I released her tail and stepped back. “Get up!”
“What did you say to me?” Her eyes went wild. “I am not some horse for you to ride!”
Confusion filled me as I didn’t know what I could do to best her. Then she charged me and knocked me to the ground. We rolled and grappled. We bit and clawed.
Then I managed to get over her shoulder to her back, where I yanked her tail again and spanked her.
Where did that come from?
Her skin went from pale pink to bright pink. It was almost as if she was embarrassed so I spanked her again.
“Stop that.” She hissed.
“Not until you concede.” I popped her ass again. “Brat.”
“Uh-oh we might need another bull on the labyrinth floor!” Xygur teased.
“I concede.” She glowered, and I let her up. Her eyes met mine, and she mouthed. “Thank you.” Then flipped her mane and tail and stormed away.
CHAPTER THREE
GENMOR
Ipaced in the small garden area where I waited. The one I wanted was the underdog. No one thought she’d make it past the first challenge.
Granted, the first challenge was elementary. Who would think of going through a maze blindfolded?
The feathered Rasi went down first and fast. Then the Hucow.
Seeing her udders swaying, dripping frothy, sweet cream made my cock ooze. She would’ve been a good runner-up to the tiny hooman.
“Your Highness.” Rogon stood at my side. “You can always have your new milkmaid treated to produce milk.”
“Impregnating her will produce the same effect.”
“Yes.” He dipped his head in a nod. “However the hormones will allow her body to adjust to the difference in size from her species.”
I stopped and whirled to face him. “Which means I could mate and breed her often.”
“Correct, Highness.”
I felt my cock bounce and throb. “This needs to go faster. My balls feel like they will explode.”
Resuming my pacing and I paused when I heard the Dracorian’s name, and happiness filled me learning she was out of the running.
The Tanum and Luminaran were next, leaving my sweet tiny hooman and the Marvummoth.
“What say you, Rogon? Who do you think will rise to the top?”
“I believe many have underestimated the hooman. As well as the fact that not all seven females wanted to be your milkmaid.”
“Do you think the hooman wants me?” I puffed out my chest.
“No. I believe you frighten her.”
“She merely needs to get to know me.”
“Of course, Highness.” He bowed, and I saw him attempt to hide his smile.
