Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
I eye Aspeth again. The pillow is over her head still but I have a mental picture of her in my mind’s eye. She’s not that young or innocent. My gaze steals down to her tits, which slope indecently toward the mattress, her nipples outlined by the thin cloth of her chemise. It’s like they’re taunting me.
“This is damned inconvenient,” I point out to her. “You being a virgin.”
“Why?” She rolls over and presents her back to me, as if done with the conversation. “All I have to do is lie there, right? It’ll be fine.”
I sputter, glaring at her back.
Lie there?
Lie there?
“You are aware I’ll be rutting you?”
“Mmm.”
“Do you not know what that means?” I shake my head, bitterly laughing at my own folly. “Of course you don’t. You’re a virgin. Your father probably kept you locked away from anything that hinted at sex. I’ve seen the type.” My head pounds and I rub my hand over the aching spot between my horns. “Allow me to educate you a little. Are you listening?”
“Mmm.”
I take that as an indication to continue. It saps at my damned dignity to explain this to her like she’s a small child, but I don’t want any surprises.
“I take it you have heard the story of Old Garesh and the Prellian queen? The Taurian people have a different version of things than most. Our story goes that the bull god conquered Prell and stole the queen away from her husband. He was so taken with her beauty and courage that he claimed her for himself, and rutted her for five days straight. And when she arose from his bed, she gave birth to five strong Taurian sons. From there, the Taurian race was born. It is why we are part bull and part man.”
It’s not something humans like to hear, so I hurry onward with my explanations.
“Because we are the direct descendants of the bull god, it is he who guides our matings. Taurians are extremely fertile during a Conquest Moon. Every five years, when the moon returns, we seek our mate and do our best to impregnate her. If there is no mate, a Taurian seeks to spread his seed everywhere he can and in as many willing females as he can.”
She has no response to this, and I suspect I’ve shocked her.
“You need not fear. Since we are married in the eyes of the gods, I will seek only to mate with you. And…I will be gentle. Or I will try to be. That is why we must talk.” Just thinking about the upcoming rutting is making parts of me twitch. “Taurian males are not like…other males. When the Conquest Moon rises, so does our sacred knot. It only appears every five years, and it carries our seed. There are some minotaurs who carry the hand of the god permanently upon them, but I would not wish such a thing upon my partner.” I can’t imagine how those males function, constantly needing to breed, to rut, the knot always pressing, pressing, pressing….
Aspeth is silent.
“I will try to be gentle,” I remind her. “But it’s not always easy for us. As the Conquest Moon rises, I will grow more and more unable to control myself. Your very scent will distract me. I’ll want to touch you.”
Lick you.
Drag my muzzle over that pretty cunt of yours and just drink in your taste…
My words grow strangled even as my cock stirs. “I’ll grow jealous of other males in your vicinity, so if I seem like I’m in a bad mood, it’s not you. It’s the moon. And I’ll want to mark you as mine. Not in a bad way, and not physically, of course. Just to show the world that you’re mine. Some of the more flagrant Taurians take their mates out for public displays of lust, to remind the world looking at her that she’s claimed. I’ve yet to do that, but…I understand it.”
By the five gods, do I understand it. The thought of placing Aspeth on a platform in the market district and spreading her thighs wide so I can claim her in front of all? It appeals to the dark, base side of me. The side I’ve never really given free rein.
I swallow hard, because I can feel the knot rising, even now, weeks away from the Conquest Moon. I desperately stare at the crack on the wall, wishing Aspeth would say something. Her silence compels me to continue explaining, even though every word heats my veins. “When the hand of the god is finally upon me, you’ll know it. My eyes will turn red and my thoughts will be of rutting you, and only rutting you. Any birth control will have to be done by you, because if it’s left to me, I will try to stop it. Instinct will demand that I impregnate you.”