Page 3 of Bred By the Minotaur
Oh, that’s good. My earlier pain utterly forgotten, I roll back into him.
“Damn,” he whispers to himself. “You feel so good. So tight and—” He reels his hips back, then shoves his cock into me again, “—so wet for me.”
I nod rapidly, moaning as he maintains that even pace, only reaching in partway. He’s so thick inside me that I can’t even clench, can’t even flex, and my body feels as if it might split apart at the seams.
And then, a finger brushes over my clit.
I gasp and my muscles tense, and my minotaur moans in return.
“So that’s how I make you come.” He lets out a thoughtful sound, and his finger picks up speed as he ventures just a hair deeper.
“There!” I cry out. That’s where I need him. The strange head of his cock is rubbing over a wonderful spot, something that sends sparks of pleasure up into my throat.
He pauses, then withdraws slightly and pushes in again, repeating the motion. My voice comes out garbled, and I grip the breeding bench even tighter, bewildered that some stranger could pinpoint how to turn me into mush so easily. It’s like he can read my body as he repeats this over and over, applying a steady pressure, until my moans have become helpless cries.
I’ve never been fucked like this before, and the worst part?
I’m never going to see this guy again.
Two
Hank
The way my surrogate’s waterfall of blonde hair cascades across her back, sliding to and fro with every thrust of my hips, is like the most beautiful artwork. I’m mesmerized by her, by the bouncing of her perfect ass, the sweet clenching of her pussy, the escalating volume of her moans.
Rapunzel. That’s what I decided to call her as soon as I saw the straw-colored hair that looks like it would be marvelously soft under my fingertips. I don’t dare touch it—that seems personal. But then I look down at my cock buried nearly halfway inside her and wonder why touching her hair would be too far over the line.
You only live once. I bury my fingers in those yellow locks as I slide into her again. Her head tips back, and I wish I could see her face as she moans.
Rapunzel. I hope I get to visit her again. I hope this isn’t the last time I get to sample this incredible woman, because next time, I want to get even deeper. I want to train her sweet body to take me, and then fuck her like this many, many more times.
Ah, damn, this isn’t good.
I’ve scrimped and saved for years just to have a child of my own, which isn’t an easy feat on a firefighter’s salary. Now I’m going to make sure I breed a calf into this lovely human, and what a baby we’ll make.
But before I do that, I’m going to make her scream. It hadn’t been in my plan, but now that I’m here, I want to make her come apart before I stuff her full. That’s the least I owe her for doing this for me—for signing up for DreamTogether and making my wish for a family possible.
I target that place inside her that makes her cry out and try my best to thrust only to that depth, ignoring the way my cock is aching to go deeper, to fuck her faster, to come all over her and cover her in my smell. Closing my eyes, I focus on the sound of Rapunzel’s escalating cries, the movement of my hand on her clit, trying to ignore the way my balls tighten and ache with my need to release inside her.
She’s so tight now, impossibly tight, and I shiver, grinding my molars together as I try not to let off. I just need to maintain my methodical attack, and?—
Rapunzel’s scream echoes around the room. Her body clamps down around me, and the overwhelming pleasure of finally letting go nearly bowls me over. I slam into her, sheathing myself as far as I safely can, and my eyes roll back in my head as I shoot everything out. I pump again, trying to get it as deep inside her as possible, hoping it makes it where I need it to go. As much as I would love to do this again, every visit is an additional cost, and there’s only so much I can afford.
I nearly collapse on top of her, my haunches shivering underneath me with the force of my climax. I look down at where my cock is buried inside her, and white cum dribbles out from her pussy, which is spread wide around me.
“Holy fuck,” Rapunzel mutters, shivering. “I almost blacked out.”
I wonder if that’s a good thing or not. I don’t want to part from her, so I stay that way, propping myself up on the sides of the bench. I’m hypersensitive now, but my cock is also still alert, to my surprise.
It wants to fill her again.
“Are you ready?” I ask over her shoulder, sweeping up her blonde hair into my hand and then running my fingers through it. She lets out a mewl as I move inside her, staying deep but rocking back and forth.
“For... for what?”
“For me to put a calf in you.” There’s a wonderfully obscene sound as I pull back, sending my cum sloshing out of her, then thrust in again. She moans pitifully, and her pussy responds in kind, flexing around me.
Good. Very good.
