Damian's Wolf - 38. Practice Makes Perfect

“I got dinner cooking. It should be ready in a few minutes,” Damian said, dropping onto the couch beside Jordan. “Plenty of time for you two to eat before shifting.”

Jordan leaned against his mate tiredly, letting out a halfhearted cheer. Dylan babbled on the floor in front of them, the neko’s arms and legs wriggling randomly as he lay on his stomach. Dinner filled the air already, squab and pheasant cooking up with a cranberry laerisa side, and Jordan’s mouth was already watering.

“Actually, I was meaning to talk to you about that,” Lysander mentioned as he reached to wrap his arm around both Jordan and Damian. “You still want us to change you, right?”

“More than anything. Especially if Arisa agrees to watch Dylan while we’re shifted.”

“You’re a virgin, right? I mean anally,” Lysander added as both Jordan and Damian snickered. “When we change you, you’re going to be stretching quite a bit.”

“Fuck, you’re not going to double-”

“No no,” Lysander laughed. “Never. No, but you should take both of us, and it’s going to be a workout for you. We’re looking at at least an hour of mating and breeding. It’s going to be rough, and I thought you should get a little practice beforehand.”

“What, like you want to stick it in me now and pull out?” Damian frowned. “Isn’t that dangerous? I mean, look at what happened with Jenna…”

He gestured toward Dylan.

“Very dangerous,” Lysander agreed. “Which is why we’re not doing that. I did a little shopping today and picked up something you might enjoy. But I’m keeping it in the bedroom. There’s no point in letting Arisa think we’re too kinky.”

“Oh yeah, good idea,” Jordan muttered. “And here I thought we’d let her borrow it.”

Damian frowned at Jordan, and the human waved him off.

“Don’t mind me. Third moon, I’m exhausted.”

“How long do you think dinner can wait?” Lysander added. “Maybe we could get started early.”

“Sure, but I was going to feed Dylan and put him down for his nap,” Damian said.

“I got him,” Jordan yawned. “You go enjoy your wolf dildo-”

“Aw Aerael, I wanted it to be a surprise,” Lysander pouted.

“Oh… sorry.”

Damian’s eyes lit up like an Khorsan Candle, a wide grin on his face.

“Wait, does that mean you’re going to take me… like... “ His voice dropped low, a nervous glance cast at Jordan. “Like… wolfstyle?”

“I can still hear you,” Jordan snorted. “And I don’t care if you two hump like dogs. I just don’t want to do that myself.”

“Well, I’m certainly going to take you however you want,” Lysander smiled. “I mean, it’s not every day you turn your mate into a werewolf.”

Jordan grunted, getting off the couch. He made his way back to the kitchen to warm up a bottle for Dylan, ignoring the frowns his mate gave him.

“Jordan, why don’t you want me to be a wolf?” Damian asked suddenly.

“Because I never had the choice!” the werewolf snapped suddenly. “I didn’t have the time to think about what I wanted, I was forced to become this beast, and now I can’t even get a full night’s sleep because every inch of my body wants to sprint down the fucking street chasing cars!”

Silence filled the apartment, and Jordan broke it before it could become oppressive. Pouring a bit of milk into Dylan’s bottle, the man shoved it into the microwave to warm up. He took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that burned at his throat. He did not need them taking pity on him; it would only make things worse.

“You’re nothing like Eric, Jordan. And you never will be. Damian got the chance you never did. And your mates would love it if you were a part of something beautiful, the day Damian becomes something new.”

Lysander’s voice spoke gently, the elf keeping his distance. Jordan bit his lip as he stared at the wall in front of him, trying to hold in his emotions.

“But if you can’t do it, that’s okay. I still love you Jordan, and whether you change me or not, that will never change,” Damian added. “I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I want this. I want to be part of the pack, to have an excuse to run wild every month. I will cherish being a werewolf.”

The oven beeped before the microwave, and Jordan shut it off automatically, before pulling Dylan’s bottle out. He dripped some of the warm milk on his forearm, licking off the drop before adding the rest of the neko’s formula. Screwing the lid on, he headed back to Dylan, hearing the bathroom door close.

The werewolf scooped his son up carefully, sitting on the couch and cuddling the small neko.

“I almost wish they’d get angry at me,” he mused out loud. “It would make me feel better having to deal with their anger instead of their pity.”

Dylan sucked at the bottle hungrily, staring at the ceiling overhead. Jordan watched the bottle drain into the neko, shaking his head with a sigh.

“The hardest thing in the world is having to admit you’re wrong. It’s entirely his choice. I have no control over that. I don’t know if I can help him become a werewolf, but I’ll be there for him. We all will.”

The bottle fell out of Dylan’s mouth with a soft plop, and the neko let out a wail of complaint. Jordan set the empty bottle aside, double checking the rag on his shoulder before he lifted Dylan to burp him. The bathroom door opened in the background, and the werewolf watched Damian and Lysander head naked into their bedroom.

“Hey.”

Damian turned back toward Jordan, a worried look on his face as he scanned both Jordan and Dylan.

“When I put him down for a nap, I’ll come join you two,” Jordan said.

Damian smiled, before following his other mate. The bedroom door closed, and Jordan turned his attention back to Dylan.

The werewolf took a deep breath, twisting the door handle quietly. He stepped into the bright room, and paused, taking in the sight of Damian on all fours with his tail high and a thin dildo sliding into his ass.

