Deacon

by Nicholas Bella

  “Who fought the French, not dragons, my … ahhhh fuuck… love,” I moaned, then gripped the window pane as a ripple of pleasure coursed through my body. Charlene knew I wanted to fuck Elliot. She also knew just how to rile me up.

  She chuckled. “And your latest choice, that brute… you think he will survive this fight?”

  “I wish I had more time to train him before this battle tonight. I best fuck him first in case he does not, then,” I said.

  Her fingers stopped stroking my cock and I could hear the jealousy in her scoff. “Make sure you clean your cock thoroughly before you dare put it back inside of me,” she said, then walked away.

  I turned to see her leaving and laughed under my breath. Her jealousy, I found humorous. She knew I would never replace her with Elliot, she was my wife, my confident, but she didn’t have everything I desired. Regarding her thoughts, I was worried about the battle. Fact of the matter was, it would be my first. Did I fear death? Yes. I still wanted things in life, a family, more power, and even a better home and the opportunity to continue to enjoy all of the things life had to offer. I wasn’t ready to die.

  Fuck these dragons, as much as I wished we had more time to build our army, I doubted the dragons were going to wait. From what our resources had told us, there were at least two-thousand dragons. We were just short one hundred and sixty wolves from four thousand. A very large pack indeed, and probably why the dragons were moving closer to our borders. This might be the last night of my life. Sobering thought when you allowed such grimness to set in.

  Elliot scooped up the wood he’d been chopping and made his way back toward the house. I opened the door for him and he thanked me as he walked past, placing the wood in a container by the fireplace. By the smell coming from the kitchen, my wife was making us one hell of what might be our last meal. I turned to Elliot.

  “Are you worried about tonight?” I asked him.

  He scratched his shoulder blade and shook his head. “No. I’ve faced many battles at sea and plenty of tavern brawls.”

  “Cannons blasting and all that?”

  He chuckled. “Exciting shit, that. Yes. Boat to boat, cannon balls flying, trying to sink each other. I’ve also been on the battlefield fighting for His highness and the Royal British Navy. I’m not afraid of dying and I look forward to killing.”

  A brute indeed. “This enemy we face tonight will be unlike anything you’ve ever faced before.”

  “You told me.”

  “You will be in wolf form, not able to change while the moon is full, but you will be at your strongest,” I said.

  “I would have surely died had you not rescued me from the gallows. At least, I have the opportunity to fight for my second chance.”

  “Our lives are eternal if we can avoid silver, fire, and venom,” I said. “Oh, and you’ll want to keep your head and heart intact as well.”

  “Then, let’s try to avoid such things.” He smiled at me, then made his way closer until we were only a few inches apart. He boldly reached down, grabbed my softening cock, and squeezed it. “So, why don’t you let me feel this inside of me before we die? I know it’s what you want. I normally don’t let men bugger me, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”

  I reached up, running my thumb over his plump, bottom lip. Yes, Elliot was very handsome and could probably have any man or woman he wanted. The things I’d been wanting to do to him would make a whore blush. “I do want to see these lips wrapped about my dick.”

  Elliot grinned and lowered himself to his knees before me. I watched as he undid my breeches and pulled my cock free. I was hard all over again, it didn’t take much for me to get aroused. I leaned my head back, moaning in pleasure as Elliot took me deeply down his throat. A real fucking artist when it came to sucking cock, I had to give it to him. He was better than my wife. He fondled my balls as his head bobbed back and forth along my shaft. I relaxed and enjoyed the tingling ecstasy that flowed through every nerve of my being. By how wonderful he was making me feel, I knew I was about to cum, and down his throat was my ideal place.

  I reached around the back of his head, grabbing a handful of his black hair still slick with his sweat. I began to pump my hips against his face, ramming my cock down his gullet and he let me, opening his throat wider to accommodate me in every way.

  “Ohhh, oooh, ahhhh, fuuck,” I panted just as the first jet of my seed shot down his throat.

  “Mmmmmmm,” Elliot moaned, and the vibrations added to my pleasure, making my orgasm more powerful. I quaked and braced myself on his shoulder until he sucked the last of my seed from my balls. I huffed and puffed, trying to catch my breath after blowing my load. Elliot pulled back and looked up at me. “That was fucking delicious. Robust flavor, a real man’s seed, like mine.”

