Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2008 16:23:18 -0800 (PST) From: Teague teague Subject: Werewolf and Son Chapter Five DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and an adult male... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful then please leave now. If you enjoy the story feel free to send your comments. Author's Note: I feel very bad that I've been unable to get this out sooner. My life is great but very busy. With the current ecomony I've taken an opportunity to work part time at a second job for a few week while others were on vacation. I made lots of money but lost almost all my free time. I've only been able to work on this every so often. The good thing is the job is over and I actually wrote the last chapter of this story first so I only need to change a few things and I'll put it up to complete the story for you. Thanks for everyone that emailed me with praise for my work. I think I must have heard from over one hundred different people about this story and Drew's Daddy. Thanks again to all of you. I love that fact that my writing is being enjoyed by so many of you. I would like nothing more than to write full time but alas I have bills to pay just like all of you. My new home is great but I have not even touched my office yet. I'm waiting to pay off some more bills before I buy the desk I really want ($4,000) and then I will be all set up for some serious writing! Anyway enjoy and let me know what you think of Chapter Five. I've taken a great deal of time to reread the story over and over again so I don't make errors in plot or syntax. I hope you like it as much as I do. Teague Teague1007@yahoo.com Copyright 2008 Teague, All Rights Reserved. Werewolf and Son By Teague CHAPTER FIVE Patrick watched the black cloud come into the room. He stood up and waited for his Master to form but something happened. The cloud shimmered as if it were about to solidify but then relaxed back into a smoky state. Patrick watched closely, never having seen this before. Was his Master changing into some other animal instead of human? Did he change his mind partway through? The cloud consolidated and almost took the form of a man before breaking apart again. Patrick took a step back. He cast out his limited power. Was this his Master after all? The sensation was unmistakable. It was DeMarco...but something was wrong. With extreme effort the smoke pulled together and the Master Vampire finally formed. Black tendrils still trailed behind him, trying to become part of the body. DeMarco looked right past Patrick as if he wasn't there, and before the Thrall could respond, the Master screamed! As DeMarco fell to the floor in agony Patrick looked on with horrified fascination. The ancient one clawed at the floor and spit ran out of his mouth as he sobbed into the carpet. His words were a jumble of incoherent speech and Patrick was suddenly afraid. A wounded Vampire was deadly and unpredictable, but an ancient Vampire was a nightmare. Survival was everything. No matter what the cost the Vampire would fight to live. Everything else was secondary. One thing and only one thing healed a Vampire. Blood. At the moment there was only once source of the precious fluid present, but unfortunately it was currently being used by Patrick. This realization hit the young Thrall like a brick! He took several steps back and moved to the window as he spoke. "Master! I'll get you what you need! I won't fail you! Trust me!" And with that he leaped outside and dropped through the air until he hit the ground, running as fast as he could. He had to put distance between him and DeMarco before the Vampire called him back to fulfill his final duty. A Thrall was nothing if not disposable and Patrick knew this rule far better than any other DeMarco ever taught him. Patrick's curly brown hair flowed around his face as he desperately searched for food...food, other than himself that is. DeMarco could barely see. Almost two days passed since he battled the Druid. Escaping her and traveling back to the loft proved far more problematic than DeMarco would have ever thought possible. He had lived so long he forgot what true pain was really like. He had been unable to change the entire time and was forced to wait out the sunlight in whatever shelter he could find, hovering on the ceiling of a warehouse or garage. The Holy Water had made him too vulnerable. As his body finally solidified it took him a moment to realize the sound he heard was his own screaming. The woman had blessed the plants and almost destroyed him! His tears dropped on the carpet as his body sagged with exhaustion. Food! His mind raced. He needed to drink before someone found him. Even a simple Werewolf could kill him in this state. He needed help. Where was Patrick? Daruth faced the first four Ghouls that burst through the wall. They were the scourge of the underworld, the unclean, the diseased, and the mistakes of the Supernatural community. A Ghoul was deadly on many fronts. One, it was unbelievably strong, matching that of an angry Werewolf. Two, its bite was poison, even to other supernatural creatures. Three, they could walk in daylight without harm. But by far the worst thing a Ghoul possessed that set them apart from all others...they felt no pain...ever! Only one thing could destroy a Ghoul. Fire. Daruth backhanded the first Ghoul that shambled into his path. As an Alpha he was far stronger than his brothers and the Ghoul crashed into the wall with a bone snapping thud. He didn't need to watch to know the foul creature would get back up again. He understood what he faced, even if the others didn't. The next one lunged at him but he lifted it up and used it like a bat against the other two. He vaulted past them and out through the hole they opened in the wall. He looked from left to right, taking everything in. His brothers joined the fray and pulled the four Ghouls outside with them. They were everywhere! At least twenty of them shambled across the ground toward him. Daruth raked his heavy claws at the closest one and decapitated it. The heavy body dropped to the ground as its head rolled away. He watched the sightless hands search for the missing part, still living even without a brain. He kicked it far away and jumped into the air to the roof and began to search. Werewolves flowed out of the building and engaged the Ghouls one on one if possible. The Ghouls were just as strong but far slower, giving the Werewolves a tactical advantage. Claws opened up flesh but no blood flowed out. The foul creatures simply oozed a puss like substance that seemed to clot up almost right away. The skin pulled back over itself until it knitted back together again and if the Ghouls noticed the wounds at all, they certainly didn't show it. One Ghoul grabbed the arm of a young Werewolf and bit down hard. The Wolf cried out in pain and yanked his arm back. He swung his other arm at the Ghoul and ripped open his face. He made as if to attack the creature with the wounded arm but it barely moved. The poison in the bite had made it numb. He grabbed the shoulder of his useless limb and howled in anger. The Ghoul moved forward, its mouth wide open. Daruth wasn't watching the battle, he already knew the outcome. They would lose. But he wasn't fighting the battle the same as his pack mates. Daruth knew something they didn't. Ghouls were mindless creatures. They were true animals in every sense of the word. They didn't need to eat; they just hovered in a state between life and death, unable to cross either line. They were the result of failed attempts to create Vampires, Werewolves and others species in the supernatural community. They had no real weakness, save fire. Holy water, sunlight, garlic...none of it bothered them. In many ways they were superior to others but they served no purpose, except to remind everyone else how lucky they really were. Ghouls didn't even congregate together. They wandered aimlessly, usually digging themselves in the ground as if by instinct knowing they shouldn't be alive. They avoided contact with others, choosing to be alone and rarely attacked anyone, human or not. All this Daruth knew. Which meant someone was controlling these mindless animals. Someone powerful. Someone with massive amounts of willpower, like an Alpha Werewolf, or Master Vampire. The Werewolves were pushing the Ghouls as far from the main house as possible. If any Ghoul got too close they would be pulled away or thrown behind the others, if only to shamble back in line. The children must be protected at all times and the female Werewolves formed a savage line of their own, clawing at the ground and walls, daring anything to get close to them. The Ghouls had bitten several Werewolves and it began to take its toll on them. Many lost the ability to move whatever affected limb that had the misfortune of being bitten. They began to group