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“Well… let’s find out.”

The minotaur took her with one hard thrust, filling her completely. Tess cried out as his girth stretched her.

“Oh my God, it’s so big,” she gasped.

“If you can handle both of my brothers’ cocks at the same time, you can handle mine all by itself. Now hush up and take this dick like a good girl.”

He dug his fingers into her hips and started to pound her, driving his cock deep into her center, filling her and stretching her with every thrust. The taut muscles of his pelvis slammed into her punished backside, rekindling the heat of the spanking he had just given her, but the pain only made the pleasure that much more intense.

Tess didn’t even feel the first orgasm coming until it was already upon her. It took her by surprise and swept through her like a storm. She raked her nails down the side of the barn and howled as she came.

“That’s it,” Roscoe growled behind her. “Come around my cock like a good little hucow.”

As soon as her climax passed, he pulled out of her and threw her down on the grass beside the barn. A moment later he was on top of her, his hard pelvis cradled between her open thighs. He entered her again, thrusting so hard it felt as if he were trying to drive her whole body into the ground.

“Do you still hate me, little hucow?”

“Yes!” Tess sobbed. “Oh God, yes!”

He pinned her to the ground and took her with deep, pummeling thrusts. His heavy balls swung and slapped against her. She came a second time, and a third. She screamed until her throat felt raw from screaming.

Roscoe rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She straddled him and rode him like a rodeo bull, grinding her body violently against his. The alpha held her by the waist and grinned up at her.

“You sure do look pretty when you’re angry, little hucow, but you look even prettier when you come. Do it again.”

Tess hated and loved the way her body responded to Roscoe’s commands. As long as he was inside her, she was powerless to resist him. She came for him again and again as she rode him, not just once or even twice, but in a long series of hard climaxes, each connected to the next like links in a chain.

Roscoe was approaching his own climax now too. Tess could feel the tension building in his hard muscles, and she saw his eyes roll back in his head as he started to lose control. She knew she had to be careful, but she didn’t want to stop riding him yet. It felt too good.

Just one more stroke, she told herself. Just one more, and one more, and…

Suddenly, the base of the alpha’s shaft swelled inside her, locking their bodies together. Tess cried out in shock and pleasure as that hard knot stretched her further, pinning her in place. It was too late to move off him now. She would just have to take what was coming.

And come it did. The alpha roared, his cock pulsed, and then his seed was rushing into her, filling her insides with liquid warmth. Exhausted, Tess fell forward and rested her head against his broad chest. She could hear his big heart pounding madly behind his ribs.

“Roscoe,” she whispered. “I think you just made a baby inside me.”

She knew that wasn’t exactly how it worked. Babies weren’t made as quickly as that. It would take some time before one of his sperm found her egg, and of course, it didn’t always happen on the first try. But Tess had a feeling it would happen. The bisonman had just filled her with a huge amount of cum, and not a drop had leaked out of her. His big knot was keeping all of it inside.

The minotaur had just knocked her up. Tess was sure of it.

That probably should have scared the hell out of her, but it didn’t. It made her happy. And what Roscoe said next made her happier still.

“Good.”

It was just one simple word, but it was all Tess needed to hear. She sighed happily and let her eyes close as a smile spread across her face. Roscoe petted her hair with his huge hand, and for a long while they just lay like that, not speaking, just listening to the rhythms of each other’s bodies. Then, as dusk began to settle over the valley, the minotaur carefully stood up and carried her back to the house with his knot still buried deep inside her.

CHAPTER 35

Tess and Roscoe were still knotted together the next morning when Spike and Peyton returned home. It was not the same knot from the previous evening, of course. That one had finally faded after half an hour or so. By then, they had been back in Roscoe’s bed, and Tess had been ready for more mating. They had done it all night long, pausing only occasionally for rest or water, and by the time the sun had started to come up, Tess knew without a doubt she would be having the alpha minotaur’s baby. He had knotted her and filled her with his seed more times than she could count. If that didn’t make her pregnant, she didn’t know what would.

Tess was half asleep when she heard the front door to the cottage swing open, followed by the sound of hooves clomping against the floorboards. Two sets of hooves. Her heart swelled.

“Tess?” Spike’s voice called from the front of the house. “Roscoe?”

“We’re back here!” Tess said. “In Roscoe’s room.”

She was so glad that the two brothers had made it home safe and sound, she almost forgot to be embarrassed. It was only when she heard the heavy hoofsteps coming down the hall that she remembered what a compromising situation she was in. She pulled the covers up to hide her body a split second before Spike appeared in the doorway holding his shotgun.