Page 18 of Runaway Hucow

The first pale stream of fluid burst from his tip with such force that it arced straight over Tess’s head and landed in the water behind her. The second caught her full in the face, blinding her. She gasped and sat back on her haunches, as more thick ropes splattered across her chest and stomach. Had her sex not been submerged beneath the surface of the water, the seed would have hit her there too.

When the eruption finally seemed to be over, Tess opened her eyes.

The bisonman was kneeling in front of her, and his cock was still hard as the last of his fluid oozed out of his tip. A slow smile spread across his strangely handsome face, and Tess smiled back.

“I didn’t know there was going to be so much,” she said. “You must have been storing that up for a while.”

“Longer than you know, ma’am. But now I’ve gone and made a mess all over you. I’d better get you cleaned up.” He stood up and looked around, as if scanning their surroundings for danger. When he seemed satisfied that they were safe, he said, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Tess watched him climb the short slope back up to the entrance of their cave. She admired the way his hard, round backside flexed when he walked. She was no meat-eater, but that behind looked good enough to sink her teeth into.

Once he had disappeared inside the cave, Tess looked down at her chest, which was soiled with the bisonman’s seed. The stuff was pale and creamy looking, like her milk, but it was a whole lot thicker, and it clung to her skin like honey.

She couldn’t resist tasting it.

Tess swiped some with her fingers and brought it to her lips. She moaned as the flavor of it filled her mouth. She’d heard it said that the food a hucow ate could change the flavor of her milk. Now that she’d tasted Spike’s “milk,” she knew the same was true for minotaurs. Underneath the initial saltiness, she could taste the entire prairie inside him—the bitterness of grass, the sweetness of the wildflowers, even the earthy richness of the soil. None of those elements would have been particularly pleasant on their own, but mixed together inside the bisonman’s sticky cream, they formed a potent flavor that Tess loved.

She was about to have another taste, when she heard Spike reemerging from the mouth of the cave. He was still naked as the day, and his cock was still mostly hard, bobbing back and forth as he descended the hill toward her. When he got closer, Tess saw he was carrying something in his hand.

It was a block of soap.

“I saw it last night when I was rooting through those saddlebags,” he explained. “I reckon it might come in handy now.”

Tess rose, and together they waded out into the stream. The water was swift, but not too deep. Even in the middle, it only came up to the bottom of her breasts. She ducked below the water to wash away the mess Spike had made on her face and hair, and she came up feeling refreshed. The bisonman worked the chunk of soap into a lather, which he spread over her back and shoulders and chest. It was just a simple tallow soap, and whoever had made it had not bothered to prettify it with orange blossoms or lavender, but the suds felt wonderful sliding over her bare skin. Spike lingered over her breasts longer than was necessary to get them clean, but Tess didn’t complain.

Nor did she complain when his hands moved below the surface of the water. He cleaned her thoroughly, scrubbing the soap all over her bottom and her thighs. At last, his fingers found their way between her legs. Tess gasped as his fingertip brushed against her clitoris, which was as hard and sensitive as her nipples.

Spike paused for a beat, then touched her there again… and again… until soon he was rubbing her there with a deep, steady rhythm.

“I think… it’s clean,” Tess managed to say between moans.

The bisonman just chuckled from deep within his chest. “I’ll be the judge of that, ma’am.”

Tess closed her eyes and leaned into him as the heat and tension welled within her, so similar to the sensations Spike had triggered inside her breasts a few minutes before, but even more intense. When her climax finally came, her whole body quaked with the force of it, and she let out a sharp yelp of pleasure that echoed over the surface of the water.

Then his lips came crashing down against hers as he claimed her mouth in another dominating kiss.

When they had kissed a few minutes ago, Tess had tasted her own milk on the minotaur’s tongue. She wondered if this time he could taste his seed on hers. If so, he didn’t seem to mind.

It was several minutes before they finally headed back to shore.

Spike’s britches were lying on the ground where he’d taken them off earlier, but the roughspun sack Tess had been wearing was nowhere to be seen. After a moment, she realized it must have ended up in the water, and the current had carried it downstream. Not that she was going to miss that dirty old thing, but still she needed something to wear.

“Don’t worry,” Spike told her. “There are extra clothes in those saddlebags up in the cave. They’ll be a mite big for you, but I reckon they’ll do for today. Come on, let’s go have a look.”

“Do we have to go right now? Maybe we could rest here for a little while.”

She wasn’t the least bit tired, and rest was the furthest thing from her mind. Based on the way Spike’s cock suddenly jumped at her words, she could tell he felt the same way, but he gave his horned head a reluctant shake.

“I wish we could, ma’am, but we’ve got a far piece to travel today, and I want to make it back to the cottage before nightfall. My brothers will be worried about me. And they’ll be excited to meet you.”

Tess remembered the deal they had made last night in the cave. She had agreed to stay at Spike’s cottage with him and his two brothers for two weeks. After everything that had happened this morning, the thought of staying with Spike was a lot less terrifying, but Tess wondered what his brothers would be like. Would they be envious of their brother bringing home a hucow? Would he be jealous and protective of her? She guessed she would just have to wait and see.

As Tess and the minotaur made her way back up to the cave, another memory stole over her, and it made her blood beat fast and hard. It was the dream she’d been having this morning, just before she’d woken up.

A dream of being shared by three brothers.

CHAPTER 11