Page 20 of Breeding Season
The crowd fell into silence. No sound but the wet drip of blood from the stump. No Minotaur moved.
Taur let the silence stretch until it was a tangible weight. When he turned, I could feel the relief from the crowd. His eyes: brown, soft, a blazing infernal pointed at me. His gaze passed over my face and body, a brief assessment to make sure I was unharmed.
He walked toward me. The bond in my chest crackling with a fierce excitement.My excitement.
“My King,” Jox murmured, bowing his head as Taur neared.
Taur ignored him. When he reached me, he thrust the bloody, severed head forward. It was an offering, a coronation gift.
I slapped it away.
Gorok’s head tumbled, hitting the stone with a sickening, heavy thud.
I wrapped my arms around Taur’s waist, pulling myself tight against his blood-drenched fur. The metallic tang soaked into my cheek, but I didn’t care. I sighed in absolute relief as he wrapped one powerful arm around my back, crushing me to him.
He lifted his gaze to the silent, watching Herd, his voice flat and final:
“The battle is won. The public claiming begins now.”
Yours
Pele
A tingle ran down my spine to the tips of my fingers and toes. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. It was happening. I should have been scared, but I was still riding the wave of adrenaline from watching him, mixed with the relief of knowing we’d won. There was something seriously wrong with me. But I couldn’t find it in me to care. It hadn’t been long since I’d arrived. And just last night I swore I’d kill him or be killed, and now… now I was swept up in him. This realm had changed me.
This monster had claimed me—body, soul, and mind.
My heartbeat raced as the Herd moved in. Women and heifers were being chosen and I gasped as I realized they weren’t just going to watch. Taur moved me so his massive form blocked them from my view. I could still feel their presence, the heat from their expectant gaze, but he demanded my focus. I inhaled him in, the heady scent of musk, iron, and sweat filled my lungs. The arm around my back gave way to claws.
“Look at them,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Their tongues lolling as they wait.”
The bond between us crackled with his thunderous desire. It shattered the last of my rational thought. He flipped me around, his blood-slicked fur against my back as a clawed hand tore through the thin red fabric of the dress down the front.The sound of the ripping cloth caused a silent uproar of heavy panting from the other bulls.
His hand cupped my breast as it bounced free, his thumb circling the peak. My breathing picked up as heat curled deep in my belly as he kept up the movement—slow and dominant. Giving the audience a show.
“These are for me. Are these heavy? Are these going to get full for me?” His breath pushed strands of my hair forward as a shiver shot down my back. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back against his chest.
“Open your eyes, Mát,” he commanded, tilting my chin up with a rough finger. “See your Herd salivate over what’s mine.”
My lashes fluttered open, my gaze immediately drawn to the horrifying scene before me: scattered bodies, pools of blood, and just two feet away, Gorok’s detached head, horns pointed uselessly to the sky. This shouldn’t do anything for me, but it did. Taur had won, and now he would fuck me, and I craved it.
My mate positioned me, making me the focal point. Bulls of all sizes and colors rubbed their cocks, women clenched their thighs, and heifers touched themselves. This wasn’t just about love or comfort; it was about power, witnesses to us becoming one, and finality.
He lifted me, one hand on my hip, the other on my thigh. I leaned forward as he folded me in half. My pussy on display, my breasts squished. Gasps and growls rumbled through the crowd. His tip pushed into my wetness as he entered me from behind. And with a powerful thrust, he drove the breath from my lungs.
“Oh,” I moaned. The sheer force of the invasion, combined with our pleasure sparking through the bond, was overwhelming. I felt every ridge, every inch, and I arched against his chest, my neck craning back, desperate for more. His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me open.
“Look how she squeezes my cock. Greedy little thing,” he teased. I whimpered as he withdrew from me. He paused for a second, and I wriggled against the air as I sought friction.
“Please, Taur,” I whined. The sound of hooves stomping had me blushing a deep red.
“Mm, they liked that,” he murmured quietly to me. I clenched at nothing before he gave me exactly what I needed: his fat cock. I shattered, a high, ragged cry ripping from my belly, escaping my throat. It was loud, primal, and totally involuntary. The moment the sound of my orgasm cut through the air, the audience erupted. As if my coming all over my mate’s cock prematurely was a green flag, the nearest bull threw a heifer to the ground, climbing on top of her and rutting into her without care. Another had a woman on her knees, bobbing on his cock. A woman and a man serviced a big, brown bull. The woman bounced on his cock, while the bull suckled the man’s balls.
Guttural roars and the immediate sounds of the pounding of flesh. Taur released my legs, holding me by my hips. He lifted me and dropped me on his thick girth. Even as my climax sent shivers through my body, I could feel another building. There was something about being used for his pleasure that had my toes curling. Through the haze, I saw Jox, who had been guarding me, turn away and roughly pull a trembling heifer onto his lap. I swallowed as his eyes landed on me as he mimicked Taur’s movements with her. She cried out, her breasts bouncing as he lifted her up and down his shaft.
It’s Breeding Season.
The air was thick with groans, grunts, and the desperate sounds of rutting. It mingled and mixed with the metallic tang of blood.
