Page 28 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Gonna need you again, honey," he rasped, bucking into the grip around him.
I gaped at the pair until Dallas moved once more, finding an angle that made my toes curl in spite of my wet socks. My eyes crossed.
Not thrice ridden. Fource? No, quadroupled?
"I—I—"Just say no, Maggie, you don't owe them. "Oh, fuck, I want that, yessss."
Huh.
Dallas groaned and then his hand on the back of my neck curled around the front and he hauled me up on my knees, and then off them because his thighs were a lot longer than mine and?—
"Fuck, yes, princess, that's it, strangle me!"
Holy shit, I was mounted on the massive cock pumping into me. I threw my arms back and grabbed onto the thick shoulders and let Dallas use me, stroking me up and down his cock as a sparkling sensation started to bubble in my veins. I gasped as bubbles turned to a churning, dancing, tornado. Dallas's tail was swatting at my chest, rudely batting at my nipples but it was a wonderful sting that struck with each playful hit. Dallas fumbled at my clit and I burst, my body siezing like lightning, even as a terrifyingly beautiful, silky wave of softness followed in the wake of the violence. I screamed his name against my will, clinging to him in the way I'd promised myself I wouldn't, praising him beyond reason.
"Oh fuck,Maggie," he groaned, arms clasped tight around me.
And it was with my name on his lips that I let a wave of black sweep the world out from under me.
* * *
"Just to be clear gentlemen, Maggie Donald specifically excluded minotaurs from her list of prospective partners."
"Shechangedher mind."
I sat up with a start, and even though I'd woken up in this double california king nest of a bed for a week straight, it had been a bit of a blurry lust filled week and I still needed a moment to collect my bearings every time.
"I'd like to hear that from her myself," the PIIAI agent responded tartly to Dallas's growl.
"She's sleeping, but if you come back—" James started.
"I am not unaware the three of you were scheduled for your ruts this week. And no one has seen Maggie Donald?—"
"We wouldnever—" Beck started. Which was rich coming from the minotaur who'd chased me through a tulip field. But he'd apologized for that. Profusely. With his tongue.
I sighed as Dallas growled again. I needed to get out of this bed before those three got themselves into trouble.
"I'm up!" I called, scrambling for a discarded shirt as three pairs of hooves barreled through the cottage living room toward the bedroom door. I was just scooting my way off the foot of the bed—there was no room on the sides since it just barely fit into the room as it was—when the door burst open.
It was James who reached me first, tail flicking proudly as he scooped me up into his arms. I'd learned a fair amount about minotaur expressions in the past week—even with an outrageous amount of fucking—and I knew the half-lidded look in his eyes as he glanced at the others was smug satisfaction at reaching me first. I ruffled the longer locks of copper brown hanging into his eyes and then smoothed them aside, bending my head to kiss the bridge of his snout.
"Ahh, Miss Donald, I'm glad to see you looking…well."
I snorted at her greeting. More like well-fucked but she was being professional. I didn't recognize the agent, but she was prim and tidy, like most of the others I had met.
"The agent seems to think we've held you hostage," James said, mellow and unflappable as ever.
"It's my fau?—"
And before Beck could finish that sentence and get himself in trouble with PIIAI, I hurried to cover. "I'm sorry I was…occupied, but I've been a very willing volunteer to help herd Banks through their rut."
Dallas huffed in satisfaction, crossing his arms over his ample chest. He was wearing a shirt, which was rare in my limited experience, but it did look about two flexes from splitting open.
"Well good. That's…good. As to the matter of your partnering with herd Banks?—"
"My what?"
A bright silence followed in the wake of my question, all four pairs of eyes—three minotaur and one probably human—turned in my direction.
