“What good is all this power if I can’t use it on him,” she yells to the universe while trying to claw her way across the smooth steel.
I don’t want to hear it. The time for talking is done. These bulls will know that I am her mate, and I will kill any who dare try to mount her.
I flip up her gown, lift her ass into the air, and thrust my hard cock into her pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck!” she yells as her tight channel struggles to accept my girth. “Professor?—”
I snatch her long, beautiful hair at the nape and snap her head back. “What did you call me?” I snarl.
Her hands fly back to grasp my wrist, but she does not have the strength to loosen my grip.
“Asterios, please!”
I withdraw and plunge back into her heat. It is exquisite, and already, I’m feeling better. I tear away her gown, so she is as naked as I am, then use my free hand to fondle her amazing tits.
She’s incredibly limber. She arches her back into me, enjoying the way I stum her nipples and massage her breasts. I move my hand from her nape to her soft, fragile throat. Ibuild up my rhythm, and her channel stretches and slickens to accommodate me.
“Hurt me,” she says, breathless. “Yes, claim me as yours.”
I begin fucking her good and hard, making sure all the males can see that her body is mine and mine alone. I close my grip tighter around her throat, not to crush her windpipe, but to remind her that her life is now in my hands.
It doesn’t take long for her arousal to climb toward an orgasm. She is yelping her pleasure like a porn star, and all the bulls are quiet as they watch me master her.
“Tell them you belong to me,” I growl into her ear, removing my grasp on her throat to palm her forehead. I draw her sweaty hair back so she can see the herd. “Go on.”
“I belong to Asterios,” she cries loudly.
“Again,” I order, flexing my hips with a force that I knew was uncomfortable.
Yet, she comes— comes so hard she starts to sob. “I belong to Asterios,” she repeats through her tears.
Satisfied, I pull out and turn her over onto her back, then grasp her hips and pull her toward me. I reseat myself into her body.
“Tell me your mine,” I demand, giving her such a brutal pace that her lovely breasts bounce with every thrust.
“I’m yours,” she wails. “I’m yours, Asterios. I don’t know how, but I am. Fucking magic.”
Hearing her say it with conviction is all I needed to get me to climax. I pull out of her body and come all over those gorgeous tits.
“Do you mean it?”
She reaches out and massages the cum into her milky skin, marking herself with my sent. This pleases me greatly.
“Yes,” she admits. “Though, I hope to have the magic needed to break the binding. This is too much for both of us.”
“Never,” I grumble, leaning in and taking a nipple into my mouth.
Moaning, Galatea arches her back, encouraging me to drink from her. “Mmm,” she sighs. “That feels so good.”
I drank from her other breast as well, and once I’ve had enough to satisfy the craving, I stand up and step back to admire her. She is mystical in the moment with her naked, her legs spread wide apart, her pussy glistening, her breasts dripping with cum and milk, her hair messy in that sexy bedhead way.
However, the moment is ruined by the bulls moaning in extasy as their machines milk them. They too got off on this, on seeing her in her glory.
“We have a lot to talk about,” I say.
She sits up on her elbows. “Like?”
“You have me. There is no need for this farm?—”
