“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”
“I thought we were going for ice cream!” she exclaimed with a laugh, earning a terse head shake in return.
He tsked, crossing his massive arms over his chest, and she held her breath, but the towel stayed where it was. “We discussed this. After-dessert activities first.Thendessert. Then we’ll need to take a nap since we’re going to dinner in the middle of the fucking night.”
The dress she’d be wearing to the restaurant that night belonged to Geillis: a black dress more sophisticated than anything else she owned, with a deep, plunging center, cut down to the small of her back and the middle of her chest respectively, making an ordinary bra an impossibility, but she should have known that borrowing anything from Geillis would automatically mean that ordinary would not be a part of the equation.
“The goal is to show some skin, not cover up like a bloody abbess! Ofcourseyou’re not going to wear a bra, do you want him to be able to reach across the table and pinch your nipple or not?!”
The thought of Rourke nonchalantly freeing her breast at the dinner table to play with her nipples in front of the other patrons was a preposterous one, but she would have been a liar if she’d claimed it hadn’t made her wet. The dress was safely secured in her backseat, and she’d chosen a simple sleeveless shift for the start of the evening’s adventures, appropriate for getting ice cream and strolling through town, or whatever else she thought he might have had up his sleeve.
“This needs to go. Immediately.”
She had barely enough time to kick off her shoes before he was drawing the zipper down her back, letting it puddle around her ankles, his scowl growing deeper as he eyed her mesh bra and panties. “I can’t believe you wore underwear!Nowyou want to keep your panties on. Violet, did you by chance think I was talking about adifferentdate?”
He continued to glower as she laughed, but made no move to stop her when she reached out and tugged on the corner of the towel, letting it fall to the floor, freeing his cock with a bounce. Full and fat and completely delicious, and hers for the taking. “If there’s someone else coming, she’s going to need to get in line, I’ve waited long enough.” His eyes closed with a groan when she wrapped her hand around his stiff shaft, stroking it as she’d done countless times before, knowing exactly how he liked to be touched.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart? Is this cock what you want?”
She continued to stroke him as he walked them backward down the hallway, turning her to drop onto her back against the biggest bed she’d ever seen. She was struck at that moment, gazing up at him, at how completely non-human he really was. It was an easy thing to overlook at the farm: minotaurs came and went in a constant stream all day long, and she never saw more of them than the view afforded by the milking room’s lower level, from their hips up. Clad in t-shirts and uniforms and business attire, it was easy to trick herself that under their clothes, they would look like any other human, if not bulkier. Seeing him like this, standing over her—broad-chested and thick with muscle, every inch of him covered in his silky-coarse hide, his bulging thighs giving way to hocks and hooves, his thin tail a sinuous whip behind him—felt positively primal.Definitely no going back to humans after this.“This is theonlycock I want. I feel like I’m an Athenian sacrifice.”
His responding chuckle was a rumble against her breasts as he covered her. “You know what happened to those sacrifices, right? What did they teach you in your human schools? That the minotaur ate all of the tributes? That’s true, but not the way you think. I’m going to give you this cock, sweetheart . . . but you know the rules. First, you need to come on my tongue, or nothing else happens.”
His tumble of messy hair tickled her stomach as he kissed his way down her body, pausing to press his wide nose to the front of her panties. The heat of his mouth closed over the gusset, the press of his tongue against the material—wide and hot,sohot—scraped over her clit and she arched. Being sucked through the mesh of her underwear shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, Violet thought, but when he abruptly changed direction, moving back up her body to her mouth, she yelped in dismay, grabbing onto his shoulders as his huge horns loomed above her.
“Violet, I just wanted to say . . . I really like you.” The sharp tone was gone, his commanding CEO voice replaced with a ring of sincerity. “I’m glad we took some time to get to know each other. I know this wasn’t exactly a traditional way to meet, and I wanted to make sure you knew I was interested inyou. Not just your perfect, tiny hands.”
Her indignant laugh cut off of a gasp as his mouth met hers, teeth pulling her lip. She liked him too, liked him enough that she could see herself in a relationship with him, could more than imagine those lazy Sunday mornings, the coffee and snuggling and soft lovemaking. He was more than just a client at the clinic, more than initials and an ID number on a white-filled bottle.
The heat of his tongue was like a trail of fire, laving at each of her nipples in turn, catching them in his blunt teeth, scraping and snuffling, breathing his molten heat across her stomach and over her hips. When his wide muzzle nosed against her thighs, her legs fell open once more, gladly allowing him to press against her, his thick tongue pressing into her folds. She wasn’t sure if the time would come when she wouldn’t completely fall apart as he ate her, completely engulfing her entire sex with his huge mouth. His tongue was so thick and wide that it moved across every inch of her, from clit to slit, and it was the all-consuming pressure and heat and hisimpeccablesense of rhythm that pushed her over the edge. The shape of his mouth meant he didn’t so much suck on her clit as he did slurp on it, an act that involved the roughness of his tongue and the pressure of suction, but wetter and somehowsomuchbetter, better than anything she’d ever experienced before and likely never would again. The pressure that began mounting behind her navel began to involve her legs, a twitching convulsion that involved her entire nervous system as he slurped at her clit, groaning encouragement that sent her to the stars. Her hands locked around his horns as she shook, cunt throbbing against the roughness of his tongue, and the bastard had the nerve to laugh, the vibrations of his chuckle against her making her contort all over again.
