Mated to the Pack Ch. 07

"Eat," he ordered.

"Do I have a safe word?" I asked.

"Your safe word is 'I'm a lying bitch who doesn't keep her promises'. You say that, and I'll let you go."

I looked up at him for a few moments, giving him the evil eye, before lowering my face into my bowl and eating my breakfast, fried eggs just wet enough to be messy, cut up with several cooked sausages. It was tasty and I licked my bowl clean, then knelt up waiting for him to give me my next command.

"Suck my cock. I want to see if you're any good."

"Do you want to wipe my face first?" I had egg yolk drying on my face.

"Nope, just suck, and address me as, sir or Master."

I wormed my way between his muscular legs and started sucking on his meaty prick. It was a good thing Brigitte had taught me how to suck cocks, although I really had to work at getting his cock all the way down my throat. He calmly ate his breakfast, taking his time while I fellated him. I'd hoped to get him off fairly quickly, but he calmly ate while I was sucking him off. I thought he'd stop when he was close to cumming, since today was for breeding, but no, he flooded my mouth with his cum, and I desperately had to swallow before drowning in it, and adding cum to the egg on my face.

Quinn pushed away from the table after I drained him, and pulled me to my feet. He used a damp cloth to clean my face, then attached a leash to my collar, leading me to his bedroom, my hands still fastened behind my back. He had a low-lying bed that would be good for either a wolf or a human to sleep on, about eighteen inches above the floor. He pulled out a leather harness thing which he fastened around my body, and it too, had been carefully measured and made, fitting me like a glove. It didn't cover anything, merely enhanced what was there. I thought it looked pretty spiffy myself. I could see me wearing this on other occasions where I wanted to look like a total slut.

He removed the anal plug I'd been wearing, and replaced it with a similar sized plug, with a wolf tail on it, hanging down between my legs. He also added cuffs to my ankles.

"On the bed, kneeling," Quinn ordered, "head down, ass up."

I obeyed, with a sarcastic 'Yes, sir,' and he entered me for the first time, as a man and none too gentle about it, though I can't say it was painful. He had hold of the leather halter I was wearing, holding me still so he could drive hard into me. I'll give him this; I was wet. Perhaps he'd scented my arousal and knew he didn't need to be too careful claiming me. He fucked me hard, through several orgasms, before he released the halter and I felt the wolf in me, knotting. He thrust a little more than the other wolves I'd fucked, jerking me to and fro. I felt the wolf release and he stayed knotted, developing another erection, fucking me again, then a third time, attempting to erase any trace of Rene inside of me.

Never once did his knot release and I was tied to him for over ninety minutes, his big prick stuffing me full. It wasn't the best sex I'd ever had, but it wasn't the worst either. I'd had a couple humans who'd fucked me better, so you could kind of put him down at the bottom of the wolf hierarchy.

Quinn switched back to his human form, and lolled on the bed, his cock coated in our juices.

"I'm going to switch back to my wolf in a moment, and I want you to suck my cock again."

I looked at him.

"A response of 'Yes, Master,' is usually appropriate at this time," Quinn said.

I still didn't respond, staring at him. I'd sucked enough wolf semen out of Brigitte to know that wolf cum was pretty much the same as human cum, in both taste and consistency. No, the problem was me sucking a wolf cock, something which I'd avoided so far and really wasn't looking forward to doing in the slightest. It was just too different. Except for the fur and the knot, getting fucked by the wolf or human form wasn't all that different, especially when you were getting fucked from behind. There was no way I could claim the same sucking a wolf cock.

"Are you a lying fucking bitch who doesn't keep her promises?" Quinn asked.

Asshole.

"Shift," I said. I wasn't going to say 'Yes, Master,' if he killed me for it.

Now it was his turn to stare, giving me the eye for fifteen seconds before he shifted and his wolf was lying on the bed beside me.

I closed my eyes and lay down with his cock in my face and I stuck it in my mouth, sucking on it, feeling it grow inside of my mouth. There was no way I could get a knot inside of my mouth, watching the knot form just below my lips. I just sucked on the top three to four inches of his wolf appendage, trying like hell to get him off as fast as possible.

One thing I knew for sure, there would be a lot of wolf cum, but Quinn had orgasmed four times already today, so maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I expected. I could usually tell when a human was ready to cum, and I hoped like hell I'd be able to tell when the wolf was ready to cum, so I could prepare.

