Chapter 6
Cassie
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
I just had the best orgasm of my life, and his cock isn’t even in my pussy yet.
I could only catch his vague, grey silhouette out of the corner of my eye, but it was enough to see how huge he is. His hands span my full ass, which is saying something.
When I start to shake with sensitivity, his hands knead into my ass, soothing and guiding. His tongue gentles, then slowly slides out.
My body buzzes with heat and pleasure. I don’t know if it’s his musky scent or his hot breath or how much porn I watched today, but I’m still far from sated.
I don’t have to worry. Brutus’s thumbs slide into my cunt and pull me open.
I moan and arch my back. Fuck, it feels so good. I need it, I need his cock, I need to be filled, I—
“Please, I need it!”
There’s a snort, and his grip tightens, gaping me further.
Then I get what I asked for. His cock slams into me, blunt and thick. There’s no warning, no adjusting to the incredible girth, just the sudden, hard stretch of my inner muscles.
I cry out at the pain-laced pleasure. It burns deliciously. I need to get his flare in, then I can adjust.
“Does it hurt?” he grunts, concerned voice low and gravelly.
“More,” I gasp. “Give me more!”
He growls and thrusts, shoving in another measure. Hot breath falls across my back and shoulders. “Fuck, you’re tight…”
“Oh my god…” I melt into the bench, groaning. Every throb of his cock sends my nerves dancing.
His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, and he pulls me slowly further down his cock. “I-if it’s too much… I’m not going to be able to stop if…”
“I don’t care if it breaks me in half,” I choke out. “I need your whole fucking cock inside of me.”
With a low, hungry growl, he thrusts again, ramming into my cervix.
I cry out with mind-blanking pleasure. A thicker swell pops past the muscles of my entrance—his medial ring.
This is only half his cock.
I cling to the breeding bench as if it’s the only thing keeping me on this plane of existence.
Fuck, he’s so thick… it’s perfect…
It never feels this good to have something so deep unless I’m ovulating. And that’s not until… I do the math.
Shit, wait.
I’m totally ovulating.
For the first time in over a year, I stopped checking my cycle every day. It slipped my mind when I booked this appointment; I figured it’d take them longer to get me in.
I hadn’t bothered with contraception because, to be entirely honest, I was feeling sorry for myself. The version of me that booked this appointment thought it’d be my inevitable shit luck to be one of the few women that not even a minotaur can impregnate.
But as his cock rams deep, and his rich, musky scent washes over me, I feel certain of a different truth.
This bull is absolutely going to get me pregnant today.
Something velvet-soft bumps my shoulder, and I startle before I realize it’s his muzzle brushing across my skin. As he nuzzles me again, I relax. The warmth radiating from his body soothes me. His hand braces against the bench right in front of me, and it’s bigger than my entire head.
I whimper, arching my back, trying to get more of him inside me.
He gives a breathy laugh, flicking his tongue against my ear. “So eager,” he growls.
“I need it,” I hiss, inhibitions gone. “I need you to rail me…”
“You’ve got to adjust to my cock first, baby.” His warm hand rubs my back. “You’re a vice.”
I whimper, clenching needily.
Brutus groans. “Especially when you do that.”
“Sorry…”
His velvet nose brushes my cheek. “Don’t apologize. Just relax for me, baby.”
The words seep into my brain and bloom along my spine, melting me.
Brutus shifts his hips, sliding in deeper. “You’re plenty wet, I’ll give you that. You were really this eager for my cock?”
“Yes!”
“So, you like minotaurs that much—”
“You,” I gasp out. “Just you…” I don’t know why it feels so important for me to say that, and it’s probably against policy, but my filter melted away three thrusts of his cock ago.
He must like hearing that, because he grunts as his hips thrust. His blunt tip slams against my cervix, sending orgasmic pleasure rippling through my core.
“Yes, fuck yes—”
My words fall apart as Brutus pulls back and slams into me again.
I arch my back needily, pushing into him to force him deeper.
