Page 30 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"That's because you're ours, Mags," Beck whispered, kissing the top of my head.
"Oh my god, am I thefirstwoman you've ever met?"
James laughed, a rich and slightly droning sound that was unique to minotaurs.
"You're the first woman we've fucked," Dallas said, leaning back and grinning. "Not bad, huh?"
"We met lots of women here, but we knew as soon as the breeze carried your scent that you were our hef?—"
"Partner," I said because James was right and that wasn't quite my favorite word to be called.
"Woman," James settled on.
"Princess," Dallas said, still grinning, his smile big and bright.
And suddenly it didn't matter what they called me because I was theirs. For good. They were stuck with me. And I was getting pounded into every available surface on the regular. And kissed softly on the cheek morning noon and night by three sets of soft lips. And Dallas made a mean vegetarian omelet and James sang country songs as he washed my hair in the shower and Beckett liked to dance with me standing on his hooves so he could reaching my lips with his every so often.
And what the hell was I going to do on a farm with only one person to tell me I was pretty each day? It would absolutely take three good minotaurs to love me the way I needed.
"I wanna go sign the paperwork," I said, a little breathless because two hands were petting me between my ass and thighs and I was pretty sure it was two of my bulls not just one.
"We will. Today, princess. But first," Dallas said, stepping backwards toward the bedroom door.
"First we need to show you what it means to belong to three horny bulls," James said, winking at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Pretty sure I got a thorough lesson on that this week."
"You're right," Beck said, scooping me up off my feet and kissing my throat. "Now we need to show you what it means to belovedby three good minotaurs."
James and Dallas grunted their agreement and I sighed, softening in Beck's arms. I'd never really tried to fight him. I supposed I'd know what was best for me in the long run.
It was definitely these three horny bulls, myperfectmen.
PartThree
BARK
Or; 5 times a werewolf stuck-fucked me without letting me see his face, + the 1 time he stuck-fucked me but did let me see his face
1. THE BERRY BUSH
“Ouch!"
I paused, my left sleeve caught in the thorn of a black raspberry bush and my right thumb bleeding from another briar.
I'd thought picking berries sounded like one of the nicer jobs on the farm. Easy. I'd even put on a cute sundress for the occasion, and thigh-high socks, so that if any handsome monsters happened to be nearby, I'd look presentable.
Except I definitely didn't look presentable on my hands and knees, briar snags in my dress and dirt on my knees, all sweaty and red-faced from fighting with thorns to get at the good berries.
"Shit," I hissed, trying to back up and finding myself now caught not just at my sleeve, but in my curls and on the back of my dress, which was riding up my thighs as I tried to scoot myself out of trouble. "No, no, no," I whined, arms scratched before I could finish reaching back to untangle myself.
I huffed and paused, aware of the perilous position of my skirt's hem and the way my unruly and overly enthusiastic blonde curls were helping themselves to branches and thorns, humidity puffing up my already tangle-prone strands.
"H-help?" I asked in a small voice, holding still, not sure I really wanted anyone to find me like this. If I was lucky, it would just be another volunteer farm girl. Preferably one with good leather gloves. Which I should've thought of bringing with me. If I was unlucky…
Soft footsteps rustled through grass, and they sounded light. Good! A human, then.
But then a dark chuckle curled through the locked branches. I jerked, not thinking, and a cool breeze stroked my bare thighs, right through my pink and red strawberry patterned panties.
