Slowly, his rigid shaft entered my pussy. My slick walls expanded to accommodate his massive size, and I moaned as he touched every part of me. I could feel his silky smooth skin, the texture of his veins, and the steel rod that pushed until he was completely buried deep inside of me.
“Gage. Oh, heavens, Gage.” My head was pushed back into the pillow, and I thought this was heaven.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to me. As he pumped in and out of me, the huge head hit my G-spot. I thought I was going to die on the spot from the ecstasy.
My whimpers turned into moans as my pussy walls clenched around his cock, holding him, pulling him into me, willing him to fill me.
I saw the same feelings of need and excitement on his face as he pistoned in and out of me. He would pull almost all the way out of me and then rush back in. The contrast to being completely empty and feeling a tiny bit of ache as he filled me, stretching me wide, was wonderful.
Suddenly, with one huge, hard, deep thrust, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Gage. Oh, Lord, Gage.”
My fingers dug deep in his shoulders, as my entire body convulsed, sending wave after wave of hot explosive come all over his hard cock. I was panting so hard I thought my lungs would explode. I swore my heart alternated between beating a million miles an hour to not beating at all. This was why the French called orgasms la petite mort, the little death.
Just as my body began to pulsate, Gage thrust hard and deep a final time inside of me, filling me with his hot juices. His cock was throbbing, causing my orgasm to continue as electricity continued shooting through me.
Finally, we both began to slow, and I was able to breathe again.
He hovered above me and smiled his sexy smile that always made my heart flip-flop. His brown eyes glowed with love and devotion.
Gage had some errands he had to run that day, which was perfect for me. I had an errand of my own. I had an appointment with Dr. Ursa.
My breasts had been feeling fuller, and they ached a little. I had also been feeling nauseous lately. In addition, I had missed my period. I was only a couple of days off, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t coming. At least for a while.
I thought that it was interesting that Dr. Ursa said something about babies, and I wondered if she had a sixth sense about something. I had been wondering for the past couple of days about whether I might be in the family way, so I had made an appointment to see the doc later on today.
When she saw me, Dr. Ursa smiled hugely. She gave me a hug and told me how glad she was to see me. Without me having to tell her why I made the appointment, she said, “You think you’re pregnant.”
I nodded. I figured that she would have guessed that was the reason I would seek out her as a doctor as opposed to the doctor I had always seen growing up—the same doctor that had taken care of my father.
After examining me closely and having me pee into a cup, she came back with the news. I was pregnant.
“I’m worried that it will hurt Gage if I don’t have shifters. I know that was one of the reasons Amon was giving to question Gage’s suitability for leadership.”
She nodded sagely. “Gage’s position will be fine regardless of whether you have full-human babies or if you have shifters.”
Dr. Ursa put her hand over my belly and closed her eyes. She smiled. “To set your mind at ease, you are pregnant with shifters.”
“Shifters?” I asked. “As in plural?”
She nodded. “Twins. They will be a boy and a girl, and they will be healthy. You will likely need to take it easy toward the end of your pregnancy, which may mean bed rest. Shifter babies tend to be a little bit bigger than other babies. You have nice hips and a good, solid body for the job, but we will want to be careful.”
“Full-humans carry for about forty weeks or about two-hundred-eighty days. What can I expect?” I asked her. I could already picture myself at forty weeks, with two bear cubs rolling around inside of me.
She laughed and said, “Bears’ gestation period is approximately one-hundred-eighty days to two-hundred-seventy days. I would guess that you will carry between there. No worries. I foresee a healthy pregnancy and healthy babies.”
I smiled and spontaneously hugged her. She laughed and hugged me back. “Congratulations. I’m so excited for you. When are you going to tell Gage?”
“I could do to him what he did to me. I could just wait until I started popping out babies.”
“How would you explain those cravings for pickles and ice cream?” she asked.
“Tell him that I’m strange,” I laughed. “I’ll tell him tonight. I’ll make a cake that is half blue and half pink. I’ll stop at the store and grab a couple of pacifiers to put on the cake as decoration.”
“He’ll love it.” She paused and typed a few things into the computer. “I’ve sent a couple of prescriptions to the pharmacy we always use. They have Gage’s information on file, so all you have to do is go in and tell them your name, and they will hand over the meds. Please call me if you need anything. Otherwise, I’ll see you in a month.”
“I do have one other question,” I said. “Will they switch back and forth between human and bear inside of me?”