Page 6 of Bred By the Minotaur (DreamTogether Breeding Program #3)

Six

Hank

I don’t hear from Phoebe after our session at DreamTogether. I check my phone regularly to see if she’s finally found me and sent me a message, or perhaps a friend request, but there’s no sign of her.

Did I make a mistake? She must not have felt what I did, that deeper connection between us.

What did I expect? It’s just sex. Literally. We’ve never seen one another face-to-face. The pull I feel is merely hormones and chemicals, driving me to mate with her over and over and?—

Damn it. All I want is to hold her in my arms, to fill her up with calf and then keep her close to me while she grows it. To be there to hold her hand, to see our new one get big and strong, to give her every food she likes and rub her back when she’s sore.

Fuck. Will she tell them I tried to break our anonymity?

After a week, my hope for hearing from Phoebe turns into dread. I’ve already paid for the full DreamTogether package. If I’m found out, I’ll lose it all—the rest of my inheritance.

But I get no call from them, either. She must not have told on me. Yet.

My mother tries to comfort me when two weeks go by, and there’s no word.

“If it’s meant to be, then it will be,” she says, but it does nothing to make me feel better about the mistake I’ve made.

Soon though, it’s time for Milo to start kindergarten. We go school shopping for new clothes and some supplies. As he stands in front of the mirror in his snappy outfit and new backpack, my eyes sting. I’m always amazed at how fast he grows, from one stage to the next before I can blink.

When we go in for his first day, I lead him by the hand to his new classroom.

“I can’t wait to meet my teacher,” he says, skipping along beside me as he jumps over cracks in the pavement. “I want to do lots of coloring.”

For only being five, Milo’s very passionate about his art. I hope he keeps his love for it as he grows up. Maybe he’ll be a fantastic artist someday.

“I think your teacher is excited to meet you, too,” I say as we walk through the halls.

His new teacher, a goblin named Mr. Felk, is waiting outside the classroom door.

He introduces himself to Milo, and Milo forgets all about me as he rushes into the class to meet his classmates.

I wave and call goodbye, but he’s already absorbed in making a new friend.

I leave feeling deflated, wondering how long it will be until Milo doesn’t need me to walk him to class anymore.

When I make it into the station, my coworker Ron arches an eyebrow at me.

“You look even more miserable than usual,” he says, pouring a mug of coffee and handing it to me, his huge wings stretching and then settling behind him.

“Milo’s first day at kindergarten,” I say, taking a big gulp even though it burns going down. “Hard to see them not need you anymore.”

“Wait until they’re teenagers and they know better than you about everything, and all they want from you is chauffeuring.”

“So much to look forward to,” I say morosely, sitting down at the communal table and grabbing a bagel.

“Aren’t you trying for another one?” Ron sits down next to me. “You really want to do all that baby stuff again?”

That’s exactly what I’m looking for. I miss the days when Milo cried for my attention and asked me to sleep in his bed so the shadow living in the closet wouldn’t get him.

“Yeah,” I say. “I do.”

Ron shakes his head. “Why don’t you ever date, man? There are tons of eligible women who would drool over Milo.”

There’s only one woman I want, though. But she’s not interested.

Life returns to normal—as normal as it can be with a wound in my chest. Mom doesn’t bother me anymore about DreamTogether, knowing it’s a sore spot.

Still, I hear nothing from Phoebe. One night I even try to look her up online, but there are far too many possible matches, and I don’t even know what she looks like besides a bob of blonde hair.

Then I get the call confirming my next breeding appointment. Good—at least it didn’t take the first time, so I can see her again. I hope she hasn’t withdrawn from the program after my invasion of privacy. What would I do if I walked in that room and found someone else there waiting for me?

I would leave. I don’t want anyone else to be the mother of my calf but her.

As I sit in the waiting room, I clench my hands into fists to channel my anxiety. When they call me up, all my nerves are in overdrive, anticipating what I’m going to find on the other side of that door.

When it opens and I step inside... there’s a familiar woman strapped to the breeding bench, her legs spread and her wonderful pussy exposed to me. Her ass is a perfect pale pink, and when I close the door behind me, she flinches.

I don’t say anything as I approach. I’m already getting hard for her, seeing her like this again, but it feels tainted by the weeks of silence in between.

“Hi,” she says quietly when I skate one hand over her butt.

“Hello.” I sigh as I pull my pants down, and my cock leaps out, ready and willing to serve. It’s never been like this with anyone—even at home watching porn, I don’t find it this easy to get hard.

I don’t speak further as I reach for her clit and gently stroke it.

Her hips jerk, and she lets out a little gasp.

I continue methodically, rubbing her until her pussy starts to gleam, and her lips are swollen and pink.

She wriggles under me as I slip one finger inside her, then two, pumping them in time with my beating heart, but she never says a word.

I’ve fucked it all up, and I’m too much of a coward to say anything, either.

