Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
GALATEA
At that moment, the Professor steps out of my bathroom, freshly showered. His gaze finds mine, and I watch as his cock rises yet again, and it brings a delighted smile to my face.
This arrangement shall work out nicely. He’s just as insatiable as I am.
I suppress a giggle as he tries to adjust the small towel to fit around his waist and muscular thighs and straining erection
“Have a seat,” I invite, gesturing to the table.
He takes a seat, and I realize I should have conjured larger chairs.
I usually do not have to accommodate for someone of his size.
But watching him squeeze into it reminded me of those sappy toy commercials where a father is sitting down to his toddler’s tea party.
Asterios is so much larger than… well, everything.
Asterios sniffs the air as we sit across from each other. “This smells amazing, but what is it?” He reaches down and selects a strip of steaming roast beef, eyeing it curiously.
“Oh shit!” I quickly snatch it from his hand and pop it into my mouth.
“What was that?”
“Mmoffing,” I say around a mouthful of delicious meat that practically melts in my mouth. I magically blink the rest of roast beef out of existence.
“It was something. What the hell is it?” He glares at the table. “Where did the rest of it go?”
Swallowing, I let out a sigh. “It’s beef.”
“What’s... beef?”
I blink, realizing he doesn’t have a clue what the word meant. “Beef is, you know...” I brace myself for his utter dismay. “…um…cow.”
“C-COW!? You’re eating cow?” He quickly moves away from the table, horrified. “Why the hell would you eat that?”
“We eat cows here. And I love steak as much as I love dick— well, your dick, anyway.”
He looks at war with himself, both pleased and appalled. “That’s disgusting.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I’m human. Beef, aka cow, tastes good.” I shrug. “What do you eat in your universe?”
“Fish, chicken, pigs— we don’t eat the primates!”
“Well, just know that I will never pass up rapey-minotaur Rocky Mountain oysters either.”
“What’s that?”
“Bull testicles.”
“Do you mean you actually eat…” He gags. “You eat those?”
“Well, I will if I castrate them. Why waste the organs?”
“You’re a cannibal.”
“The hell I am.” I sit down and take a drink of wine. “I’m not eating my own kind.” Fuck it. I gulp down the whole glass. “It’s way worse.” I blink up at him prettily. “I’m actually fucking my food. You should be on a plate.”
He’s growls, offended.
I put down my empty glass. “I’m kidding. Kind of. I mean, I try not to eat higher-evolved creatures, but if it pisses me off enough, I will.”
“You’re an evil witch.”
“That’s evil goddess to you,” I bristle. “Thanks to your semen, I’ve been upgraded. Now, be a good boy, sit down and eat—”
A chime sounds in the air, indicating that I’m needed in the barn. Of course this would happen right now. Grr.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Stay here,” I say, wiping my mouth and standing up. “I’ll be back. I have some business to attend.”
He moves to follow me and I stop him, planting my hand against his chest. “Seriously. Eat.”
He towers over me, as if to intimidate me, and his cock juts my hip. He must have loss his towel when he rushed away from the beef. Goodness, it’s impressive.
“Please,” I say, eyeing his erection. “Everything you require for food is there. Refuel, because you’re going to need energy for later.”
I give him a wink and step through the magical archway leading to the barn, conjuring black sunglasses and an umbrella to protect me from the glare as I do. I’m too delicate for the sun.
At the barn, I slip in through the side door which takes me to the employee breakroom.
It was empty, strangely. It’s usually occupied by my farm hands due to the big screen television, comfy leather couches, cozy fireplace, expensive game consoles, fully-stocked kitchen, pool table, cow-skinned rugs, and more.
Nothing is too good for my staff.
As I draw closer to the center, I’m met with the sounds of mewling and groans of pleasure. I smile at the volume. At least my males sounded happy.
Though another door, I enter the main to see several rows of my bulls getting milked by my machines. I note that they are all enjoying the experience…
Well, all except one who somehow escaped his little stall and was running his naked ass around the barn, looking for a way to escape.
With a heavy sigh, I close my umbrella, take off my sunglasses, and put both aside.
My loyal farm hands, the little worker elves who help me run this place, are trying to wrangle the huge bull.
One frustrated elf pulls the cow prod out of his denim overalls.
Yikes. I’m sure this bull has never taken a zap to the balls before, but from what I’ve seen, it’s not a pleasant experience.
The move will down a minotaur in a heartbeat.
However, it will also make him unmilkable for a day or two. I’d like to avoid that.
“Mikey!” I call.
The wide-eyed minotaur turns to me. “I just want to go home,” he cries. “Please. I’m sorry! I should have never summoned you.”
I want to feel bad, but it’s hard to do so when these males call on me for the sole sake of using me for orgasms and expect to give me nothing in return. They think they are gift enough, which is laughable.
Mikey has been here longer because he is not as pure of heart as other bulls. I’m doing a good deed for all female minotaurs by keeping his whiny, minimal-effort-giving ass here in my barn.
I tsk and make my way over to him. I’m not worried for my safety.
All those who summon me know what will happen if they get violent.
Some have seen the minotaur heads on the breakroom wall, and some have seen me roll out a BBQ grill and make steaks for me and the farm hands. Either way, the message is clear.
I hold out my hand. “Take it, sweetie. I’ll put you back myself. Would you like that?”
The college student is on the verge of crying, but he puts his palm to mine and follows me back over to the stalls.
“Do you want to be on your back or over a padded sawhorse?”
“Back,” he murmurs.
I take him to a cot, help him lie down, and gesture to a blanket, to which he shakes his head. I then grasp his cock, which immediately hardens in my hand, and slip the teat cup over the rigid member.
Immediately, the vacuum pump turns on and the pulsator begins to squeeze and release his penis in a steady rhythm. As I reach for the straps to keep him bound to the cot, he gently reaches out and touches my hip to get my attention.
“When do you think I can go home?” Mikey quietly asks.
Before I can answer, a ferocious minotaur charges the stall. Wood explodes, the poor bull’s arm is ripped off, and blood rains upon me. The farm hands scream and run for their lives.
I turn to see an enraged Asterios holding the amputated limb, snarling at the crying bull who is about a minute away from death he is bleeding out so much so fast.
Apparently, steak was back on the menu.
I want to ask the professor how he escaped my bedroom because the magical arch shouldn’t have let him through, but he tosses aside the arm and drags me out of the stall before I can get the words out.
Looking over my shoulder, I see poor Mikey has left us. His wide, horrified eyes peer at nothing, his mouth gapped in a silent scream. But the milk machine keeps pumping away at his cock.