together back to back, protecting each other from the never ending progression. The Ghouls were taking the brunt of the beatings, but broken bones that resulted in the massive blows the Werewolves doled out, snapped back together, mending as if never apart. Clawed skin, ripped open to the bone, re-stitched with ease as if never harmed. They were tanks with an inexhaustible supply of energy that surged forward, angry and intent on killing. Daruth used his vision to scan the whole area. The foul smell the Ghouls gave off hampered his scent. He jumped from the roof and landed on top of two of them, crushing them into the ground with his heavy paws. His nailed raked across them in spite of their healing ability. It felt good regardless. He bolted into the woods and looked into the trees. Andreas began to tire. His body was untouched by the bite of the Ghouls unlike many of his brothers. So far only a few had gotten past them and into the house, but the women proved just as formidable as the men. Ghoul parts flew over their heads as the women ripped the creatures apart and sent them back to reform anew. He clawed them and snapped bones but he refused to bite them, not wanting their foul ooze inside his mouth. Daruth found his target but it wasn't what he expected. Silas told him the Vampire was a male but this was a woman, Asian by the looks of her. He took a running start and leaped into the air, dropping directly in front of her. She looked up at him and if she was afraid, it certainly didn't show. A flash of silver blurred past his supernatural vision and Daruth barely moved back in time before losing his head to her sword. He lifted his claws and they began to spar. His thick claws met her silver sword and smoke began to fill the air from the reaction of a pure metal to Werewolf flesh. Daruth pressed forward intent on breaking her concentration. Vera wasn't as ancient as DeMarco but her powers were great nonetheless. Her arm moved with unnatural speed and she managed to block the Alpha Werewolves claws for several moments before one swipe got through. She didn't cry out in pain. She knew from centuries of existence that her wounds healed fully. The beast pressed the attack but she cut his thigh open with her own barrage. Unlike her, he howled at the pain and she allowed herself a smile. Patrick found a girl about fifteen. Under normal circumstances she would fit the bill just fine. But DeMarco would need more than her regain his strength and if Patrick came back with less food than required, he had no doubt his Master would have him make up the difference. The girl looked at him with obvious attraction but he moved right past her. "It's your lucky day angel" he said as he walked by. "Maybe next time" It took him almost five more minutes before he found what he was looking for and not a moment too soon. His Master was calling. Patrick's body responded to the command like a puppet. He only had moments left before he would be forced to attend the wounded Vampire. The homeless man was big. Maybe he had been a veteran of some kind. He looked built but not fat. Most likely the endless days and nights spent moving around hardened his body to its current state. Patrick moved up to him quickly while no one was around. The man was in his forties with a reddish beard closely cropped to his face. He wore a green army fatigue jacket and dirty jeans. He looked Patrick up and down as he came near. "Hello" Patrick said with a smile. "You looking to make a little cash?" The man stood up and he towered over Patrick. His powerful chest stuck out and his legs filled his jeans nicely. "If you think I'll be getting on my knees for you I can tell you now; you don't have enough cash in your pocket for that" Patrick looked up and down the man's powerful frame. He grinned. "Actually Sir...I thought I could get on my knees for you" Patrick knew the game better than anyone. "That is if you have what I need?" The man grunted at the thought and grabbed his crotch, giving it a shake. It was heavy like Patrick knew it would be. "You mind?" Patrick asked. The man waved to his crotch and Patrick reached out and squeezed the fat mound. "Wow" he said truthfully. "Still wanna stuff that in your mouth pretty boy?" "Yes Sir!" And he meant every word of it. "I have a place nearby. Does two hundred sound good to you?" The man's eyebrows rose. "You're gonna give me two hundred to suck my dick?" Patrick's fingers ran across the outline of the heavy cock. "Oh I think it's worth every penny. I guy like you could make a lot of money" The man snorted. "I'm not into boys" "But you're a man" Patrick countered. "And all men love to get sucked. How `bout it?" The big man shrugged. "It's your money. Hope you're thirsty. I cum like a bull" Patrick smiled. "Don't worry. I'm gonna take every drop" he said truthfully. Long minutes, that seemed to blur into hours, past by as Daruth and Vera traded blows. Both were cut and bleeding as the circled each other for a superior position. Daruth pressed his attack and swung his heavily muscled arms at her with blazing speed, but Vera matched him and met his sharp claws with the blade of her silver sword. The Alpha wolf's wounds smoked at the objection to the silver but Daruth ignored the pain refusing to let up. He watched her carefully, knowing this was the real battle. He began to see breaks in her facial expressions and knew she was starting to falter under his attack. It happened so quickly that Andreas almost missed it. The Ghouls were no longer fighting. Some began to look around, confused at where they were, while others disengaged themselves from whichever Werewolf they were tangled with. Andreas's heavy claw moved across one of them, opening up its stomach but the Ghoul simply looked at him, in no pain and with no aggression. It moved away and turned around giving its back to Andreas. The Werewolves regrouped together and let the Ghouls pass by. Vera had lost her control. There was no way she could fight an Alpha Werewolf and control so many Ghouls at the same time. Her power had reached its limit and now the released Ghouls were resisting her control to get away. She dropped her willpower completely and set them free. There was a plus and a minus with this action. The good part was she was now able to focus all her attention on the Alpha in front of her. The bad part was, in a short time, he would no longer be alone. She moved her arm in a wide arc, forcing Daruth to step back and then she cast out her will against him, supercharging the air with heat. Under most circumstances her opponent would burst into flames from this, but he wasn't her usual opponent, and Vera knew this would only stall him at best. Waves of heat rippled between them as the Alpha's powerful will stopped her attack. Vera used the time to move away, sheath her sword, and fly into the air. By the time Andreas arrived with three others, the battle was over and the Vampire was gone. Daruth transformed back into a human and Andreas did the same. The others remained in wolf form. "The pack?" Daruth asked. Andreas was panting. "Several have been bitten deeply. We lost two in battle" "Make sure the bitten don't change" Andreas nodded, knowing Werewolves healed much faster than their human counterparts. "The women, children?" Andreas shook his head. "Untouched" A man ran up to them as they walked out of the woods. It was a young wolf, new to adulthood and Daruth was amazed that he didn't get bit himself. "Daruth! We found the bodies. She killed all three of them" Daruth nodded without comment. He felt the death after the Ghouls attacked. When his will didn't reach Alec and the others, he knew the truth. "Bring the bodies in. No one is left outside" The man nodded and ran off as Andreas faced Daruth. "This has to stop. We've lived here for decades with no problems. Now all of a sudden we're being attacked? This makes no sense" Daruth looked away in thought. "There's something very wrong about all of this my friend. Beyond the obvious that is" They moved to the house. The women were transformed but kept the children away. They did their best to tend to the wounded wolves. Daruth took a deep breath. "The Alpha Michael must get involved. All packs united under him. Then we will be our strongest" Andreas raised his eyebrows. "Michael has no desire to lead and Silas will be loath to bend to his will" "That time has passed. No longer do we have the luxury of being separate families. Silas will bend, because he must. And Michael needs to live up to his birthright, whether he wants to or not. Too many are dead already. How many more must we lose?" Michael walked in the store with a list of supplies Wendy wanted him to pick up. His mind was filled with thoughts of her, the local packs and of course, Chase. His Son was everything to him and he could barely believe he had only come into his life so recently. The abilities