Page 23 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
Minotaurs had been one of the few monster species I hadn't put on my interest list and there was only one reason why. They came in herds. One massive cock was more than enough for me, thanks. I just wanted someone towantme. I didn't need an outrageous amount of attention, but a kiss on the cheek and someone saying "Maggie, lets spend our lives together" couldn't have been too much to ask for?
Still, it was a shame minotaurs had to be a package deal. I would've taken any one of the men now watching me on his own.Maaaayybe even two?
But PIIAI's enchanted pussy magic—turning your body into a stretchy portal pocket to accomodate a variety of cock sizes not ever seen on a human man—didn't work for a mouth. And a girl only had so many holes.
There's always letting them run a train on you,a wicked voice offered not so helpfully.
I stiffened as I realized I was consideringhowto go about fucking a herd of minotaurs—at least there were only three—when I'd just told myself I was finishing today's chores and then leaving the farm tomorrow morning. No more monsters.
Even a last hurrah.
I squatted in front of the row of tulips and pressed my lips flat as a deep grunt and huff sounded from behind me. Yeah, yeah. I had a nice ass. The werewolf namedGreghad made that sound too.
A nice ass, but not one you wanted to marry.
Earth crunched and long leaves rustled and I patted my hips, and then my—very nice—ass, searching for a pair of scissors.
Shit. Had they fallen out of my pockets as I cry-stomped my way to?—
"Hey princess. You're in the wrong field."
My spine straightened and the dark and heavy voice behind me grunted once more. I twisted and swallowed hard as I had to tip my stare up a mile or so—over mountains of muscle and inky black valleys of glossy furred skin—to the ring-nosed minotaur.
"I, Maggie, princess of a very bad day, am not in the wrong field."
The minotaur's gaze glittered as black as his fur, and his nostrils flared. A strong black tail, tufted end dusted with dirt, flicked back and forth at his heels. I wanted to hook my fingers into that gold ring and yank him down so he quit looming over me.
"Beck's inrut. Ladies aren't supposed to come out here."
Sheesh this guy had trapezius muscles up to his ears. His very charming, overly large ears that looked soft and almost kittenish if they weren't sticking straight out from the sides. Which was my excuse for why I didn't really pay attention to him nodding over those massive shoulders to the spotted minotaur. When my brain caught up with my traveling gaze—now settled on his clenching abdominal muscles—I leaned to the side.
"Beck" was in fact, hunching forward, a very cautionary bulge kicking in the front of his pants, as spotted hooves beat at the ground beneath him. His own tail, all white, was flicking too but it was in an aggravated jerk.
"Oh, shit," I mumbled.
A dark hand, speckled with flecks of dirt, reached down to help me up. "Who sent you out here?"
I bit my lip, trying not to stare at Beck's shockingly eager erection, or the way the unnamed brown minotaur flexed as he struggled to hold him back. The hand tugging me up to my feet was startlingly hot, probably the effect of the sun on the black fur.
"Umm…"
In fact, no PIIAI employee had sent me out. I'd put my own name on the list and helped myself to the buckets. I'd worked in the flower fields on other days and just figured I'd help myself to another round. It was better than being in the barns with the centaur who'd turned me down after testing out the extent of my magical pantyexpansion.
I jerked back as Beck bolted forward but the larger minotaur grasped me by my shoulders holding me in place with little effort.
"Don'trun," he said as the brown minotaur regathered Beck. "Whatever you do, don't run. Even I would chase you, princess, and I've got days before my rut starts."
"Maggie," I corrected in a breath, blinking up at him.
"You just go ahead and turn around and walk nice and slow the way you came."
I opened my mouth to object, but when I realizedwhyI was objecting I swallowed the words. No ma'am. I was not giving this minotaur burning my hand as he held it, or the one whose cock rose just at the sight of me, or the pretty brown one who was looking his fill too even as he held Beck back, another chance to tell me why I could satisfy an itch but nothing more. Arutwas not romance.
Beck was starting to grunt and growl, shaking in his friends grasp. And the ripple of those amusing and lovely spots on his skin as he flexed and struggled was too distracting. I turned, and the warm hand released me. I took one slow step, and the minotaur at my back grunted in what I assumed was approval.
Another step. Another. Okay. So far so good. So far wasn't very far in terms of actual space but?—
"Beck, no!"
