Page 21 of Bred By the Minotaur (DreamTogether Breeding Program #3)

Eighteen

Hank

Phoebe is underneath me, in my bedroom, on my bed. She’s really here, spread out in front of me on her back, splayed like an offering. That beautiful pussy is open and waiting, its pink wings spread and pulsing. She’s so small, how can I possibly fit there?

But I know that I can, because I’ve done it before. So I press the blunt head of my cock into that open slit, and watch myself slip into it. I groan, overwhelmed by just the sight of it.

And oh, fuck, how she feels . How my body detaches from my soul as those folds with the delicate, curly hairs widen for me, soft but resilient as I push through.

She accepts me so readily, slick with the spill from her orgasm, and there’s nothing on this plane that compares to being inside her again.

My eyes roll back in my head the farther I fall into her, and then I remember—almost too late—that I need to be careful, because she’s human and small, and I am very... not. I grip her ass, completely ensconcing it in my palm, and breathe heavily as I try to get my senses back.

“Hank,” Phoebe whines, pushing her hips against me so I slide even farther in.

My balls shiver at the sensation of her around me, at the sight of her underneath me.

Her big eyes are closed in bliss. Her tits are perfect, just like she is, and they spread to either side of her sternum with their broad, pinkish areolas and tight nipples.

I wonder what it would look like with our calf sucking on them, and I have to try it out for myself.

When I wrap my lips around one nipple, Phoebe arches into my touch, so I bring it into my mouth and tease it with the blunt tips of my teeth. She squirms and her pussy clenches around me, so I repeat it with the other, remaining halfway sunk inside her.

“Please!” She wriggles under me, begging me to fuck her, but I’m in no rush. I’m going to savor every last morsel of her.

“Shh,” I tell Phoebe, pressing in a fraction deeper. “Just warm my cock for a while.”

I move to her other breast, holding her captive with my hand under her hips, and bring the other one into my mouth. As I suck on it, Phoebe moans underneath me. I want to make her scream, but I also don’t want to wake Milo.

Maybe I need to soundproof my room.

I luxuriate in the feeling of her spasming around me with every nip of my teeth. Then I move up her breast to her collarbone, where I lick off her sweat with my tongue. She tastes fucking marvelous.

I rock from side to side, remaining at the same depth but testing all of my angles.

I know Phoebe’s body, and the thing she wants most is for the head of my cock to rub against her upper wall, only halfway in.

It’s much easier at this angle, on top of her.

I test it a few times, nearly pulling out and then thrusting in partway, and Phoebe’s big, blue eyes fly wide open, her lips parting to reveal her white teeth and pink tongue.

“Hank!” she cries, trying pitifully to keep her voice quiet. “J-j-just like that!”

I grin, because I plan to wring many more cries from her that she’ll have to hold in.

It’s only when I put my lips on hers, sinking into her soft mouth, that I finally thrust purposefully, seeing how far she’s opened for me.

I’m surprised when I sink in almost up to the base of my cock, and Phoebe muffles her cry with my mouth.

I kiss her harder, soaking up each of her moans as I pump my hips, drawing them back and then shoving myself in again, making sure to hit that one spot with every stroke.

Her body begins to shake violently, and her hands grip my fur, her fingernails biting into my skin.

She is amazing, my Phoebe.

“Look at you,” I murmur to her, fucking her at a steady but lavish speed. “You take me so well. You’re perfect.”

Her hands clutch me tighter. “How do you feel so good?” she asks between moans.

“Because I was made for you.”

I continue in a regular rhythm, denying myself the release I’m already desperate for. No, I need to see Phoebe finally crack, to reveal the soft creature underneath who holds her heart so close.

I circle one arm around her head and nuzzle her cheek with my nose as I pinpoint that place over and over again.

She’s crying my name, trying to keep quiet but failing, her thighs now wrapped around my waist. I anchor her against me, clutching her hips tight as I chase each of her incoherent sounds, until I have to kiss her again to keep her from waking up Milo.

And then, she rewards me.

Phoebe comes like an earthquake, rattling me to my very bones.

Every muscle in her body tenses and suddenly I can barely move my cock, squeezed this deep and tight.

I’ve spent so long holding off on my climax that it’s almost painful now, but still I pump in and out of her.

There’s a wet slap! with every thrust as she reaches her pinnacle, her release coating both of us.

“Hank!” Phoebe sobs into my mouth, and it’s the sound of my name on her lips that finally sends me careening into the darkness.

I let out a low moan as I ram myself into her, and my explosion bursts out of me.

My animal brain is telling me to bury my cum deep, to put yet another calf in my future wife, so I hold my cock there as I spill and spill.

There’s so much of it that soon it’s running down my balls, and Phoebe is panting wildly underneath me.

I bring her into my arms, and she winds her hands around my neck with a happy sigh.

There she is. The sweet, tender animal inside her. She clings to me like a leaf in the wind, her legs still trembling where they’re wrapped around my waist. It’s so marvelous to be with her again, to smell her scent, to feel her around me, to get to see her lovely face as I bring her pleasure.

My eyes feel tight, like my face is too small for them.

It’s the way I felt when I saw Milo for the first time, when he was just a sobbing infant, coated in a thin layer of white and brown fur and wailing with his eyes squashed closed.

Then he had opened them, and when those unusual blue irises looked up at me. ..

“Hank?” Phoebe asks in a small voice. She slides her hand down my cheek, up to my eye, and catches my tear with her fingertip. Her bow-shaped lips purse, and her brows tilt down.