Fortunately, there were enough similarities that I could. The swelling of the head and the knot, just before my mouth was inundated with wolf semen. I gulped it down, swallowing rapidly to keep from drowning in the stuff. Like I said, not that much difference in taste, but I still felt like puking. Instead, when he shifted back, I kissed him and pushed as much of his cum as I could into his mouth, before getting up to get some water.

"I need a drink of water. Undo my hands."

"Did I tell you you could leave and get water?" Quinn asked.

"Fuck you, Master."

He smiled at me. I didn't like that smile that much.

I went into the kitchen, which had a tap I could open by nudging it with my head. As soon as the water was running, I swallowed about a cup of the stuff, swishing his cum out of my mouth. I used my chin to close the spigot and return to the bedroom.

"Why have you been wearing anal plugs?" Quinn asked.

"Brigitte said you liked anal sex and she said you'd probably fuck me in the ass and I should be prepared for it."

"Have you been fucked in the ass yet?"

"Brigitte used two different sized dildos on me and Conor fucked me once."

"Get me hard again. I want to fuck your ass."

I looked at his limp prick. "Can't get it up again without a little help, huh? How old are you? Should I get you some Viagra?"

His cock started getting hard again, right before my eyes. "Look at that, apparently, you don't need me sucking your dick after all."

"Kneel on the bed," Quinn ordered.

I obeyed, neglecting to say squat, purposely. He got behind me, pulled out my wolf tail, and I was surprised when he lubed up my butt and his cock. Maybe he scented my fear that he'd fuck me without. Nor was he as rough entering me as when he fucked my cunt. He worked his dick in slowly and waited until I seemed to be accepting his cock easily before he sped up. Before he climaxed, he shifted to his wolf, but his cock wasn't all the way inside of me when his knot formed. For the first time, a wolf fucked me knotless, using only the end of his cock sliding in and out of my ass until he climaxed coating my rectum in his sticky, white semen.

The wolf pulled out and lay on his side again, like he had before. He growled and I knew what he wanted. I sucked his cock until he climaxed a seventh time, in my mouth. It seemed like a human amount of semen, this time around.

After I'd cleaned him up, he shifted again. "Not bad, Jessica. You might turn into a pleasing bitch after all."

I wanted to give him the finger, but my fucking hands were behind my back, and it wouldn't have the same impact.

Quinn made lunch, although this time he fed me in his lap, instead of a dish on the floor. I couldn't feed myself. He played with me as much as he fed me. His hands were everywhere, playing with my breasts, my pussy. Quinn made me orgasm several times on his fingers, and when he became erect again, he placed me over his cock until I sank down over it, filling me again."

"I thought you intended breeding a puppy into me," I said, since of the seven times he'd orgasmed already, only three of them had been as a wolf in my pussy. The rest had been in my mouth or ass, which was never going to make me pregnant.

"The ridiculous assertion that I would successfully breed you on your fifth day of fertility, after the fucking you've undergone the last four days is laughable. If you weren't pregnant already, Rene's leaving three more full deposits of cum in your pussy this morning, would have insured I had no chance to breed you. I'm just having my jollies while you're in my possession."

"Granted, the doctor told me I was unlikely to conceive this time because the hormones from my birth control made it unlikely I would. But the longer I'm off birth control, the more likely it is I can get pregnant, so today, might be better than four days ago, and if you put a human child in me, that's one less wolf you're getting, because I'm not putting my body through a birth five times, because you fucked up today, so fuck you."

"Fine."

He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom bouncing me on his cock. He tossed me on the bed, entered me again, shifting like magic into his wolf and consummating my breeding as he should, wolf prick in human pussy, knotting me for over fifteen minutes after his climax. When his knot released, he shifted again.

"As far as I'm concerned, you've wasted four loads of wolf cum. Considering the four pregnancies I planned giving to the pack. You've wasted a lot more than that. I told you if you didn't suck up, you could forget breeding me in the future. You were given a chance to prove yourself, and you took every opportunity to humiliate me. Not only that, I intend to tell the other three breeders to forget your sorry ass, because you're the most miserable, cranky, pig headed, goat fucker, I've ever been around."

"Are you leaving?"

