The Avestan Viewer -- A Wolf Love Story

Chapter 19 -- Plans and Pups

Stephen looked thoughtful and continued, "Danika, part of our operation is to 'leak' information to various government intelligence agencies. We have worked this way since my father started this, and he actually is still heavily involved with communicating gathered intel to who we think should have it. We make decisions for the safety of nations, and they have relied on us for years. We have alliances with almost every government, including ones the US is technically at war with."

Stephen added, "We have a more world view on political situations, and do what we think is best for everyone- including remaining silent. The secrets we have would topple governments, but we use our knowledge sparingly for not only the good of the pack but of the world."

I digested this, and it seemed to fit right in with the rest of his operations. "I'd like to meet with Timothy and his mate, if he has one. Stephen, the weight of the world is on our shoulders. I need to be careful."

"And I'll give you that, love," He said as he walked to me and pulled me into a kiss. "God I want you so much, you're not in labor, right?"

I shook my head no, and he walked to the door and locked it. I smiled as he walked over and pushed me down on the sofa. He carefully pulled down my maternity blouse, and undid my front-locking maternity bra. He reached out his fingers and ran them around the engorged mounds, often stopping to rub my nipples gently.

"I can see you nursing, love, I can see our pup grabbing your breasts and drinking, suckling." I brushed his short hair back from his forehead and he looked at me, then slowly lowered his mouth to suck on a nipple. "God you taste amazing, love, your nipples are soft and hot, and your smell makes me want to be rough with you." Stephen closed his eyes and sucked both breasts as I started to breathe faster. We couldn't be as rough as we wanted, but the torture of going slow had its own rewards. The mounting tension made release so intense.

Stephen kissed both nipples, then stood up and unzipped his pants. He slowly took out his cock as he watched me lick my lips, and started stroking himself slowly. I put my hand over his and felt his breath hitch, and his abdomen convulse. Stephen then leaned forward and rubbed his dripping cock on my lips, and I opened my mouth to lick him. I bit him gently, scraping my teeth over his silky skin, and put my whole mouth on him sucking hard. Stephen closed his eyes and groaned, still stroking himself then slowly pushed himself deeply into my throat.

I had learned how to take all of him, I enjoyed feeling his cock push past my mouth. We had developed a rhythm that Stephen set, and he maximized his pleasure. I reached up and rubbed his balls, pulling on them and twisting them gently.

"God, Mate, I love this," he groaned and squeezed my breasts gently. He pulled out often so I could breathe, and when he was ready to climax he pushed in hard and held my head in place. I liked swallowing his hot, spurting, salty liquid, and when he was done he pulled out and I licked him off.

He lifted me up, took off my shoes and pants, then sat me on his lap facing outwards and spreading my legs wide. He ripped my underwear off, and I gasped a little since he often just moved them to the side. They were wet of course. He lowered his head and kissed my marks while I groaned. It seemed to spur him on, as he rubbed my pussy lips and dipped two fingers into my dripping hole. I arched my back and moaned into his mouth. He started to move his fingers inside me faster, and used his thumb to rub my clit. He was being gentle.

I groaned louder and he told me to be quiet. He pressed faster and harder until I climaxed, the waves of orgasm filled me and I became really sensitive to the stroking and pressure.

"Love, enough, it's too much," I panted and looked into his eyes. He slowed down and kissed my neck again, but didn't stop moving his fingers. I reached down with my hand and gently stopped his movements.