Chase had begun to display deeply concerned him. There had never been a human hybrid Son born from an Alpha before. Chase seemed to defy the odds at every turn. The boy was mutating the Alpha powers into something unique. It was as if the his body knew it would never be as strong as other Werewolves so it channeled the energy into other areas, making him superior on those fronts instead. Michael would have to watch him carefully over the next few weeks, especially after he transformed for the first time. Just thinking about it made Michael sigh. If Chase was using what little power he had now to its full advantage, what would he do with raw Alpha fuel during his first change? Fuel that Michael had every intention of giving him. He only had one chance at this and he knew the stakes. Chase must take as much power from him as possible to be the strongest he could be. If he changed without it, he would be weak. Far weaker than any other wolf. And it would be a matter of time before he was killed by a rival. As he was mulling this over he rounded the corner of an aisle and his leg struck a large metal beer keg. From the thud it made it was clear it was full and he hit it with such force that it rolled quickly out of reach. A young blonde boy wearing headphones was standing about ten feet away and didn't hear the noise. Michael dropped the items in his hand and began to surge forward to prevent the collision...but before he took two full steps, a thick leg came out and stopped the rouge keg in its tracks. Michael looked up to find a very large man standing between him the boy. The man was big by any standards, having full legs and huge bulging biceps. He stepped over the keg and squared himself off against Michael. This wasn't the first time this had ever happened mind you, but it usually came from another Werewolf. Most normal guys wouldn't dream of picking a fight with him. The man looked him dead in the eyes without fear of any kind, and this was more than unusual. People, especially men, could sense the animal in him and it caused a sort of primal fear on an unconscious level. This man seemed immune. Michael looked him over. He was human, there was no doubt. He had to give him credit. Had he been wolf he may very well have been Alpha. All this over beer? "You should watch your step" the large man said. Michael was at his full height and he was about to step forward to put the man in his place when he caught his scent. His eyes went from the man to the boy behind him. There was no mistake, they were related. It was almost unbelievable. The boy was small, slight of stature and blonde but his Father was tall, with thick muscles and dark hair. If not for the Werewolf in him Michael wouldn't have believed it. The man pointed to the keg. "This belong to you?" Michael shook his head. The man looked as if he didn't believe him but before he could answer further a teenage boy stepped out and stood beside the man. He was well built, with strong muscles and black hair. He wore a shirt with the sleeves missing to show off his biceps. The similarities between the two were strong and most would see them as Father and Son, but these two were not related. Michael was sure. He knew blood. The ties of pack brothers were strong and these two men had no such bond. He breathed in the air. The scents were different but there was a marking. The man's scent was on the teenager. Michael could smell it. For wolves it was a sign of possession. "Everything alright?" the teenager asked the man, although he was looking right at Michael. The challenge was obvious. The man thumbed to the small boy behind them, who was still oblivious to anything. "Go take care of your little brother. Get him to the truck" Brother? These boys were no more related than two strangers on the street. Michael frowned at the comment. "No problem Dad" the teenager said, still looking Michael in the eyes. He moved away and took the blonde boy's hand and led him away. "Time to go buddy" The boy pulled out a headphone and grinned affectionately. "Alright Max" As they walked by Michael caught the child's scent. He was covered in the smell of the man and the teenager. He must spend a great deal of his time with these two to carry such a marking. As they moved the small boy unconsciously reached out his hand and ran it across the back of his Father's thigh, as if to remind the man that he was there. Michael had no doubt this was a wasted effort because the man was aware of every movement the child made. He flashed Michael a brilliant smile that made him think the only thing this boy was missing was a halo and wings. He was absolutely beautiful. And as he passed from sight, Michael realized were the man's true willpower came from. Protecting his child overrode everything else, hence his seeming immunity from fear. "Good looking kid" Michael said. "Son?" "If he had been hurt we would be having a very different conversation right now" the man said and clenched one thick fist. Michael grinned. "Luckily that didn't happen" And then he made his point. "For both of us" He held out his hand and after a moment the big man took it. The Alpha's power flowed through him and into the man. He absorbed his primal feelings. And Michael felt it. This man had killed. The stain of death was on him and the wolf in him knew the truth as if it had been written on his chest. Something had happened, something involving the boy that led to death. This man had taken extreme measures to protect his Son. Michael took his hand back and thought of Chase. Would he do any less? How many would die before he felt the boy was safe? He paid for his things and watched as the man did the same. They walked out of the store at near the same time and Michael watched him climb into his truck. The teenager was sitting beside him and the blonde boy was in the back. The boy moved up and kissed his Dad's cheek and wrapped his small arms around him. The man didn't pull away or protest at all. In fact, as the boy moved back the man turned and said something and the child came back and kissed his Dad full on the lips. They shared a smile as the teenager turned around and said something to make the kid laugh. The man acted as if he ignored them but Michael could tell he was enjoying it too. The boy hugged the handsome teenager as a big arm reached back affectionately and squeezed the child's neck. He kissed the older boy on the cheek before he sat back. Michael understood now where the heavy markings came from. These three were intimate on a regular basis. He looked at the blonde boy and probed his mind with his power. There were no signs of classic abuse. The boy was one of the happiest children he had ever seen. If anything, it was the teenager bore scars of childhood. Michael could understand the Father and Son having a relationship like that. He had one with his own Son in fact. Although having sex with Chase had deeper meaning than simple gratification. He had to insure his Son had as much of his power as possible. He needed his first transformation to go as planned and intended to fuel his Son's wolf with as much of his strength as the boy would allow. Sex was only a pleasant side effect. The more intimate the act the stronger the connection. And after, if his Son still wanted, he would continue to give the boy whatever he needed to strengthen the bond between them. As his mind ran through all of this, he watched the pickup truck drive away with the three males. When he went to start the engine he lifted his leg and realized his cock was hard. Just the mere thought of Chase was having an effect on him. He knew the boy's change would be soon, but he was having a hard time waiting. Every day seemed like an eternity to Michael. He knew the boy wanted him physically. Feeling his Son's desire drove him to the breaking point more than once. But the Alpha in him knew better. If Chase drank before the change the effect wouldn't be the same. He put the truck in gear and drove home, his cock throbbing in his pants and hoping his Son was waiting for him. Patrick unzipped the man's pants and reached inside. They were in an alley far away from the public eye and safe from any disturbances. His hand pulled forth a thick shaft of meat with a full head that filled his palm nicely. "Wow. What do you feed this beast?" The big man had his hands on his hips as he looked down with Patrick. "I don't get many complaints" And Patrick believed every word of it. He stroked the thick shaft with his hand until it grew to its full nine inches. The man looked around every so often but Patrick had no need. He would know if anyone came close to them just by sensing their blood. When he was fully hard Patrick began to sink to his knees before the man stopped him. "Not so fast princess. Let's see the money first" Patrick grinned and reached into his back pocket and handed the man two crisp hundred dollar