  I managed to laugh a little and sighed. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Elliot’s palm slowly started stroking my cock again. “Aye, I know.” He began to undress, and I enjoyed watching him disrobe, revealing every powerful part of his gorgeous body.

  I was hard again in no time at all and pushing Elliot to the floor. “Open your legs, I want to see that hairy hole I’ve been fantasizing about.”

  Elliot smirked, but opened his legs. He reached down, grabbing his cock and balls, and pulled them up a little so I could get a clear view of his hole. “There is it… all sweaty and full of musk for you.”

  It was. I could smell his heady scent and it was driving me wild. The wolf in me wanted to mark him as mine. Sure, he was Connor’s wolf, Connor had bit him, but I found him and was responsible for training him. He was mine as far as I was concerned. I ran my tongue over my lips, then dipped down low, lapping the sweat off Elliot’s hole.

  “Oh shit!” Elliot gasped, his legs twitching as he held them up in the air.

  I peeked up at him over his big, beautiful ball sac. “Never felt another man’s tongue on your hole before?”

  He shook his head, the look of shock and pleasure still on his face. “Never.”

  “You’re only in your thirties, so much more to learn,” I said. I was old enough to have many tricks up my sleeve. I continued to lap at his hole, slipping my tongue inside, and the soft sounds he was making almost betrayed the brute he was. I loved that his toes were curled as I tongue-fucked his arse. And when his moans and pants grew louder, I knew he was going to cum from the sensation. I wanted him to, so I really dug in there good until he cried out, his body twitching and spasming. I held his legs up by his thighs, because once he was done shooting off that first load, I was going to use his seed and some of my spit to slick up my own painfully hard cock.

  He was ready for me and I wasted no more time shoving my dick in deeply. “Oohh yeeessss,” I gasped.

  “Mmmm,” Elliot practically growled. “Bloody hell, you’re big.”

  I could feel him clenching and unclenching around my cock as I drew back and pushed forward, the friction driving me crazy. The sound of our skin smacking together echoed throughout the living room and we were loud. I didn’t care if my wife heard us. I gripped his hips, he was well-muscled even before he had become a wolf, but now that he was one of us, his muscles were even more taut. I loved the way they felt constricting under my fingers. I could get used to fucking men taller and more muscular than I was, that was for sure.

  I watched as beads of my sweat pooled on the hairy patch of his crotch and toned abdomen. I ran my hands through the thick hair, mixing my sweat with his cum, and Elliot grunted in pleasure as I pounded away. I knew I didn’t have to hold back on him, he wasn’t the kind of man or wolf who wanted slow and sensual. No, that wasn’t who he was. If he was going to spread his legs for any man, they were going to have to put in the work. I was aggressive with each thrust of my cock and I knew I hit his spot every time by how hard his toes were curled.

  “Fuck… ahh fuck,” Elliot huffed, then looked at me as if surprised I could fuck him so good.

  I smiled. “You look… like… you’re about… ready to
burst.”

  “Aye, fuck yeah… gonna cum,” he announced.

  I nipped at his leg resting on my shoulder and kept up my pace, and a few seconds later, I watched Elliot’s hard cock swell, the tip already purple and glistening with precum. He arched, growling in pleasure as milky white seed flew from the slit, landing all over his chest and stomach. It seemed more squirted out with each of my thrusts. I smiled down at the beautiful site, licking my lips in anticipation of my own orgasm. I could feel my balls tightening, ready to unleash.

  “Ahhhh!” I threw my head back, growling as I came, my teeth clenched as the pleasure rocked me to my core. My chest heaved as I quaked and I reached down, pulling my still squirting cock from his hole, and let the rest coat his balls and cock, marking him. I shook as I jerked off until the last drop, then I rubbed the head of my dick over Elliot’s balls, smearing my cum in his hair and wrinkles.

  “That was intense,” Elliot said, smiling,

  I let his leg go and sat back on my heels, nodding. “You’re mine now.”

  “Oh? How?” he asked, one thick, black eyebrow arched.

  “Because I said so,” was the only explanation I was going to give him. I stood up and tucked my cock inside my breeches just as my wife entered the dining room carrying a platter of roasted rabbit, right on time, because after the fun I’d just had, I’d worked up an appetite.

  Elliot climbed off the floor and got dressed. “Dinner smells delicious.”

