Chapter 7
Brutus
She’s perfect.
She’s everything.
I want to cherish her for the rest of my life.
I don’t even know her name.
My cock certainly isn’t bothered by that as I pound into her. Hot breath pours from my lungs as pleasure tightens around my base, and I burst again.
Every throb of my flare is met with her vice-like heat, and it makes me cum even harder. My balls have never been this tight; I’ve never cum this hard.
And still, I have more for her.
Her body begs for it, with needy moans and desperate clenches. It almost pains me to see her so urgent.
“It’s alright, baby. You’ll have everything.”
Her chest heaves with pleasure and overwhelm. I don’t think she’s entirely processing my words, but my voice seems to soothe her.
My breath catches with a ragged stutter as my cock pulses through another climax. Her belly is taut with pressure, her womb full of my cum. Finally, no more can fit. Heat gushes around my flare as the seal gives way.
The pressure sends it pouring from her cunt, puddling on the ground.
She whines with distress, and I cradle her head. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I have more.”
True to my word, my cock throbs, and I grunt as another pulse gushes through her. I straighten my legs, supporting her hips with my hands so gravity keeps my cum pooling in her womb.
She looks up at me through half-lidded eyes, warm brown like chestnuts. Her dark curls sprawl around her head, and her full breasts rest on her chest over the perfect swell of her belly.
She’s a goddess.
I want to worship her for the rest of my days.
I shudder as another orgasm works its way through me. At this point, each climax runs into the next as my balls spasm and pump.
My cum overflows her tight pussy, pouring out around my cock as I throb.
I grip my base, using my hand against her to tighten the seal, pushing my cum back in as the pressure makes her womb stretch. Minotaur semen has many benefits, including increasing elasticity, which is why she’ll be able to recover from taking a cock as large as mine.
As my balls throb, I rest my palm on her belly. She’s so small, so precious, yet able to take so much.
Surely, I’m not so pathetic as to fall for the first woman I’ve stuck my dick in since my days as a rowdy young bull.
Surely, she’s special.
Only you, she said.
What did she mean?
I can’t think about that. If I think about that any longer, I might never let her walk through that door and out of my life.
With one last throb, my cock finally stills. Slowly, it begins to soften, but it’ll hold my cum in her a while longer.
I reach down and cradle her head, running my thumb along her beautiful, round cheek.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ve got you.”
Her unseeing eyes flutter, and she moans quietly.
What a beautiful child she’ll make.
Grief jolts through my heart at the thought of never seeing them.
She sighs and nuzzles into my hand.
My cock softens and recedes. I pull out, letting free a gush of silky white.
She moans quietly, and I replace my cock with my fingers, pressing my cum back into her.
“Yes,” she sighs, sleepily rubbing her hand against her cheek. “Please, I need all of it…”
Time is running out. I can only linger here so long now that my job is done. If there’s anything I want to leave her with, anything I want to say to the woman who will bear my child, the woman I’ll never see again… Now is the time.
I lean down and kiss her forehead with my snout. “You’re perfect, baby,” I murmur. “You’re going to be such a good mother…”
Those words seem to reach her. She looks at me like I just gifted her the moon, eyes misty. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I start to withdraw my fingers.
“Don’t leave,” she breathes. “Don’t leave yet. If… that’s allowed.”
I hesitate, then give a small nod. “Yeah. No problem.”
With my fingers still plugging her, her eyes flutter shut and her breathing evens towards sleep.
Poor little thing must be exhausted.
When she’s fully relaxed, I ease my fingers out of her. She sighs, but doesn’t protest. My cum pours out after, especially as I gently lower her from her awkward position with her hips above her head.
I scoop her up in my arms, then sit back against the bench, which is sturdy enough to hold even my weight. My nose settles against her soft hair, and my eyes slide shut as I breathe in her scent, memorizing it.
I may never see her again, but I’ll never forget her.
As her breath evens and deepens, a melody rumbles in my chest. It’s the lullaby my mother used to sing to me. Maybe… Maybe she’ll remember it and sing it to our babe.
After a while, there’s a quiet knock on the door.
“Come in,” I say.
In my arms, she hardly stirs.
The door swings open, revealing Cerulean, an adorable water nymph. Staff and regulars call her Roo.
“Just checking in,” she whispers, peeking over at the woman in my arms. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. She’s just tuckered out.”
The nymph giggles. “Good job. Told you that you’d be a good stud.”
“Thanks, Roo.”
“Want to help her shower?”
My ears twist forward with eagerness. I don’t have to leave her yet? “Is that allowed?”
Roo wobbles her head. “Client coordinators have discretion for this sort of thing. The schedule’s pretty open today, so nobody else will need the shower room for the next hour.”
The nymph grabs the robe hanging by the door, then beckons me through the client door, and I duck through the smaller frame.
I follow her up the hall to the shower room. It’s tiled in fresh white marble and accented with natural teak for something in-between spa and rustic. There are four individual stalls, each with a changing room that leads into a private shower.
Roo sets some fresh towels on the bench in the changing room. “Unless she says otherwise, try to keep her hair dry. Here.” Roo grabs a hair tie from a jar on the counter, and I lean down so she can carefully secure my love’s curls into a pouf on the top of her head.
My love. I should think of her as our client. But I’ve utterly and totally failed at this, despite Roo’s encouragement.
The nymph continues. “She didn’t list any allergies or skin sensitivities, so feel free to use as much body wash as you need.”
“It… might be a lot.”
Roo giggles. “That’s why we order in bulk. Don’t worry about it. Feel free to wash yourself too.”
“Right. Thank you, Roo.”
“No worries, big guy. Holler if you need anything.”
