Chapter Six
Asher
Evelyn smelled delicious.
It was so different from anything I’d experienced before. Adrenaline, arousal, apprehension, it was a heady concoction that took over my senses as I ran through the maze.
I’d left Gavin and Mason, each of us taking our own path, though mine was a bit different. Years of studying the game had led me to favor the exterior. I could go further with fewer turns, and if I knew Evelyn, I knew that she’d put her focus on distance over anything else.
The first grunt of annoyance had been wonderful to hear. Seemed Evelyn knew how to throw a bull off her trail long enough to trick them, and I couldn’t help the swell of pride. I wondered how she’d done it, what she’d used to coax them down the wrong path.
Silence fell over us again, and I continued in, taking the first turn in when my path forward ended. Her scent had long faded but was coming in stronger as I headed toward the center.
Only it faded again and I was back to going further.
Further and further, the crowd growing dimmer until I turned toward the center again and caught her scent. Strong, clearer, headier.
Loud hooffalls grabbed my attention, and I paused, listening as one of the other bulls raced a couple feet away. He was toward my left, and I wasn’t quite sure where he was heading, but I followed my path quietly toward the sound.
A shriek caught my attention, and I raced toward the sound. A disgustingly familiar bray sounded, and I hurried, not able to stomach the idea of Gavin getting his hands on—
Evelyn burst through the hedge twenty feet ahead of me, sliding onto the grass as she broke through one of the very small breaks that allowed for the runners to flee. Two horns came through after her, but slammed to a halt as the hedge refused to let him through.
Rookie mistake, but there’s a reason we didn’t ever speak about the little hideaway holes cut into the hedge to make for a better race. Plus, he should have known better than to try to follow. Instant grounds for disqualification.
Evelyn was up on her feet before I could move, running away from me, and I could feel my blood pumping through my body, my cock filling.
Now was my turn.
I raced after her, barreling down, scenting victory. I just needed to get to her, and everything would be okay.
Mason appeared around one of the turns just yards ahead of me. He was younger, faster, in much better shape, but I couldn’t let that stop me. No way was I letting anyone win her but me.
He glanced over his shoulder, nostrils flaring at the sight of me before he turned back toward Evelyn, just in time to watch her dive under yet another little runner’s hole in the hedge.
Mason slid to a stop, his hooves gouging into the earth to keep him from meeting the same end Gavin did, and I knew this was my moment.
“Duck!” I bellowed, not slowing my speed and watching him turn, his eyes widening in shock. But the bull did what I wanted him to do, crouching down and ducking his head to protect his horns—and leaving his back the perfect board to jump the hedge.
It had been the winning move my second year, Heath using me as a springboard to snag the runner and leave me in the dust. I’d been furious at the time, angry to be bested by the returning legacy, but had grown to appreciate the move over the years.
That was the rule about the race; you had to watch to learn the tricks of the trade, and most stopped watching once they won.
My hoof hit his back, the momentum of my run pushing me up, and I felt what had to be an accidental boost from him as I leapt off and over the hedge. No way would Mason have deliberately given me a solid chance to clear the hedge without hitting the greenery.
It didn’t matter whether he meant to or not; I landed, pivoting toward the woman as she scrambled to her feet, trying to run from me.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I snarled as I dove at her, clearing her off her feet as we sprawled over the grass. “This is my little prize.”
I yanked down her shorts, and her scent exploded on the air, the sweet, tart flavor I hadn’t tasted in years. Part of me in the back of my mind wanted to hide her away from everyone else, for only me to enjoy, but that wasn’t the game. That wasn’t what we’d agreed to.
And that wasn’t what I wanted to do.
I got her shorts off one leg and dangling on the other when I lost patience and shoved my muzzle into her clothed cunt.
She was soaked, the wet fabric of her underwear sticky as I dragged my tongue up the length of her.
Her breath hitched, hips bumping up against me before she tried to struggle away.
“No.” I dove up, one hand in the center of her back, pushing her down and pressing her chest to the grass. I was careful not to hurt her, using the soft fur of my leg to push between hers and keep her safe from the brunt of my hooves. “You’re going to take it, and you’re going to like it.”