  Charlene turned to him before walking back into the kitchen. “I hope you enjoy, since it will probably be your last.”

  “Temper, darling,” I said as I walked toward the table.

  “One can hope,” she shot back, then walked into the kitchen.

  Elliot chuckled. “She doesn’t care for me much.”

  I sighed and forked some slices of meat and placed them on my plate. “She doesn’t like anyone who can steal my attention from her.”

  “Should I help with the platters?” Elliot asked.

  “Only because it will bring the food faster, yes.”

  I watched him enter the kitchen and a less than a minute later, they both came out carrying more platters and bowls. Bread, potatoes, and carrots completed the meal along with gravy. One thing my wife could excel at was cooking and if this was to be our last meal, it was worth it. Charlene gave Elliot a few cold stares as we conversed and dined and only the occasional insult slipped through. Elliot ignored them, which I found impressive. It was as if he didn’t let little things bother him. That level of patience was a virtue.

  After dinner, it was time to join the rest of the pack at the designated spot. We arrived on horseback, dismounting to gather with nearly four thousand other wolves. Many, whom, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter, we would be fighting as one unit on this full moon. We were at our border; the dragons were only a few miles away. I could feel the energy of the moon flowing through me, calling to my wolf. I wanted to release it, the animal inside, and unleash all of the violence I was capable of. I wanted to shred flesh with my claws and teeth and devour the entrails of my enemy. I wanted to prove to my Alpha that I deserved to be elevated.

  “Gather, my wolves,” I heard Connor say.

  I ran toward the area where my battalion was waiting. Elliot and Charlene at my side as I took my place in front of the wolves in my district who were under my command. Royce, who had full command of the district of wolves I served, stood a few feet before me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elliot standing tall, and he looked to be ready for battle. Even though I had only a few hours to train him, I was impressed with his overall fighting skills. But that was as a man. As a wolf, he would have to rely solely on his instincts. We all stared forward, giving our Alpha our undivided attention. Julie was at his immediate right with his other wife two steps behind and to his left. I remembered the early years when the two women were learning to co-exist and share the love and cock of one man. It was particularly hard for Patricia as she’d been relegated to being the second wife of importance. It didn’t matter that she’d given Connor a son in Royce, who was a powerful wolf in his own right. None of that mattered, because Julie was his mate, outranking all others. His mate and our second Alpha. I wasn’t entirely sure how their relationship worked, how much power Connor really gave to Julie, because it didn’t feel like much had changed. But maybe if she wasn’t his mate, I would be a Beta Capo… maybe not. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to clear my mind. I had to focus on whatever this night was going to bring and worry about the future if I survived.

  I listened as they both addressed us, a unified leadership, giving a rallying speech.

  “I want you to show no mercy to these dragons who dare to breech our territory,” Connor said.

  “They wanted this war, we shall deliver onto them their deaths,” Julie added.

  “Remember, dragons are extremely powerful, they have flight and fire. You will have to be quick, agile, and do not try to take them on with your physical prowess. Use your venom, it will kill them faster,” Connor said.

  As they spoke, their speech fired me up. I flexed my fists because the excitement inside of me was so very potent. I was ready for whatever was going to come. I wanted to fight for my pack, for my territory, for my home. No longer was I the scared little boy hiding under the floorboards. I was a man now, a full-grown wolf, and I would show these dragons every ounce of my justified rage.

  “Let the moon give you strength, my wolves. It is time!” Connor shouted and then howled.

  His howl trigged the pack and we all threw our heads back, instinctively howling with our Alphas. After the war cry, the power and magic of the full moon took over and began to transform us into our wolf forms. It was Elliot’s first time and I coaxed him through it as Royce had once done for me so long ago.

  “It will only be this painful and take this long this once. Embrace it, Elliot, for you are better than any man could ever hope to be. You are wolf,” I told him.

  He screamed as his bones broke, splintered, and cracked to reform into those of his animal counterpart. I didn’t see him screaming as a sign of weakness, no wolf could undergo the first change, for sure, without letting out the pain in some fashion. He handled it well and when he was done, he was a beautiful black wolf with gray eyes. My change was fast and I was used to the pain, I welcomed it. My wife, a white wolf with golden eyes, rubbed alongside my flank, marking me as hers. I licked her snout, then nipped her ear.

