Deacon

by Nicholas Bella

  “What is a Capo?” Elliot asked as he rubbed the dirt from his very muscular biceps. Thank goodness I had put soap in the water he was soaking in.

  “It is a position of high rank. You have the Alpha…” I held up my hand and counted off a finger. “Beta Capo, Capo, and everyone else are soldiers. So, you see just how high in the pack I am. Although, I aim for higher. I believe my Alpha will approve of you and if he does, you will receive his bite on the nape of your neck.” I reached behind him and rubbed the spot along his spine at the base of his neck where Connor would bite him. “If you survive the transformation, then you will be wolf.”

  “If I survive?” he asked.

  For someone who didn’t know how to read, little details didn’t escape him. I could see why he felt like he didn’t need to as long as he was living his life the way he wanted. I shrugged. “The venom of the Alpha is a potent one. To change a human into something as powerful as a wolf takes a lot out of the human body. There is fever, weakness, sickness, hours of it. Not everyone who receives the bite survives the transformation. That is why it is important for us to choose humans who are strong.” I reached over, taking one of Elliot’s arms into my hand and squeezed his bicep, which felt like a steel vice. “Very strong.” I was extremely impressed with his physique and turned on by it.

  Elliot took my hand from his arm and dipped it deeper into the dirty water. “I have a bigger muscle here,” he said, making sure to wrap my fingers around his massive cock.

  “Oh my,” I gasped. I had been blown away by how large he looked when his cock was limp between his thighs, but this… this was something to marvel at. My fingers worked his foreskin over as I pumped up and down on his shaft. He had to be at least eleven inches and with a circumference that would split a virgin in two. I could feel the thick veins under the velvety flesh and I liked it. I had been fucking so many pretty boys, dandies, if you will, for so long, the thought of taking a stallion like Elliot had never crossed my mind. As I stroked his cock, I began to become obsessed with fucking him. I wanted to see my cock disappear between his meaty mounds. I wanted to cum inside of him and I wanted him to cum from my cock working him over.

  Elliot’s head was back as he moaned from the pleasure I was giving him. “Ahhh yeah, that’s it.”

  The water splashed along with my movements and my sleeve was soaking wet, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see him cum, to see the milky whiteness float to the top of the murky water. By how hard his cock was growing in my hand, I knew that he was close to that all too perfect moment.

  “Darling?”

  I looked up to see my wife standing in the doorway. Still, I continued to stroke Elliot.

  “What?”

  Charlene’s mouth was parted slightly, but she closed it. “Breakfast is almost ready,” she said, then she turned and left.

  I believe she used the excuse to tell me that breakfast was almost ready, instead of ready, just to see what we were doing in here. Well, she got her answer. I looked back down at Elliot, his mouth was wide open and he was panting heavily. His breath was rank, but that was to be expected. Soon, his life on the road would be a thing of the past.

  “Oooh, ahhhhh, fuuuck!” he growled, then gripped the edge of the tub. The water splashed a bit more as he jerked during his climax.

  I enjoyed how stiff his cock became in my hand right before the moment he spilled his seed. I smiled when I saw the strings of white pearls floating in the water. Elliot huffed, then fell back limp into the tub, his chest heaving. I pulled my hand from the water and rung out my sleeve.

  “That… that was amazing,” Elliot said.

  I looked at him. “Have you ever been fucked?”

  “Normally, I do the fucking.”

  “When my cock is hard, I do the fucking,” I told him. “Answer my question.”

  He licked his lips and sighed. “Not for a long time, but yeah, I’ve been buggered.”

  “Did you like it?”

  He shrugged. “It was all right. The bastard came fast.”

  “I won’t be coming fast,” I told him.

  He leaned a little closer to me. “Neither will I.”

  I smiled, then rose and adjusted my very hard cock. “Finish bathing.” I walked out of the bathroom and found my lovely wife in the kitchen. I pressed my hardness against her firm and luscious arsecheeks.

  “Why not take care of that with your new friend?” she asked me as she sliced the bread.

