Page 13 of Wed to the Bullman

“I love you, I want you, I am glad you are my wife.” Smart minotaur.

I lift my body over him, hoisting my middle above his giant swollen cock. He stretches into me, my tight tunnel squeezing around. It’s getting easier, but he’s so big I verge on pain as I sit with him fully inside me.

He helps me lift over him. My hips move as I go up and down with his help. He groans each time I come down. I suck in a deep breath, my body tipping into the direction of another pelvic explosion. We grind against each other until my body topples and I’m shaking through the throes of a second orgasm.

Vozak joins me moments later, and we rock through the unrelenting waves of pleasure until both of us finish. Only then do I collapse on top of him as his strong arms encircle me. We lie quietly catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of lovemaking.

I roll to the side and curl into him. He draws me to him, his other hand rubbing circles over my shoulder. “Are you happy, Agnes?”

My brow furrows as I giggle. “What kind of question is that?”

“I realize I need to make making you happy as one of my top priorities.”

I rise on my elbow. “No, you don’t. Happiness is something we choose, it’s not something you have to work at. Because if you have to work at it, then it’s not real. Does that make sense?”

He looks up, thinking. “Yeah, it does. How about tomorrow I teach you how to run the ranch. Maybe you can teach me how to read those books you love so much.”

“Really?” This is news. “I love my books, but they’re back home.”

“There’s bound to be books in these areas too. If not, we’ll search for the old books.”

“I would like that very much.”

“Just like I’ll enjoy showing you the ranch and teaching you how to take care of the livestock and garden.”

We fall asleep in each other’s arms, dreaming about our new life together.

CHAPTER 11

Vozak

Agnes flips the strips of boarius in the skillet, the eggs whipped and ready to cook. She baked a loaf of fresh minotaur bread, the ingredients came from Auryn complete with instructions. Even the fresh butter and blackberry jam Auryn made for us is on the table ready to consume.

“I hope you like this. Auryn said boarius is very much like pork. The salt-cured strips are like bacon, and smell similar. But it tastes a little different.”

Outside, she keeps up with me as I take her around checking the barns and the livestock. Then at the garden, she kneels checking the root vegetables.

“I went with my mother to the community garden back home.”

“You’re quite capable of doing this.”

For a couple of weeks, we slip into a routine. We work together with every ranch task, and she keeps up in all of it. She teaches me how to cook human foods and I teach her the minotaur foods.

One month of marriage comes with a celebration. Agnes and I take a trip south to pick up supplies for the ranch, staying overnight along the way at a small inn.

“Vozak, I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure, but I don’t like keeping things from you.”

I hold her tighter, the day’s work of gathering supplies for the ranch left us exhausted and we ate an early dinner and came to the inn for a good night’s rest. Her words worry me. “No, don’t keep things from me. Are you ill?”

She shakes her head and giggles. “No, my sweet bull man, I’m not ill.” Rolling to me, her body rests on mine as my body warms and my loins stand at attention. “But I think I might be pregnant.”

Excitement rushes through me. “Already?”

She sits up fully and turns to me. “Well, yeah. It only takes once. And we’ve been together practically every night.”

“Your blood cycle showed up a week after we married.” It was the longest five days waiting for her to finish.

“I’m late, like a week late. And I’m ravenously hungry and at the same time, certain foods make me want to hurl.”

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