  Again, our Alphas howled and we joined. It was time. I wondered, briefly, what the humans and dragons must be thinking hearing so many wolves howling. No doubt, we could be heard for miles and miles. The humans must be terrified and hopefully they would stay inside their homes. The dragons, well, they knew they were warned. Connor took off toward dragon territory, since we were bringing the fight to them. The pack followed, running at speeds no human could see if they were foolish enough to be outside this time of night.

  Above me, I saw a dragon flying high, his large, black wings flapping to keep him elevated. He began to throw balls of fire at us he had conjured from his body. Never had I seen anything like it! I couldn’t risk being mesmerized by his power, lest I lower my guard. The pack parted, dodging the balls of fire, which was easy until he was joined by more and more dragons. My heart was pounding inside my chest like a drum being banged. I could hear the cadence of my blood flowing in my ears. This was it… my first war!

  Within seconds, it seemed like the sky above us filled with hundreds and hundreds of dragons. And all were armed with swords or daggers and by the glint of the blades in the moonlight, I knew it was silver. They swooped down as wolves leaped up, teeth bared. A dragon flew over my head and snatched up a wolf that was next to me, the two twisting in flight as they fought. The forest was set ablaze here and there as the dragons surrounded us with fire. Our Alpha and those of us who could, transformed into our beast forms, to be at our strongest. Only natural born wolves and Alphas could do that under a full moon.


  I rose on two feet and leaped into the air, attaching myself to a dragon and sinking my teeth into his cheek where his scales hadn’t fully protected his face. I let my venom flow as he screamed and struggled to throw me off. He flew backward, fast, slamming us both into a tree and I grunted from the impact and pain. We both fell to the ground, only he was dying from the poison I’d injected into him. I looked around, and everyone was moving so fast, just flashes of fur, wings, and fire. So many bodies lay on the ground already.

  Again, I ran into the thick of it, coating my claws with my venom and slashing several dragons where their flesh was vulnerable. All around me were snarls, growls, screams, and curses. So much chaos, and I was feeling electrified by the carnage and excitement. I saw another dragon rip through the abdomen of a wolf with his claws. He then picked the wolf up and bit into his side, injecting venom. I charged toward him, but he must have sensed me and dodged my strike enough that my claw only chipped one of his scales. The dragon turned and blew a cloud of fire at me. I leaped back, only my arm catching flame. I smothered the fire before it could consume me, then charged forward again. I snapped at his face, but he grabbed both of my arms, holding me back. He was far stronger than I was and he held me at bay with ease. This dragon gripped my arms tighter, then flew us upward at a speed that was almost dizzying. I’d never flown before and the sensation rattled me a bit. It seemed we would ascend past the clouds if the dragon flew any higher.

  “Foolish wolf,” he snarled, then spun me around in the air until he tossed me. My body catapulted uncontrollably, like a rag doll. Panic struck me as I soared over the tops of trees until gravity found me and sent me crashing to the forest floor over two miles from where the battle was taking place.

  The impact was explosive as every inch of me felt pain. It disabled me as several bones in my body broke like fine china. I whimpered as I looked down, seeing the white of my bones protruding through my flesh and fur. My leg was twisted in an unnatural state and the femur was splintered and sticking out of shredded flesh. Oh my god, I’d never felt such agony and it was so all-consuming, a wave of nausea rushed over me and I gagged, but managed to keep down my dinner. We didn’t heal as fast as vampires did and it took a few minutes for my body to recover. As I lay there, my bones forming back into place, I felt something shoot through me like lightening, and I cried out. It stung my heart, making it skip a few beats, and weakened me physically. My limbs felt like they’d been drained of all their power. I felt dizzy as I held my hand up and watched in confusion as it shook like a leaf in the wind. The sensation lingered for less than a minute, but it was enough to alarm me. The weakness I’d felt faded away. It was such a strange anomaly and it slowed down my healing. I was glad it didn’t last long. Once I was whole, I rushed back into the fray. I could hear the scream, growls, and snarls dying down as I drew closer. I stopped dead in my tracks when I came upon Connor’s corpse. His head was separated from his body and his blood stained the grass and leaves in a way that was so surreal to me. My mouth dropped open and before I could gasp from the shock, a dragon ran past me, slicing my throat with his sword, cutting my vocal cords and tendons deeply.