Chapter 13 – Carmen
I've been having trouble with restlessness lately–mostly from boredom, I think. It is particularly bad today. I feel a bit overheated too. Enough that I'd had second thoughts about coming out into the paddock this morning.
My reactions today have also been a bit... more than usual. My nipples were more sensitive during my milking. I could feel my juices gathering and dripping when H'Nue was dosing me. My skin felt every bristle of the soft brush during my grooming and, mortifyingly, I almost dropped down to my elbows when he put my tail in. Thank God I managed to catch myself.
I wander out into the pasture, but although it's just as pleasant as usual, the idea of sunbathing doesn't hold my interest.
I notice that the hubull in the next field is pacing the fence with even more fervour than usual, but even that change in behaviour doesn't interest me for long.
As I drift around the field, I feel a bead of moisture run down the seam of my pussy from my entrance, and I'm very glad of the concealing tail.
Finally, something catches my attention and holds it.
M'Rin.
He is walking across the field towards me. Straight towards me, with no deviations. In fact, he is ignoring everything and everyone else but me.
My eyes are drawn to his partially erect cock, and today, it isn't intimidating at all. Everything in me yearns for him–for all of him.
He touches his nose to mine and inhales deeply, then presses our cheeks together with a gusty sigh.
“You're in season.”
Oh, well. That explains a lot. I'd known this was coming, and had listened to what to expect during my season, but had somehow missed how it would feel in the lead up. Like this, apparently.
I'm about to give him a 'what now?' look, but then I remember what happened in this very field three weeks ago. My instincts are urging me to do that again, and since I don't want him to pass me off to some other bull, I obey.
Ducking my head under his neck, I move across his body and pause with my rump under his chin, just like last time.
This time I don't even so much as flinch when he presses his nose to my pussy then licks along the length of the seam.
Instead, I hum and rock my hips to present to him more fully.
He gives a low rumble of appreciation and spends a few more moments licking me before spearing his thick, textured tongue into my channel.
I moan and lock my elbows to prevent my front from collapsing down. I can't stop myself from rocking back onto his tongue, however, but as his movements only get more vigorous, I assume he approves.
But then he removes his beautiful tongue and draws away from me.
I mewl with displeasure and try to follow him with my hips, but all I end up doing is sitting down on my heels.
He gives a husky chuckle and nudges me back up. “Come with me.”
At this point, I'd follow him anywhere, if only on the chance he might resume what he'd been doing.
He crowds my side as he leads me to a new part of the field, through a gate I've never noticed before, and down a laneway.
It's taking too long, and I'm still concerned about the possibility of being handed off to someone else. I nudge him impatiently, pressing my hip against his, in case he hasn't got the message.
“Almost there,” he murmurs soothingly.
I don't want soothing, I want... What do I want, exactly? I want his cock in me, obviously, but it feels like there is more to my need than that.
He leads me through another gate, a tall, solid one this time, and into a large enclosed grassy yard. He nods to someone, and a quick shoulder check reveals H'Nue. Huh, I hadn't even seen him there.
H'Nue quickly exits through the gate we came in and closes it behind him. He disappears from my thoughts just as swiftly.
Joy of joys, it's just the two of us here, and M'Rin shows no sign of leaving.
I press my face into his neck, breathing in his scent, then circle him, rubbing my cheek and shoulder along him like a cat. My confidence rises with each passing moment.
He rumbles, a pleased sound, and that rumble turns into a groan as I duck down to nuzzle his heavy cock.
It would be awkward if he wasn't so much taller than me when we are on all fours, but as it is, I can easily kiss and tongue his cock and balls. I'm rewarded with another groan and more swelling and lengthening.
Eventually, the insistent aching need below my tailbone overpowers the pleasure I find in making M'Rin moan and shudder, and I abandon his cock to move up his body.
I duck my head between his arms and crawl up between them, arching my back into his front. I halt directly underneath him, where it feels just right, but he crawls backwards until he can lick my pussy again.
I'm absolutely soaking. I can feel moisture pooling and dripping, and M'Rin laps it up greedily. He spears me with his tongue again, and this time I can't prevent myself from dropping down onto my elbows–which presses my nipples into the grass and pushes my pussy further onto his tongue.
He withdraws his tongue too soon again , which makes me grumble with displeasure.
He just kisses my ass cheek and says, “You really are perfect.”
The praise is very nice, and I know I'd revel in it at another time, but right now I need more. I shift on my knees and elbows impatiently.
He gives a pleased hum and finally–finally!–moves forward to cover my body again with his.
His chest slides up my back, and he follows the downwards slope of my spine until his face is nuzzled into my neck.
Drawing his head back slightly, he says, “I'm going to mount you now. It's going to be a stretch, so I'm going to go slowly. You just do what your instincts tell you to do. Slap your hand it if hurts and I'll readjust. Okay?”
I nod and slap my hand for good measure. The ache in my pelvis is becoming painful, after all.
He hums in approval and skims my neck with his nose. I'm about to protest the delay when I feel a very welcome hot hardness touch my pussy.
The touch turns into a press, and when his cock breaches my lips and notches at my entrance, I moan in approval, splay my legs wider, and drop down onto my shoulders. My breasts are a bit squashed and crowd up towards my collarbones. It's an awkward position, but I don't care.
“Perfect,” M'Rin croons as he slowly pushes forward.
The fat spongy head of his cock breaches my channel, and as he slowly presses in, I can feel my pussy spreading to accommodate him.
There is stretching, but it's of the most delicious sort. Like a luxurious morning stretch where the body aligns to how it should be.
He pulls back, but just as I'm about to whine, he slowly pushes back in–deeper this time. I moan, and he does it again. And again. And again, until I can feel the base of his cock pushing up against my pussy lips. He grinds into me, causing his ballsack to brush my thighs and the tail plug to press deeper into me.
It's sublime.
I try to further widen my knees, but he has them blocked with his legs. The resistance is delicious and my arousal spikes. I push against him and rock my hips needily.
He rumbles in approval and starts to move. His frame surrounds me, caging me in, so I indulge my desire to feel his strength holding me. I push and nudge at him as he slowly pistons his length in and out of me. At one point he pauses and confirms, “Yes?”
I mewl and wriggle encouragingly.
He gets the point and braces himself for me to push against while resuming his thrusting, his pace and power slowly increasing. Soon he is rutting into me hard, but not hard enough. The pressure of his cock and the plug are wonderful, but I need more, and I really wish I could tell him so.
I whine and meet his thrusts harder, and thankfully he gets the message.
“Yes,” he pants between thrusts. “Yes, sweetheart. Let me give you what you need. Let me–”
And he bellows, his hips slamming into mine and staying there as his body rolls above me. I can feel his balls pulse where they rest against me, and I can feel the heavy warmth of his come spilling into me. I whine again, my need not yet assuaged, and he shifts slightly. The change of angle shoots his come directly onto my cervix, and my entire body seizes, then unleashes. I buck and thrash against him as waves of pleasure surge through me.
He meets my movements and thrusts again as my body coaxes more come from his.
I collapse, wrung out, and M'Rin rolls us onto our sides, pulls out of me, then keeps rolling me until I'm on my back. He wedges a thigh under my butt and drapes my legs over his. To keep his come in me for longer, I suppose. I am too wrung out to care.