When he coated his thick fingers in a lube retrieved from the bedside table, the smell immediately made her sit up. “Did you get that from the farm?!”
“Actually, I did. It came in my third reward tier.”
“Yourwhat? Wait, never mind, tell me later. Use a little bit more, it feels thick but it loosens up the more you work it.” She dropped back on the mattress again, breathing deeply. She could do this.You just need to relax, don’t tighten anything up.
His first finger stroked into her slowly, pressing into her walls and curling in all the right places. It was a slow, delicious torture. His second finger added a fullness to the pleasure, and he continued to press and stretch, scissoring them open against her resistance, and Violet knew she was meant to be focused on opening up for him, but it felt so ridiculously good that she moaned, earning a reproachful huff. The third was a much tighter fit, and she was reminded that his hands were considerably larger than those belonging to his human counterparts.
“I’m going to go slow, but I want you to tell me if it’s too much.” A deep rumble that brokered no argument, her eyes fluttering as his hand continued to move. Watching him drizzle the viscous lubricant over his cock was more erotic than it had the right to be, and then he was dragging the fist-sized head over her clit and her composure broke.
“Please,” she whimpered, “please please please . . . I need your cock so bad.” Her begging broke on a gasp as the thick flare of his head caught at her lips when he pressed into her, agonizingly slow. In the morning she might look back with rose-colored glasses, might remember nothing but the pleasure, but at that moment she felt the burn, his fat cock stretching her further than she’d ever been stretched, pressing into her steadily.
“You don’t need to beg for it, Violet, it’s yours, anytime you want it. I’m going to spoil your pussy with this big bull cock every day if that’s what you want.”
The backward drag of him pulling out made her throat stick, and then he was pushing back in, further than he’d gone before, and Violet was positive she felt it pressing into her spine. “Yes, give it to me,” she wheezed, burying her fingers into the thicker hide around his shoulders as he began to pump. Slow and deep, deeper than she’d ever been fucked, and it wasso fucking good.“You’ve been so good,” she babbled, “so sweet and bossy and I love it and you’re such a gentleman and I love your cock.” His hands slipped under her ass as he groaned, tilting her hips in a way that made her wheeze.
“There’s nothing gentlemanly about the way I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart.”
She felt a pressure at her entrance, uncomfortable with a slight burn and she had no idea what it could possibly be . . . he grunted as he thrust, a white-hot pain ripping through her and she realized it was the thick swell of his shaft that all the bulls at the farm possessed. Too much, too much . . . you weren’t even taking half of him and it felt like the biggest thing in the world. Once . . .twice. . . a slight shift of her hips . . . and on the third pump of his hips she moaned, the pain replaced with a pleasure that wiped her vision.
When he pulled out, she thought she might scream. Her face pressed to the bed when he flipped her, his oddly-angled hips pressing into her from behind. “Do you know what happened to the tributes in the labyrinth, Violet?” The swollen, streaming head of his cock pressed into her on a much smoother glide than it had the first time, dragging against her and stretching her wide, making her pant. “They were given to the minotaur to appease his lust. His insatiable lust, that no human man could match.”
The stretch of his swell, still a burn, a deeper pressure, and then he groaned, bottoming out in her at last. She’d never before been so full, so stuffed, and she was sure the outline of his cock would be visible through her belly, were she not still face down on the bed.
“They had to send new tributes every year, but the old ones never left. They stayed because they were addicted to the way they were filled,” his hips gripped hers, drawing back slowly, “addicted to the way they were fucked by the bull.” A firm thrust, and then a second, the same solid, steady pounding she’d imagined as he thrust against the bench. With every slam of his hips, she felt his hide-covered skin and bulging thighs, could well imagine the way his wide hooves scraped against the flooring as he rutted her slowly, feeling every inch a tribute to the minotaur, completely addicted to the way he was fucking her. When his heavy balls began to slap against her, she unraveled.
“I want to feel you come around my cock, Violet. I want you to squeeze me until your cunt has the permanent shape of me, because it’s the only cock that’s ever going to make you scream like this again.” His thrusts into her began to take on a sense of urgency as she babbled, grunting as his cock kissed the most sensitive spots inside her, pounding into her the same way he’d fucked into her hands at the farm. He’d missed his milking, had missed the opportunity to take the edge off his arousal, and tomorrow they could spend all day with soft lovemaking. She could do nothing to provide a plentiful speedy collection from where she was pinned beneath him, but her bull needed milking, and she was desperate to help him over the edge.