"Why do you even want me here? You don't seem to give a fuck about me, or what I've done for the pack. I am bringing fourteen puppies to the pack for sure, and I was thinking of two more. Do you know why Rene didn't kick Phillipe out of the pack after showing he was a coward. He produced three puppies. How many have you provided, Quinn? How many women have you seduced to breed? If I weren't being paid for puppies, you sure wouldn't be breeding me. You're a disaster waiting to happen. Rene told Sasha that if you had me for five days and I wasn't pregnant this time, they could abandon all hope of getting any puppies out of me because you would drive me off. If I didn't have a choice of the wolves I get to fuck, he'd have been right. Fortunately, I don't have to fuck you, because it will be a cold day in hell before I let you near me again."

"Are you leaving?"

"I made a promise to give you four days of my time if you didn't impregnate Brigitte. I like to keep my promises. But if you can't act like a decent fucking wolf, I will leave early, because I don't have to put up with shit for a promise I made to someone I thought could be a decent wolf, if he wanted to. You've managed to prove everyone else right about you. Take off these fucking cuffs." I tugged at my arms, still unable to remove them from behind my back.

He unclipped them and I pulled my arms forward and started rubbing them to get circulation back into them. I headed to the shower to wash the stench of him off me.

I turned and looked back at him before I disappeared into his bathroom. "You know, it seems to me that you want to breed a wolf. Well, guess what. Mother Nature didn't give you that choice. You have to breed humans to get what you want. It's not my fault. Nor is it my damn fault that Adriana died. Everyone responsible for her death, is dead themselves. You killed him. It should be over now, but it's not. You're still clinging to it, like a drowning man."

I was crying when I went into the bathroom, just sad. Sad that this whole sorry mess was so fucked up. It might have been fun to play some bondage games. I'd never done it before, and I was willing to give it a try. But not like this. I couldn't even get this nice leather shit off me, because it was all locked on.

I was about to go in the shower anyway, when Quinn grabbed my arms. "I'm sorry," he said. "Let me take that off of you."

I stood still as he unlocked everything. I walked into the shower and closed the door behind me, turning on the hot water and washing A-hole Quinn off my body.

******

After my shower, I went and stood on the deck overlooking the ocean. It was beautiful here. I was nude. There were no nearby houses and the temperatures were warm, even with the proximity of the sea. It was relaxing, listening to the waves crashing on the rocks. I was lost in thought.

"Hey, bitch. What up?"

I turned and Brigitte and Conor were standing there in the doorway. I held out my arms and they both rushed over, holding me, kissing me.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked.

"Quinn invited us. He said you might need some pleasant company for a change," Conor said.

"He's got that right."

"What did he do to you?" Brigitte asked. "Did he hurt you?"

"Not like that, he didn't. He mostly pissed me off. I was kind of hoping to see what nice Quinn would be like. He didn't show up. Asshole Quinn made an appearance instead. I guess the worst thing he did to me was make me suck wolf cock, and I wasn't really ready for that yet."

"So," Conor said. "How did you like it?"

"Not enough I'll do it again anytime soon, puppy. It didn't kill me, so sometime before I die, I might try it again. Don't hold your breath."

"Too bad. I love when a bitch sucks my wolf cock. Well, to be perfectly honest, it doesn't have to be a bitch. It just feels good."

"Did he force you?" Brigitte asked.

"Not exactly. He said my safe word was 'I'm a fucking lying bitch who doesn't keep her promises', and I didn't want to say that and not keep my promise, so, you know, here I am."

"You're not wearing his collar," Brigitte noted.

"He took it off before I went into the shower. I guess he could put it on me again. I don't know where we're at. I'm so pissed at him."

"Uh, you mind if we strip off," Conor said. "I love the isolation and beauty of this place."

"Nah, go ahead. I'll say this for him," I said, "Quinn has a beautiful home. It's too bad the beauty of his soul, doesn't match the beauty of his home."

Brigitte and Conor stripped off, setting their clothes just inside the door. We all stretched out on the chairs he had, relaxing. Since Rene and Sasha had woken me up before dawn to fuck me three times before I went to Quinn, I fell asleep listening to the relaxing sounds of waves crashing on the rocks below.

I felt a hand shaking me, and opened my eyes. Quinn was standing over me.

"Are you hungry? Would you like to eat?" He asked

I checked how I felt. "Starving," I admitted. "Food sounds good."

The sun was low behind the house. I must have slept for a couple hours. Both Brigitte and Conor were standing up, looking at me, then Quinn, then me again.