  I chuckled. “Jealous, my love?”

  She scoffed. “Of that brute? Do not be ridiculous, Deacon. I am far too accustomed to your lecherous ways. Libertine.”

  “Was that your way of insulting me, love? Are you certain you are not cross?” I asked, then grinded my cock harder against her.

  She placed the knife down and turned to face me. “Would you even care if I were?”

  I looked down at her and I could smell her rage, knew she hated when I shared my body with another, but she also knew she could never stop me from doing so. Still, I had to make sure my wife was satisfied. “No,” I said, simply, because it was true.

  She turned back around, but I pushed her face-first on the table and began to rip her gown. Thank goodness she wasn’t fully dressed. Far too many laces, bodices, and undergarments to bother with undoing the proper way. Not when my dick was this thirsty for release. I’d ripped through plenty of her garments in the past. Charlene didn’t move, as I knew she wanted me to do this. She loved when I claimed her with my sexual aggression. I threw the shreds to the floor once her pale arse was bared to me. I loved arse, no such reason to deny it. The curve of it, the firm softness and most gloriously, what was between the mounds. The place where my cock slid into and found the most delightful pleasure. But her arse wasn’t what I wanted at the moment.

  I removed my cock from my breeches and rammed my wife’s pussy, sliding into her wet, slick seduction. My eyes rolled up in my head and I had to stay still lest I blow before I even began. Once I had some of my control back, I really gave it to her. Gave her what I knew she desired. Her moans were loud as I pounded away, matching my own grunts of ecstasy.

  “My, you are full of surprises,” I heard Elliot commented from behind.

  I turned to see him taking a seat at the very table on which I was fucking my wife. “And then some,” I commented, still keeping my rhythm as I was close to blowing my load. I tossed glances between my wife’s flushed face and Elliot’s horny stare, both turned me on to the point of no return. My wife came first, her pussy squirting my cock with her juices just as I filled her with my seed. The only thing that would have made this moment more perfect was if my seed finally took in her womb and produced me an heir. One could only hope.

  I nearly collapsed on top of her and had to brace myself on the table while I panted after my orgasm. I pulled my cock out and watched as drips of our combined fluids hit the wooden floor and I smiled, then turned to Elliot. My cock was softening, but I walked over to him, holding it out. “Clean it.” He was wearing the long gown I’d given him, the robe untied to expose the tent between his legs. I watched his hand movement go up and down the length of his cock under the fabric as he’d began to pleasure himself while watching me fuck my wife.

  His gaze was intent as he looked up at me and there was no shyness there, only lust in his gray eyes. Oh yes, he was the perfect human to be inducted into our pack. God, I hoped he survived the transformation. I would make certain that his body could take my Alpha’s venom. I wanted him! Wanted him at my side, under my command. His full lips parted, his pink tongue darting out a little, licking along the flesh of his bottom lip.

  “Yesss, clean every drop off my cock,” I told him.

  He leaned forward as his hand stroked his own dick faster. And when he took me into his mouth, I nearly came again. He sucked my cum and my wife’s pussy juices off my dick with such skill, I had to grab him by both ears. No way I wasn’t going to shoot a load down his throat. I pumped my hips into his face, enjoying the o
ral pleasures of his tongue and lips. He took me deep, too, a skill a lot of men didn’t quite have and something I rarely had the patience to teach.

  “Ahhhhh, Shhhiiitttt,” I growled just as my body jerked from my climax. I huffed with each jet that landed on Elliot’s tongue, then quaked before I once again had to brace myself on the table. “A fella could get used to this.” I grinned as I looked at Elliot, then my wife.

  “I suppose a fella could,” she said, then placed my plate on the table by my hand. The platter was loaded with venison I’d caught two nights ago, aged cheese, eggs, dates, and bread.

  I chuckled, then pulled my cock from Elliot’s mouth, shivering as he gave me one last suck. I tucked my soft dick back into my breeches before sitting down to eat. Elliot grunted and I turned just in time to see him jerking in the chair, the wood creaking under his heavy form as he spasmed stiffly. A wet spot appeared on the front of his gown and soon after that, he went limp in the chair, hand still underneath the gown, but no longer stroking his shaft.

