with everything I had to give. I quaked in the chair that creaked under my weight and movements. It wasn’t until the last drop had been syphoned from my cock that I collapsed in the chair, leaning sideways.
Elliot slowly sucked my cock until he reached the tip, then popped my sensitive head with his lips, kissing my slit. “There, all better, Sir.” He laughed when he saw what pathetic state I was in and began to tuck my cock back into my pants. He buttoned them up, then rose. His own cock was rock hard, but I wasn’t in the mood to reciprocate and he knew it. We really didn’t have that type of relationship either. He reached down, grabbed his aching cock, and gave it a nice squeeze. “If you don’t mind, can I go take care of this, Sir?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “And miss the birth of my child?”
He looked back toward the closed door and pouted. “Ah fuck… yeah… sorry about that. I guess not. I do want to see your baby, Sir.”
Elliot looked at Royce and the Beta Capo barked out a laugh and shook his head. “I don’t even know why you cast your lusty gaze to me, my young wolf. I only enjoy the females.”
Elliot gave him a half smile and shrugged a shoulder. “Just thought I’d ask, Sir.” He groaned a little, then returned to the sofa where he’d been sitting. “This fucker is aching. I’ve got to take care of it.”
“So, take care of it. I don’t mind watching,” I said.
Elliot didn’t hesitate after being given the permission. He reached into his pants and pulled out his very large cock. He’d split many a wolf in two with that thing from what I’d been hearing. Males and females got to be at his mercy or in most cases, lack thereof. Elliot was a powerhouse when it came to fucking, and by the way his hand was pounding his cock, up and down as he grimaced in pleasure, I knew he would shoot soon. But once he’d seen my child, he’d seek the real thing. A nice, tight ass or pussy to fuck into oblivion.
With one long groan, Elliot arched on the sofa, white ropes of cum, thick and sticky, spurted from his cock and landed on his hand, the floor, and his thighs. Some dribbled down the length of his shaft to his hairy balls. He trembled as the sensation of blowing one hell of a load worked its way through him and he smiled afterward, his hand resting on his lap.
I rose and entered Sanese’s bedroom. First, I cleaned my own cock off, then took the wash cloth, wetting it in the basin, and returned to Elliot. “Here, clean yourself up. I won’t have you touching my child with those messy hands.”
Elliot took the cloth and cleaned himself up very good and just in time. I could hear the sound of a baby wailing with the last scream of my wife. I rushed to the door, opening it, because I could wait no longer to see my child. Agnes was holding the baby, cleaning all the blood and whatever else off of its skin.
“Darling, are you all right?” I asked Charlene. She looked so worn out. Her hair was plastered to her face and forehead with sweat. Her legs were still open and blood was soaking the bedsheets.
“I’m fine,” she said, but I could tell she was still in some measure of pain. No doubt, giving birth was unlike any other event a werewolf could endure and it had taken its toll on Charlene. From the moment she went into labor until the moment the baby was born had been a total of six hours. I couldn’t imagine being in a constant state of pain for six hours. As I looked at Charlene, I couldn’t fathom not being married to such a remarkable woman and wolf.
“May I enter?” I asked.
“Please let us prepare her first, okay?” Sanese said.
I didn’t argue. I shut the door and paced the floor until I was given permission to enter. I rushed over to Charlene, kissing her lips and her forehead first, then I looked down at the bundle of life that was nestled so sweetly in her arms. “Oh, my God… oh my,” was all I could say. For so long, so many centuries, I had wanted this moment and it was finally here.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Charlene asked as she gazed lovingly at me