Got Milk?

You climb up to the top of the tree, carefully. You have done this many times before, but still, the last thing you need is a broken neck, but still, the view is worth it.

It’s a nice pine maple tree, full of nice green bush leaves, perfect for concealing yourself. You shimmy up the branches, and lay yourself on a thick branch, it’ll hold your weight, you’ve done this so many times, it’ll handle your weight, and your movement.

A hundred yards away, there’s a small farm, a little homestead house, pretty well built, nice an cozy, perfect for an average homesteader or farmer. Now, a house like that would be vulnerable to robbers, due to its isolation. It’s smack dab in a pretty rural area, with some trees lining the edge of the property to give it that nice country vibe, a spot of beauty to mix well with the rolling golden hills of wheat.

You take our your binoculars, and look at your watch, noon, time for the show is about to start.

Stepping out of the homestead is a tall, muscular, minotaur, with shiny golden blonde hair that flows like wheatfield in the sun. She’s muscular from all that farmwork, she does some heavy lifting for local farmers, tossing bushels of wheat, lifting equipment, she’s been doing it for years, and it shows. Her body has been toned to perfection, she doesn’t even need to hit the gym, the farm, her work, that’s her gym. Like wine, she aged fine. Older women are always the best.

And now, it’s time to see what you came for.

She’s got an axe in her hand, slung across her shoulder like she’s some sort of warrior, she walks towards a stump with a pile of wood next to it. She’s wearing nice, blue overalls, even though you are a mile away peering at her, through your binoculars, you can see her breasts jiggling as she walks towards the stump.

You feel yourself getting hard imagining those soft pillows, fuck what you would give for just a peek. That would be in your spank bank for a long time.

Normally at this time, she chops wood, you aren’t sure why though. Yes she has a chimney, and probably a wooden stove, but on her days off, she chops wood at noon. It must be a habit, but you wonder how she could go through that much wood in just a week. Then again, it could be a stress reliever, but you aren’t complaining at all.

You watch as she grabs a piece of wood and sets it down on the stump. She raises the axe above her head.

Oh yeah, now comes your favorite part.

She brings the axe down, splitting the wood down the middle. Those powerful biceps do their work perfectly.

She grabs another log and sets it on the stump, then raises her axe again.

CHOP!

The wood shoots to the side as the metal splits through it. She grabs another log and sets it on the stump. She raises and brings down the axe again.

CHOP!

The wood splits like a hot knife through butter, and shoots out to the side like someone put a stick of dynamite in it.

She’s so strong!!

She does this, repeating over and over, never tiring, but getting sweaty. You can see sweat beads dripping down her forehead.

Your smile gets brighter as you see her wipe her forehead, it’s about time!

She unbuttons her overalls and lets the front fall, you can see an ice white undershirt, stained with sweat, but gives you a better ample opportunity to gaze at those lovely melons of hers. For a minotaur, she naturally has large breasts, and they look amazing!! Nice, plump, and you can only imagine soft.

She continues chopping, and you are zoomed in on those tits, watching them bounce as she chops. They bounce rhythmically with every chop, hypnotizing you.

You can feel a chub coming on. You unzip your pants and whip our your hard member. You smile and reach into your pack hanging off a branch. You pull out some lotion, and give yourself a nice little squirt. You wrap your hand around your shaft and start jerking.

Now this is a show, she’s so fucking hot!

That blonde hair flowing as she chops, her breasts bouncing, combined with her muscular body. She holds a special place in your spank bank. You keep cranking until you nut, letting your seed shoot out to the grown like you’re some bird doing their business. You keep watching though, there could be more.

She pauses and takes a breath and pulls out a canteen.

This is new, she never drinks water, then again, it has been pretty hot lately, even minotaurs need water to drink now and then, and if she drinks water..there’s a chance it could fall onto her shirt!!!

You ease back on your jerking, taking it slow to tease your member, don’t want to cum too quickly, especially if the show is about to get better.