  “Your plate,” my wife said, placing his plate in front of him.

  He looked at it, still panting, then at Charlene. “Thank you kindly, ma’am.”

  Well, he had some manners, not that it really mattered all too much in the world of wolves. Most were brutes like Elliot and when diplomacy was a necessity, those who were more refined like myself, Royce, and our Alpha could step in and handle matters. Mostly, it was when we were dealing with the upper crust of British elite and royalty.

  “Darling, will you be joining us?” I asked as I dined on the venison.

  “Yes, my dear, as always, I am at your side,” she said, and placed her plate on the table, then took a seat. Normally, the table would have been set, but I stopped that when I fucked her on it.

  Elliot removed his hand from under the gown and wiped the cum on the fabric before diving into his food. Yes, he would make a wonderful wolf. Now, I just had to present him to my Alpha, and that could wait for later. For now, a meal and a nap.

  ~*~

  “Stunning,” Connor said as he walked around Elliot’s towering frame. “Simply marvelous.” He turned to me. “You do have an eye for the best human selection, Deacon.”

  I smiled and bowed my head. “Thank you, Sir.” Maybe promote me then?

  A few days ago, I’d sent word to him that I had another human recruit and for him to come to my home, because it would be too risky for me to bring Elliot to him, as the authorities were still looking for the escaped prisoner whose goons had left two guards brutally murdered. Ahhh yes, the public and press were enjoying the propaganda and spectacle of it all. It wasn’t too long ago when England had been ravaged by the plague. So many potential humans died from the disease and growing our pack was taking longer than we’d like. Never had I ever been so happy to be a wolf than I was during that dark time. It was another selling point, you could say, I used to recruit the few humans I could. But now, things were starting to become normal again and if we were going to attack the dragons, we needed to be prepared. We had nearly four thousand wolves. It would have to be enough.

  “Has my Capo explained to you what would be expected of you if you were to join my pack?” Connor asked Elliot.

  “Yes, Sir,” Elliot said.

  The Alpha wasn’t alone in his inspection of Elliot. Both Royce and Elias had joined Connor in my home. Elias’ presence annoyed me and the fact that he had the rank I felt I’d earned long ago only set to enrage me more. My only solace was that he was not in charge of my district, Royce was. Our friendship never recovered, even after the death of Angus, unfortunately. Partly because Elias felt he was above being on equal terms with wolves under his rank. The two Beta Capos stood silently as they regarded Elliot with their own scrutiny. Elliot was standing in the middle of my living room, stark naked, as Connor wanted to see every inch of him as he’d once did me when I had been but a child.

  “I will give you the bite, a rare gift given only to those who are worthy. If you survive, you will become wolf, pack, brother. Do you understand?” Connor asked him.

  Elliot nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  By now, Elliot did have clothes, not a lot, more were being made, but for now, two outfits that fit his huge body. My seamstress was hard at work making more. Speaking of her, Sanese, she was one of the few female wolves that could seduce my nether region. Looking at her bosom enticed me in a way only my wife did. Perhaps, it was time to claim another bride for myself. She would be over in a few more days with more clothes for Elliot. Let us hope he survived the upcoming battle, so her efforts weren’t put to waste.

  “Will you give him the bite now, father?” Royce asked.

  Connor stroked his beard, his eyes still glued to Elliot, and nodded. “I believe so, son. With the full moon in two days, there is no time like the present.”

  “Who will train him if he survives, Sir?” Elias asked.

  Connor chuckled. “Do you want the honors?”

  “If it’s not too bold for me to ask, Alpha, but may I train him? He would be my first,” I asked.

  Connor turned to me, then nodded. “He would be. You are an amazing wolf, Deacon. I do think Elliot would be in good hands.” He walked over to me, leaning close to my ear. “Have you fucked him yet?” He leaned back now, giving us eye to eye contact.

  I smirked. “Not yet, Sir. I did not know if that was an honor you wanted.”

