Page 39 of Runaway Hucow

His eyes lifted from Tess’s face and fixed upon a point somewhere above her head. He was looking at his brother, she realized. Peyton was still standing behind her, on the other side of the table. A moment ago, the younger minotaur had spilled his seed inside her mouth, and the salty-sweet flavor of him still lingered on her tongue.

“What do you think?” Spike asked his brother. “Should I give it to her?”

“If you don’t,” Peyton answered, “I will.”

“I don’t think so, little brother. I don’t pull rank on you very often, but I will when it comes to this. If anyone’s going to have this little hucow first, it’s going to be me—but I need to make sure she truly needs it.”

Tess felt Peyton’s big hands on the sides of her head, tilting her face up to look at him. He stared back down at her through the lenses of his spectacles. A sexy smile curled the corners of his mouth, making Tess’s heart flutter.

“You know how Spike is about crude language, ma’am,” Peyton said with a chuckle. “He’s too polite to ask some questions, so I’ll have to ask for him. Do you need Spike to fuck you, ma’am? Do you need him to put his cock inside your pussy good and deep?”

“Yes,” Tess said. “I need it so bad.”

Peyton smiled and stroked his thumb against her cheek. Then he looked across the table at the other minotaur.

“You heard her, brother. Now give this little hucow what she needs.”

“Very well…”

Spike held on to Tess’s hips and began to thrust deeper into her, but he didn’t fill her all at once. He took his time with it, letting her feel every incredible inch of his cock as he penetrated her and stretched her. Tess’s walls fluttered and squeezed around the bisonman’s hard shaft. Wetness leaked and trickled down her backside.

“Deeper,” Tess begged. “Please, Spike, I need you deeper.”

“Patience, little hucow. There’s no need to rush. We’ve got all evening, sweetheart, and by the time this night is over, me and my brother will have you good and broken in, you can count on that.”

Tess’s heart beat faster. Behind her, Peyton grunted approvingly as he watched Spike penetrate her. The younger bisonman placed his hands atop her breasts, keeping her body pinned to the table as his brother pushed himself deeper and deeper between her open legs.

At last, Spike bottomed out against the deepest part of her, and his big, heavy balls hung flush against her backside. He was inside her now, all the way inside. Every last vestige of her virginity had been wiped away by his huge, hard cock.

“God, you feel so good,” Spike groaned, as he held himself deep within her. “So tight and so wet.”

“You feel good too,” Tess said. “Do it again. I want to feel you sliding into me one more time.”

Spike shook his horned head. “Such a bossy little hucow.”

But he gave her what she needed. He drew his hips back until his tip nearly slipped out of her, then he drove himself into her again, faster this time, and harder. Tess gasped as he filled her.

“Again,” she whispered.

“Yes ma’am.”

He pulled back and plunged into her a third time, even harder and faster than before. She didn’t have to beg him for the fourth or the fifth. He kept going, thrusting in and out of her with a nice, steady rhythm, filling her and stretching her over and over again, until the air filled with the wet, slick sounds of their mating.

“Damn, you sure do look fine getting fucked like that,” Peyton said above her. “Does that feel good, little hucow? Is that what you needed?”

Tess looked up at him and nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “But I need you too. I need both of you.”

Peyton brought his face down to hers and kissed her while his brother fucked her. His kiss was soft at first, but it soon became hungry and fierce. Tess parted her lips for him, and his tongue slipped inside, penetrating her from above while his brother penetrated her from below.

Spike was really giving it to her now, thrusting into her so hard and deep the entire table shook with every stroke. Tess was approaching another climax, and she sensed that Spike was approaching his too. She could feel it in the jerky motion of his hips, in the way his heavy balls drew themselves up against the base of his shaft in preparation for the impending release.

But the bisonman gave no signs of slowing, no intention of pulling out.

He was going to finish inside her.

Tess knew she shouldn’t let him do that, and she believed he would stop if she told him to, but her mouth was locked with Peyton’s, making it impossible to speak.