Page 2 of Bred By the Minotaur (DreamTogether Breeding Program #3)

Two

Hank

The way my surrogate’s waterfall of blonde hair cascades across her back, sliding to and fro with every thrust of my hips, is like the most beautiful artwork. I’m mesmerized by her, by the bouncing of her perfect ass, the sweet clenching of her pussy, the escalating volume of her moans.

Rapunzel . That’s what I decided to call her as soon as I saw the straw-colored hair that looks like it would be marvelously soft under my fingertips.

I don’t dare touch it—that seems personal.

But then I look down at my cock buried nearly halfway inside her and wonder why touching her hair would be too far over the line.

You only live once. I bury my fingers in those yellow locks as I slide into her again. Her head tips back, and I wish I could see her face as she moans.

Rapunzel. I hope I get to visit her again. I hope this isn’t the last time I get to sample this incredible woman, because next time, I want to get even deeper. I want to train her sweet body to take me, and then fuck her like this many, many more times.

Ah, damn, this isn’t good.

I’ve scrimped and saved for years just to have a child of my own, which isn’t an easy feat on a firefighter’s salary. Now I’m going to make sure I breed a calf into this lovely human, and what a baby we’ll make.

But before I do that, I’m going to make her scream. It hadn’t been in my plan, but now that I’m here, I want to make her come apart before I stuff her full. That’s the least I owe her for doing this for me—for signing up for DreamTogether and making my wish for a family possible.

I target that place inside her that makes her cry out and try my best to thrust only to that depth, ignoring the way my cock is aching to go deeper, to fuck her faster, to come all over her and cover her in my smell.

Closing my eyes, I focus on the sound of Rapunzel’s escalating cries, the movement of my hand on her clit, trying to ignore the way my balls tighten and ache with my need to release inside her.

She’s so tight now, impossibly tight, and I shiver, grinding my molars together as I try not to let off. I just need to maintain my methodical attack, and?—

Rapunzel’s scream echoes around the room.

Her body clamps down around me, and the overwhelming pleasure of finally letting go nearly bowls me over.

I slam into her, sheathing myself as far as I safely can, and my eyes roll back in my head as I shoot everything out.

I pump again, trying to get it as deep inside her as possible, hoping it makes it where I need it to go.

As much as I would love to do this again, every visit is an additional cost, and there’s only so much I can afford.

I nearly collapse on top of her, my haunches shivering underneath me with the force of my climax. I look down at where my cock is buried inside her, and white cum dribbles out from her pussy, which is spread wide around me.

“Holy fuck,” Rapunzel mutters, shivering. “I almost blacked out.”

I wonder if that’s a good thing or not. I don’t want to part from her, so I stay that way, propping myself up on the sides of the bench. I’m hypersensitive now, but my cock is also still alert, to my surprise.

It wants to fill her again.

“Are you ready?” I ask over her shoulder, sweeping up her blonde hair into my hand and then running my fingers through it. She lets out a mewl as I move inside her, staying deep but rocking back and forth.

“For... for what?”

“For me to put a calf in you.” There’s a wonderfully obscene sound as I pull back, sending my cum sloshing out of her, then thrust in again. She moans pitifully, and her pussy responds in kind, flexing around me.

Good. Very good.

“Yes!” Rapunzel cries out as I set a languid, easy pace, warming her up again for me. “Put one in me, please!”

That’s all the encouragement I need.

I fuck her again, grabbing her ass this time, and I don’t even need to touch her clit to make her scream and fall apart.

I think I’ve found the perfect woman for me. I wonder if there’s some way to find out who she is. Maybe I could take her on a date. Get to know her better.

But all that’s against the rules. DreamTogether is very clear about the anonymity factor, and I risk losing everything by crossing that boundary between us.

Still, as my cum spurts out of her, dripping down onto the floor as I pant over her, her screams still hanging in the room—I think that I’ll regret not knowing who she is.

I wish I had a choice.

When the speaker comes on to tell us we’re finished, I finally withdraw, my cock spent, and reach for the towel to clean her up. Rapunzel trembles, and she is good and red from where I took her. It is a beautiful sight, still wide from where I was inside her, dripping from how I stuffed her.

What is Rapunzel like? What does she do outside these walls? I am curious about all these things as I clean myself off, too, then put my boxers and pants back on.

“Thank you,” she says weakly. I pause with my hand on the button of my jeans, my tail flicking as I listen. “You didn’t have to... do all that.”

