Aztec Treasure
Money Trail

Spider Monkey’s POV

Arrowhead Beta House

I rolled out of bed before sunrise, making another dash for the bathroom. Our son was growing with each day, pushing more of my insides aside, and my bladder was suffering for it. My body was constantly sore, tired, and horny.

It didn’t help when I stumbled back into the bedroom to see Vic had rolled onto his back, the sheet and blanket tented around his sleeping hardon. I smiled to myself as I walked back to the bed; he’d already shoved the covers down to expose his broad shoulders and sculpted chest. Looking down at him sleeping peacefully, knowing he was MINE, body, and soul? It was a powerful feeling, and I felt it down to my core.

I giggled as I ran my fingers lightly down the fine hairs on his chest. What are the three rules of growing older? Oh yeah.

1)Don’t trust a fart.

2)Don’t pass a bathroom.

3)And never waste a woody.

Pregnancy at a late age magnified the importance of all three. I slipped one hand under the sheet, lightly brushing Vic’s impressive length before cupping his heavy balls in my fingers. I was so tired last night, and I went to bed hours before he did. It wasn’t a surprise he was a little backed up.

I lifted the bedding away with one hand while the other encircled his girth. Holding it vertically, I leaned over and stuck my tongue out, lightly circling the engorged head and tasting the precum oozing out the slit. Vic let out a low moan as I engulfed it in my wet mouth, his hand moving up to touch mine as I sucked him back to consciousness. I kept working the tip, doing the tongue swirl that drove him nuts. “Fuck, baby,” he said as his hands moved up to my hair.

“Soon,” I promised. Vic groaned in pleasure as I moved more of his cock into my mouth, gagging slightly before swallowing past it and taking him into my throat. I soon had him fully awake and breathing hard; I could feel him swelling in my mouth and knew he wouldn’t last long if I kept going. I pulled off, holding the base of his cock and squeezing until the orgasm that was so close to him had passed.

“Vixen,” he said as he sat up. “I can’t believe you’re waking me up to edge me.”

“Edging makes the eventual release all the more satisfying,” I told him.

“True. Now it’s my turn.” He picked me up under the shoulders effortlessly; our size difference and his strength meant he could maneuver me into any position he wanted. We weren’t quite as acrobatic these days since I looked like a gymnast who swallowed a basketball, but I loved it when he took charge. I ended up straddling his head as he pulled me down on his face.

“Oh FUCK yes,” I said as I felt his tongue slide from bottom to top in my dripping slit. My eyes rolled back as he shifted his mouth and tongue slightly, the length pushing deep inside and swirling around before coming back out to lash my clit. “RIGHT THERE, yes, oh GOD yes, right… HEY!”

His face looked like a glazed donut, and he was smiling as he took his revenge. “Makes the eventual release all the more satisfying, right?” He lifted my body, moving me down until I was straddling his waist. “Be careful with how much you take,” he warned.

“I will.” I lined his bulbous head up took the first six inches in a slow push. It felt SO good, stretching me in the best way. I leaned forward, moving until he was almost out, then sank a little farther with the next stroke. He was using his fingers to tease my clit, and the third time I took him in, he pinched it. I went off like a grenade, screaming my release and squirting fluid onto his belly. My legs were shaking, and I was squeezing him tight as the waves of pleasure rolled through me.

He sat up, holding my ass cheeks in his big hands before depositing me on my back. He scooted me until he was standing by the bed with my legs over his shoulders, making sure to keep my belly protected. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes while his fingers teased at my sensitive nipples and clit. He pushed me to two more orgasms before he told me he was ready.

“I want to taste it,” I told him. He pulled out and moved me until I was on my side, a pillow under my head as he pushed his slippery cock into my waiting mouth. I used my lips and tongue to push him over the edge. I loved the feeling of his balls tightening and his cock pulsing as he filled my mouth with his seed. I swallowed quickly, barely keeping up at first, and kept sucking until he begged me to stop because he was too sensitive. I rolled onto my back, liking the remains from my lips. “Breakfast in bed is always a treat,” I told him.

“You’re such a horny mate now, baby. I can’t imagine what will happen when you get a wolf.”

“Lots of hard doggy-style sex, I’m hoping,” I said as he picked me up in his arms. He moved us until he was on his back with me tucked into his left side, with his right hand splayed over my belly. “Now that you’ve made up for not waking me up when you came to bed, we can get another hour of sleep.” I dozed off quickly to the sound of his breathing.

When I woke again, the clock said “9:27.” Vic was gone, but there was a glass of water next to the clock. I took a drink, then quickly changed and went down the hall to my office. The computer hackers in my group were all at their workstations; the analysts and other team members were in the basement. “Hey, guys. I’m sorry I’m late.”

Brian Steele laughed, and the human girls I’d brought in blushed. “We all heard why you were so tired and needed to sleep in,” he teased. He took a sniff. “You’re in your third trimester, Spider Monkey! You’d think Vic would realize no one is taking you from him.”

It was a wolf thing; I didn't bear his mating bite, so I wasn't fully his. “He does like me covered with his scent,” I agreed. “I would have taken a shower, but then he’d drag me back to the bedroom to make it obvious to humans. It’s easier to come in here smelling like sex.” I looked around the room. “How are we doing?”

“I’m still working on hacking the records of the Antigua bank,” he said. The company that leased the black site oil rig was out of the Cayman Islands. We’d traced the bank transfer for the lease payment to a bank based in the Seychelles, then Panama, then Antigua. We had no idea how many more banks were between this account and the CIA front company. With every link, we were closer to the people behind it.

Others were looking into the backgrounds of the men captured and killed in the operations against Maria. We had identified most of them; all were ex-Special Forces in the United States or elsewhere. None of them were cooperating with the FBI. Frank Grimes suspected they were waiting it out, perhaps knowing the next President or CIA Director would let them go. Or, maybe they were confident in the fancy lawyers and their ability to get them free.

Or, maybe it was money flowing to their families while they held out. That was my assignment, to replace the money trail and trace it back to the puppet masters.

It took almost a week before we came to the end of the money trail. Banco Mexico was a state-owned institution, which shocked me a little until I realized how rampant corruption was down there. The bank’s official function was to support Mexican companies in the import-export market. A little digging showed these exports included cocaine, marijuana, and Fentanyl. What better bank to use to launder billions in cash?

The money trail included off-books accounts under the control of the CIA Station Chief in Mexico City. The audit we did on the bank records we found was troubling; for over five years, the CIA had been secretly funding their operations by aiding the Sinaloa Cartel in their smuggling and intelligence operations.

We had options, but all of them had risks. It was time for another meeting of the leadership.