He’s still holding back, trying not to hurt me.
I shake and wriggle, unable to tolerate the aching stretch at this slow pace.
Urgency rises within me. I need… There’s something I need…
He pauses, trembling. “Are you alright, baby?”
A whimper fills my throat. I need… I need…
“I need you to breed me!”
Brutus’s hips buck forward, and with a low groan, he drives into me.
“Yes—harder—yes!”
Pleasure overflows my brain as Brutus thrusts with a punishing pace, dragging his flared head through my pussy.
His medial ring pops in and out of my entrance, stimulating the sensitive nerves there as the edge of his flare digs into that perfect spot just short of my cervix.
The pressure and fullness are incredible. I wail, unable to contain the ecstatic sensation.
Creaking and thumping fill the room as the Brutus drives me into the breeding bench.
Heat coils sharp at my center, surprising me. I’ve never been able to cum just from penetration. Then again, I’ve never been penetrated by a Minotaur cock the size of my arm before.
The next time his cock rams into my cervix, a cry breaks from my lungs, and I scream as the orgasm grips my core.
If I could form words, I’d beg Brutus not to stop.
Either he knows, or he couldn’t stop anyway. As my cunt clenches around him, he continues driving through me, redoubling my pleasure with each drag of his cock.
I melt into the bench, beyond sanity.
My pussy gushes, and every thrust makes a wet, lewd noise.
The massive grey bull bends low, and his hot breath falls across my back as he snorts and grunts. His cockhead flares inside me, throbbing.
Heat pours into me, held by the tight seal, and I swear I can feel it filling my womb.
The clench of my muscles traps his flare, forcing his thrusts to shallow. That throbbing swell centers over that same perfect spot just shy of my cervix, and I tumble into another mind-melting orgasm, sobbing and clenching around his length.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, deep voice falling over me. “Ngh… milk my cock…”
His huge, warm hand slides under my cheek, cradling me. The slow, deliberate rock of his hips keeps cum pouring into me in hot spurts.
I moan, melting into his palm.
“How are you doing, baby?” he asks. “You done?”
It takes me a moment to gain enough control of my breathing to talk. Once I do, I blurt, “Don’t you dare stop until I’m pregnant!”
“Oh, baby,” he groans. His cock throbs, pumping more heat into me. A low, gravely laugh falls over my neck. “You want twins?”
Oh, fuck. My eyes roll back and I shake as I cum again.
Brutus slides his hands under me from behind, gripping my breasts. Tingling pleasure zips through my nipples.
“If you want more, we’ve gotta give this belly room to grow.”
Brutus easily picks me up without removing me from his cock, then spins me around, laying my back against the bench.
Fuck, he’s strong.
Now I can see his face clearly.
His thick grey fur is soft where my calves rest against his muscular shoulders, and long lashes veil those dark, kind eyes. His hands wrap my thighs, broad enough to dwarf them. Curved horns sweep upward from his brow and end in wicked points.
He’s gorgeous.
I want our child to have his eyes.
At the thought, my pussy clenches needily.
He lets out a soft snort and pulls me onto his cock.
“Let me show you what you’ll look like pregnant with my babe.”
My back arches as Brutus braces over me, thrusting hard and deep, and his thumb circles my clit.
“O-oh, fuck…”
“That’s it, baby. Fall apart for me…” He shudders, lashes fluttering. “I have so much cum for you…”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please!”
Brutus strikes up an unrelenting rhythm, and I couldn’t stop my gasps and cries of pleasure if I wanted to. Holy shit, he’s so thick, stretching me with each throb. Every breath is a moan as incomprehensible ecstasy explodes through me.
“Oh, baby girl… here it comes…” His grip tightens as his cock swells again, pumping fresh into me.
I can feel and see my belly swell to contain it all.
I really do look pregnant.
That’s the last conscious thought I muster before Brutus’s thrusts and throbs melt my brain entirely, and my awareness fades to nothing but the smell of him and ripples of endless pleasure.