You lean closer, starting intensely as she drinks form the canteen, you can see a small stream of water dribble down her face, creeping down to her shirt. You feel yourself breathing like a dog in heat, if it can soak that shirt, you might see a nipple!

She drinks, yet she pauses, she must have seen something, but through your binoculars…she’s looking right at you!!

No! Impossible! She doesn’t know you are there!

You see her cock her head suspiciously.

Maybe she’s just looking at a bird, or…a nice tree?

She slings her axe over her shoulder.

Oh shit.

She starts marching towards the tree.

SHIT!

No reason to panic, you put the binoculars away along with the lotion and zip up your pants. You clutch the branch tightly like a kohala. As long as you keep quiet and still, she won’t know you are up there as long as you don’t do anything stupid.

CRACK!

Your head snaps at attention.

Was that a crack?

Before your mind can comprehend, the branch drops.

You fall forward but grab onto the front of the branch, just as you flip over, dangling above the ground. Your backpack falls to the ground, but your items should be safe. You breathe a sigh of relief and thank the gods for your luck.

“I KNEW IT!!!!!”

Your eyes jolt open following the angry roar and see a angry minotaur barreling towards the tree. Her axe is no longer slung over her shoulder, but now prepared to do some chopping, but she won’t be chopping any wood.

Thanks gods.

You look frantically around for a way to get down that doesn’t involve getting any bones broken. You look and see other branches around, you could try and land on the most sturdy, then climb your way down. You see a branch beneath you that looks sturdy, you gently try to shimmy down..

CRACK!

The branch you are clinging to finally snaps, and down you plummet into the branches.

Today is not your lucky day.

Your back slams into the branch below, knocking the wind out of you, you weakly try to grasp the next branch, but it slips through your fingers, you land hard on your ribs on the next one, your head smacks the other branch and you see stars. You continue falling through the branches, getting bruise and bumped, your body hitting the branches like you’re a pinball in a pinball machine.

You then land on the ground hard, you groan with pain.

On the bright side, all the branches cushioned your fall, sort of.

Your vision is blurred, you still see stars. You blink your eyes a few times to get it adjusted. You see something coming towards you. You blink your eyes to clear your vision, but it’s coming at your fast, and it’s big, muscular, and has horns.

Oh shit.

You stagger up and start to make a break for it, when your vision clears just in time to see an an axe flying towards you.

You scream in terror and close your eyes, praying it’s aimed at a vital place in your body so you can have a quick death.

THWACK!

You open your eyes to see the axe has sunk into the tree next to you, deep into the tree.

She missed!

You chuckle and jolt forward, but are pulled back. You look behind you and see that she didn’t miss. She hooked your shirt with the blade, avoiding any flesh thankfully. You scramble to try and free your arm, when you hear the sound of knuckles cracking.

Trembling you turn around to see the minotaur standing over you, teeth bared in anger, brows furrowed, and blue eyes shooting daggers at you. She looks like she’s gonna rip you limb from limb.

“All this time…” she growls. “I thought I was going nuts! I thought I saw something reflecting…and then…it turns out I was right all along!”

You open your mouth to apologize, when she grabs you by the throat with her powerful hand. She doesn’t even need much pressure to squeeze, all that hard work has given her an amazing grip, though not amazing if you are on the receiving end.

“Now tell me…who do you work for?!?!”

You gag. “What…what are you…”

“Don’t bullshit me!” She yells. “You obviously gotta be working for someone, spying on me like that. Bet you were sizing me up, trying to see if I had anyone else here, that way you can rob me!”

This cow is crazy!!

You try to muster some words to come out as she grips your throat tightly. “No…I..”

She ignores you and continues her rant. “Bet you thought I was some helpless gal, wrong!”

She flexes a bicep in front of you, you can see it’s toned and shiny perfection, along with a sinewy blue veins bulging. If you weren’t getting strangled right now this would be hot. You thank your lucky stars you aren’t into choking.

