Well, all except one who somehow escaped his little stall and was running his naked ass around the barn, looking for a way to escape.
With a heavy sigh, I close my umbrella, take off my sunglasses, and put both aside.
My loyal farm hands, the little worker elves who help me run this place, are trying to wrangle the huge bull. One frustrated elf pulls the cow prod out of his denim overalls.Yikes.I’m sure this bull has never taken a zap to the balls before, but from what I’ve seen, it’s not a pleasant experience. The move will down a minotaur in a heartbeat. However, it will also make him unmilkable for a day or two. I’d like to avoid that.
“Mikey!” I call.
The wide-eyed minotaur turns to me. “I just want to go home,” he cries. “Please. I’m sorry! I should have never summoned you.”
I want to feel bad, but it’s hard to do so when these males call on me for the sole sake of using me for orgasms and expect to give me nothing in return. They think they are gift enough, which is laughable.
Mikey has been here longer because he is not as pure of heart as other bulls. I’m doing a good deed for all female minotaurs by keeping his whiny, minimal-effort-giving ass here in my barn.
I tsk and make my way over to him. I’m not worried for my safety. All those who summon me know what will happen if they get violent. Some have seen the minotaur heads on the breakroom wall, and some have seen me roll out a BBQ grill and make steaks for me and the farm hands. Either way, the message is clear.
I hold out my hand. “Take it, sweetie. I’ll put you back myself. Would you like that?”
The college student is on the verge of crying, but he puts his palm to mine and follows me back over to the stalls.
“Do you want to be on your back or over a padded sawhorse?”
“Back,” he murmurs.
I take him to a cot, help him lie down, and gesture to a blanket, to which he shakes his head. I then grasp his cock, which immediately hardens in my hand, and slip the teat cup over the rigid member.
Immediately, the vacuum pump turns on and the pulsator begins to squeeze and release his penis in a steady rhythm. As I reach for the straps to keep him bound to the cot, he gently reaches out and touches my hip to get my attention.
“When do you think I can go home?” Mikey quietly asks.
Before I can answer, a ferocious minotaur charges the stall. Wood explodes, the poor bull’s arm is ripped off, and blood rains upon me. The farm hands scream and run for their lives.
I turn to see an enraged Asterios holding the amputated limb, snarling at the crying bull who is about a minute away from death he is bleeding out so much so fast.
Apparently, steak was back on the menu.
I want to ask the professor how he escaped my bedroom because the magical arch shouldn’t have let him through, but he tosses aside the arm and drags me out of the stall before I can get the words out.
Looking over my shoulder, I see poor Mikey has left us. His wide, horrified eyes peer at nothing, his mouth gapped in a silent scream. But the milk machine keeps pumping away at his cock.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ASTERIOS
A Few Minutes Earlier
The witch has lost her damn mind if she thinks I’ll stay here while she takes off to God only knows where while dressed likethat!
A burst of irrational possessiveness floods my system.
I rip a white cloth from her bed and drape it over myself. I’m furious that I’m back in a toga— with the all-too familiar toga tent, because of course I’m hard again.
I have no right to be this jealous. She’s my abductor. I’m her captive. So why I thought she wore that sheer see-through gown just for me, I have no idea. But I’ll be damned if she is going to wear it for anyone else from this point forward.
She is mine.
All mine.
Only mine.
