Page 15 of Bred By the Minotaur
Life returns to normal—as normal as it can be with a wound in my chest. Mom doesn’t bother me anymore about DreamTogether, knowing it’s a sore spot.
Still, I hear nothing from Phoebe. One night I even try to look her up online, but there are far too many possible matches, and I don’t even know what she looks like besides a bob of blonde hair.
Then I get the call confirming my next breeding appointment. Good—at least it didn’t take the first time, so I can see her again. I hope she hasn’t withdrawn from the program after my invasion of privacy. What would I do if I walked in that room and found someone else there waiting for me?
I would leave. I don’t want anyone else to be the mother of my calf but her.
As I sit in the waiting room, I clench my hands into fists to channel my anxiety. When they call me up, all my nerves are in overdrive, anticipating what I’m going to find on the other side of that door.
When it opens and I step inside... there’s a familiar woman strapped to the breeding bench, her legs spread and her wonderful pussy exposed to me. Her ass is a perfect pale pink, and when I close the door behind me, she flinches.
I don’t say anything as I approach. I’m already getting hard for her, seeing her like this again, but it feels tainted by the weeks of silence in between.
“Hi,” she says quietly when I skate one hand over her butt.
“Hello.” I sigh as I pull my pants down, and my cock leaps out, ready and willing to serve. It’s never been like this with anyone—even at home watching porn, I don’t find it this easy to get hard.
I don’t speak further as I reach for her clit and gently stroke it. Her hips jerk, and she lets out a little gasp. I continue methodically, rubbing her until her pussy starts to gleam, and her lips are swollen and pink. She wriggles under me as I slip one finger inside her, then two, pumping them in time with my beating heart, but she never says a word.
I’ve fucked it all up, and I’m too much of a coward to say anything, either.
When I feel certain that she’s ready for me, I pump some lube into my palm and cover myself with it. Even though it’s cold and the room feels small, my body is ready to slide into hers again.
I push the head of my cock into those swollen lips, and she moans as it slips through. Then I’m finally inside her again, where my cock and my heart both feel I belong.
Her moans morph into cries as I thrust deeper with each stroke, and I can’t help but relish the feel of her around me, so warm and wet, so delicious and inviting. Her beautiful ass shakes with every thrust.
I need her. I need her so badly that all the stiff walls I’ve built around myself crumble like dust. I want her in my life so much, I’ll do anything.
So I lean forward, placing my hands over hers.
“Milo started school,” I whisper in her ear. She stiffens under me, only to go limp again when I sink deep into her. I remain there for a moment, simply rocking back and forth. “He was so excited. He got a new backpack with kittens on it, and no one has said anything about a boy taking a kitten backpack to school.”
I duck my nose under her hair, lipping at the back of her neck, and she tightens powerfully around my cock.
“Today,” I murmur to her, sliding my hands up and down her arms until they erupt in goosebumps, “I’m going to pump you full. And you know what will happen next?”
Her channel flutters around me as she finally says, “What?”
“Then I’ll put another calf in you.” I thrust even further in, then yank myself out and tease her with just the tip. “It’ll grow so well in your belly.”
She squeezes around me even more, so I keep talking. I’m not much of a talker, but for some reason, with Phoebe, I can’t stop—even as she remains quiet.
“It’ll be such a wonderful calf.” I thrust a few times experimentally, to see what gets the biggest reaction. She twitches and moans when I angle up, so I do it again, and again, as her sweet noises grow in volume. “And when it comes into the world, it will be so loved.”
Phoebe cries out as I almost fully sheathe myself in her small pussy, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sheer, catastrophic bliss of being with her again. My balls are tightening, my spine rippling with pleasure. I stand up, holding onto her hips to get better leverage.
Then I really fuck her.
“More,” she whines. “Please, more.”
So I give it to her. I bury myself up to the thick fur at the base of my cock, and my balls slap her clit. She cries out, so I reel back and do it again, aiming up for that spot inside that gives her joy. She’s clamping down tighter and tighter, drawing me in even more, squeezing all around me.
Fuck, I need this woman. I need to have her.
She’s mine.
Phoebe