Roo waves, then heads back into the hall. I squeeze into the tiny shower stall and decide it’ll be easier to sit on the cold tile than to stand. I can easily reach the shower’s controls, even from the floor.
I put my back to the shower head, shielding my charge from the water that first runs cold, then hot. When it’s soothingly warm, I lean gradually out of the way, letting the water fall on her skin.
She sighs and leans into my chest.
As I ease her upright, more of my cum pours out of her. I gently massage her stomach to free more of it, lathering her with the lightly scented body wash.
Careful to keep her hair dry, I rub her down, washing away the sweat and fluids. I cup each of her full breasts, which hang beautifully over her round stomach. Breasts that will soon feed our babe.
Her babe, I remind myself.
Tempting as it is to leave my cock untouched, I wash it well. My memories will be torment enough; if I can still smell her after she’s gone, I might do something thoroughly unwise.
My love stirs and slides her arms around my neck, resting her cheek against my collarbone as she sighs.
My heart shatters.
I wrap my arms around her and rest my cheek against her head.
Her fingers sink into the fur at the back of my neck. She takes a deeper breath, then stirs and leans back, rubbing her cheeks with her hands.
“Sorry, I got so sleepy…”
I brush a stray curl from her cheek. “That’s alright.”
“Thanks for washing me.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Why would I be?”
“Just… wanted to be sure.”
The most perfect little smile crosses her gorgeous face. “That’s sweet.”
“Least I could do.”
Her eyes sparkle. “Hey, do you… want to go out for ice cream sometime?”
I can’t breathe. Does she really want to?
The answer I’m supposed to give teeters on the tip of my tongue. I don’t think that’s allowed.
But if my love wants something, I dare anyone to get in my way.
A wide smile pulls across my snout. “Yeah. I’d love to go out for ice cream sometime. How’s today?”
Her cheeks tint a gorgeous shade of pink. “I don’t have anywhere to be.”
I turn off the water, then pull her to my chest and stand. “Let’s get you dried off.”
“Oh, I can—” She reaches for a towel.
I snatch it up first, holding her to me with one arm. “You can. But you won’t.”
She laughs, and the sound is sweet music. “Why not?”
“Because I want you saving that energy for our babe.” The words are out of my mouth before I realize it.
Her eyes widen, stricken.
Regret coils in my gut. No, I’ve ruined everyth—
She grabs my muzzle and presses her lips to mine.
My tongue parts her mouth, and she moans, sliding her hands up my cheeks to bury in the fur at the back of my neck.
Her taste is everything, and she sucks my tongue before dragging her teeth across my lip.
I grunt, sliding my fingers through her soft hair.
Her hands rove higher, and she grips one of my horns.
I jolt and grunt as my cock throbs in its sheath. My lips brush hers as I speak. “Careful, or you’ll end up full of my cock again. Then we’d really be in trouble.”
She giggles, and I already love her naughty streak. “They’re that sensitive?”
I brush my nose against her lips and cheek. “I’ll show you just how sensitive they are. Soon.”
Her breath catches. “When you said ‘our babe’…”
My grip tightens around her as I rub the towel down her back. “However much of your life you’re willing to share with me, I’ll take it.”
Those wide, brown eyes shine up at me. “What about all of it?” Then she catches herself. “Sorry, that sounded crazy, I just—hormones are—”
I silence her by pressing my thumb across her lips. “I would be overjoyed.”
She softens beautifully for me, and I dry her neck and shoulders. Without putting her down, I dry us both, then wrap her in her robe.
My love braces her hands against my chest, giving me a sassy look. “Will I be allowed to walk ever again?”
I laugh, carrying her out of the shower stall. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
Sheepish but pleased, she loops her arms around my neck and tucks her forehead against me.
I pick up the copy of Playbull I found rolled in the robe’s pocket.
“What’s this?” I wave it in the air in front of her.
The warmth of her blush blossoms against my skin. “Nothing! It was just in the drawer… for getting ready…”
I chuckle and toss it into the trash can. “Well, you won’t need it any more, then. If you ever want to see minotaur cock, you have mine.”
“You can’t always be around,” she quips back.
I take her chin between my thumb and knuckle. “I can be, and I will be. Whenever and wherever you need me.”
Her pulse flutters under my touch. Those wide brown eyes search mine. “I’ve never made a decision without an extensive checklist…”
I slide my thumb up her jaw, chuckling. “And I’ve never made one without a spreadsheet.”
She giggles, suddenly giddy. “We really are perfect for each other.”
I ruffle her hair. “You don’t have to make any choices yet. Let me prove myself to you.”
She beams. “Okay. Challenge accepted.”
“Starting with… What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
“Rocky road.”
A draw a sharp breath past my teeth, smiling as I carry her out of the shower room. “That might be a deal-breaker.”
“Oh?”
“We’ll be fighting over the carton. It’s also my favorite flavor.”
Her fingers play through my fur. “Any other burning questions?”
“Just one. What’s your name?”
Her beautiful, wild laugh fills the hall. I hear it in her voice—how crazy and perfect this feels. “Cassie.”
“Hmm… Cassie…” I roll her name over my tongue, loving how it tastes.
She shivers in my arms.
“Oh?”
Cassie blushes. “I just… liked how that sounded…”
“You’ll be hearing it a lot.” Based on my memory of the building, I carry her out through the nearest exit. The cafe has rocky road. Roo can help her find her clothes later.
If Cassie showed any discomfort, I’d adjust my plan, but she’s totally at-ease against my chest.
“Is Brutus your real name?”
I chuckle. “It is. Is that a problem?”
“No. I like it.”
“Good. Now, let’s get you fed. You have a babe to grow, after all.”