Page 64 of Runaway Hucow

Normally, Tess would have taken the stairs to the upper level of the barn, but this time she kept right on walking. She had told Roscoe she was going to look for something he could use as a crutch, and she did intend to do that, but it wasn’t the main reason she had come to the barn.

The real reason was her breasts. They were full again, and she needed to empty them. If Spike and Peyton had still been here, she would have asked them to do it for her. But they were gone now, chasing the man who had tried to kidnap her earlier that day.

Tess’s heart ached with concern for the two bisonmen. She was fairly certain no harm would come to them. They were more than a match for a lone gunman. Still, that gunman had managed to wound Roscoe, and Roscoe was the toughest of them all.

Luckily, the bullet had only caught him in the leg. If it had taken him higher on his body, through the chest for example, the outcome might have been very different. Tess was glad that hadn’t happened. Sure, Roscoe was an unbearable asshole, and Tess still hated him a little bit, but she felt oddly protective of him too, and she certainly didn’t want him to die.

He’d saved her, after all.

As she made her way past the wooden gondola of the airship, she thought about everything Roscoe had just told her about the other hucow. The one he had stolen all those years ago. The alpha had seemed so vulnerable while he had been telling her the story, and that vulnerability had surprised her, but the story had surprised her even more.

How could someone willingly give up their freedom like that? Sure, life here in the secluded valley wasn’t easy, and it had probably been even harder back then. Peyton hadn’t been born yet, so there wouldn’t have been any electricity, and the Walker family must have been smaller, which meant their trips into town to gather supplies would have been fewer and farther between.

Still, freedom was freedom. Tess couldn’t imagine giving that up for an easy life on a dairy farm.

Then again, wasn’t that exactly what she had almost done a few days ago when she asked Shannon Duffy to come get her? Tess still felt a little ashamed about that, and she felt even worse for keeping it a secret from Peyton and Spike, but she’d taken care of it last night when she had written Shannon another message explaining that she had changed her mind.

Tess also felt bad for lying to Roscoe a few minutes ago about her reason for coming to the barn, but at least she didn’t have to worry about the grumpy old alpha catching her. He was back at the farmhouse resting his wounded leg, which meant Tess had plenty of time to do what needed to be done.

She had all the time in the world.

There was a big door at the back of the barn, just like the one at the front, but Peyton usually kept it closed. Tess unlatched it and opened it just enough to slip outside. She didn’t want to make a mess all over the inside of the barn.

Once she was outside, Tess pushed the door shut behind her and started to disrobe. She laid her dress out on the grass next to the barn door, then she took off her camisole top. Her nipples pebbled as soon as they met the warm outdoor air, and her breasts ached with the weight of the milk inside them. Tess had not been this full earlier when she’d gone horseback riding, but the hour she’d just spent with Roscoe, breathing in his alpha scent, had been enough to fill her to bursting.

Once she was stripped down to nothing but her drawers and her stockings, she knelt beside the back wall of the barn and took a few deep breaths to help herself relax. Then she closed her eyes and started gently massaging her breasts.

She tried to think about things that would help the milk come out of her. She thought about Spike and Peyton wrapping their soft lips around her nipples and sucking her. She thought about their warm, wet tongues lapping against her breasts. She let her mind wander where it wanted, and soon she was thinking about other things, like how hard and hot the bisonmen’s cocks felt when they put them inside her. In her mouth. In her pussy. In her tight rear hole.

And then, finally, her thoughts turned to the mostly shameful thing of all. She thought about the way Roscoe had bent her over his lap last night and spanked her. She thought about how wet it had made her, and she thought about how hard he had been afterward.

Her milk started leaking out of her in warm dribbles. She felt it running over her fingers as she continued to rub and squeeze her breasts.

It was working.

Tess squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the memory of her spanking. She remembered how each blow had jolted her helpless body, and she remembered how the alpha’s hand had sent sparks of pleasure spiraling deep into her core. Somewhere in the deepest, darkest part of her mind, she wished he could be here right now to do it to her all over again.

A loud grunt startled her out of her reveries.

Tess sprang to her feet with a cry. The alpha minotaur was standing over her with fire in his eyes and his belt in his hand. His cock was pressing so hard against the front of his britches, it was a wonder it didn’t come busting through.

“Roscoe!” Tess gasped, covering her bare chest with her arms. “You’re supposed to be resting!”

“And you’re supposed to be looking for a crutch.”

“I…” But Tess couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You lied,” Roscoe said calmly. “Why didn’t you just tell me the real reason you were coming out here? Did you think I would be angry at you for taking care of your natural urges?”

“I was too ashamed to tell you.”

Roscoe just looked at her for a moment, studying her face. Then he shook his head and gave her a disappointed look. It reminded her of the look Jeremiah used to give her whenever he caught her misbehaving.

“You’re lying again,” the alpha said.

Tess started to protest, but she caught herself. Roscoe was right. She was lying. How the hell was he able to read her so easily?

“I… I thought if I told what I was really doing, you wouldn’t let me do it by myself. I thought you might try to… to help me.”