Quinn extended a hand and I took it, using him to stand up. At the moment, he didn't look too assholish, but I knew how quickly that could change.

He led me into the house. The table was set with fine china, crystal, linens, candles, flowers, silver, for my place setting, surprisingly enough, not stainless, although the others all had steel utensils. There were two tureens of what looked like stew, one mostly meat, the other loaded with vegetables. It smelled delicious. There was a large salad prepared for me, and smaller ones for the wolves. It looked lovely and I told him so.

"This is very nice. I'm impressed, Quinn."

"Thank you. Have a seat."

He held my chair for me, and I sat down. He laid my napkin on my lap, then stood next to the vegetable and meat stew.

"How much would you like of this venison stew?" Quinn asked.

"Why don't I start with half a bowl," I replied. "I've never eaten venison before and don't know if I'll like it."

He ladled a half bowl and gave it to me. It was steaming hot, and smelled delicious. I think the other two wolves' mouths were watering. Quinn dished up some for them, then himself, then poured me a red wine for me, and water for everyone else, and sat down opposite me. He passed me a plate with thick slices of home made bread.

"Tell me what you think of it," Quinn said.

It was chunky enough to eat with a fork, so I took a bite of the venison, then the carrots, green beans, potatoes, thick slices of onion and chunks of celery. Brigitte and Conor had dove in immediately.

"It's delicious," I told him. "Where did you get it?"

"I made it myself."

"This would have needed to cook for hours," I said.

"I made it about a week ago, then froze some," Quinn said. "I just reheated it."

"You're an excellent cook. Your breakfast this morning was tasty too, if a little messy. So was lunch."

"Thanks. I've mostly learned to cook for myself. I'm alone most of the time."

"Whose fault is that?" I asked.

Conor and Brigitte looked up from their food, staring at me, then Quinn.

He stared at me for a few seconds, then said, "Mine, I suppose."

"That's what I would guess, puppy," I said, smiling, to take the edge off.

He smiled back, but his eyes were smoldering. Quinn looked like he wanted to eat me, and I felt my pussy moisten. How could he be so mercurial?

It was actually a great meal. Quinn asked a lot of questions, some addressed to me, some to Brigitte and Conor, listening carefully to all of our answers, actually learning something about all of us. Quinn could be charming and pleasant if he wanted to, so apparently, he chose not to be charming most of the time.

He asked questions about my family, including Gerhard, and how my mother came to be born, since wolves tried to avoid creating more humans.

I told him the story of how Gerhard fell in love with my grandmother, his passion for her, the desire to mate, despite her being human, the impulse to cum inside of her when she was fertile, even knowing it was wrong. Her death delivering my mother, Gerhard's sense of loss and never mating after her death, stuck in the past and his own mistakes.

How after we'd revealed the existence of werewolves to my parents and two friends considering breeding, and the necessity to give most human children up for adoption, my Dad realized that Mom, who'd been adopted herself, might have been the result of a wolf/human mating. Talking to Gerhard and learning the day Kathleen died in childbirth, was the day my mother was born, and the adoption agency who'd handled her adoption was the same as the wolves used to give up human children.

"Gerhard showed us pictures of Kathleen when he knew her, and she looked so much like my mother did when she was younger, it clinched the deal for us, and we believed it. My Mom is half wolf, and I'm a quarter."

"Is that why you're arranging breeders for us?"

"I started arranging breeders for packs before I knew I was a quarter wolf. It was while I was informing two potential breeders of wolves and the necessity of mating as you do that the information about my mother came out."

"Why did you begin arranging for breeders?"

"To start with, I was fascinated. To think that all of these things I'd grown up believing were fables and fairy tales was actually real. I also thought it was sad that even though you mostly mate for life, you can't have children with the wolves you love. That instead of announcing to the world, who and what you are, you can't reveal yourselves, and need to remain in hiding. That you have to seduce women as humans, and somehow convince them to fuck a wolf, something that most humans would have a problem with.

"I wouldn't have done it, if I hadn't been so desperate for money, yet once I agreed, I found out how endlessly intriguing and great you are as human lovers, and how even in your wolf form, you're capable of tenderness, and affection for the one you're breeding. That even bitches as beautiful and loving as Brigitte is, can't ever have a werewolf puppy, because finding some human man to fuck a wolf is damn near impossible. It's sad. That's why I tried getting breeders for the pack."