  “He’s untouched? Virgin?”

  “Oh, no, not even remotely close,” I said, chuckling.

  Connor made an offhanded gesture. “I didn’t think so. I only like to be the first.”

  I knew that. And the only reason why he wasn’t my first was because he preferred men to boys. Whereas Winston just wanted to claim innocence. That was the evil in him. Also, Connor wanted to sample the natural-borns, a test at that time. I could never, would never, take a child or even kill one. Well, if I could avoid killing one, I would. But to take my pleasure with one, I found it distasteful. And often didn’t associate myself with the wolves who didn’t seem to care. I didn’t have many morals, but the few that I did have, I held high.

  In any case, Connor didn’t care if I fucked Elliot or not, so that was good.

  “I expect to have him in my pack when we head to war, Deacon,” Connor said.

  Which was the reason why I wanted to recruit a human who was no stranger to fighting. In two days, Elliot would be facing his first full moon change and at the same time, war and his possible death. “Yes, Sir.” I could manage that… I thought. This was yet but another test and one I needed to rise to the occasion for.

  He walked back over to Elliot. “Kneel.” It was a one-word command and it must be obeyed.

  Elliot, already falling in line, knelt on both knees. Connor pushed his head forward, exposing the nape of Elliot’s neck. Only the bite of the Alpha could work such magic. Something I would have to admit, I was envious of. With vampires, they could make others and claim them as progeny. The only way I could have offspring was if my wife bore my child. That would be the only way I could have a pack of my own.

  Elliot took a deep breath, then released it just as Connor leaned in. My Alpha opened his mouth, baring his canines, and struck. Elliot growled low, but didn’t move, which was good. The bite lasted a few seconds, enough to get the venom into his blood stream. When Connor released him, Elliot collapsed on the floor. It wouldn’t be too long before the fever took him and I wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the night with him vomiting and sweating.

  “We will leave you now, for you have much…” Connor said, making a motion at Elliot. “To take care of. If he survives… and he’d better, send him to me tomorrow so I may finish swearing him into the pack. I am very much looking forward to having him among my wolves.”

  I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  I walked them out, then returned to Elliot, scooping him under the arm and practically dragging him off to the spare bedroom. His feet dangled over the end of the bed, but it was something he’d
said he was used to. Too often, beds didn’t fit his height just as shoes were also hard to come by. I had everything I needed to tend to him already prepared, including medicine formulated to help bring down the fever in the body. I watched him shivering and knew this was going to be a long night. But I was looking forward to training my first wolf if he survived the battle. To seeing him grow stronger, it would be practice for when my own children were born. Tomorrow would be a new day for us both.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Full Moon Rising

  “Do you think he is ready?” Charlene asked me as she slinked up behind me like a cat.

  I nodded as I watched Elliot chopping wood from the comfort of my living room. I enjoyed the view indeed, seeing his muscles rippling underneath tanned, sweaty skin. My cock was hard as I watched him exert himself. “One of the reasons I picked him was because he was already a fighter.”

  Charlene sighed. “I feel that our Alpha is too…”

  “Too?” She ran her hands over my chest, one of them going further toward my crotch, giving me a nice squeeze. I moaned, but didn’t let her distract me from our conversation. “Too?” I asked again, egging her to finish her thought about our Alpha.

  “Too imprudent,” she said.

  “I don’t disagree.”

  “Oh? Well, have you shared your concerns with Connor? He does listen to your wisdom,” Charlene said, then her fingers slipped into my pants, taking hold of my cock and stroking it slightly.

  Again, I moaned from the pleasure, and the entire time, I continued to watch Elliot. “I have, but your dear friend, Julia, his precious mate, has his ear more than any of his Betas or Capos. He wishes to make tonight’s full moon the moment when we strike the dragons.”

  “We are stronger on a full moon.”

  “But are we truly ready? About twenty of our wolves were made in the last three months.”

  “You have recruited many warriors, so many soldiers who were injured after the Seven Year War made whole when they joined the pack. We have fighters.”