Page 17 of Runaway Hucow

“Do the other side,” she said.

Tess surprised herself with her own neediness. Yesterday, she would never have dared to make demands of the big, brutal bisonman. Luckily, he seemed more than happy to oblige her. He attacked her other nipple and started to drink, and before long Tess was riding the crest of another wave of bliss as she emptied herself into his mouth a second time.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked, when she was finally able to speak again.

“I’ve never done it before, ma’am. I was just doing what seemed natural, and paying attention to your body and what you seemed to like. Did it feel good?”

Tess bit her lip and nodded.

The bisonman lifted her, and claimed her mouth with his. She tasted her own sweet milk on his lips, and when she opened for him and let his tongue join with hers, she could feel so much passion stirring inside him, she feared he might make her climax a third time just by kissing her.

When they finally separated, Tess’s lips were tingling, and she felt out of breath, like she had just run a mile without stopping. She spread her fingers against the minotaur’s hard chest.

“I wish I could make you feel good, Spike.”

“The pleasure was all mine, ma’am. Nothing makes a minotaur feel better than satisfying his hucow’s needs.”

Tess cocked a brow. “You sure about that, big guy?”

She let her fingers move lower, gliding over the ridges of his hard abdominal muscles before settling over the even greater hardness between his legs. She traced the shape of him through the fabric of his trousers, and she felt him twitch and jump at her touch.

“Come to think of it, ma’am, there may be one exception.”

“Uh-huh.” She returned her eyes to his face and nibbled her lip. “Spike, you said last night that where you come from, a woman’s word is the law, correct?”

“Yes’m.”

“Well, this woman is telling you to take your britches off, right this instant.”

The bisonman gave her a mischievous smile. “Yes ma’am.”

Tess knelt in the shallow water as Spike rose and unbuckled his belt. Then he set to work unfastening his fly. Tess felt her pulse racing faster with each button that came undone. His britches were on him so tight, she had to reach up and help the bisonman drag them down his thick thighs, and when his cock finally swung free, the tip of it tapped her none too gently on the chin.

Tess gasped and sat back in the water to stare at it in wonder.

Now that it was out in the open, it looked even bigger than it had inside his pants. It was so big, it didn’t even stick straight out, but hung at a slight downward angle, weighted down by its own enormous mass. The shaft was long and meaty and covered in thick veins that throbbed with the rhythm of the bisonman’s pulse. It must have taken so much blood to fill that thing, it was a wonder he didn’t pass out.

The minotaur kicked his britches off his hooves and knelt down in front of her at the water’s edge. Tess just sat there for a moment, drinking in the sight of him in all his naked, bestial glory. Then she leaned forward and slid her hands over his powerful thighs until her fingers reached his groin. She didn’t grip him right away, she just petted him, letting her fingertips glide over the top of his shaft and marveling at the silky smoothness of his skin. She cupped his tip in her hand. It was so big it filled her entire palm. A little drop of clear nectar leaked from his slit.

It wants to be milked, Tess thought. Just like my breasts. Now it’s my turn to give the minotaur some relief.

She wrapped the fingers of her left hand around his base—it was so thick her fingertips didn’t even come close to touching—and she levered his heavy shaft upward. Then, with her right hand, she carefully pushed back the hood of foreskin surrounding his tip. His outer skin was dark like the rest of him, but inside it was shiny and pink, and it looked extra sensitive. There was a little upside down V where his head joined the underside of the shaft, and when Tess brushed her thumb against it, the minotaur shuddered and moaned.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Spike answered in a hoarse voice. “It does.”

A thrill tingled up Tess’s spine. The minotaur was a good two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and death, and she was just a lowly little hucow, but right now, she was in control of his pleasure. She could make him shiver or groan with just a touch of her fingers.

She tightened her grip on his shaft and started working both hands up and down his rigid length, twisting slightly with each stroke. She could feel his heartbeat throbbing against her palms, and even more sticky precum was bubbling out of the tiny little slit on his tip. She sent one hand down to cradle his big, firm balls, and she massaged them with her fingers, milking them the way he had milked her.

“I want to see it,” she whispered. “I want to see it come out.”

“It’s… about to… come, ma’am… just… don’t stop…”

Tess wasn’t about to stop. Not until she had seen the minotaur’s climax. She could sense it building within him. A tensing of the muscles. A quickening of the blood. She stroked him even more vigorously. She put her whole body into it. Her breasts bounced, and her forearms ached from the strain, but she kept going.

“Don’t… stop… it’s…”