The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

The mead permeates through her giving her a weightless feeling, easing the tension in her muscles. As she lays her head backwards her eyes adjust and she can make out the outlines in the tent, back lit from a blazing camp fire that casts its shadowy light through the canvas. Coral can hear the soft thumping of Quell’s hooves as he moves about on his side of the partition. She wonders what he is doing, her thoughts soon drawn to the night before; she remembers the feeling of his soft, fur covered muscled back rippling between her thighs, the aching she felt when she pressed her chest against him, the way he took her breath away with a single kiss.

She knows that she shouldn’t but under the blanket her hand slides over her breast, rubbing at her nipples through the thin cotton of the shift. It makes her shudder and she can feel her cunt pulse, wetting itself. Her hand moves further down, pulling up the hem of the long under dress until she can feel her bare ass and thighs against the blanket. Her runs her fingers though the soft hair, pressing them deeper until she feels her skin; slowly, she rubs along the length, the feeling causing her back to arch. She strokes herself idly as she did the night before, her maidenhood growing wetter and as it does, she wants more.

Turning her head she muffles a moan into her pillow; her thighs clamp shut over her hand as she rocks her pelvis across her fingers, increasing her pace.

She freezes instantly when his voice cuts through the canvas, “Ms. Coral, are you all right?” There is a worried tone to it, a hint of franticness.

Coral does not know what to say, her body hot with desire but also embarrassment. When she doesn’t respond Quell pulls the flap open and steps inside of her partition. There is enough light that she can make out the concern on his face as looks about. He is undressed, the faint lines of his muscled chest barely visible in the darkness. His dark eyes fall on her and he takes a deep breath; as he inhales the scent of her arousal she can see him shudder, sending a ripple through the palomino hide and out through a flicker of his tail. The realization crosses his face and he looks almost mortified that he mistook her sounds for danger; he starts to back out of the room, “I am sorry, Ms. Coral, I did not mean to-”

“Stay,” she says so firmly she surprises herself as much as him. When he freezes in his tracks she speaks before she can think about it, “Will you stay with me for a little bit, Quell?” Her voice is darker than usual, almost gritty.

Quell, still frozen, is unsure if he should or not but each breath he takes causes her scent to intoxicate him more. Even in the shadows, Coral can see his cock grow and drop from his body. Quell takes a few steps forward, tilting down onto his forelegs, then his hind legs, until his body rests in front hers, but not too close.

Coral sits up on the mound of pillows and leans towards him-he does not hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close, their mouths connecting in a fervent kiss. She drops the blanket, her shift still hiked up, her bare calves pressed against the soft fur of his body. Deepening the kiss he runs his hands down her thighs until he meets skin; then, he traces them back up underneath the shift, up her ribcage, to her arms, only breaking the kiss to pull it off and over her head, leaving her naked.

The air hitting her bare skin causes her a shiver, her heart pounding rapidly while Quell’s hands linger down her back to cup her ass. When they slide back up to her waist he lifts her up, slightly tossing her onto the mound of pillows.

Surprised by the sudden removal of his body from hers, she looks up at him, wondering if she did something wrong; from the way his eyes wander her body she can see a hunger in him, much like a wolf. He reaches out, running his hands over the tops of her thighs, moving towards the inside before he spreads her legs. Grasping them behind the knee, Coral starts to get nervous, wondering if this is the night she loses her maidenhood and what that would mean for her future.

Quell bends towards her, placing soft kisses on her inner thigh, causing them to twitch as he moves closer and closer to her wet cunt. When he shifts forward and buries his mouth into her lower lips, Coral gasps loudly. Quell releases her left leg, letting it rest on his bicep so he can reach up and place his hand over her mouth; as he does so, he drags his tongue across her clit, hand muffling her moaning. Continuing to nuzzle her womanhood he lets her right leg rest on his other bicep, his hand sliding up her stomach to her bare breast where he squeezes it, rolling her nipple between her fingers.

Coral feels so overwhelmed, she struggles to breathe. She clutches at the pillows below her, her hips responding as they thrust up to meet Quell’s mouth. He senses her excitement and increases his pace, making her cry out against his hand. As the feeling rolls over her body, her chest tightens; finding it difficult to make herself to force air into her lungs, panic starts to creep over her. Though she tries to squirm away from him he holds her down, sucking almost harshly on her clit, until he finally forces pleasure to explode across her body.

