Page 69 of Runaway Hucow

Most men wouldn’t be happy about catching their woman in bed with their own brother. Most men would react with harsh words, with tears, maybe even with bloodshed. But not Spike. As soon as he saw Tess and Roscoe together, his dark eyes lit up, and a big smile spread across his face. He leaned his shotgun against the wall and motioned to Peyton, who was standing just out of sight.

“Come here,” he said. “Look at this.”

Peyton appeared in the doorway beside his brother. He smiled too, and his eyes shone behind his spectacles.

“Well how about that,” he chuckled.

Tess’s face flushed with heat, but her embarrassment was quickly overcome by her happiness at seeing the two younger bisonmen alive and well.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she said as tears of joy welled in her eyes. “I was so worried you would get hurt.”

“Not a chance,” said Spike. “Neither one of us has a scratch on us. Can’t say the same for that would-be hucow thief, though. Chase led us right to him, just as Roscoe said he would. We caught up with him a little after sundown last night. We tried to take him alive so we could question him, but when we got close, he started shooting, so I had to give him a taste of my 4 gauge. We left his body for the harpies and brought his horse back with us.”

“Well done,” Roscoe said.

“What about you, brother? How’s your leg faring?”

“Tess got the bullet out and she stitched me up. It still hurts a little, but it’ll be as good as new in a few days. It seems our little hucow is quite the doctor.”

“Oh, I know,” Spike said, touching his arm where Tess had stitched him up that first night they had been together. That had only been a week ago, but the wound was already completely healed.

Beside him, Peyton smirked mischievously. “So, uh… I take it the two of you got along alright while we were away?”

Tess’s cheeks fired and her ears burned. Behind her, Roscoe chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body, especially between her legs, where he was still penetrating her with his cock and his knot.

“Show them,” the alpha purred. “Show my brothers how well we’ve been getting along.”

Spike and Peyton had moved into the room by now, and they were standing at the foot of the bed, watching. Both of them were sporting huge erections behind their britches.

Tess’s whole body felt like it was blushing now, but she did as the alpha told her and slowly pulled the covers aside, revealing her body and his. Roscoe was lounging with his back against the headboard, and Tess was sitting in his lap, impaled on his hard cock and plugged by his tight knot. She could still feel the warmth of the seed he had shot into her a little while ago.

“Wow,” Spike said.

“Wow is right,” Peyton agreed.

The two bisonmen came around and kneeled on both sides of the bed, their eyes filled with adoration.

“I let Roscoe come inside me,” Tess said nervously. The first time had been an accident, but the others had not. She watched Spike’s face, studying his reaction.

His eyes were full of joy. “That’s wonderful.”

“I was worried you might be upset.”

“Why would I be upset? Roscoe is my herd brother. His blood is my blood, and his seed is my seed. The same goes for Peyton. I love the idea of sharing you with my brothers, Tess. It just feels so natural, so right.”

Tess had to admit, it did feel right. A week ago, she never would have thought it was possible, but she loved being shared and protected by these three big minotaurs. Spike and Peyton moved in closer on both sides of her, and she kissed them both in turn.

Spike ran his fingers along her inner thigh, causing her to shiver with excitement. On the other side, Peyton fondled her breast. Roscoe’s cock throbbed inside her, and she knew the alpha was equally excited at the prospect of sharing her with his brothers.

Spike slid his hand down to play with her clitoris while Peyton lowered his face to her chest and started to suck her nipple. Roscoe had milked her more than once during the course of the preceding night, but Tess found she still had some milk to spare for the young minotaur, and it wasn’t long before she felt another climax coming on.

“That feels so good,” she said, writhing lightly on Roscoe’s knot. “You guys are going to make me come. You’re all going to make me—”

A piercing screech cut her off. The bisonmen immediately stopped what they were doing and listened. A moment later, the sound came again, and this time it was accompanied by a flash of golden feathers just outside the bedroom window.

“Chase!” Spike said. “I wonder what’s got him so riled.”

Roscoe shushed him. “Listen…”