Page 6 of Wed to the Bullman

“No, please stop. I slept last night on the train, sitting up. I’m very tired right now.”

We pull into a walled city along the deep river that was once called Mississippi. Now, the minotaurs refer to it as the River Longus. Others call it something different. I can’t remember what. The walled city perches next to it, with a wide tall bridge leading to the other territories.

I drive until I find an Inn near the River Longus. It’s perched upon a steep bank with patios that look out over the natural beauty of the place. At least, it puts a smile on my wife’s lips.

Agnes looks around with an occasional giggle escaping her lips. She says it’s nerves. Maybe so. Once we’re in our room overlooking the River Longus, she sets her bags on the chest of drawers and perches on the bed, looking around as if someone were about to jump out at her.

“I need a shower.” She jumps up quickly and disappears in the bathroom. I relax on the bed, scrolling through my tablet I brought from Tariat. I’m so engrossed in the reading I don’t catch when Agnes emerges.

She floats to me wearing a white gown, very see-through. Her curves poke out, giving me a glimpse of her naked body. She looks at me and bites her lower lip.

“Do you need a shower?”

I shrug. Then Auryn’s voice comes into my head.

“Remember to bathe. Humans like a nice clean body to kiss.”

Instantly my cock engorges at the thought of Agnes’ lips on my body. I blush and rise heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. When I emerge, Agnes lies in the bed, the covers pulled back and she smiles at me, patting the bed beside her. Then she sees I’m completely naked and her eyes widen exponentially, her mouth falling agape as her eyes wander over my ripped body. That’s what Auryn says about minotaurs, that we have ripped bodies and that her little sister likes that about us.

She swallows hard and sits up, her eyes on my cock which grows, standing erect from the attention. “Wow.”

“How do humans do this?” Auryn didn’t go into detail and all Vrakius said was that it would come naturally.

Her nervous giggle bubbles forth. “I don’t know. I’m a virgin. All I have to compare to are the romance novels I read. But those were about humans. How do minotaurs do it?”

“Like this, come here.” My body dictates the desire flowing heavily through my veins right now. I want to mate, I want to make her my wife and fill her with my seed.

She comes to me, timid, unsure. I reach out and flip her around and bend her over the bed while lifting the gown. “What? No!” She whips around on me, her eyes wide and wild. “Maybe minotaurs mount their mates, but I’m not a cow.”

I throw my hands up. “How do humans do it?”

She lies back on the bed, a seductive smile on her beautiful face. “More like this. You get on top of me. And well, make love to me.”

I laugh. “If I did that, I’d squish you flat. Here, scoot to the edge of the bed.”

She looks down, a pained expression crossing her face. But she scoots to the edge and glares up at me.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“We’re newlyweds. Could you at least show me some affection? We haven’t even kissed yet, ever. And you just want to jump in and have intercourse without any of the fun.”

I sigh heavily. My cock is about to explode. I grasp it, give it a quick squeeze and release it, trying to clear my thoughts.

“Minotaurs aren’t really the affectionate type. We’re virile, we like to mount our mates and make babies. This affection thing is new to us. I’ve seen Auryn and Vrakius and the others on the ranches do it. Maybe you could teach me?” I offer a smile.

“Okay. Sit down beside me.” She slips her gown off revealing her naked body, pale skin soft and clean. Turning to me, she smiles.

“Look at me. Touch me. I won’t break.” Her hand reaches for me, rubbing over my shoulder and chest.

I moan, the action stirring odd emotions. She smiles and moves closer, until her face is right in front of mine.

“Kiss me, silly minotaur.”

I grab her shoulders and bring her to me, leaning in I close the gap, my lips landing on hers. Sweet, soft, supple, and the taste of berries on her soft tongue that gingerly protrudes touching mine. I like it, the emotions stir in my heart and low in my belly, my cock responding by growing harder. She moves until she’s sitting on my lap. Her soft skin against my own lowers any walls I may have built around my heart. Suddenly, I want her, all of her. She’s mine, my wife, my mate.

All of my senses become ultra sensitive. Her scent, her softness, the sound of her moans entice me to explore her, to get to know her better. She gently pushes me back onto the bed, her hands exploring my body, rubbing over my muscles and moving lower and lower. She moans as her hand moves down and touches my cock. I nearly exploded on her, my body taking over.

My hand explores her body, her curves. We kiss again, our lips smashing together magically. I sniff her neck, the aroma driving me to kiss and lick her skin, moving ever downward. The mounds on the front of her chest are particularly curious. One lick of my tongue and the nipple hardens. My lips cover them, tongue licking, and she moans, her hands moving up to my head, rubbing my horns. It brings a tingle down my neck and straight to my cock. I’m tingling all over, the desire to take her overcomes me. I pant, wanting her, needing her, hungering for her.

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