Page 49 of Bred By the Minotaur
“You’re already so wet,” he whispers, one finger skating across my pussy, up to my clit, where he gently circles it.
I smirk. “Probably because there’s a gorgeous minotaur teasing me.”
With a chuckle, he takes my thighs roughly in his hands and pulls them apart, spreading me out on the bed.
“Finally.” His wide tongue darts out and licks his lips as he plays with me, his other hand roving down his belly to where his cock is straining his pants. He rubs it through his jeans while playing me like a fiddle, rubbing my clit before sliding back down, where he doesn’t even penetrate—no, he glances over my outer lips, giving me an appetizer of what he could do and nothing more.
Then, he pulls away and yanks off his shirt, tossing it aside. He’s fucking glorious, every last inch of his furry hide and thick muscle. I’m distracted when Hank kneels in front of the bed and wedges his big head between my thighs. I squeak as he dives into me with his mouth, his tail going wild behind him.
He sucks my clit between his lips and tongues it with that wide tongue, which pulls a sudden cry from my lips. I cover my mouth quickly, thinking of Milo sleeping only on the other end of the hall, and Hank chuckles against me.
“He’s a good sleeper,” he says, then drags that incredible tongue up and down. His curled horns are right in front of me, so I grab onto them as he licks me again and again, urging me down a dark tunnel toward the bright light at the end. I hear a zipper, and picture Hank with his cock in his hand while he furiously licks me, and I’m dying to know what it looks like.
“Hank,” I say, tugging on his horns, but I don’t think he can feel it. “Hank. Get on the bed.”
He lifts his head, and I crab-crawl away from him, beckoning him up here with me. Obediently he rises to his feet, kicking off his jeans, and that’s when I see it: the massive cock hanging between his legs. It emerges from a fur sheath, and it’s long and cylindrical, with a blunt, flat head.
I know what that feels like inside me, and it sends a shudder from my throat to my pussy. So I wrap a hand around his arm and pull him down onto the bed next to me.
“Phoebe?” Hank asks curiously, landing softly on the comforter. But I don’t answer as I awkwardly flip my position until I’m lying alongside him head-to-toe, so that monstrous cock is right in my face. My mouth waters.
“There we go,” I say, reaching out to wrap one hand around it. Hank gasps the moment I touch his flesh. I’m going to worship this cock.
He gets the message about what I want to do immediately, lifting one of my thighs into the air so he can dive between them. His tongue lances out and brushes over my clit, sending a tremble through my body. After a few experimental strokes of my hands around his thick cock, which earns me another grunt of pleasure, I bring him into my mouth.
I feel Hank suck in his breath, then he goes wild on my pussy, running that tongue over me while I sink him ever deeper between my lips. Soon we’re moving in the same rhythm, tantalizing each other, sending our pleasure around in a circle that never stops. I can’t believe this thing fits inside me, because I can barely take it in up to the middle before it’s too deep in my throat.
That will take some practice.
Hank is devouring me with frenetic speed, and then, he plunges a finger into me. I’m glad I’m being choked by his cock because it muffles the sound that comes out when he begins to stroke, burying his finger deep and then going to town with his mouth.
I’m definitely going to come like this.
His cock is weeping on my tongue, drizzling warm, salty cum. I make sure to lick the slit along the broad head, and Hank’s hips jerk under me. Curious, I venture even further and take his furry balls in my hands. I pop his cock out of my mouth as I massage them.
“These are how you did it, hm?” I ask, continuing my work on his balls with one hand while I stroke his length with the other. “That’s how you put this baby inside me?”
He huffs against my pussy, pushing his finger in deeper and licking my clit even faster. I’m so close to exploding, and he knows it, so he speeds up his attack.
“That’s right,” he hums against me. “I put it all inside you, and now...” He slides a second finger in, widening me for him. I haven’t been using the dilator—or anything, really—while I was sleeping on the couch. I’m more sensitive than ever, and probably not as flexible as I need to be. “It’s going to be such a good, strong calf.”
Stars fill my vision as I take him back between my lips and suckle the head of his cock. I need him to feel how I feel, how I want nothing but him. How I’ve wanted nothing but him for so, so long. Now he’s curling both fingers inside me, stroking them against my inner lining while flicking my clit with his tongue, and I’m a fucking goner.
“Hank!” I cry out, but it’s muffled by his cock in my mouth. I suck on him harder while I orgasm, trying with all my might not to touch him with my teeth as my body tremors and shudders. My climax pulses through me, pleasure ricocheting across my nervous system.
Fuck. I haven’t come like that in ages.
“Phoebe.” Hank withdraws his fingers, which are soaked with me, and his cock pops out of my mouth as he sits up. I reach for it again, but suddenly Hank is on top of me, pinning me down with his hands while his haunches settle around my hips, and his hooves hang off the bed. There’s a wild look in his eyes. They’re big and dark, his brows drawn tight together.
“When I come,” he says in a low voice, “I’m going to come inside you.”
Oh.
“I would love that,” I whisper back.
Hank’s hand drifts back between my legs, and there, he wiggles two fingers inside me. His breath comes hot and fast, his pupils blown so wide they take up his whole iris. His horns blot out the overhead light, body so big on top of mine that I feel like I might sink into the bed. I writhe as he suddenly pushes a third finger inside me, and my body doesn’t know what to do with it.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “I need to get you ready for me.”