“Oh, I did.” I stroke her ass as lovingly as I can. “I very much did. I hope that... it all goes well.”

Her head droops. “I hope so, too. Well, it was good to meet you.”

“You, too.” With one last pat, I depart the room, wondering what just happened to me.

I can’t stop thinking about Rapunzel afterward. My thoughts have been riveted to her ever since I left that room, and they don’t stop barreling onward even as I reach my empty house.

I live in a majority human city because it’s easiest access to the fire station.

Most firefighters are monsters, simply because we have the size, stamina, and helpful additional features to make us more effective.

I work alongside a gargoyle who has stone skin during the day, and he can break down a flaming door without getting a burn.

Handy.

I look through the dark window into my house and shake my head. I bought this place nearly six years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties and thought I’d be settling down soon with a wife and family. That had been my hope, anyway—but a few years in, and still no sign of her.

That’s when I started saving for DreamTogether.

I push open the door and flip on the lights.

It’s easy to imagine this house filled with excitement, laughter, my partner waiting to kiss me when I come home, and my children grabbing onto my legs.

Now that possibility is at hand, minus the partner.

It will be me and my future child. Mom and Dad have happily signed on to help out, and Mom is thrilled at the prospect of getting to babysit her future grandchild while I’m away at work.

My schedule is so all over the place that dating just doesn’t work for me. And maybe I’m choosy, but it’s hard for me to... well, get it up. Generally.

Today, on the other hand, was new. Rapunzel spoke to me in a way no one ever has. It was as if I could smell that she was right for me, and I hope today isn’t the last time I see her.

I wait and wait for a call from DreamTogether. My surrogate will be taking a pregnancy test daily, checking to see if my sperm has taken. If it doesn’t work within three weeks, they’ll set up an appointment for just before her next ovulation.

Fourteen days after my visit with Rapunzel, my phone rings. I’m at work on the bench press, and I set down the bar with Ron’s help as I run for my phone.

“What are you so excited about?” Ron calls after me. I’ve been jumping up at even a spam call, wondering if I’ll get to see her again, or if my new baby is on the way.

It’s DreamTogether. I smash the answer button and hold the phone up to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello! This is Dr. Hodgens, and I’m calling because we have some positive results here from your surrogate.”

I should be far more elated than I am at this news. Instead, all I can think is that I won’t get to see Rapunzel again.

“Congratulations!” the doctor says on the other end. “Now, pregnancies are touch and go in the beginning, so don’t get too excited until we’re three months in...”

I stop listening because I already know what he’s going to say. I’ll get updates here and there from the doctor, who will relay information from my anonymous surrogate. Now the ball is rolling, and someday soon, I’ll finally have what I’ve always wanted. A child of my own.

But something aches inside me, too, because I might have found the woman for me—only to lose her the moment I found her.

After that, I count the months.

One. Two. Three.

I get another phone call saying that the pregnancy is going well, and I’m left with a mixed bag of feelings.

Rapunzel haunts my dreams. I hear her cries, feel her pulse around me, and wake up panting and sweating at the memory of her.

Where is she? What is she doing? I wish I knew. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I make crazy plans, trying to figure out how I could get in touch with her.

But then I would sacrifice everything.

Eight. Nine. Ten.

The time draws nearer, and I’m a bundle of nerves. How is Rapunzel faring with our calf inside her? What kind of father will I be? It feels like I haven’t truly slept since I first went to that room and bred her.

It’s right at the start of the eleventh month that I get the call.

“Your surrogate has gone into labor,” the doctor tells me. “Get prepared for our call to come pick him up.”

Him . I’m going to have a son. Finally, after all the money and all the waiting, I’m going to be a dad.

I wait on the edge of my seat for the next call because the room upstairs for the calf has been ready for months. I hope that Rapunzel is all right, that the birth isn’t too difficult for her. I wish I could be there, holding her hand, watching as our infant comes into the world.

I stay up all night waiting, and it’s only when I’m starting to doze off in the morning that my phone rings.

“Your son is waiting for you.”

He’s perfect. Milo is perfect. He looks just like me, as the doctor predicted—the monster genetics always win out. But he has bright, almost neon-blue eyes that shine out from his speckled white and brown face. I can only see them when he stops crying, but they are beautiful.

Hers. That is the piece of Rapunzel I’ll always have.