Her hips bumped against me at that, a little whine leaving her mouth, and I smiled.
I didn’t bother yanking down her underwear, catching the fabric and tearing it straight down so I could grind against her puffy, wet lips.
My shorts were thin, letting me feel every inch of her heat against the ridge of my cock, and while I was tempted to draw it out and tease her, the promise of victory was too sweet on the air to resist.
I tugged down my shorts, fishing my cock out and stroking it once before lining up.
“Are you ready?” I growled in her ear as I positioned the tip at her entrance.
Evelyn managed to nod, her hands gripping into the grass, and I pushed in.
Fuck.
I’d forgotten how perfect she was, how her small cunt gripped me as I forced the muscles apart, how the heat of her seared through me, warming me from my cock to my tail.
And the way her breath hitched, how she froze until the head popped in, and then she moaned out in a blast of air.
How her hips kicked up at me before she settled down, her legs spreading to accommodate my width.
And then, when I pushed halfway in, how adorable it was that she thought it was over.
I let her sit there, minimal thrusts to let her adjust, loving what was about to come.
“I forgot how good you feel,” she said, her words slurring, and I grinned.
“Then you’re ready for the rest.”
Her eyes flew open. “The rest?!”
Her walls gripped me as I slid out, and thrust back in, working myself deeper with each thrust until my balls rested against her protruding clit.
She trembled underneath me, her mouth open on a silent scream, her pussy milking me in the way I’d dreamed about.
“How does that feel now?” I asked, grinding against her plush ass so she would squeeze around me again.
“It’s too big,” she moaned, her hips shuffling away only to press back. Once, she’d described it as a hurt so good, and I learned that she liked the pain of the stretch, how her muscles ached from a good pounding.
Which was good for me, because I was growing closer to the end of my patience.
“Run from me again, and I’ll strap you in a harness,” I said as I tested her readiness, small thrusts that moved a few inches at a time. “Split you open on my cock and hold you on my chest, so all you can do is bounce on me for as long as I keep you strapped there.”
Her cunt squeezed me at that, making it harder to push in, but the gush of fluid helped guide the way.
“You like that?” I asked, adjusting my hooves to give me more leverage to fuck into her. “Like the thought of being my little fuck toy? Whose only purpose is to take my cum over and over until there’s none left?”
She loved that one, judging from the loud moan and the way she arched against me. There was a pulse of her hips that happened when she was barreling toward an orgasm, and I couldn’t wait to feel her gush on my cock.
“Take it, little girl.” I was getting close, too, my balls aching to empty, and I couldn’t wait to watch my cum flood down her thighs as it seeped out. “Come on my cock and milk out everything you can.”
“Asher,” she panted, rocking back against me, pivoting her hips until her next breath came out on a scream.
Almost there, almost there. I just needed her to come, and then I could finally let go.
I gritted my teeth and bore down, searching for the one thing to say that I knew would set her off.
“It’s going to be dripping out of you all day,” I growled.
“I’m going to make sure you leave a trail all the way to my room. ”
Evelyn detonated underneath me, her cunt squeezing me so tightly I had no choice but to bury myself in her and come.
I felt it down to my hooves, my cock pulsing load after load into her as her muscles milked me of all I had.
It was heaven and hell, her sweet moans under me as I ground down against her as deep as I could go.
I barely kept myself from collapsing onto her. I remembered sometimes she liked feeling that weight, but the ground was far less forgiving than a bed, and I didn’t want to crush her. I waited for her pulses to slow and her breathing to even out.
“Do you need me to give you a minute?”
She was silent through two breaths before she finally shook her head. “I’m good.”
It was a mess when I slid out, the gush of our combined fluids coating her thighs and dripping onto the grass as I pushed up. I waited for her to start moving before I helped her up. “Are you hurt anywhere?”
Another shake of her head, but she wobbled as she tried to take a step.
I swept her up in my arms, tucking her against my chest as I let her settle. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m sure a bath will feel wonderful.”