Page 4 of Bred By the Minotaur
“Yes!” Rapunzel cries out as I set a languid, easy pace, warming her up again for me. “Put one in me, please!”
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I fuck her again, grabbing her ass this time, and I don’t even need to touch her clit to make her scream and fall apart.
I think I’ve found the perfect woman for me. I wonder if there’s some way to find out who she is. Maybe I could take her on a date. Get to know her better.
But all that’s against the rules. DreamTogether is very clear about the anonymity factor, and I risk losing everything by crossing that boundary between us. Still, as my cum spurts out of her, dripping down onto the floor as I pant over her, her screams still hanging in the room—I think that I’ll regret not knowing who she is.
I wish I had a choice.
When the speaker comes on to tell us we’re finished, I finally withdraw, my cock spent, and reach for the towel to clean her up. Rapunzel trembles, and she is good and red from where I took her. It is a beautiful sight, still wide from where I was inside her, dripping from how I stuffed her.
What is Rapunzel like? What does she do outside these walls? I am curious about all these things as I clean myself off, too, then put my boxers and pants back on.
“Thank you,” she says weakly. I pause with my hand on the button of my jeans, my tail flicking as I listen. “You didn’t have to... do all that.”
“Oh, I did.” I stroke her ass as lovingly as I can. “I very much did. I hope that... it all goes well.”
Her head droops. “I hope so, too. Well, it was good to meet you.”
“You, too.” With one last pat, I depart the room, wondering what just happened to me.
I can’t stop thinking about Rapunzel afterward. My thoughts have been riveted to her ever since I left that room, and they don’t stop barreling onward even as I reach my empty house.
I live in a majority human city because it’s easiest access to the fire station. Most firefighters are monsters, simply because we have the size, stamina, and helpful additional features to make us more effective. I work alongside a gargoyle who has stone skin during the day, and he can break down a flaming door without getting a burn.
Handy.
I look through the dark window into my house and shake my head. I bought this place nearly six years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties and thought I’d be settling down soon with a wife and family. That had been my hope, anyway—but a few years in, and still no sign of her.
That’s when I started saving for DreamTogether.
I push open the door and flip on the lights. It’s easy to imagine this house filled with excitement, laughter, my partner waiting to kiss me when I come home, and my children grabbing onto my legs. Now that possibility is at hand, minus the partner. It will be me and my future child. Mom and Dad have happily signed on to help out, and Mom is thrilled at the prospect of getting to babysit her future grandchild while I’m away at work.
My schedule is so all over the place that dating just doesn’t work for me. And maybe I’m choosy, but it’s hard for me to... well, get it up. Generally.
Today, on the other hand, was new. Rapunzel spoke to me in a way no one ever has. It was as if I could smell that she was right for me, and I hope today isn’t the last time I see her.
I wait and wait for a call from DreamTogether. My surrogate will be taking a pregnancy test daily, checking to see if my sperm has taken. If it doesn’t work within three weeks, they’ll set up an appointment for just before her next ovulation.
Fourteen days after my visit with Rapunzel, my phone rings. I’m at work on the bench press, and I set down the bar with Ron’s help as I run for my phone.
“What are you so excited about?” Ron calls after me. I’ve been jumping up at even a spam call, wondering if I’ll get to see her again, or if my new baby is on the way.
It’s DreamTogether. I smash the answer button and hold the phone up to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hello! This is Dr. Hodgens, and I’m calling because we have some positive results here from your surrogate.”
I should be far more elated than I am at this news. Instead, all I can think is that I won’t get to see Rapunzel again.
“Congratulations!” the doctor says on the other end. “Now, pregnancies are touch and go in the beginning, so don’t get too excited until we’re three months in...”
I stop listening because I already know what he’s going to say. I’ll get updates here and there from the doctor, who will relay information from my anonymous surrogate. Now the ball is rolling, and someday soon, I’ll finally have what I’ve always wanted. A child of my own.
But something aches inside me, too, because I might have found the woman for me—only to lose her the moment I found her.