“I’m just—” I wince at the crack in my voice. “I’m so glad I could look at you, Phoebe.”

Tears spring to her eyes, too, a moment before she buries her face in my neck.

“I’m so happy,” she says, though I can only make out half of it with her voice muffled. “It was... amazing.”

Slowly, I withdraw from her, because I want to hold her in my arms fully. My cum sloshes down her thigh onto the comforter, but I ignore it, curling one hand under her legs to bring her into my embrace. My hand brushes over her toes, and Phoebe shivers.

I pause, then return to her foot, sliding a hand down her ankle to her heel. She shivers again as I run my fingers over her toes, and she curls into me tighter.

“Sensitive?” I ask, tilting my head down to peer at her. She has such tiny feet compared to my big hooves, and they’re so fragile. I imagine they’re also sensitive when she has to wear shoes everywhere.

Phoebe nods as I run my fingers over her toes again.

They’re dainty, but when they flex, I’m amazed by them.

Soon I’m massaging her flesh and she’s making quiet, pleased sounds, snuggling even deeper into the fur of my chest. It won’t be too long before I’m hard again with her rubbing against me like that.

When I take her a second time, I lean back and rub her little feet while I fuck her, and she has to bite her hand to keep from crying out my name.

Phoebe

Damn, the man has moves.

Man, minotaur, whatever. But wow, the way his abs flex as he plunges that cock inside me, how his pecs go hard as bricks as he crouches over me, completely encircling me with his arms. His neck is so thick that I think it would take three of my hands to go all the way around it.

The way he speaks to me in that low voice, telling me how good I am, simply enjoying me? He’s a monster, and he’s mine. Right now, with my head resting on his big bicep, his gentle breaths ruffling my hair while my hands tangle in the fur at his chest, I think that for tonight, Hank can be mine.

Unfortunately, my watch buzzes at five in the morning so I can find my way back to my own bedroom before Milo wakes up. I don’t want to deal with the questions that might come if he found us curled up together, totally naked, in Hank’s bed.

Fuck, we’re going to have to deal with that. But maybe, just for a little while, we can hold this spark between us in our hands so only we can see it. If we were to tell Milo, that would invite all sorts of questions that I’m not ready to answer.

For now, for this tiny moment, I want to enjoy what I have.

By this time, I know the name of Milo’s teacher, and even some of his classmates. The goblin is used to seeing me, but whenever he says, “Milo, your nanny is here,” he quirks an eyebrow like he knows it’s not the whole truth.

Thank goodness the morning sickness passes quickly so I don’t have to worry about Milo asking more questions.

But suddenly, I want nothing to do with half the food in the fridge.

Everything smells bad except for fried chicken, and I make Milo and Sandra both come with me to get Crunchy’s frequently.

We spread out a picnic blanket in Hank’s yard to enjoy the fading warm weather, and Sandra makes sure that Milo uses plenty of napkins on his greasy hands.

Unfortunately, it hasn’t been convenient yet for a repeat of the night Hank and I had together given our vastly different sleep schedules. But he promises that he’s swapping with someone else soon and will get a different shift for the next few weeks.

One of the other side effects of being pregnant: I’m ridiculously horny.

It wasn’t like this last time, but somehow, being around Hank has cranked it up into overdrive.

I definitely masturbated while he was at work last night, and I’ve been thinking about the sight of his bull cock ever since he made me come so hard I saw the afterlife.

And then, finally, we end up on the same schedule. As much as I love Imelda, dinner that night drags by. Then I run over to Sandra’s, where I try to act like I’m not in a rush, even though Hank is putting Milo to bed right now and soon, we’re going to be alone together. Again.

My sister has a funny look in her eye when I set out the meal I brought over.

“You seem... spritely,” she says, her lip quirking. “Something good happen?”

I try to school my expression, even though half of my brain is stuck on the prospect of seeing Hank naked later.

“Just thinking about work. My boss really liked the art I turned in today.”

Sandra totally doesn’t believe me—I can tell by her face—but she just says “Hmm” and finishes eating.

Imelda’s still there when I get back, even though Milo’s gone to bed.

Hank shoots me a look while his mother talks about her latest book club book, and that look says everything.

The moment we’re alone, he’s going to carry me up those stairs again, drop me onto that bed, and fuck me.

And maybe tonight, he’ll fit all the way inside me.

That would be incredible.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Imelda gets tired and says goodnight.

The second she’s out the door, though, Hank is on top of me, hands gripping my shoulders and lips meeting mine.

Soon his palms are kneading my breasts over my shirt, and his eyes roll back as he fingers my nipples through the fabric.

Then I’m up against the wall, and Hank has one knee between my legs, his thigh methodically rubbing there. I hold on to him and ride it, letting the friction of my jeans do the work against my clit.

“I can’t wait,” Hank whispers to me, sliding his hand into the band of my pants, down to my underwear. He dips his finger inside them and takes no time in finding what he’s looking for, and sinks the pad of his finger into my pussy. I moan underneath him, and he covers my mouth with one hand.

“I know what I need to do,” he says, continuing to rub me while I whimper into his palm. His brow arches, and his lip curls. “I’m going to cover up that mouth of yours so Milo can’t hear you scream.”

A bolt of lightning blasts through me at the suggestion, and I nod furiously. Whatever it is Hank’s dreaming up, I want it. I’ll go anywhere he’s willing to take me.