Page 1 of Bred By the Minotaur
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Phoebe
My hands are trembling, which I think means my nerves are getting the better of me. But who wouldn’t be nervous? After weeks of preparation, I’m now strapped down to the breeding bench with my legs wide open, ready and waiting for whoever might walk in the door to put their cock in me.
I was supposed to use the dilator more, but it was such a strange thing to do, trying to stretch myself open. They told me in the paperwork to use it for two weeks, but I only did it for one because I’ve been busy at work, and my sister hasn’t been doing all that well.
Still, I got the thing good and wide, and it’s hard for me to imagine what kind of monster might have a dick bigger than that.
The long hand on the clock hits the hour mark, and on cue, the door behind me opens. I hear a clomp clomp! as my guest enters.
Hooves? What kind of creature has hooves?
Fuck. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Maybe signing up to carry a monster’s baby was an incredibly foolish decision. What if I can’t go through with it? What if I freak out? We have to have sex. Sex, with a complete stranger!
Oh, and then there’s the whole pregnancy part. If this works—which some hoofed creature in this room with me has paid good money for—I’ll be carrying his offspring for a good part of the next year, depending on the species.
“Gestation time varies,” the intake doctor at DreamTogether had said. So who knows how long the pregnancy could last? I can’t discount the pain of birth, either. I’ve never done it before, and I only have other people’s horror stories to inform me.
Hooves. Right. He could be a satyr, I suppose. Or a centaur. How would it work with a centaur?
“Hello,” a deep voice booms, and the door closes. I go shock still, like prey playing dead. Maybe if I don’t move, he won’t notice me.
“Hi.” My voice comes out weak and small. He can see all of me right now, from my ass to my clit. As he approaches me from behind, I wish I could cover myself. Instead, I’m out on full display, my legs spread so he has easy access to me. If he wanted, he could simply lube himself up and?—
A large hand chastely touches my thigh. He strokes gently, like he’s letting me know he’s there.
“Are you nervous?” that deep voice asks.
“Ha,” I manage. “Me? No. I-I’m not nervous. At all.”
There’s a snort, which I feel against my back in a small gust. “Don’t worry. I am, too.”
This piques my interest, but I try not to turn my head to look at him. This is supposed to be anonymous. We’re not allowed to exchange any names or details, or we risk being terminated from the program completely. Though I don’t think it’s against the rules to know what species he is.
“But this is all for you,” I point out. “You wanted a baby and arranged this appointment.”
“That’s why I’m nervous.” That hand continues stroking my thigh comfortingly. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I don’t want to screw it up.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “How could you possibly screw it up? All you have to do is put your cock in there and let loose.”
There’s a sharp intake of breath behind me, and soon there’s another hand on my opposite thigh.
“‘All I have to do’?” my visitor repeats. His palm ventures up and over the swell of my butt in a soothing motion. I think it’s supposed to be soothing, but instead, it sends a shiver of electricity up my back. “Hmm.”
He doesn’t say more as he squeezes ever so slightly. Then his other hand moves toward the inside of my thigh, down to my exposed sex. I still don’t know who or what he is, but he can’t be human in shape with hands and fingers that size.
His touch is so close to my pussy that I pulse with anticipation, wondering when he’s going to cross the distance. I tighten my hold on the grips to calm my racing heart as he simply traces the outside of me, wandering along the tender flesh of my inner thigh.
“It’s not all I’ll do,” my visitor says at last. His finger slides over one of my lower lips, running along it down toward my clit. He pauses there, just shy of touching it, and huffs another heavy breath. I wonder when he’s going to pick up the bottle of lube they left on the side table and get on with it already.
Not that I’m too eager or anything. But, fuck, maybe this guy’s slow, easy tenderness is turning me on. Everything cranks up to ten when the soft pad of his finger glances over my clit, and my whole body shudders against the breeding bench.
The monster circles back to do it again, earning the same response. Languidly, he drags his finger down through the folds of my pussy, where I’m surprised to find I’m wet. All this teasing is winding me up, I guess.
He thoroughly soaks the pad of his finger there before returning to my clit. Now it glides easily, back and forth, and I gasp and jerk with each pass.
Soon, his other hand is slipping down between the cheeks of my ass like a heat-seeking missile. Once more, he teases me before going in for the kill, stroking my labia and spreading them apart. I can feel his breath against my pussy. Is he staring at me down there?