“I earned these through a lot of grunt work, I earned that land, and everything else on it..and I’ll be damned if you bastards are gonna rob me!”

With a raspy breath, you wheeze “I wasn’t…gonna…rob…you..”

She’s looking at you dead in the eye, not convinced. “Ah I get it…you must be one of them serial killers!”

How the hell does she jump to that conclusion?

“No!” you rasp. “I’m not a robber, or a killer, and it’s only me! No one else!”

Her anger seems to waiver, and her grip loosens on your throat, but she’s still suspicious. She glances at your back pack, then smirks.

“Well then, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I….. checked your backpack?”

A knot forms in your throat, your mouth gapes open in fear as your eyes grow wide with terror.

She chuckles. “Oh, I’ll take that as a yes.”

She reaches and grabs your backpack, while you sit there, unable to do anything. This is it, this is how it ends.

She opens your backpack, thinking she’s gonna find some incriminating evidence that shows you are either a robber or killer.

She pulls out your binoculars and looks at you with a smirk. She dangles them in front of you, then tosses them aside.

Oh please don’t root any deeper.

She digs into your bag again, determined to find any evidence of your wrongdoing. She grabs something, but then you see her frown. She pulls out the tissues. She cocks her head trying to comprehend what you would be doing with that, then she notices something else in the bag. She dives her hand in and pulls out the lotion.

Oh gods why didn’t the axe just split your head down the middle?

Puzzled, she looks at the two objects, trying to see what you would be doing with them. Then she looks at you, then back at them, then back at you, then them.

Suddenly, the gears finally click together. She looks at you with wide eyes as you grow more uncomfortable. She can see the guilt on your face. She stands up, towering over you, eyes still wide with shock.

This is it, she is going to kick your shit in, literally. She’s gonna take those hooves, kick your goddamn ass until your shit goes from your small intestine, and out your mouth.

Oh why didn’t the axe just split your head down the middle like a cantaloupe?!?!

She reaches down and you wince, but hear the sound of a blade being removed from the wood. You open your eyes to see she has her axe in her arms, slung over your shoulder.

Oh no, is she gonna chop your dick off?!?!

You know you could run, but the moment you do that, that axe will send your legs flying into the woods. You can only back into the tree, and hope that by some miracle you’ll either turn invisible, or somehow shrink so you hide in a knot in the tree.

“You like apple pie?” she asks in a monotone voice.

You look up at her, puzzled. “What?”

She continues looking at you with a blank look.

“Apple pie, you like it?”

You gulp. “Yes?”

“I got an apple pie in the oven, you want a slice or two?”

Is this some sort of trap? You were expecting to maybe lose some fingers, or get disemboweled, not be offered an apple pie.

Then again, should you really say no?

“Yes,” you squeak.

She nods. “Follow me.”

She turns around and starts walking, you are still sitting there, trying to ponder what the hell just happened.

She offered you a slice of pie, why?

“You coming?” she calls.

You scramble to your feet and follow her. You trail behind her as you both walk to her little house. You are wondering what the hell you are doing, why are you following her? You had the chance to bolt away without her noticing, and you didn’t even take it! Then again, an apple pie sounds good. But it could be a trick! The moment you get into the cabin she’ll knock you out! Then she’ll do all sorts of horrendous things to you!

Or…maybe she actually wants to give you an apple pie.
You then bump into her. Your mind was so occupied you forgot to look in front of you. She looks behind and sees you staring at her with wide eyes. You then notice that you are near her house. You were really wrapped up in your thoughts if you didn’t notice that.

“Nice place,” you squeak.

“Thanks.”

You notice that her voice cracked when she said that, but not with anger, but with anxiety, how is she nervous?

She takes her axe and throws it towards the stump, it hits the side stump with a loud thwak. She really is accurate with that.

“Good…good throw,” you compliment.

“Thanks!” she squeaks.

There it is again!

