Page 28 of Runaway Hucow

“Interesting,” Peyton said. “It’s possible. If she’s never been around minotaurs before, the sudden proximity could be making her more, well… more fertile.” Tess’s face blushed at that. He wondered if her breasts were blushing too, and he halfway wanted to go over there and rip that sheet off her body so he could see, but he restrained himself. “Ma’am, have you ever been around minotaurs before?”

He really hoped the answer would be no, and he was happy when he saw Tess shake her head.

“Spike,” she said bashfully. “He was the first male I’ve ever been with.”

With?

Peyton had asked if she’d ever been around any minotaurs, not if she’d been with them. Was Tess telling him that she and his brother had already mated?

She must have read the thoughts flashing behind his eyes, because her blush suddenly doubled, and she blurted out, “Spike milked me! Yesterday morning by the cave. When I woke up, my breasts were sore and heavy with milk. I tried to get the milk out on my own, but I couldn’t do it. Then Spike found me and he helped me. He used his hands, and then he used his mouth and… Oh! Oh dear, I… I shouldn’t have told you all that.”

“It’s okay, ma’am,” Peyton said softly. “I don’t mind you telling me.”

If she’d told him any other male besides Spike had touched her, that would have been a different matter. He would set out right away to hunt the bastard down and disembowel him with his horns. Or maybe he’d borrow the 4 gauge he’d built for Spike as a birthday present a few years ago.

But Spike… Spike was his own flesh and blood. His brother. They weren’t true brothers, actually. They didn’t share the same mother, and they probably didn’t share the same father either, but they’d come from the same herd, and that made them herd brothers, and their bond was just as strong as any siblings’.

“Do you need help again this morning, ma’am?” Peyton asked gently.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice trembling. “But Spike says he won’t do it again.”

Peyton turned and looked at his brother in disbelief. “Why the hell not?”

“I promised I wouldn’t,” Spike said. “Last night before she went to bed, Tess told me she needed to keep her distance, and she wanted to milk herself from now on.”

Peyton thought he understood. She thought that by keeping her distance from Spike and himself, she could slow down her body’s milk production. It was a sound plan, but for whatever reason, it hadn’t worked. From the glimpse he’d gotten a minute ago, he could tell the hucow’s breasts were so full of milk they were fit to burst. And he could tell from the tears welling in her eyes that she was in pain.

“She needs help,” Peyton said, feeling slightly annoyed at his brother for allowing the hucow to get herself into such a state.

“I know, but she made me promise not to touch her this morning. That’s why I called for you, little brother. Did you make her any promises last night?”

“No,” Peyton said, returning his attention to the hucow. “No, I did not.”

He moved toward the bed slowly, and Tess watched him with wide eyes that made her look like some frightened woodland creature who might try to bolt at a moment’s notice. But she wasn’t going to be bolting anywhere anytime soon, not with her breasts so heavy with milk.

“Don’t worry,” Peyton said, kneeling beside the bed. “I don’t mean you any harm, Tess.”

On the contrary, he meant her pleasure, and lots of it.

Moving slowly, he took her hands, which were still holding the bed covers over her chest, and he gently pulled them down. She resisted a little at first, but he was patient with her, and after a moment she relented and let him see.

“My, oh my, you really are full, aren’t you, ma’am? Does it hurt?”

The hucow gave him a little nod.

“Well, let’s see if I can’t make it feel better…”

He cradled the nearer of her two breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze. Almost immediately, several white beads of milk dribbled from her tip and ran over his fingers. He lifted a knuckle to his mouth and licked it clean.

“God, you taste amazing, little hucow.”

She just stared at him with those big brown eyes of hers. Her cheeks were flush with excitement, and her bottom lip was quivering with nervous anticipation.

Peyton leaned closer and planted a kiss on her mouth, gradually letting it deepen until her lips seemed to blossom for him, and his tongue was rolling against hers. After a moment, he felt her tiny hand stroking one of his horns. He couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have her stroking a different hard part of his anatomy.

But that would have to wait till later. Right now, the little hucow desperately needed his help, and he aimed to give it to her.

She whined softly as he broke their kiss, then she whined again more loudly as he dropped his face to her chest and took her into his mouth, flicking her springy nipple with the tip of his tongue while he sucked it. Almost immediately her milk began to flow, coursing across his taste buds, warm and creamy and sweet. He wouldn’t mind giving her a taste of his own thick cream too, but that was for later. The hucow’s pleasure came first, and Peyton didn’t intend to rest until she’d been satisfied.