’d have to be careful. Still, he’d never fucked anyone as a wolf, so he didn’t know what to expect or how to control things. Yet… she was offering, so how could he say no?

He put his paws on her lower back, and she braced, dropping to her elbows to support his weight. He noticed her strain beneath his paws and, as best he was able, kept his weight back over his hind legs.

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There was a moment where second thoughts almost made her pull away from him. Could she really go through with this? But, before she’d even finished the thought, he’d already mounted her, and his cock was pushing into her. He was surprisingly gentle. He was a wolf, a beast. He was supposed to be animalistic and rough, not with this sudden care after how forceful he’d been with his tongue. She bit down on her arm as her body trembled. He was still so much larger than any human she’d had, and gentle or not, he was stretching her wide. It was unreal how full she felt, but she couldn’t wrap her head around his gentleness.

But he’d penetrated her so carefully, slowly. He’d shown restraint and control, and he panted as his hips thrust a few times before he moved his paws from her back, straddling her shoulders. In this position, he was large enough to stand over her, and the release of weight from her back was a relief. Her ass raised higher in response, and she moaned as he slipped further in. He bit her hair, pulling it as he began to push further into her. God, just like I’d asked for earlier… and a lifetime ago. How did he know to pull my hair? He seemed cautious of harming her further, hesitant to push himself deeper, but he also seemed to want to. She was already crying out with barely half of him inside.

He growled as she began to push her hips back to meet him, taking a little more of him into her. She looked over her shoulder and caught his gaze. He thrust hard, and she fell forward with a gasp, only her braced elbows stopping her from collapsing. He did it again, and she whimpered. Can I take him all the way in? She didn’t know. She also knew it wasn’t her choice to make.

His hips pumped deeper, and she trembled beneath him. He adjusted his jaws and bit harder on her hair, holding her still as he thrust hard and deep. Her breathing was heavy, her voice slipped from her in tiny gasps and whimpers, and he pulled her hair with his mouth, arching her back further. Her orgasm was almost immediate once he was fully within her. Involuntarily, she tightened and released on him, openly crying beneath him as her body trembled in pleasure… and a little pain… That’s just what I’ve been looking for. Who knew it would come from a wolf.

Selena looked over her shoulder, “Good boy,” her voice breathy, eyes filled with lust and a few lingering tears fell over her flushed cheeks.

He seemed to understand her, a low growl rumbling from his throat, an almost satisfied sound and thrust deeper into her.

What the fuck? Why had she done that? What the fuck was wrong with her? Good boy? She’d only wanted to pet a wolf… not… get fucked by the wolf that killed her intended lover for the night.

But it felt so good… precisely what she’d been craving for so long.

He swelled within her and growled again. Oh fuck! Did he just… he didn’t… couldn’t have… She tried to pull away but couldn’t. Her eyes widened as the reality of what she’d just done in a moment of desperation hit her.