Werewolf Consort

by Girl, Breukelen

  I slide the dress down either side of my shoulder and down over my chest and push it down over my hips, till the soft black material falls down my legs into a pile at my feet. Stepping out of I reveal myself in my angel winged shoes, a strapless black bra and matching black kickers.

  “Very nice.” Paris murmurs approvingly back at me. “Pick up your dress and hand it to me.” I turn side on to Paris and reach down to grab my dress, ensuring my ass is pointed high, my legs are taunt and straight. Paris walks behind me and runs his hands over my ass. “Stay exactly as you are.” He murmurs and I feel a tingle of power from him, I look behind me, to see he has done a small partial shape shift, he’s shape shifted his finger nails to werewolf talons and with the lightest touch, he runs each clawed hands down the sides of my lace knickers I hear the material stretch and cut and then feel him pull the material away from me. Exposing my backside and more.

  “Very, very nice.” He husks and I feel a finger slide down between my cheeks, with the slightest amount of pressure before outlining my lips. I feel heat inside my gut and wetness as he keeps circling my pussy. “I think I’d like a taste.” His mouth is on me, as his hands hold my cheeks apart and his tongue licks me lightly, teasing me with sensual pleasure. My breath hitches and I can hear a rattle of chains, from Booker and that makes me focus on Booker’s breath, which I don’t really hear, but his heart beat, is loud and clear to me and I feel his lust in the air as Paris eats my pussy out eagerly, now.

  “Oh god, oh,” I grab my ankles to hold something and try and steady myself. He is working my clit like a professional and despite feeling my muscles strain in my legs, I know I am building towards orgasm, Which I can’t even comprehend having upside down. I can feel the headiness of lust and passion in the room as it seeps into my bare skin and this only makes me wetter with Paris licking me with an obsessive need to take all that I can offer him. My legs start to shake and my insides clutch and I can feel my orgasm running to the top of my skin, I pant and try to breathe, I’m going to explode from this. As my legs become harder to keep still, the muscles twitch and shake and I moan. Then it all stops, dies away quickly as Paris removes his mouth from me.

  “Delightful.” He says dropping his hands off me again. “Pick up your dress and hand it to me.” And just like that the haze of lust is lifted and I’m back to where we were at the beginning of our session. Only now my pussy is soaking wet and throbbing with need. I slowly raise myself back up, holding out a handful of material to him, licking my lips and breathing heavily. I need to calm my body back down if I’m to get through this thing. This is Paris just warming me up. Oh and I am so warm.

  He goes back towards Booker “We should really hang this up.” Paris says draping my dress around Booker’s shoulders. Beautifully cruel in assertion of who has the upper hand here. My scent is all over my clothing and will fill Booker’s nostrils with it, while he has to watch Paris play with me.

  “Come here little wolf.” Paris says wiggling a finger at me, I walk over to him. My bra is the only piece of clothing on me. He pushes it down off my breasts, his hands going to the front clip, flicking it off and letting the material fall away from me so I am totally naked before him in high heels. “Perfect.” He husks cupping my breasts and squeezing them gently in his hands. I moan because it feels good, and I want more than his hands on me. Paris dips his head to my squeezed breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth tightly.

  “Uh, oh, oh.” I mutter, staggering a little into him from the sensation. He looks up at me with a twinkle in his eye, and chuckles, removing his mouth to straighten up and look at me while he keeps fondling my breasts.

  “Do you wish to say something like wolf?” He asks me looking my body over as his hands slide down my already warmed up body, and I watch as he lowers a hand till he slips four fingers at once, into my slick, wet pussy and starts, thrusting and fucking me with his hand quickly. My mouth drops open and I try to keep still, but my feet shuffle a little as he fucks me on his hand quickly and we listen to the wet noises. Paris’s nostrils flare and he lifts his nose to inhale the scent of my sex permeating the room.

  “Please,” I ground out as his hand relentlessly fucks itself into me hard and I move a bit with each thrusting impact. “Please may I come?”

  “No. But you may put your hands on me to steady yourself if you like.” I reach out and brace may hands against his shoulders, while I take my fucking. “Good wolf.” He says as his eyes darken and watch me closely. “How does that feel little wolf?”

  “Uh, god, so, so, good.” I stammer out as I try to keep up with the heightened sensations from my body as it again edges towards orgasm. But just when I begin to clutch at his hand, ready to rip myself apart to orgasm, he withdraws his hand and straightens up before me. I drop my head and breath loudly. I don’t want to show my frustration to him. It’s too disrespectful and shows I’m not a good enough sub for him. This isn’t the first time Paris has delayed me coming. I know this. I try to remind myself, when all I’m craving is an orgasm. My eyes divert to the crotch of his pants which are tenting obviously.

  “Look at me.” Paris commands and I lift my head and see all the heat of desire in Paris’s eyes along with the glint of something else, the animal in him, watching me. Wanting me to know, it’s ready to pounce. Telling me its going to fuck me hard, pound me to give complete submission to him. This thought steadies my focus again and I ensure my look is soft.

  “My Alpha.” I say lowering my eyes slightly to show him respect.

