Page 21 of Breeding Season

Taur didn’t pause. He slid me up and down his length, speeding up when he felt my body tense up.

“You. Going. To come. On. My. Cock. Again?” he mocked. The words out every time I dropped on his cock, taking every inch.

“Yes, Taur. I’m so fucking close,” I moaned.

“Come for me,” he demanded as his cocks split.

“Fuck!” I cried out. My body obeying. I convulsed around him as stars danced across my vision. He placed me on the floor. My face against the bloodied earth as he grabbed my hip. A clawed hand moved down, sliding over my sensitive nub. I jerked, greedily jerking my hips, trying to meet him as he rubbed it mercilessly. Then he moved, his cocks spearing in and out of me as he thrust into me. He fucked me brutally. His hips driving into me as he refused to stop until I gave him everything I had to give.

“Give it to me,” he commanded, his voice raw, close to breaking.

“What?” I rasped on a moan.

“Give me your milk,” he growled. I gasped as his hands disappeared around my hips and reappeared around my breasts. As his cocks worked my tight pussy, I felt it, my breasts became heavy.

“You going to take my knots while I milk you?” he snarled.

“Oh, yes,” I cried out as his knots thickened, filling me, locking me as milk leaked from my breasts. His hands worked my breasts, milk squirting into the dirt and stone beneath me. I let out a scream as he thrust deep, lodging his knots as far into my guts as possible.

“So good,” he groaned as he emptied himself. Gush spurted into me, filling me, leaking down my thighs. I was pushed over the edge as a final orgasm shook me to my core, pulling an exhausted sob from my lips. When his cocks stopped pumping into me, they combined and pulled off me. His cum gushing out as he flipped me over. He ran his tongue up my thigh, licking uphis seed. I twitched as it ran over my pussy, then over my violet veins, and rolls. He worked my breasts, suckling them, licking up every last drop before he pressed a kiss to my neck.

The bond had gone from a raging storm to a heavy calmness. The chaos of the Market Block was now a dull roar as the others finished. He pulled my limp body into his arms, his soft fur pressed against my cheek as he got to his feet. He bent his head low, his head resting against my temple.

“You are claimed. Mind, body, and soul, Pele. You are mine.” His voice a low rumble in my ear. I looked up into my Minotaur’s big, brown eyes. Despite the Herd surrounding us and the aftermath of the battlefield, they swam with a tenderness reserved for me.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice raw and broken, but completely honest. “I’m yours.”