bills. He watched as they disappeared inside the man's coat. "Start sucking pretty boy" he said with a snarl. He was obviously disgusted at what Patrick wanted to do, but two hundred bucks was two hundred bucks, and if the kid wanted to blow him, then so be it. Patrick opened his mouth and took the full cock inside. His lips gripped around the fat shaft and he started to suck on the juicy meat. The blood that surged through the man's big prick made the young vampire's mouth water. He twisted his head and began to swallow as much of it as he could. The man was big and got bigger the deeper Patrick went. The base of his prick flared out thickly and even Patrick couldn't take it all the way in. "Hungry little cocksucker aren't you?" Patrick didn't answer his question. That would involve taking the meaty prick out of his mouth and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He put both hands on the man's muscled thighs and pulled himself forward. His jaw opened to the limit as his spit ran out of his mouth by the sheer girth of the throbbing cock. "That's it" The man said patiently, as if he was used to this. "Eat that fat dick you fucking punk" Patrick did his best. He was hungry. Far more than the man knew. He took more than five inches in his mouth before he had to stop. The man's big dick was rock hard and barely gave itself to bend down Patrick's throat. DeMarco was big as well, but Patrick sucked him for far different reasons. DeMarco's power could be absorbed through bodily fluids and every time Patrick swallowed the Vampire's cum, he gained a little of that power. Only once had the Master allowed Patrick to take his blood, and that was when Patrick was first turned. The Master doled out a drop or two every few weeks, just enough to keep the Thrall peaked, but a full feeding would give the boy too much power too soon, and DeMarco wasn't one to share. But this big man was sheer lust. Patrick would have loved to spend hours feasting on the throbbing prick between the muscled man's legs, but time wasn't on his side. He sucked hard and slowly moved his head around from side to side so his mouth twisted on the swollen shaft. The man moaned in appreciation and pushed his hips forward slightly to feed more of his dick into Patrick's mouth. His hand came around and curled in the Thrall's soft brown hair and tugged him forward. If Patrick could have swallowed him whole he would have. The man's strong legs began to tremble and Patrick knew he was going to cum. He longed to make it last, to stop sucking and let the man calm down but he could already feel the pull of DeMarco's power. He was being called and soon he would have no choice but to obey, with or without food. He gripped the pulsing prick with his lips and gave the man the best blowjob he could and with his Vampire strength, the man must be in heaven. The groans changed into loud moans and the big dick in Patrick's mouth swelled up to its full girth. Patrick pulled back until just the head was in his mouth and within a few seconds he felt the warm cream flood into his throat as the man began to cum. Now both of them were moaning, and for a brief moment DeMarco lost his hold on the Thrall as Patrick drank deeply from the man's big prick. Four large swallows later, Patrick opened his eyes and came to his senses. It felt as if DeMarco was right next to him, his power even when wounded, was incredible. He looked up to see the man still delirious with his head thrown back, his fist still laced through Patrick's hair. He wished more than anything he could enjoy this man all night but that wasn't possible. With deep regret Patrick let the still swollen cock out of his mouth and stood up. The man's hand came free easily and before he could respond, Patrick was behind him with his arm around his throat. It took a moment for the man to snap out of it and realize what was happening but by then it was too late. He tried to use his superior size and strength on the teenage boy but was shocked to find himself powerless, and within a minute he was out and dropping to the floor. Patrick lifted the big man up on his shoulders and carried him up the stairs. He kept to the shadows on the way home and used his Vampire speed to eat up the distance. He found his Master on the floor in almost the same position he had left him. His eyes burned with fury at the sight of him. "Master!" Patrick cried out before the ancient Vampire could say anything. "I have what you need!" He dropped the man on the floor and waved to him. "See, I told you I wouldn't fail you. Drink!" DeMarco crawled across the floor and lifted the unconscious man up in his arms. He tilted the head back and sunk his teeth deep into the thick neck. The warm blood filled his mouth and he drank with a hunger he hadn't had in a long time. As the life giving fluid moved in him DeMarco felt the effects of the holy water dissipate and as his strength returned he opened his eyes and looked at Patrick. The door behind Patrick closed with a loud crash and the heavy deadbolts latched into place on their own. The window was next. Patrick looked back at the sight and knew his time had come. This man had better be enough or his Master would feed on him next. He silently prayed he would see another moon in the sky. "I won't fail you Master. You will be whole again" His voice sounding more hopeful than certain. It was almost midnight and Wendy and Emma were already asleep. Michael pulled Chase on his lap and hugged him tight. Chase was facing him, his legs on either side of the chair. He leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Chase moaned softly and wrapped his arms around his Dad's broad shoulders. "I love you tiger" he told the small boy. "I love you too Dad" Michael kissed at his Son's mouth, tasting his full lips with his own. His strong hands ran up and down Chase's small back and his big cock thickened between his legs. Chase noticed it and smiled at him, rubbing his ass across Michael's large bulge. He grinned at the boy and took him by the hips and started to move him around his lap. He leaned in and sunk his tongue into his mouth for Chase to suck on. It had taken great effort to Michael to hold his desire in check when he came home. Chase was there and he felt the boys hunger for him almost immediately. It took all his Alpha power to keep not only his Son in check, but himself as well. Eating dinner so near the boy was excruciating. In his mind he kept seeing that big man from the store and his blonde Son kissing over and over again. He would occasionally dart his eyes over to Chase... young, beautiful Chase. His heavy dick threatened to rip out of his pants and Michael was afraid the chair would break from all the shifting he was doing. Chase pulled at his shirt and crushed his mouth against him. He reached down and lifted it off his body and threw it to the ground. Chase's hands immediately ran over his big chest and muscled arms. He watched his Son's hand move around him, testing his strength. Michael lifted up his arm and made a thick muscle for the boy to play with. He stuck out his tongue and managed to push it into Chase's mouth for a moment, but the boy wanted to feel his hard flesh so Michael pulled back and let his Son rub at him. "They're like rocks" the boy said with his soft voice and hypnotic eyes. "That's not the only thing" Michael countered. As Chase grinned at him Michael moved forward and stuck his tongue back inside his mouth. Chase sucked on it for a moment until Michael sat back again. He lifted up both his arms and stuck out his chest and let all his muscles flare out at the same time. Chase's eyes were as big as saucers at the incredible sight. His small hands were lost in a sea of thick muscle and blonde hair that covered them. He moved rapidly over each bicep and across the massive chest and up the thick neck and around the broad shoulders. Finally his eyes found Michael's and the boy sighed with utter contentment. Michael laughed and wrapped his powerful arms around his Son and pulled him close. Their mouths crushed against each other and they moaned at the same time, both having exactly what they wanted...and the world melted away. Michael could tell the heat from his body and the smell of his sweaty flesh was driving Chase over the edge. He hugged the boy so tight the air rushed from Chase's lungs and he sunk his thick tongue as far inside his mouth as it would go. After a moment he pushed the small boy back and grinned. "Is there some reason you still have your clothes on?" It took Chase a moment to leave the wave of pleasure he was riding as his mind grappled with what he heard. He blinked a few times and then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He moved off Michael's lap and pushed at his jeans but his fingers kept fumbling with the button. Michael watched what seemed like a year as the struggle showed no sign