  “Look at how wet you are for me.” He says showing me the hand that was just inside me. It’s coated in my juices and he brings a hand to his mouth and licks one finger. Then turning side on, so Booker can see, sucks each finger into his mouth, slowly and deliberately. Booker growls and I hear his chains rattle.

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  Once Paris has cleaned his fingers he returns his attention to me again. “Remove my shirt.” He says to me and looking at his chest I undo his Manhattan Maen blue tie first. “Hand that to me.” He says as I slip the tie off from under the collar of his shirt. “Hmm, this will make a nice collar for you.” He says slipping the tie around my neck as my fingers start working on undoing his dress shirt buttons. He turns the ends of the ties to the back of my neck and works on tying it against my neck as I keep unbuttoning his shirt. We both work on each other at the same time, rather focused on our tasks at hand. I am eager to feel his skin. He jerks hard against the tie and it lifts my head up to look at him, causing me to slip my hands under his shirt, straight onto his chest.

  “Look at that, pretty little wolf, gift wrapped for my pleasure.” He says, before slipping fingers under the tie collar and pulling me to his mouth. “Kiss me.” He demands, and I comply, with a soft sigh of expectant pleasure. Opening my mouth to him and sliding my tongue into his mouth. Our kiss is slow and hypnotic in its rhythms and deepens with slowness. As he consumes my mouth and tastes me so deeply it makes me shiver, and my nipples tighten till they hurt. Paris pulls back from me and there is a slight facial change around his eyes that tell me he sees something in me that he wasn’t expecting.

  “Are you turned on little wolf?” He husks at me.

  “Yes my alpha. Very turned on right now.” I reply honestly with him.

  Paris nods his head. “I can tell,” he says pointing at my face. “You’re eyes are blue.” Oh that’s what he was looking at. “Please explain out loud, for our living wallpaper, what your eyes turning blue means, how it happens, all of that. All while you look at the wolf who is your alpha.”

  Paris backs up and stands before Booker again, facing me, his back to Booker. I stare into Paris’s eyes.

  “When my emotions are heightened beyond normal, by lust, desire, passion, love, my eyes will seamlessly shape shift to my werewolf’s blue eyes.”

  “So just so I’m clear here,” Paris says walking back over to me with his shirt open. “You’re so turned on by my touch right now, that you’ve shape shifted your eyes withou
t knowing you shape shifted your eyes is that what you’re saying little wolf?”

  “Yes my alpha.” I agree with him. Paris walks back over to me and starts slipping the belt form his pants off.

  “What happens if I turn you on more little wolf?” I watch his movements as he pulls the belt from his pants completely.

  “I’ll probably shape shift, my alpha.”

  “If you shift without my permission little wolf, I will fuck you into the ground, do you understand?” Paris says back at me. There is a low moan that fills the room. Do I ever. I bite my lip at the idea. “Answer me!” he says snapping me out of my hedonistic haze at the very idea.

  “Yes my alpha.” I pant at him. He’s getting me wound up without even touching me.

  “I don’t like that you took so long to answer me.” Paris says grabbing my wrist and pulling me over to the couch. “Put your hands on the sofa.” I place my hands on the sofa, and Paris pulls my legs closer together and starts wrapping the belt around my thighs, looping the belt so it is locked around my legs. I feel his hand come down hard on my ass making me jump slightly.

  “Who is your alpha?” He asks as another smack follows echoing off my skin.

  “You,” Paris follows through with another hard smack to my ass. “My alpha.” His hand is hard and warm and hits my skin hard again and I resist the urge to let my eyes roll back into my head.

  “Who do you love?” His hand parts one cheek slightly and another smack lands on the delicate flesh between my legs and I moan.

  “You, my alpha.” Another hard, wet, smack. “My alpha I love you, only you.” Another wet, hard, smack that just brings me back to being wired once again, to want to come. “Please,” He smacks me harder. And I wonder if it’s possible to come from just being smacked. Because I think I could do it.

  “Please what?” He asks as another smack lands on my now, warm and tender ass, making me flinch.

  “Please may I come?” The words are out of my mouth because they do not want to stay inside my mouth. I need to beg for him. Because I realize he’s not going to allow me to come of my volition if I do not ask for the privilege of it. I brace myself for another smack, but it never comes, instead, Paris hands are rubbing a cool, soothing lotion into my tenderized skin and I sigh, dipping my head down in relief. I’ve never been able to do a great deal of smacking before.

  “No you may not.” Paris answers me taking his hands away and undoing the belt around my thighs. “You may however, stand up again.” It’s as I’m once again getting my mental head space together and straightening up that another voice speaks up.

  “Let her come, she’s done nothing wrong.” Booker who is now fully conscious it seems, growls at Paris.

  Paris looks back at me. He knows exactly how to work me, I know that when I do come, it will be amazing. “Do you wish to come now, little wolf?” Still, it’s somewhat of a gabble for Paris in front of a belligerent Booker Parish, to ask me what we have already, previously established.

  I shake my head. “No my alpha.”

