I watch her feast on all the semen I had spilt during our latest session, and her ravenous hunger for my cum makes me want to give her more.
CHAPTER NINE
GALATEA
Prized bull is putting it lightly. This man, or rather, thismaleminotaur is a golden goose, if there ever was one. I’ve never felt so chargedandsatisfied at the same time.
All the other minotaurs in my herd gave me power, yes, but like rain drops into a vast ocean. It’s why I must ingest so much of their semen. Their contributions were erratic and unreliable, sometimes a sprinkle, sometime a downpour. And the sex was so weak, I resorted to turning them into dairy bulls just to save me the disappointment.
But with Professor Bove? A tsunami of power now courses through my veins and thrums in my ears like the beat of a steady drum. I’ve always been a well of energy, but this is on a new level. I would not need to feed for at least a week if not longer.
I’ll probably feed anyway, but that’s because I am a greedy witch. The point was I didn’thaveto.
What is it about him that’s so special?
After straightening my gown, I look down at Professor’s Bove’s sleeping form. He really is the biggest I’ve ever had— in all ways. So much larger than the college students that usuallysummon me. Could that be it? Just his sheer size, age, and experience?
I want so badly to hold onto his large horns and ride his face. But alas, we have places to be and things to do. My bull farm didn’t run itself.
Uttering a spell under my breath, his body begins to float and move along behind me as I walk. I make my way to the nearest mirror in his bathroom. Climbing onto his sink, I slip into the shimmery veil and cross back into my own realm and into the comfort of my own home, with him in tow.
Here, my power practically crackles and sizzles at my fingertips, boosted by the Professors generous donations and amplified by the anchors that are meant to sharpen my abilities. But this is also a place of peace and focus.
I liked living in a snow globe of stars and sky. My sanctuary. My own little world where I can recharge and be summoned through my full-length mirror. There are no ceilings, walls, or doors in my magical bedroom of perpetual night. There are two freestanding stone archways on opposite sides of the space, which hold sconces of flame.
Using my magic, I strip him bare and clean his body before making my way to my bed. I don’t usually bring anyone to my personal space, but he’s the exception.
The heavy bull stirs as I gently lower him onto my mattress, flat on his back. He dwarfs it with his sheer size. His horns take up ninety percent of the headspace. And now that I think about it, his bed does have a special gap just above the mattress where his horns would sink into if he were to turn over in his sleep. A detail I never paid much attention to before.
Am I really thinking of modifying my own personal space for him?
Why?
Why not just take him to the barn and let my underlings milk him dry with those beautiful machines?
That thought alone sparks something in me that half startles and thrills my heart and soul. I may have kept others for far longer than I probably should have, but I’ve never grown attached to my doners before. And though there have been a few, it’s rare that I bed them. I can do it better myself.
I couldn't resist him though.
Strangely, I sense a deeper connection between us, a potential for something more than… a feeding cycle. I know he feels it, too. How could he not? The orgasm was powerful. Dare I say, magical even.
I don’t believe in love at first fuck, but damn, it was so good. He was painfully deep inside of me, and I was sure he was piercing my womb with his length, but I didn’t care. It was almost like he was claiming me as much as I was claiming him.
The Professor moves and I realize I’ve forgotten to bind him.
Uttering a quick spell, I do just that. White ropes lift from the sides of the bed, tying down not just his hands and hooves, but his horns too, ensuring he’s immobile when he completely wakes up.
While Icouldjust induce another sleep paralysis, I want to progress to the next stage of our relationship and allow him to speak. And maybe move...just a little.
Everyone freaks out for the first few seconds upon realizing they’re no longer in their own environment. Plus, some males like to think they can run away. So, keeping them restrained until they can be trusted is a must for safety.
Once I explain his new situation, and feel I can trust him, I’ll let him have more mobility.
After I have more fun...
“What the hell?” Professor Bove’s eyes shoot open, darting all around the room as he tries to thrash, testing his strength against the spell on my ropes. “Let me go!”
“Tsk, tsk, Professor. Calm down. You’re in a safe space, but it’s best that you lay still.”