of a winner when the big man couldn't take it anymore. He reached out and grabbed the small pants with both hands and ripped them away with one powerful tug. Chase looked at him with surprise and it seemed as if were about to say something when the boy's eyes changed. The hunger they both had for each other was written on the faces of both the Son and the Father and nothing else was important. Chase grabbed his underwear and shoved them roughly down until he was completely naked. Michael watched like the hungry wolf he was and pulled him back on his lap. He grabbed the boy's legs and pulled them around his waist as his massive prick threatened to rip his own jeans apart. Michael kissed his Son deeply while the boy attempted to feel every inch of his body with his small hands, all at the same time. Chase's eyes were glowing as the Alpha knew they would be. His time was coming and the change would take place soon. He had to be prepared. Coupling with another wolf would ease the change but as an Alpha, and more importantly his Father, Michael could control it completely. He had already drunk from Chase but his Son wasn't quite ready to take his cum yet. That bond would come soon enough; right now the boy was in heat! Chase pushed against his big chest and for a moment Michael was lost as to why his Son wanted to get away, but as space opened between them, the boy's hands ran down his stomach and grabbed the thick bulge between his legs. Ten small fingers probed frantically at the throbbing mound for a way in as Michael stabbed his tongue in and out of the boy's mouth, teasing him into a fever. Chase tried to suck on him but could only do it for a brief moment before Michael took his tongue back, then the jeans surrounding the large cock the child craved proved as strong a prison as steel bars. Chase moaned in deep frustration at both torments. Michael kept it up for only a few moments, amused at his Son's persistence. He stuck his tongue deep inside Chase's mouth and left it there for him to suck on as he moved his whole body forward making Chase lean far back. He held his Son's small hips with both hands and suddenly sat back, breaking the kiss. Chase's eyes were pulsing with Supernatural power, his mouth open and panting. Michael looked down and his Son followed his gaze until they both watched Chase's frantic hands. The boy's lithe fingers were practically clawing to get the big cock. Michael looked up and smiled at his Son but Chase didn't smile back...he was too far gone. Instead he did something that almost made Michael cum right there...he said one word. "Daddy" Involuntarily Michael's eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled a little as the wave of desire ripped out from Chase and flowed over him like the ocean. "Fuck" he mumble to himself, caught totally by surprise. He lifted Chase up as he stood from the chair and threw the small boy over his shoulder like a towel. His Son's hard cock pressed against his chest as he moved them over to the boy's bed. Michael lifted him off and dropped him down on the soft mattress with a thud. The instant the let go, his hands were reaching for his zipper and opening his pants up for the boy. Chase wasted no time in righting himself and getting into position to accept his Father's offering. His small hands found his Dad's wrists and he pulled at them as if to assist unwrapping the considerable gift. Michael's huge prick sprung out like a baseball bat and it bounced in the air as Chase took in the amazing sight before his eyes. A small amount of saliva actually ran out of the corner of his mouth as the smell of his Dad's big dick filled his senses. Chase pushed away his Dad's hands and grabbed the fat shaft between his large legs and engulfed the swollen head, all at the same time. The feel of his Son's velvet mouth made the muscle man throw his head back and growl, the beast in him clearly taking over. Only the growl that rumbled out of his chest could drown out the sound of Chase's moan that vibrated up his hard cock. He felt his Son's small fingers squeeze his prick with almost supernatural strength, but it made no difference to Michael, he was a full grown wolf and an Alpha at that. He took a deep breath and looked down at his Son. Chase was lost and Michael wasn't even sure he would hear him if he spoke. The boy's mouth was sucking so hard his cheeks were red. His hands were pulling at the massive shaft and feeding it into the hungry mouth like life depended on it. Michael's eyes glazed over in pure lust as he watched his Son give him head. "Suck me Chase" he said deeply, not really realizing he had said it until it came out. One powerful hand took hold of his Son's head and he helped the boy move around in his struggle to swallow Michael's mammoth prick. His big nuts churned with cum as they worked over time with excitement. The amount of cream he would shoot was going to be considerable, thanks no less to the angelic blonde boy he saw at the store earlier. "Eat it Son. Eat it up!" Michael said hastily. But Chase didn't hear him. Or if he did, he didn't acknowledge it. His head moved from side to side, twisting around the throbbing prick and sucking at the full head, eager for cum. After the longest moment in the adult Werewolf's life, his hands came forward to push the boy away but Chase seemed to sense the action and his glowing eyes looked up and stopped the man cold. Michael had to blink to regain control and with extreme effort he put both hands behind his back, laced his fingers together and let his head fall back as the growl escaped into the air. Let the boy suck, he thought to himself, not really sure who's idea it was to let that happen. He was an Alpha, his authority was complete...or so he told himself. Chase's mouth worked at his Dad's big dick as his hands pulled down the man's jeans. He reached down and took hold of the large, hairy nuts that hung like golf balls between his Father's legs. He tugged at the sack and felt their considerable weight, knowing what this meant. His lips gripped at the throbbing shaft and his tongue ran circles around the swollen flesh as he wished more than anything that he could take every inch down his throat. No thoughts of Bart, Sean, or Patrick ran through his mind, the only thing that mattered was sucking his Dad's big dick. Michael felt his thighs tremble as his boy worked him over. He tried to spread his legs apart more, but his jeans held him in place. A part of him was afraid to move, not wanting to make Chase stop, while another part struggled to push the boy away. It wasn't time yet after all. The tie was broken by what Michael did next...he looked out the window and saw the moon. The bright white light washed over him and renewed his immense power. This was not about just pleasure, he had a duty to fulfill and the source of his strength reminded him of that. He looked down at the handsome boy he was proud to call Son and gently took his head in both his hands and pushed him away. The child struggled against him but there simply was no contest. He moved on top of Chase and pulled his legs up and around his waist. He aimed his wet prick at the boy's small hole and gently began to push inside. Chase moaned loudly as the big cock demanded entry. Michael watched his Son carefully so not to hurt him. He knew the boy was too far gone to resist but the fact remained, Chase was still a little boy and Michael was a full grown man. When the head of his cock sunk into his Son Michael rolled his eyes up and groaned in pleasure. "Oh Chase!" his deep voice cried out. His big hands found the boy's small waist and he began to fuck him. Chase was lost in pleasure as he usually was when his Father was around. As the days grew closer to his change, Chase felt it becoming more difficult to hide his desires for the men in his life and if it not for his Father's power, he might very well have gone insane. The man tamed the beast inside of him and kept him quiet so Chase could continue to function as close to normal as possible. But the night before the full moon would be a hard one for Chase which is why he did his best to overwhelm the boy with power and lull him into sleep for long hours. The moon was calling, and tomorrow the boy would answer. Tonight Michael must feed the beast in his Son in another way. His big cock sunk into the child and he twisted his hips around with each gentle thrust until Chase cried out in pleasure. His tiny hands clawed at his Father's broad shoulders and he leaned up to bite at the man's thick neck. Michael was relentless and never stopped pumping himself into Chase. He pushed his heavy weight down on the boy and Chase groaned loudly in approval. It wasn't long before Michael felt his Son explode against his stomach. The boy's warm cum splashed across the Alpha's bronzed skin and he grinned when his Son's eyes rolled back in his head as he