  “No my alpha, what?” Paris asks seeking clarity. And I know what I must say, I must contradict myself to show Booker that he does not get a say in what is going on here. That Paris is my alpha and has dominance over me, over Booker. That I obey and respond to Paris, not the lycan chained in our room.

  “No my alpha I do not wish to come.” I state back at Paris.

  “Do you wish to safe word, and stop all game play?” Paris asks me once again, deliberately.

  “No my alpha I do not wish to safe word.” I reply back at Paris.

  “Bg, don’t let him,” Booker’s words are again cut off with a slap to his face. The sound resounds through the room. Followed by a low mewling growl and silence. I feel like I can taste the sting of the slap from across the room.

  “You dare talk to my wolf!” Paris roars angrily into what I assume is Booker’s face since I can’t see it. “You really need to learn your place lycan. And it is not here, amongst an alpha and his pack mate.” Paris strides over to the table with the sex toys. He picks up a ball gag and quickly comes back to Booker, and shoves it into his mouth and latches it up as I hear Booker strain against his restraints again.

  “Little wolf, come to your alpha.” Paris says and I walk over to him. His hands go to the tie around my neck, which has used to collar me with, he fiddles with the back not to loosen it, and then drags the tie up my face, to cover my eyes, before tightening it again at the back of my head. Paris’s hands direct me to turn more, to the front, to the position I think is facing Booker Parish. “You see this werewolf, all of this werewolf that you lust after in hunger, she belongs to me. She will never be yours again.” Paris kicks my legs apart and I step them apart wider for him. His hands never leave me, and I feel them slide around my waist, as he presses himself against the back of me, his erect, still clothed cock pressing into the small of my back. “Can you smell the essence of her sex lycan? It is because I am the one who excites her, who has made her so moist and willing to take my cock. And take it she will. Right before you.” Paris pulls back from me and his hands go up to my shoulders, pushing me gently down to a kneeling position on the ground.

  I think I know what is coming. “Don’t.” Booker growls softly and I don’t know if the one word is a directive to me to not do what I must, or a challenge to Paris to not do what he will do next. I feel the texture of the material of his pants against my face and I rub my face over his tenting cock. I start mouthing him through his pants. Getting a nice little hiss of pleasure from him for this. I hear the zip of his pants and my nostrils flare, taking in the scent of his arousal on the air.

  “Don’t give my werewolf pleasure? I will always give her pleasure, anyway she seeks it.” Paris says as I open my mouth in anticipation. “You presume to know her,” He says sliding his cock into my mouth. “But you know nothing of how to truly pleasure her, how to satisfy her needs, her werewolf’s cravings for another powerful, passionate werewolf like herself.”

  I slide my way down the full length of Paris’s cock. “You have two options little wolf,” Paris says to me. “You can stay exactly like you are and let me fuck your mouth, or you can suck me off, you have three seconds to decide which you will do, One, two, three.” There’s a silent pause and I stay still, even going so far as to put my hands behind my back. It’s my sign that I want to give myself over to Paris, that I want him to fuck my mouth.

  I know he is pleased, when he says “My wolf.” And starts thrusting his hips, hissing and finding a rhythm to fuck my mouth. “Oh yes,” His hands go to my head to give me presence, to give him control, to demonstrate to Booker that this is us. Paris picks up the pace, thrusting and I can feel drool running out of my mouth, down my chin as I try to keep my mouth relaxed and enjoy the feel and taste of him inside me. He thrusts hard and fast and hisses before he pulls out. I relax my jaw and look up at him, blindfolded.

  “So damn sexy, right now.” Paris says to me and his hand swipes across my chin, wiping my trail of drool away. “Come here little wolf.” and I feel a hand in mine, an offer from Paris to stand up. He runs a thumb over my swollen lips. “You pleased me little wolf.”

  “Thank you my alpha.” And I wonder if it means he will now fuck me and let me come. I hope so.

  “This lycan however,” Paris says slowly turning me around again. “Does not please me, it does not please me that he thinks he has claim to you. I want you to show him, little wolf, that your body has been claimed by mine. That your wolf belongs to me and no other.” My mind is racing, and again I wonder if I should open up telepathic lines to Paris. Because I’m not sure what he’s getting at here, he has all the control over me, over the situation in this den. I feel his hands skim over my breasts again, and down over my abdomen, as his teeth sink into my shoulder. I sigh at the mixture of pleasure this brings, as his hands continue till they are at my pussy’s core and start rubbing me, as Paris sucks, bites and kisses my neck and shoulders, from behind me.
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  There’s moaning in the room, muffled moaning and I know it is Booker, turned on by watching Paris turn me on. My breathing hitches and changes with each circular rub of my clitoris, I feel wired for pleasure right now. Everything that is being done to me, feels so damn good. So damn good. “Do you wish to come little wolf?” Paris’s voice in my ear asks me softly, suggestively as his tongue licks the shell of my ear. Booker is still moaning, and shaking against his restraints, I can hear them move. I’m not sure what the play is here, and I’m not sure I care anymore. What I do know is I only want to come when his cock is inside me. I want to come with Paris, not by myself, because of Paris. I want us to come together.