Chapter 4 #2
I come harder than I ever have in my life. I come like I’ve just exorcised a demon from my vagina. I come like every part of my body is exploding and Crusher is the only thing keeping me together, his tongue the only thing keeping my insides from exploding outside.
I might pass out. Like, I definitely time-warp through it, and next thing I know, Crusher is rubbing me far more gently, stroking, petting, making the softest lowing sounds against my pussy as he ever so carefully uses just the tip of his tongue to rim my entrance.
“What . . .” I start, but it’s mostly breath, and I’m not sure what else I was going to say. I lower my gaze back down to him, to those horns so big and broad and sharp and shiny, to the mop of hair and the giant eyes and the big pink nose.
To the tongue that licks one last stripe up my pussy before he presses his nose to me, gently this time, like a kiss.
I gather my breath in increments, and finally, he lifts his head again and says, “Is it always like that for humans?”
“N-no. That was . . . that was a lot.”
There’s a coy turn to the back of his mouth, a playful but dark smile. “You’re about to get a whole lot more.” He unfastens his pants, but before he pushes them down, he licks me once more. “Are all humans this sweet?”
“I, uhh, I don’t know. I’ve never . . . I’ve only been with men?”
“Do you know how sweet you are?”
My cheeks warm in a different sort of way. I wasn’t going to question the use of the word ‘sweet’, it’s just kind of one of those sexy talk things, but definitely not the word I’d use. “Oh, I mean, that’s not—”
He licks my lips. Forcefully. He pushes the tip into my mouth, exploring that only slightly less aggressively as he did my pussy, making sure I know exactly what I taste like on his tongue.
One of his hands goes to my neck, his smaller, hoofless thumb – dewclaw?
– wrapping around it, but only to stroke it and keep my head tilted right that when he experiments with pushing back to my throat, I can’t reflexively recoil.
It’s a controlling, possessive, dominant move, but it’s been years since I’ve been with a controlling, possessive, dominant man.
And he just made my soul shoot out my vagina, so I really can’t argue with his domination.
It’s a quick, playful flick at the back of my mouth, and any sort of threat that could come from it ends up just being another flutter in my core.
I barely even notice the rustling of fabric until something hard, broad, and long thumps against my stomach.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp when he withdraws his tongue, but his hand is still on my neck, so I can’t look down yet.
“You’re ready for this,” he says with the confidence of a man who’s never failed at anything in his life.
“That pussy of yours is so small, so tight, but it stretched so fucking good on my tongue. You’ll be able to handle this fat mino cock, and you are going to fucking love it.
But you’re going to have to ride me, okay? ”
Not okay, actually. That orgasm left me jelly. Full pillow princess mode.
He brushes his muzzle along my jaw. “Don’t look at me like that. You were about to die on my tongue, and that was just my tongue. So the first time, I’m going to lie right here, and you’re going to figure out exactly what you can handle.”
“F-first time?”
“Oh, yeah, this isn’t going to be the only time.
So you’re going to go nice and slow, and if you behave this time, if you’re a good little heifer and show me exactly what you can take, I’m going to ride you straight to the moon afterward.
You think you’ll like that? Getting fucked so hard by a giant mino cock you’re blasted straight to the stars? ”
No. I don’t know. Holy shit.
I nod.
Crusher flops onto the bed next to me, on a mound of pillows that props his back up.
He lifts one arm up over his head, pinning it to the wall with his broad horn, showing off his perfect build once more.
A man, a human man, even one with glamor abs from living in the gym, would get a couple flesh rolls in this position, but the light coat of fur hides anything less than perfect.
And does nothing to hide the massive, glistening, dappled, blunt-ended cock that stretches toward his chest.
“Oh, fuck no,” I whisper, not meaning to protest, but, like . . .
Fuck no.
What.
“Come on, Morgan, you just need to sit on it, that’s all.”
“Sit on it? I have to stand just to get over it!”
Crusher grins shamelessly. “Right? It’s fucking huge. Now giddy-up. This is what’s going to get you the big bucks.”
A crass reminder for why we’re here. But he’s also right; he’s offering enough money that I might be able to get my own place once this round of surrogacy is over.
Still . . .
“No, no, no, too late now. The way you screamed while I ate your pussy, you’ve already gotten a fan club.”
I blush hotly. I’m not usually so loud, I just forgot what was going on or something, I don’t know. But he’s right. It's time to do this.
I climb over him, he holds his cock in place. I straddle him as best I can, but my knees are bent at an unfavorable angle and the bed is soft, so I’ve barely felt the flat tip of his cock against my folds when I wobble and grab the minotaur by his horns.
He moos, he definitely moos, and his eyes roll back. “Moooooooooooooorgan, those udders are so fucking hot.”
Oh, right, my boobs are totally flopping around right now, even with the fabric pushing up beneath them. Right in his face.
“Thanks,” I huff, committing to holding his horns, and yeah, they’re what I need as I sink down.
It’s a lot of cock. That goes without saying.
And the blunt tip means there’s no more warming up now than there was when he jammed his tongue in me.
It’s definitely thicker than his tongue, so I feel the stretch immediately, and it’s hard to keep going.
But once I take the first couple inches and halt there, making sure I’m not going to hurt myself as long as I take it slow, he moves his hand from his cock to my hip, supporting me more.
“That’s it, little heifer. Look how well you take a big bull. Like you were meant for it.”
“Crusher,” I gasp. “It burns.”
“You are so fucking sweet. You take what you need, okay? I’ve got you.
” He gives a thoughtful sigh, like he’s debating something, like there are actual decisions to be made here, and I’m wondering if he’s thinking this isn’t the way to go about it at all.
One of the other women said one particularly well-endowed man — a centaur — notched his cock in her vagina just enough to hold them together and then masturbated. We might have to do that.
He frowns, looks around, I’m not sure at what, and then murmurs to himself, “Okay, it’s worth it this one time. There’s other angles.” He lifts his head to free his arm and takes my other hip. The weight is immediately taken off my legs.
I bend my knees a little more, feel my feet lift off the bedsheets, then he lowers me that fraction of an inch. He’s still letting me control how we move, but he’s holding my weight for me.
God, I love this man.
But, like, not that kind of love. He’s just a good man. A good lover. Frank is really lucky.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and he lights up at that, gives me another playful lick along the underside of my chin.
“You just keep holding my horns like that, and I’ll follow your lead.”
“Sorry.”
“No, no, sweet girl. You have no idea how good you feel. And look. Now I can do this.” His tongue swipes over one of my breasts.
That’s when it happens.
They’re hyper-sensitive, and the scrape of his tongue is enough to send a shiver down my spine.
And a spurt of milk onto his tongue.
He freezes beneath me. I don’t know if that’s a good sign. He juts his tongue out as far as he can, looks down at it. Sees the splashes of translucent white.
Then his tongue darts back into his mouth as his cock jerks hard enough I’m genuinely concerned it’s going to throw me like a bucking bull as he lets out the longest, deepest moo of pleasure.