She feels the bliss hit her like a rush of icy water, touching every part of her being; she cries out, the volume of her moan barely muffled by the hand covering it. Able to take no more her body jerks away from his mouth, the overwhelming sensitivity trying to get a reprieve from his attack.

Quell draws his face back, releasing her breast but still keeping his hand over her mouth to stifle her whimpers. He shifts closer to her, rolling to the side so that he can rest his torso on the pillows and hold her naked, svelte body against his. He smoothes stray hairs from her face, gazing down up on her, his eyes lusty and wanton yet he does not make a further advance. Leaning down he kisses her softly. Coral tastes the muskiness of her wetness on his lips for the first time.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She is not sure what they did, thinking it must be a kind of half sex as her maidenhood is still intact, not having been penetrated by his manhood. Staring into his eyes she knows that he did not experience the pleasure that he brought to her. Not knowing entirely what to do yet emboldened by the mixture of the mead and her orgasmic high, she sits up from his embrace. Placing her hand on his chest she runs it down the length of him, feeling fur under her fingertips, his hide rippling under her touch as she strokes down his back and across his folded hind leg.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice strained.

Her skin flushes red as she crouches next to his belly, seeing the vague outline of his cock resting on his folded foot, “I… I want to touch it,” she looks up at him, barely able to see his eyes in the darkness, “May I touch you?”

His chest rises and falls rapidly before he gives her a slow nod. She has seen a horse cock before so she knows what to expect but when her fingers touch the soft skin at the base and she glides her hand up the length, to the sensitive unsheathed half and over the wide, flat tip she shutters when a quiet moan escapes his lips. She thinks back to what the woman behind her at the Atonement said, his manhood could tear you in half and she feels certain that it most definitely would. Wrapping it around the girth, her small hand barely makes it two thirds of the way. She adds her other hand, interlacing her fingers to encompass his width, running both hands across the entire length, discovering that it is almost as long as her own arm. He moves it in her hands, pressing against her to stroke in the opposite direction.

“Rest your back against my belly and spread your legs,” he says firmly, his voice thick with lust.

Coral freezes, terrified by the massive cock in her hands; she now knows why Piers told her to chew on the mushroom.

Feeling a hand touch her shoulder and pull her closer to his fur, he says softly, “I won’t take your maidenhood, you must trust me.”

She gives in, feeling the wetness between her thighs increase, knowing that she wants more of what he elicited from her earlier. She lies on her side, pressing her back to his stomach and slowly lifts her leg up, exposing herself. She feels his manhood on her inner thigh, moving upwards until the tip presses against her stomach, the thick warm length of it against her cunt. His hands reach down propping her lower side on a pillow so that she doesn’t lie on his front legs. He strokes her face, speaking softly, “Squeeze your legs shut over me and tuck your feet back between my mine.”

Coral does as she is told, squeezing her thighs closed over the length of his cock, resting her ankles back between the soft fur of his hind legs. She gasps suddenly when he moves against her, his thick cock dragging backwards against her went cunt for what seems like an eternity until the wide flat tip touches the top of her soft hair; then, he slides it slowly forward along her length until the tip presses against the bottoms of her breasts. A shudder ripples through his hide and he leans his torso forward, reaching down, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading them and squeezing her nipples. As his long cock pulls downward against her Coral feels her entire body tremble with the building pleasure. When he starts to push forward she wraps her hands around it, lacing her fingers so that she can hold it closer to her body, keeping the base of it roughly rubbing against her clit. Quell moans at her touch, his speed increasing. Her body responds naturally, her hips grinding her cunt back and forth over him as he strokes himself against her; she feels her yearning making her thighs squeeze tighter, her hands grip him more firmly as he strokes faster and faster.

She gasps for air, unable to breathe when her body explodes a second time, convulsing over his cock as he moves swiftly. As she shudders and squirms against it, her mind drowning in a sea of bliss she feels it surge even wider in her hands. The flat tip expands before streams of his seed spew forth, drenching her breasts and stomach, dripping down on the pillow below her. His entire body shudders, his torso falling back against the pillows as she lies curled around his throbbing cock.

After a few moments she releases her hold of him, easing her feet out from his legs. He reaches to the table and grabs a towel, wiping off his cum from her breasts, stomach and cunt before pulling her down to him and kissing her tenderly. Drawing a blanket up to cover her, he wraps his arms around her and holds her close, both of them soon diving to sleep on the waves of their combined orgasms.