Page 85 of Runaway Hucow

“Actually,” Shannon whispered. “I tested it on myself.”

“You tested it?” Tess asked.

Shannon nodded and blushed a little. “I had my mates brand me. Logan came up with the design. I would let you look at it but, um… I would have to take off my clothes to show you.”

Tess grinned. “I haven’t decided where I’ll get mine yet. I think I’ll let my mates decide.”

“That’s what I did,” Shannon said, grinning back at her. “You’ll probably want to do it someplace private. It only takes a few seconds to do the actual branding, but if your guys are anything like mine, you’ll need some time for aftercare, so please don’t feel like you need to rush. Take as long as you need.”

Earlier, at Roscoe’s invitation, Shannon and her family had agreed to spend the night in the valley. They had mattresses inside the airship for sleeping, plus they had some food they’d brought with them from Denver. They would take off first thing in the morning and finish their journey down to Arizona tomorrow. So there really was no reason to rush the branding.

Tess decided to do it inside the barn. Roscoe carried the branding machine in, and Peyton got it set up, while Spike closed the barn door and latched it from the inside so they wouldn’t have to worry about getting interrupted. Tess could still hear the sounds of the party going on outside as the Walkers kept Shannon and her family entertained, but inside the barn, it was comfortably dim and quiet. Tess and her three mates were the only ones in there.

“Alright,” Peyton said. “I think we’re good to go.”

He had set up the branding machine on a small table next to the wall, and he had placed a stool next to the table so Tess would have someplace to sit while she was getting branded. Roscoe and Spike were standing nearby looking on.

Tess felt a surge of excitement, and her blood started pumping faster. She was about to get branded by her three mates. The minotaurs were going to mark her as their property. That thought alone was enough to make her wet.

“So,” Spike said, “Where do you want us to put the brand?”

“I thought I would let the three of you decide,” Tess said. “You own me now. My body is yours to do with as you please.”

She unbuttoned the front of her dress and took it off. Then she removed her undergarments. She took her sweet time with it too. She wasn’t trying to delay her branding. She just wanted to tease her mates a little. She loved how intensely they stared at her as she stripped for them, their eyes opening a little wider with every piece of clothing she peeled off.

The bulges at the fronts of their britches grew bigger too.

At last, Tess stood before them completely naked, her body and her arousal both on full display for her mates to see. Her nipples were erect with excitement, and the lips of her sex were wet with dew.

After the branding was done, her three minotaurs were going to share her and breed her, the way they had done every day and every night for the past week—the way Tess knew they would continue to do for the rest of their lives.

She gave them a twirl, so they could see every side of her, and the bisonmen rumbled with animalistic arousal.

“So,” Tess said. “What do you think?”

Roscoe gave her one of his trademark grunts and stared at her hungrily.

“I think you’re the most gorgeous little hucow that’s ever walked the face of the Earth,” he said. “But you don’t have to take my word for it, woman. Come over here and feel how hard the sight of you makes me.”

Tess smiled and sashayed up to the big, stern alpha. She placed her hand against the front of his britches and stroked the hard length of his shaft through the straining fabric.

“I wasn’t fishing for compliments,” she said, “but I’ll take it. The same way I’ll take this big hard cock in a few minutes. But first, you three have to decide where you’re going to brand me.”

The three minotaurs began to circle, exploring her body, first with their eyes, then with their fingers. Tess closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the storm of sensations as six strong hands caressed and worshiped her naked flesh. If the minotaurs kept it up, she was liable to come before they’d even had a chance to brand her.

“What about here?” Spike said, “touching her shoulder.”

“Her shoulders are lovely,” Peyton agreed. “But I think we should place our brand on a more intimate part of her body…” He fondled one of Tess’s breasts, making her gasp with pleasure. “What about here?”

Roscoe didn’t like that idea. “From now on, every time we milk her, we’ll end up fighting over who gets to drink from the branded breast. Besides, the Duffy woman warned us that the brand is going to hurt a little. We should put it someplace that’s used to being punished. Bend over, hucow.”

Tess bent over and placed her hands on top of the stool Peyton had set out for her. Roscoe came up behind her and gave her butt a firm squeeze.

“I say we put our brand right here, boys. Right on this nice round rump. It’ll give me something to aim at whenever I’m spanking her.”

The other two bisonmen rumbled in agreement.

“The rump it is,” Peyton said. “Let me just get the image loaded into the branding machine here…”