Chapter 181: Dominic's Gift
Kurt
Just a few months had passed, and the world had changed completely. At least, that's how it felt. Human cities had blossomed, and the dynamics with the humans had changed completely. Of course, there was still friction, and some hated us - rightly so. But Maddie had managed to change their perception of us. Or at least she tried, with great effort.
She was a magnificent Luna, not only loved by the pack, but also respected and listened to. She had a strange influence on the humans: they understood that she was good and usually listened to her. I believed she could even give them a command, impose her will on them, but Maddie never wanted to try. "Only in an emergency," she told me.
The trials against the men of the Council had been extremely arduous. These men seemed like a plague; everywhere we looked, they multiplied and more allies appeared. But by then most of them were dead, joined in oblivion.
Still, there was much to be done. We had sent several wolves to guard the human villages; many had even settled there and found their mates. Warriors also explored the forests, searching for the beasts, destroying them as well as those who had worked to create them.
We did what we could to help the humans reclaim their land, their property. And Three Streams was rebuilt. We knew there was nothing we could do to bring back the lost time. No amount of money or effort could compensate for the suffering of so many people.
Our mate spent time with her family. Mark and their father were working to rebuild their farm and we visited them as often as we could. Robin's parents were natural leaders, and they managed to gain positions in the human towns. The Betas continued their good work, but they focused on their little daughter, the pride of the pack. No one could reproach them; they were happy.
And we, the triplets, we had given our mate a trip to make up for the failed birthday when we first met her. It had been wonderful, and we had needed the time to be together. My wolf thought we had all grown closer and stronger after that.
And I was here, taking pictures of her. Our birthday was coming up, and she thought it would be a nice present to give Dominic some printed photos - "artistic" ones, you might say. Although, I seemed to have a different idea of what art was.
"Kurt, we're never going to get this done if you keep doing this," she said as I stroked her breasts.
We had chosen a good range of outfits: bikinis, dresses, but my mate always ended up showing too much. The skirt would rise, her breasts would spill out of the neckline, the slit in the dress would expose her sweet ass. All thanks to my artistic direction, of course.
"This is to make your nipples erect." They already were, but I massaged them anyway, slipping my hand inside the top of her dress . I loved this gift, even though it wasn't for me. She looked stunning.
"Good now?" she asked, breathing heavily after I had taken several pictures.
"Perfect. Now the next look." And when she came out in the next one, I swear I almost had a heart attack.
"Goddess..." she was wearing thigh-high boots and some sort of swimsuit: two strips of fabric covering her breasts, a thong attached. A string decorated with small pearls. I dreamed of seeing those pearls fall to the ground.
"Do you like it?" she asked innocently and I huffed.
"You know I do. For goodness’s sake, I'm hard as a rock. Who bought that piece?"
"Dominic," she said. The bastard was a genius, I had to admit. "Right there, you look beautiful, mate. Give me some poses." And she tossed her hair to the side, leaned forward, every shot was a masterpiece. When she turned around, I saw that the thong was really minimal, with tiny beads starting at the top of her ass. Her cheeks were almost bare. She was in some complex gymnastic position.
"Right there, sit back, spread your legs wider," I said as I leaned in close to her. A breast popped out, and once again her center peeked through. Her pussy was outlined, her breasts barely concealed, but nothing escaped my lens.
"Like that?" she asked, biting her lip. She was so seductive; I photographed that expression.
"Yes, just one more detail," I said, moving the thong aside. The fabric tore a little and the beads actually rolled to the floor. There I saw her center, waiting for me. I stroked her folds with my thumb and she moaned.
"Kurt!" she said between moans as I slipped my thumb inside her. I pulled it out and sucked on it.
"Now turn around, tilt your torso more... more... there," I said as I had her pink center in view, her breasts free. Her ass waiting for me.
"Kurt, what ...?" she asked, then screamed as she felt my tongue in her folds. Her legs shook as I sucked on her clit. "Oh, Kurt!" When she climaxed, she fell to her knees and I continued to take pictures.
"Show me your ass," I said, and she showed me, spreading her cheeks. Her wetness was running down her thighs. Before I knew it, she was on all fours.
"Oh, Kurt!" she cried, and I thrust into her. I never tired of having her; I wanted her every moment. I entered her again and again. I cupped her breasts with one hand, kissed her neck, my mark.
"More, my blonde, more!" she cried. When she came again, I didn't stop and laid her on the floor, on her side, and went deeper. Her eyes were closed and we came together.
"That was fantastic,"
"More photos?" I asked, and she nodded. I took more pictures of her after her orgasm: flushed, with a sheen of sweat and disheveled hair. I stroked her tights and spread them apart, taking pictures of her open pussy. She moaned as I put my finger inside. More clicks of my camera.
"Yes... Dominic will love this present," I smiled.
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