“I’m glad you decided to join us Aerael,” Lysander said, looking at Jordan with a welcoming smile. “I think we’re almost ready to start putting Damian through his paces.”

The elf pulled the dildo out, the thin tip looking almost exactly like their dicks in wolf form. Jordan took a deep breath as he stared at the toy. He was not going to shame his mate for his desires. It wasn’t like it was a bad thing; Damian just wanted to try Lysander out in a different form. It was still Lysander and Damian having sex.

“What… how can I help?” he asked, trying to focus on the task at hand.

“Well, we need to teach the kitten to accept a knot. Assuming he wants to be properly bred.”

Damian nodded quickly.

“Fuck yeah. I’m not going to take a werewolf and not enjoy the best part,” the neko said.

Jordan studied the dildo, finally noticing the small rubber bulb hanging off it.

“So… that’s going to help him?”

“Well, it’s going to introduce the sensation. I already figure I’ll be tying him. No offence, but our little foray in the woods makes me think it would be safer if I was in control of that part,” Lysander said. “Of course, if you want to knot him after me, that’s totally up to the two of you.”

That actually sounded a lot more doable. It would be Lysander turning Damian; Jordan would just be mating another werewolf in that case.

“Okay, so what do you want me to do here?”

“Well, you will be feeding Damian while I’m knotting him. So he needs to get used to taking a knot while there’s a nice warm werewolf penis in his mouth,” Lysander smirked. “So, I need you to get naked with us, and then Damian is going to give you a blowjob.”

The elf reached over and picked a condom off the bedside table.

“You’ll need this. Unlubed. We don’t want the kitten gagging on lube. Be gentle with him.”

Damian let out a quiet merf, his eyes glancing between the two werewolves. A blush appeared on his cheeks as Jordan pulled off his shirt.

“Don’t worry Damian, I’ll be gentle,” Jordan promised, kicking off his pants.

Already he was growing, his dick throbbing at the thought of what was about to happen to the neko in front of him.

“Damian, if you think it’s okay, that you’re doing good with the dildo, we can try the real thing. We have to use these condoms for something after all,” Lysander added.

“How about water balloons? Arisa seemed rather thirsty today,” Jordan smirked, rolling the condom over his length.

“I was thinking more along the lines of repeatedly breeding our kitten over the next couple of days,” Lysander chuckled. “Oh, but of course on the last day, we won’t be having any sex. I want to make sure we build up, so we can make sure we turn him. Damian, at any time, you can tell us to stop, and we will stop. Is that understood?”

“Yes, but I want this. I want to be a werewolf.”

The words came out in a rush, and again Jordan wondered how much they were a reassurance for the neko. Did he want this because he wanted to be a werewolf? Or was it a misguided attempt at proving he could be a true part of the pack?

“Okay. You are our mate. That means we are the best chance for you to catch lycanthropy,” Lysander continued, running a hand over the neko’s tanned skin. “This shouldn’t be too hard, but for the next week, we will be breeding you silly. By the end of the second week, we should be able to tell if you’ve made the change. If not, we will stop and wait until after the next full moon. Do you understand?”

Damian nodded quickly, and Lysander smiled at Jordan.

“Okay, let me get Jordan warmed up, and then we’ll get this party started. We have an hour and a half until the moon rises, so this will be quick.”

His hand wrapped around Jordan’s length, the elf stepping into his mate almost forcefully. Their lips crashed together, and Jordan moaned, hips thrusting into Lysander’s hand.

“Go get him Aerael. Show him what a big bad wolf can do.”

Lysander stepped away, and Jordan crawled onto the bed beside Damian. The neko smiled up at him, before lowering his head to lick teasingly at the werewolf’s dick.

“Okay Damian, I’m going in again,” Lysander warned.

The neko moaned as he slid his mouth over Jordan. His tail flicked, nearly slapping Lysander in the face, and Jordan laughed as the elf caught the chaotic appendage. Purrs rumbled around Jordan’s dick, vibrating and filling Jordan with warm butterflies.

His hands ran through Damian’s hair, hips bucking lightly as he watched the dildo vanish into the neko’s butt.

“One inflation,” Lysander warned, squeezing the bubble on the end of the dildo.

Damian merfed around his mouthful, head bobbing back and forth as his sandpapery tongue ran across the condom. Jordan could feel the roughness even through the protection, and a moment of worry had him deflating.

“Sander… how strong are these condoms?” he asked.

“They’re rated for werewolves,” the elf said.

“But are they rated for neko tongues?”

Lysander’s eyes widened in horror, and he tapped Damian on the back.

“Hey, we need to stop, Damian,” he said.

The neko pulled off with a quiet pout, licking his lips as he stared at the two. A hand ran over Jordan’s length, and the werewolf moaned quietly.

“What’s the problem with them? If they can handle a werewolf transforming, they should handle my tongue or my barbs just fine, right?”

“We can test that out later,” Lysander said. “Right now, it’s way too risky. We don’t need to change you and then have the moon drag your wolf out before you even have the chance to prepare. For now… Jordan, can you work Damian over? I think he could use some milking.”

A leering grin came over the werewolf, and Jordan nodded, crawling under Damian.

“It would be my pleasure,” he said, before his own lips slid over the neko’s dick.