came. Chase shuddered in his big arms and Michael hugged him close and whispered in his ear how much he loved him. When he was fully spent Michael cast out his power and pushed the boy's conscious mind down to sleep. He very carefully pulled his mighty prick out and kneeled over his Son as the boy slept. With one hand he pumped his thick shaft, still wet with the boy's saliva while he watched the child sleep. Before he was about to cum, Michael slowly moved away and went to the window to shoot his heavy load out into the cool night air. For a moment the sky was filled with the sight of the Alpha's white cum as it rained from the top floor of the barn and down to the earth below. He felt weak in his knees and held the frame for support as he finished his orgasm. He looked over to his Son to see Chase breathing deeply, fast asleep. It seemed like every orgasm he had with his Son was taking more and more out of him. Tomorrow would be the ultimate test. The immense power that the Alpha had at his disposal would be offered to his Son during his transformation. How much the child could take was up to him of course, but Michael was determined to give him a banquet to feed the hungry beast in him. He walked over to Chase and very carefully climbed in bed with him. He wrapped his thick muscled arms around the sleeping child and pulled him close. Chase moaned slightly at the sudden warmth pressed against him but quickly settled down again as Michael held him. Vera and Cornelius stood near DeMarco as he planned out their next and final moves against Michael. Patrick was in the room but stood far away from the ancient ones, not wanting to be noticed by any of them. "Tomorrow is the full moon. He will give the boy his power when it is highest in the sky" He began to say more but Cornelius stopped him. "They will be at the height of their power then" DeMarco nodded. "And he will also be his most vulnerable" "Agreed" Vera joined in. "But you won't be facing two Alphas and their armies" DeMarco dismissed her response. "I have every confidence in you. The Beast must be distracted until I can get to his Son" He looked over at Patrick in thought. "You two will hold the line until I can summon the Alpha to me. By then it will be too late" "What of the Druid?" Vera asked and DeMarco's face paled. Just the thought of the woman made him feel ill all over again. He took a moment to gather his willpower. "No one touches her. I will deal with her after the Alpha is dead" Vera frowned, not knowing what happened to DeMarco when he fought the woman. The ancient told them nothing about his near destruction at the hands of the magic user. It would have shown weakness and DeMarco was anything but. They continued to discuss the fine details of the assault while Patrick stood far away and looked out the tinted window, wondering if he would survive through next week. Long hours later and mile away, the Werewolves were also meeting. Michael, Silas, and Daruth stood with several lieutenants in Silas's mansion. They had been speaking for hours as Daruth filled them in on what happened at his compound. Michael listened intently and Silas mostly paced back and forth, eager for a fight. "This still makes no sense to me" Silas growled. "These attacks are without merit. Why allows us to regroup at all? Why haven't they hit you yet?" he said looking at Michael. Michael shook his head, not knowing the answer to give, when Andreas spoke up. "They have" he simple said. Everyone turned to him. He took one step forward without actually joining the circle of Alpha wolves before him. He looked at Michael. "Your wife was attacked was she not?" The large blonde man nodded but didn't speak, Silas did that for him. "So what?" he sounded somewhat put off that Andreas would even think himself worthy to speak to three Alphas. "So..." Andreas spoke slowly and carefully, not wanting to anger the dangerous leader. Silas was known for his bad temper and quick punishment and even with Daruth standing so near, Silas was formidable. "If I were a Master Vampire and wanted to kill all Werewolves in the area...I would need a powerful army, other Vampires to be sure. That didn't work out so well though, so they brought in Ghouls next" Silas was losing his patients with Andreas and his eyes started to glare at the man in anger, but Daruth and Michael were listening intently to what he was saying. "With each and every attack they have increased their assault with stronger weapons against us" To Andreas this train of thought was easy to follow, but only Daruth understood where he was going with it. Michael was still confused and Silas began to growl. Andreas put his hand up in surrender at the large wolf and nodded his head. "My lord Werewolves spend all their time in the woods, fighting, living, and reproducing. It's our home" "And this is news to us how?" Silas demanding voice bellowed as he stepped forward. Daruth lifted up his arm, putting it between Silas and Andreas. "Silas!" Daruth barked. "Listen for a change at what he's saying. We live in the woods! Michael's wife is a Druid!" It took another moment for Michael to understand and when he did he breathed out a long sigh. "Oh my God" he spoke mostly to himself, his eyes on Daruth and then Andreas. "So what?" Silas continued. "What does that have to do with anything?" Daruth turned until he was fully facing Silas. "How much damage do you think a Vampire army could do to us if they had a Druid on their side?" He looked around the room and raised his arms up in a flourish. "If the whole forest came alive to kill us? Every tree...every vine?" Silas looked blankly at him for a moment and turned to Michael. "Is that even possible?" Michael shook his head. "I don't know. Technically she's not human" That was all he needed to hear. "Werewolves don't turn into Vampires when we're bitten" Silas argued. "And she's not human either!" Daruth nodded. "Yes, all that is true. But tell me my friend, how many Vampires have you met that change into smoke?" He looked to Michael. "This is an Ancient with incredible powers; if she can be turned it will be by him" Michael was lost in thought but managed to respond. "Making Vampires isn't easy but..." his mind wandered. "She said he was moving toward her in smoke form, as if to get inside her body" "To posses her" Andreas stated, not quite a question. Silas barked. "You don't know that!" "Which is the point he's making Silas" Daruth interceded. "We don't know" Michael moved away. "I have to speak to my wife. I'll be back later. Everyone stay together. Keep the children safe" Daruth moved with him. "Should you be apart from us? Bring your family here. We're stronger with you" Michael didn't want anyone to know that Chase was about to change. He had to be there for his Son when this happened and if the Vampires chose to attack, then the others would have to deal with it until he was free. He couldn't allow Chase to have his first change around so many other wolves, it was far too dangerous. Daruth moved in front of Michael and Michael put a large hand on his shoulder in friendship. "I have my reasons Daruth. You and Silas are powerful and I will be here when you need me I promise" He moved around Daruth and caught Sean's eye. The boy was looking at him with a longing that Michael could feel clear across the room. Without bothering to turn Michael said, "Silas, I need Sean for a while. I'll bring him back when I can" Silas was deep in thought and although Sean was an intelligent boy, for a Werewolf soldier he was average at best, and Silas thought in terms of strength not metal abilities. He waved his hand in the air and gave his permission without even looking at them. Sean was already moving before Silas gave him his leave, which was lucky for the young wolf on many levels. Bart moved forward as well, wanting to see Chase again, and after all, what would the Alpha Michael need of Sean that a stronger wolf wouldn't offer? But Michael shook his head and motioned for Bart to stay where he was. "I only need him" he stated and moved out of the room, pushing the blonde wolf in front of him and out the door. Bart watched with confusion and a little jealousy. Chase wanted him, not Sean, why wasn't he needed? When they were in the truck moving off the compound and out of the range of sensitive Werewolf hearing, Michael turned to Sean and asked him if he thought about his future and what he wanted to do. With a quickness that almost prevented Michael from getting out his sentence fully, he answered that he wanted to be a part of his pack and was ready to take the next step. His eyes moved between Michael's strong legs and rested on the heavy bulge that always seemed to be there whenever he looked. Michael's strong hand came up and rested on the back of Sean's neck and started to rub him tenderly. "You know you can't go back if we do this. Once I'm in you my mark will be clear. Everyone will know" Sean nodded and told Michael he had thought of nothing else since he was made the offer. He told the Alpha he knew almost every wolf in the area and he would be a great asset to him but Michael only laughed. "Sean I appreciate your enthusiasm but the truth is I picked you above all others because of your mind, not your connections. Chase..." He paused for a moment. "Chase likes Bart far too much and I don't trust someone who is muscle first and brains later" "Bart and Chase?" Sean said in some surprise. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that was sure. Bart was a strong and handsome boy, with big muscles and an easy smile. He himself had spent more than one night in the teenager's arms after a heavy workout that usually ended in sucking Bart's big cock and getting fucked by him. And Bart, being the budding Alpha that he was, usually took on not just Sean, but Jason as well. For a gay wolf like Chase, Bart would be irresistible. "Yeah, but I need someone who will do what I need without Chase getting in the way. I don't trust Bart. Not like I trust you" His strong hand kneaded the blonde teenager's neck and Sean felt a little dizzy at the intimacy. They were a few miles away from Silas's compound already and no other cars were on the sleepy road. "So Sean...are you ready to join my family?" "Yes Sir!" Sean said, never more sure of anything in his whole life. Michael pulled the truck over for and started to undo his own pants. "We'll finish this at the farm but we might as well enjoy the trip" He tugged out his massive prick and fisted it in one strong hand. He pulled Sean's head down to his lap and felt the blonde boy's mouth wrap hungrily around his big cockhead. He looked in the mirror, no one was around. He slowly pulled the truck back on the road while Sean sucked at his heavy prick. "You like that Son?" But Sean didn't pull his mouth off, he sucked at him as hard as he could, stuffing as much of the beastly shaft in his mouth as possible. Instead he moaned his answer. Michael smiled and stroked the boy's soft blonde hair as they drove down the road. There was a difference between Sean and Chase and what Michael was doing for them. Chase hadn't changed yet. His animal would use whatever power it had at the time of the first change and become whatever it would be for all time. If Michael gave his Son the raw fuel to power up this first change then it would be permanent. Sean had already changed several years ago and his beast was set in stone so to speak. The benefit of having an Alpha like Michael was that his power could be loaned out to the teenager, much like having a car suddenly fueled with Nitro. Michael's Alpha power would move into Sean and power him up considerably. He wouldn't tire nearly as fast, and his strength would be vastly improved as would his healing ability and stamina. The drawback with this was that is wasn't permanent. Sean would need regular feeding from the Alpha to maintain his new power. But that power would be noticeable by all other wolves, which was really the point. His new strength would be a beacon to others to stay away from him. Being under the Alpha's protection like Chase currently was was one thing. But sharing in the Alpha's power base was another. Being the Alpha's Son didn't stop Chase from getting beaten up and it didn't deter the boys doing it in any way, but had they sensed his birthright active in his system, they would have kept a wide berth to avoid the Alpha offspring. Chase had not changed and with everything going on he needed a protector if the Alpha couldn't be around. Sean was by far the best applicant. Chase would take what he needed during his wolf's birth and the change would be forever, whether Michael stayed alive or not, which is why so many Werewolf packs had a leadership legacy that ran deeply in the same families. Father's giving Son's the power they needed to rule was traditional and expected. It would be foolhardy to give that power to someone with no allegiance. That's how dynasties fell. But bodyguards were available in abundance and at least one strapping blonde boy was ready to enlist. "Chase will change tonight. I need you to guard us both" It was now or never. Sean must be ready and committed; there would be no more chances. "I want you to kill anything that comes near us" His big fingers ran through the thick blonde hair. "I'm going to give you all the power you need to do this. And remember Sean...I picked you over all of them" The teenager pushed his head deeper into the Alpha's lap and Michael felt the head of his big dick push at the boy's throat. Michael's hand ran down Sean's back and he squeezed the handsome teenager's firm ass as he lifted up his hips, feeding the boy more of his cock. "I'm gonna show you what it's like to be with a real Alpha" He gripped the teenager's ass. "And Sean...I really hope you're hungry" DeMarco stood near Patrick. The others left the loft, their tasks clear before them. It was daytime but the ancients travelled in dark cars with human drivers and DeMarco had a large underground parking facility. "You have an important job. In fact everything rests on you" Patrick shifted uneasily from foot to foot. "Just lead the boy away. The Father will be gone, he'll be alone" "The mother?" Patrick asked. DeMarco sneered at the thought of the woman. "I will deal with her, just get the boy out" He put his arm around Patrick and pulled him in close. Patrick leaned against his Master and sighed. "And before you go, I want you to drink from me. I need you at your best" This was a great honor and Patrick knew it. Usually he was given no more blood than was needed. DeMarco's power flowed through his veins like molten lava and Patrick loved the way it felt, even if it faded after a few days. But with every feeding Patrick kept a fraction of the power and this wasn't lost on DeMarco. He made Thralls in the past and usually destroyed them before they became a problem. Patrick had a long way to go before that happened. He was already stronger by decades than he should be for his age, due to the blood the Ancient gave him. But tonight...at least for tonight...he must be a little stronger. Sean was naked and on his knees while he sucked at Michael's huge prick. The Alpha stood before him and watched while the boy made love to his cock. There was a barn at the end of Michael's property, used for animals giving birth, but now stood empty. Wendy was with Emma getting more holy water and Chase was inside kept calm by Michael's power. Today would be a bad day for him and Michael spared the boy by making him sleep through most of it. The beast was stirring and it would come out be it hell or high water. He had his mind locked on his Son the whole time, knowing his child's every move. Since it was daytime he knew the boy would be safe, especially since Wendy laced all the plants with holy water and planted garlic. Michael's cupped the back of Sean's head and he steadied the boy with the other hand. "Look at me Sean" The boy's eyes moved up to his. "From now on you'll answer only to me. My power will be yours. I'll know your thoughts, your desires, and your fears. You will come to me when I call and kneel before me to drink" He pulled the boy toward him and fed him another few inches of his mighty prick and then put his hands behind his back. "Now...who's your Master Sean?" If Sean could have unhinged his jaw he would have, as it was, Michael's considerable girth was pushing into his throat and making his eyes water. He twisted his head around the big man's prick and sucked on it as hard as he could. It was by far the biggest dick Sean had ever had. When he thought he couldn't take anymore, the wolf in him began to stir in hunger. The power the Alpha was offering him was like a steak to a starving man. The Wolf simply had to have it. Michael looked down in approval as Sean began to take his heavy cock deeper and deeper into his throat. The boy tried to look up at him in submission, but his struggles were too great, and he eventually gave up and concentrated on swallowing as much of Michael's throbbing dick as he could. The boy's strong hands gripped at his rock like calves and ran up and down the backs of his furry legs as he engorged himself on the big prick. The Alpha being the ultimate male, simple stood there and watched. This job was for Sean and Sean alone. He made no effort to help the boy or encourage him further. If Sean wanted it badly enough he would find a way to manage on his own. Lucky for him he was a true Alpha, and making cum to feed the pack with was a gift he possessed in spades. Chase would be taking most of it tonight and Michael had to be ready to give him as much as he wanted. He knew Sean had drank from Silas already, he could smell the rival Alpha's power in all three boys the first time they met. He must have fueled them