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“You’ve taken your punishment admirably, little hucow. Now, let’s see how obedient you can be. Are you ready to come for me, my little mate? Are you ready to come for your alpha?

“Yes.”

Roscoe smacked her a second time, and a third, and a fourth. Each time, the head of his cock landed perfectly against her clitoris, sending waves of excruciating pleasure rippling deep into her core. She could feel her climax building inside her again, until it was impossible to hold it back.

“That’s it,” Roscoe growled. “Come for me, Tess. Come for me like a good little hucow.”

He slammed his cock down onto her clitoris one final time. It was like the hammer of a pistol striking a round. Tess’s climax went off like a shot inside her.

CHAPTER 39

As her orgasm started to fade, Tess heard the sound of hoofsteps approaching from the direction of the farm. When she tilted her head up and looked, she saw Peyton standing over her, his horned head wreathed in the dappled sunlight shafting in through the leaves overhead. When he saw the state Tess was in, his eyes gleamed hungrily behind his spectacles. Spike was still holding her ankles back, leaving her punished sex on full display.

“Damn,” Peyton said. “You weren’t kidding about disciplining her thoroughly.”

“I gave the little hucow the exact amount of discipline she needed,” said Roscoe. He was still kneeling by Tess’s hips with his huge, hard cock in his hand. “Go ahead and ask the hucow if you don’t believe me.”

“Oh, I believe you,” said Peyton. “I heard her coming from a hundred yards away.”

The young bisonman knelt down beside Tess’s body, and for the first time, she realized that he was holding something in his right hand. It was a one-gallon metal can, and Tess could hear the liquid sloshing inside as Peyton set it on the ground next to her. She guessed that was what he had gone to get from the barn earlier, and she had a pretty good idea of what was inside it.

“God, you look so beautiful right now,” Peyton said. He fondled one of her breasts as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth. “Your punishment is over, little hucow, but my brothers and I aren’t finished with you yet. Now we’re going to share you.”

Tess shivered at those words. The bisonmen had shared her before, but only two at a time. Now all three of them were going to share her at once. The idea made her feel both nervous and excited.

“Turn over,” Peyton said.

His mellow voice had taken on a hard, commanding edge. Tess instantly obeyed him. Spike had already released her ankles by then, and she rolled over onto all fours. Peyton moved around behind her, and she could feel his eyes studying her punished backside.

“Goodness,” Peyton said. “My brother did a real number on your bottom, didn’t he?”

“As I told you,” Roscoe said sternly, “I gave her the exact amount of punishment she required.”

“You did a fine job,” said Spike, who had moved around next to his brothers to have a look. “Her bottom is the prettiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen.”

Tess blushed at the attention the brothers were giving her. She was naked on all fours in the forest with three enormous bisonmen staring at her freshly spanked backside. It was so shameful, yet so arousing at the same time.

“It must hurt something fierce,” Peyton said. “Do you want me to make it feel better, little hucow?”

Tess nodded. “Yes please.”

Peyton picked up the metal can, unscrewed the top, and carefully tilted it over Tess’s body, letting a small amount of its contents pour out. A thin drizzle of slippery lubrication spilled over her tortured flesh. When Peyton had covered her with a liberal amount of the stuff, he set the can aside and used his hand to rub the lubrication into her skin, spreading it all over both mounds of her ass and deep within the crevice between. Tess moaned softly in response.

“There,” Peyton said. “That feels better, doesn’t it?”

Tess nodded again. The oily lubrication had a soothing effect on the places where Roscoe had spanked her.

“Hey Spike,” Peyton said. “Help me spread her out a little.”

Spike grabbed one side of Tess’s ass, Peyton grabbed the other, and together they pried the two halves apart, placing her most private places on full display. Tess whimpered with shameful arousal, then whimpered again as Peyton began to circle the rim of her anus with the tip of his finger.

A shudder ran through Tess’s whole body. A shudder of pure, unbridled lust. She knew it was wrong and dirty to let a man touch her forbidden hole like that, but Peyton was no man—he was her mate—and when he pressed his fingertip against the center of her circle, Tess pushed back into him, letting him slip inside to the first knuckle.

“Oh my God!” she gasped.

“Easy,” Peyton whispered behind her. “Just relax, little hucow. Relax and let me inside. Good. Just like that.”

Tess whimpered and panted as the bisonman worked his thick fingertip in and out of her a few times. He pulled back just long enough to anoint her forbidden place with more of the slippery lubrication, but he was soon inside her again, and this time he went further, to the second knuckle, then the third. He thrust into her slow and deep, fucking her with his finger, spreading the oil all throughout her tight channel. He didn’t stop until every inch of her was fully coated with lubrication.