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Once it was thoroughly mixed, he said, “How about you, Peyton. Care to add a little of your cream to Tess’s breakfast.”

Peyton ran his fingers through his hair and grinned. “I don’t know if I can! This hungry little hucow just about sucked me dry. But… well, maybe I have a few drops left…”

He climbed onto the bed in front of Tess, and he gripped his cock around the base. Then he ran his fingers down the length of his shaft, squeezing it like a tube. What came out was more than a few drops. He added a nice, big dollop of pearled jelly in the middle of the oatmeal. Spike stirred that in too.

Then he lifted a spoonful up to Tess’s mouth.

“Open.”

“You’re going to… feed it to me?” Tess asked in disbelief.

“You said you wanted to taste it, ma’am. Now open.”

Tess opened her mouth, and Spike guided the spoon inside. She closed her lips around the mixture and tasted it, then moaned softly with enjoyment. The saltiness of the bisonmen’s seed was a perfect complement to the sweetness of the brown sugar and the tartness of the berries. Tess thought she might have to let the bisonmen season all of her meals in this fashion from now on.

“Does that taste good?” Peyton asked.

Tess nodded, then she said to Spike, “Can I have another spoonful, please?”

“Little hucow, you can have as much as you want.”

He scooped another spoonful and brought it to her mouth. Then another. Once he spilled a little on her chest, but Peyton swiped it up with his fingers and lifted them to Tess’s mouth so she could suck them clean. Then, as Spike continued feeding Tess her sinful breakfast, Peyton lowered his face between her open thighs and had a little breakfast of his own.

CHAPTER 17

“So… what do you think?”

“It’s incredible,” Tess breathed, unable to believe her eyes. “And so big. Can I… can I touch it, Peyton?”

Beside her, the bisonman chuckled. “Of course. You can do anything you want to it… well, within reason, of course.”

They were standing inside the cool shade of the barn which served as Peyton’s workshop. Tess had seen the outside of the barn yesterday, but this was the first time she’d actually been inside it, and the sight of what Peyton was working on in there took her breath away. After the special breakfast the minotaurs had given her, she didn’t think this day could get any more amazing, but apparently she had been wrong.

They’d gotten a bit of a late start on the day. Even after Tess’s oatmeal was gone (she had finished every spoonful), it had still taken her and the minotaurs a good half an hour to get out of bed. The brothers had milked her again, even though she barely had any milk left to give them. Then Tess had milked both of them again too, and they had produced almost as much as they had the first time. They made quite a mess of her, so when they were finished, they carried her out to the pond for a bath—and made her come three more times in the process.

By the time it was all said and done, Tess felt ready to go back to sleep again, but the bisonmen wouldn’t let her do that. They had a big day ahead of them, and besides, they couldn’t leave Roscoe’s bed in such a state of disarray, not when the eldest minotaur might be returning at any moment. So they had stripped the sheets off the bed, washed them in a basin with soap and water, and hung them up on a line beside the house to dry in the sun.

Then they’d taken Tess to the barn to see Peyton’s project. That’s where they were now.

The barn, Tess discovered, was not really a barn at all, even though it looked like one from the outside. There were no stalls or stables for animals, and instead of a hay loft, there were two wooden walkways running along both sides of the barn about fourteen feet above the ground and spanning the entire length of the building. Along these walkways, and on the ground level as well, were various work tables and carts laden with tools—wrenches, hammers, drills, clamps, screwdrivers of every shape and size imaginable—as well as great heaps of books and rolled up pieces of paper containing diagrams and building plans. Tacked up all around the walls were numerous maps of the United States, of Colorado, of the High Country and the Front Range and Pike’s Highest Peak. There was even a hand-drawn map of the secluded valley where the bisonmen lived.

This collection of items alone would have been enough to impress Tess, but it was the “project” dominating the entire space at the center of the barn that really took her breath away.

It was an airship.

A real, honest to goodness airship with an enclosed gondola for passengers, a pair of engines with big brass propellers, and an enormous egg-shaped balloon that took up most of the interior of the barn.

Airships were a common sight these days, and Tess had seen them buzzing across the sky many times, but this was the first time she’d gotten to look at an airship up close and personal before. From the raised walkway where Tess was standing, she could easily reach out and touch the side of the balloon.

“It’s hard,” she said in amazement.

“Yes’m. The Coppelius Mark II is what they call a rigid airship. It’s different from a hot-air balloon or a blimp, where the lifting gas gives the balloon its shape. It’s got a steel frame inside, and the whole thing’s covered in canvas that’s been doped with lacquer to keep the hydrogen from leaking out. Restoring the balloon has been the hardest part of this here project. It was busted up pretty bad when we found it.”

“You found this airship?”

Tess had been wondering how the bisonmen had come into possession of such an expensive piece of machinery. She would never have guessed they found it. Airships didn’t exactly grow on trees, after all.

“What was left of it,” said Spike, who was standing on the other side of her. “Actually, I guess you could say it found us when it crashed down in the northern part of the valley. That was about two years ago now. It was Roscoe who first saw the thing come struggling over the hilltops, flying low and smoking. We think they were trying to do an emergency landing, but they came down so hard that the whole thing smashed into two big pieces and a bunch of smaller ones. We got there only a minute or two after it touched down, but… well, the entire crew was already dead.”