up before they came to the farm...as if it would have made any difference. Even Silas at the height of his power was no match for Michael in human form, let alone wolf. It was more of a power play, to show him who owned the teenagers. For a wolf like Sean taking power from his Father wasn't needed. The man wasn't an Alpha and had no power to give. When they were brought into Silas's pack each would be marked with the Master's power so everyone would know who they belonged too. This simple marking would last for life, or at least until another, more powerful Alpha took them. And Michael knew that Silas wouldn't be happy with this change in Sean. His marking would be erased in the boy and replaced with a far more powerful one, a mark that Silas would take as a direct threat to his leadership. But Michael would deal with his rival later, right now his Son was the most important thing and if Silas objected too much, he would be rewarded with yet another scar across his face. Sean's head was slowly moving from side to side as he attempted to corkscrew the Alpha's huge prick right into his throat. The boy's spit ran heavily down Michael's shaft and the barn filled with the sound of the teenager's sucking mouth. His hands gripped and squeezed at the muscle man's big legs until the Alpha's cock swelled up even larger in his mouth. Sean gagged and tears ran out of his eyes as he struggled with the new girth between Michael's legs. He pulled back until just the head of the man's big dick was in his mouth and that's when it happened. He tasted the first offering from the Alpha as his mind exploded with the flavor of Michael's pre cum. He sucked hard at the fat head and pulled as much of it out as he could. He growled in hunger and pushed his head between the man's legs until the large cock made him gag again. Michael watched Sean's struggle with interest. He was pleased with the teenager's effort. When his big cock leaked out the first of its fluid he knew the boy would be replaced by the beast inside of him. He felt the blonde's strong hands grip at the back of his legs and literally impale himself on the massive jutting cock. Sean felt himself gag again and when he pulled back more of the Alpha's power laced fluid seeped into his mouth. Sean sucked hard at the head, his cheeks hollowed out in effort and when it was gone he pushed down the fat shaft and began to eat at the heavy shaft again. The swollen head lodged in the opening of his throat but the wolf now took over. Before Sean could gag again, his throat opened up in welcome to the Alpha's mighty prick, and the enormous meat began to work its way inside. Inch after inch began to disappear in front of Sean as the base of Michael's cock came closer and closer. He felt the fluid drip down his throat like hot milk and his muscles surged with power. The Alpha was giving it to him and Sean wanted it all! Sean was gone. The beast in him was active even though he was in human form. Michael watched closely as he felt his big dick sink into the handsome teenager's throat. He was almost ready to feed the boy and Sean must have felt it too because he began to growl in anticipation. There were maybe three inches left and Sean could barely breathe, but he didn't care. In moments he would forever leave Silas's pack and become greater than he could ever imagine. Michael's cock began to pulse and throb and Sean sucked harder than ever. His spit had run down his chin and down the fat shaft to soak into the man's jeans. His fingers became claws as the change in his power began to shift, and he held onto the powerful legs of the Alpha as the true marking was upon him. And then it happened...Michael came! Sean felt the cream flow up the man's massive shaft and splash against his throat. The moment the pure cum touched his skin every muscle in his body flared out! The power in the man flowed into the boy and charged him up like a battery. Sean wanted to growl as loud as possible but that would mean he would have to stop sucking, and only death would make the blonde boy do that! He pulled at the man's legs and drank hungrily as the Alpha came like a bull inside his throat. Michael saw the change in Sean immediately. He felt the claws on his legs as Sean held him in a death grip. The muscles on the boy's back shifted and swelled up, his shoulders thickened and his biceps inflated. He felt his big balls empty into the boy and knew most of it would be wasted. Sean was just too seasoned a wolf to take what the Alpha had to offer. It was like trying to charge a car battery with a lightning bolt. Sean was so far outmatched but by God if he wasn't hungry. Even after Michael stopped coming, Sean continued to suck. He slowly worked his way off the fat prick an inch at a time until he nursed on the head for long minutes with his eyes closed. The growl of lust was replaced by a long content moan that filled the barn like song. Finally, Michael pulled his big dick out and ran his hand through Sean's blonde hair. "Look at me boy" he commanded, and Sean slowly obeyed by tilting his head up and opening his eyes. They were glowing! Patrick sat in the woods several miles from Michael's farm. DeMarco was watching the wolf from a much closer distance, but his abilities could mask his presence and Patrick didn't have a tenth of his Master's power, even with a fresh drinking. Chase had been left alone today while the Alpha tended to pack business that DeMarco created. Everything counted on keeping the Alpha busy and giving him a reason to leave Chase alone. It took DeMarco almost two hours to plant the suggestion in Chase's mind that Patrick was his friend. He had to be careful not to alert the Alpha with his Vampiric sending. The Alpha was alert and powerful but his abilities of telepathy paled in comparison to DeMarco's. Still, everything was in place, and aside from the Druid's refusal to turn, the Vampire's plan was working perfectly. After the passing of power, the connection of the Alpha to his young Son would be complete, and for the first time in his life, Michael would finally have a weakness. DeMarco looked up at the moon. It would be full in a matter of hours, and shortly after, the Alpha would die. He let his mind wander as he thought of the various ways he was going to torture the Druid for the anguish she caused him. Her death wouldn't come for a long time but her pain would be great. Or so he told himself. His focus was so intent on the Alpha and his mate that he never noticed the young blonde Werewolf, moving slowly through the woods, miles away, and heading toward Patrick. Two hours later the moon reached its height in the sky. Its full white circle shined down on Michael's farm like a star, as if to herald in a new birth. The Alpha felt the power wash over him and the beast in him wanted to roam free, but he held it at bay and watched his young Son. Chase paced around the room for the last hour. There was an impatience that Michael knew all too well. The animal in his Son was about to enter the world for the first time, and Michael couldn't help but think how this young boy...this dark haired beauty, had defied the odds at every turn. He shouldn't even be alive, but through some miracle here he was. Michael had no answers to give. The things that Chase did seemed impossible, but tonight something wonderful was going to happen, and Michael would be with his Son for every second of it. He kept his distance from the boy. Chase's desire for him ran an all time high. The animal in the child wanted the power the Alpha had to offer, and Michael knew it. He counted on it in fact. Every time Chase looked at him he could feel the hunger roll over him. The boy's eyes were focused on the bulge between Michael's legs as if he knew instinctively what it meant for him. Michael used his willpower to keep Chase at bay and he purposely sat behind a desk hide his bulging crotch. He spoke softly to his Son to keep him calm but touching the boy now was out of the question. They were both in heat and the Alpha wanted his Son even more than the boy wanted him, if that were possible. Every minute past by like an eternity and as the moonlight crept into the room and landed on Michael's arm, his heavy cock began to throb. It strained to be free and engage the boy in the room. Chase stopped moving and looked at the moon through the large bay window, the light from the celestial object casting a shadow of him across the floor. "Chase" Michael called softly. Chase hadn't been this still for hours and now he was like a statue. "Son?" he called again, but the boy didn't answer. He got up and moved to his Son but didn't touch him. "My love" he called with concern. He moved slowly around his Son until he could look at his face. The moon was shining right on it and Michael couldn't help but gasp slightly at what he saw. Chase's eyes were full of blue fire. To be Concluded......