When I feel certain that she’s ready for me, I pump some lube into my palm and cover myself with it. Even though it’s cold and the room feels small, my body is ready to slide into hers again.

I push the head of my cock into those swollen lips, and she moans as it slips through. Then I’m finally inside her again, where my cock and my heart both feel I belong.

Her moans morph into cries as I thrust deeper with each stroke, and I can’t help but relish the feel of her around me, so warm and wet, so delicious and inviting. Her beautiful ass shakes with every thrust.

I need her. I need her so badly that all the stiff walls I’ve built around myself crumble like dust. I want her in my life so much, I’ll do anything.

So I lean forward, placing my hands over hers.

“Milo started school,” I whisper in her ear.

She stiffens under me, only to go limp again when I sink deep into her.

I remain there for a moment, simply rocking back and forth.

“He was so excited. He got a new backpack with kittens on it, and no one has said anything about a boy taking a kitten backpack to school.”

I duck my nose under her hair, lipping at the back of her neck, and she tightens powerfully around my cock.

“Today,” I murmur to her, sliding my hands up and down her arms until they erupt in goosebumps, “I’m going to pump you full. And you know what will happen next?”

Her channel flutters around me as she finally says, “What?”

“Then I’ll put another calf in you.” I thrust even further in, then yank myself out and tease her with just the tip. “It’ll grow so well in your belly.”

She squeezes around me even more, so I keep talking. I’m not much of a talker, but for some reason, with Phoebe, I can’t stop—even as she remains quiet.

“It’ll be such a wonderful calf.” I thrust a few times experimentally, to see what gets the biggest reaction. She twitches and moans when I angle up, so I do it again, and again, as her sweet noises grow in volume. “And when it comes into the world, it will be so loved.”

Phoebe cries out as I almost fully sheathe myself in her small pussy, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sheer, catastrophic bliss of being with her again. My balls are tightening, my spine rippling with pleasure. I stand up, holding onto her hips to get better leverage.

Then I really fuck her.

“More,” she whines. “Please, more.”

So I give it to her. I bury myself up to the thick fur at the base of my cock, and my balls slap her clit. She cries out, so I reel back and do it again, aiming up for that spot inside that gives her joy. She’s clamping down tighter and tighter, drawing me in even more, squeezing all around me.

Fuck, I need this woman. I need to have her.

She’s mine.

Phoebe

Why does that guy have to be so absolutely phenomenal at this?

There’s nothing in the world like his fat, heavy bull cock sliding in and out of me, whisked along by how unbelievably wet I am.

As my body clenches, I can feel even more of him, that blunt head dragging across my sensitive lining.

I feel like I’m above my body, watching Hank fucking me, every meaty last inch of him.

Now, after seeing his photo, it’s easy to imagine his big head with the long muzzle, teeth gritted as he pounds into me with his strong hips.

I wonder if all the muscles in his abdomen contract with each movement.

I can feel the fur of his thighs against mine when he leans forward again and traces his hands up my spine, then ducks under my shirt where my breasts are pressed into the padded bench.

There, he meets my bra, but he pinches through it to get to my nipples.

I try. I try to play it cool, to not let him know how hard it was for me not to reach out to him. This is a job, I told myself. Anonymity is important. I need this.

But then I fall apart.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as Hank picks up the speed of his frantic thrusting.

I’m drowning in him, completely owned by him, used by him.

“Ha—” I stop myself just in time from saying his name.

But he hears me anyway, and starts thrusting even harder, even faster, slamming into me, sliding me around on the bench so the straps bite into my flesh.

He fists my breast roughly through my shirt.

“And these,” he whispers to me, nibbling the shell of my ear. “They’ll get so heavy, so full.”

Hank groans behind me as my body clenches. I’m so close, and with every new dirty thing he says, I get closer. I’m hurtling through space, the straps digging into my ankles and hands keeping me rooted to the earth. He stands back up and grabs my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh.

“There we are,” he says as my orgasm weaves up my throat, through my hands. I’m screaming now as he ravages my body like I’m a limp doll. “Come all over my cock. Suck me dry.”

Then, the world explodes. Hank is grunting, “Yes, yes,” while I convulse, completely overtaken by my bliss. He keeps going, drawing it out further, sending fresh new echoes through me. I can’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth, and then he growls, “I hope you’re ready for all of it.”

When he comes, he thickens up so full inside me that I clench the grips on the bench as tight as I can, holding on for dear life as he spurts, one warm jet after another, the pump of his hips punctuated by his moans.

He slowly comes to a stop, still encased fully in me, both of us breathing hard in rhythm.

I’m pulsing around him, and he’s twitching in return.

“Maybe we have time for one more,” he hums, experimentally reeling his cock back just to slowly push it in again, causing cum to gush down my thighs and onto the bench. I’m already so electrified that I arch into him, and we start a second time.