Re: A Dairy Princess' Revenge - by Cowpoke & Madmax011
That night. Bovine dreams disturbed the sleep of three sisters.
One dreamt of a big hulking bull-minotaur, chasing her through a labyrinth. Though she ran and it chased, she was not frightened, rather excited. She giggled each time it huffed, snuck half glances back each time its shadow appeared and grinned every time a waft of the creature stirred over her. She ran heedless deeper and deeper into the maze. Deep rumbling steps shook the ground behind her as she scampered forward on bare feet.
Closer and closer he came. She could hear the rumbling right behind her now, almost in reaching distance. Her giggle turned to laughter as she continued her flight. She could smell him now, musty and strong. She could even feel the heat emanating from him. Another corner she turned. Then another. Until finally, with a smack, her pink naked form hit a wall. Peeling herself from it she turned, now grinning manically. Looming over her stood her pursuer, at least 9 ft tall and almost as wide. A wall of bulging brown furred muscles. Large hands, fingers like branches reached for her as the bovine muzzle huffed and frothed at the mouth. Her eyes though, they were not on the hand, or the chest, or the muzzle. Instead they were on his large pulsing member; thick at the base and tapered at the top it was the length of a human arm.
A nervous giggle was released, to which the creature stamped a hoof, sending his pendulous, basketball sized scrotum swinging. She grinned again, excited, panting, back pressed to the wall. The minotaur stamped again, this time a jet of clear viscous pre-cum shooting from its tip. Her eyes and head turned and followed the arc of the voluminous shot, as I it peaked, hung, turned, fell, and with a muted *plop* the liquid landed in the dust before her.
She looked back at the minotaur to see its trunk like arm swing forward, corded muscles bulging, with an open 3 fingered hand. Chest heaving she smiled and peeled her sweaty back from the cold stone she was pressed against. The creatures rough hands slipped behind her and under her arms. Warm, rough, leathery skin enveloped her, and effortlessly lifted her up.
She locked eyes with the beast; dark pools of brown against the flikering light of burning braziers. They spoke of ancient wisdom and unchained lust.
She could not break contact as she felt herself be lifted high, turning her head to maintain contact.
She maintained eye contact as the tip of the beast probed her sodden nethers.
She maintained eye contact as he slowly slid into her, widening at the entrance and bottoming out.
She grinned at him as she let loose and felt her insides shift, change to allow passage.
She laughed as she felt her stomach and diaphragm be tickled by the invading member.
She panted as it reached base of her throat, rising and bubbling within her chest.
Her eyes widened as she felt it tickle her throat, and she coughed; then releasing a garbled moan at the building, stretching, pulling pressure at her entrance.
She gagged as the slimy tip climbed her throat, smiling wildly; tears of joy leaking from her face as she stroked the muzzle of the beast in front of her, still staring straight up, still maintaining eye contact.
A tickle in the back of her throat told her to open her mouth. She could taste it now; warm, salty, musty. A rumble at her base let her know it was time.
She felt the pulse all the way from base to tip as it rose; she could hear the rushing of fluid in her eardrums. She saw as it arced from her open mouth away from her; hanging for a moment, then rushing back to meet her. The warm splattering on her face was heaven. So viscous, it blocked her sight; so pungent her nostrils flared wildly; so tasty her throat worked overtime to swallow.
More and more pulses followed. Each splattering her face with more and more semen. Her vision grew cloudier as she could only make out the beasts outline, then just a smudge, then just white.
She woke with a choking gasp, a hammering chest, a sodden mattress and a slow creeping grin.