She then starts walking towards her house, you follow obediently. As you get closer to the house, you can smell the delicious scent of cinnamon, spices, and apples. There is a pie cooking!!

You can feel your mouth watering, thinking of that pie.

She opens the door for you and you enter. It’s a nice house, small though. The bedroom is in the same room as the kitchen, and her bed is a nice king sized bed for a big gal like her. You see her oven looks like a gas powered stove. There’s a nice circular, wooden table in the center of the room with two chairs. She must not get a lot of guests.

“Pie should be done by now,” she says as she walks over to the oven. She puts on some oven mitts and takes it out and sets it on the counter. “It’ll need to cool off, have a seat at the table.”

You sit at the table, waiting for the pie. She sits down in a chair just next to you.

And then…awkward silence.

You aren’t sure what to say or even ask in this situation. You tap your foot nervously trying to think of something to say. You can see the minotaur glancing at you, then looking away. She’s twirling her long blonde hair nervously like a girl on a first date. It’s an awkward moment for the both of you.

Finally she breaks the ice, “So..you were…watching me?”
Why on earth did she have to lead with that??!?!

You keep your eyes glued to the table, you feel your face turning red like a tomato. You can feel sweat dripping down your face as you shuffle your arms nervously. Your eyes dart and you see her staring intensely at you, awaiting an answer.

You know you can’t keep this up forever, you gulp and muster out a squeak. “Yes.”

She hums nervously, then follows up with, “And…I take it you were……”

“Yes!” you cut her off, you really don’t want her to finish that sentence.

“Ok,” she trails off, twirling her hair nervously, she then glances at you, then gulps. “So….you find me….attractive?”

You look at her with astonishment, and confusion. Did she just really ask you that? She looks at you with worried eyes, she wants an answer, really badly, she wants to know.

“Yes…yes I do,” you reply with some confidence in your voice.

You see her eyes light up and she leans forward, “Wh..why?”

You take a deep breath, this is going to be a long explanation. “Well, for starters your body is perfectly toned. You have done an exceptional job staying in shape, your biceps, triceps, and forearms are all sculpted to perfection. I’m willing to bet your abs are amazing as well, the perfect abs you could lick the sweat off of. Your thighs are just absolutely sturdy, all that field work has made them excellent, and it’s gone to your ass, which just looks so sturdy, fuck I want to touch it! Then your breasts…”

Your brain catches up to you and tells you to stop talking! It was too late to stop that comment about her ass, but now it stopped you just in time before you say anything else lewd.

The minotaur is looking at you, mouth gaped open, you can see her fiddling with her fingers nervously.

“So..my age doesn’t bother you?”

Oh thank goodness, she’s not gonna ask about the breasts.

“Of course it doesn’t,” you reply. “I mean, you are a milf!”

“Milf?” she asks. “What’s that?”

Does she not have the internet in this place!?!!?!?

You nervously chuckle. “It means..you are…an attractive older woman.”

She shudders and bites her lip. “So..you aren’t afraid of…my body?”

You cock your head, confused. “No…why?”

“Well….it’s just…you know….” she flexes a powerful bicep you gulp looking at it. “I ain’t built like other gals, I got a lotta lean meat on these bones.”

You chuckle nervously and smile sheepishly. “Well, there are guys who are into that, and…I’m one of them.”

Oh nice, why don’t just you tell her you want to lick the sweat off her abs then? Oh wait, you might have implied that already.

You can see her bite her lip, her fingers nervously tapping her fingers on the table.

She glances over her shoulder. “I think the pies cooled off.”

She scurries over and grabs the pie, she sets it on the table in front of you and slides you a plate. She cuts you a slice and sets it on your plate. The pie is still warm, and you nose is welcomed with wonderful smells of apple, cinnamon, and spices. Using your fork, you cut a little piece off and take a bite. Your mouth explodes with flavor as the apple filling coats your tongue in sweetness, yet it’s not too overpowering. The crust is fine as well, it’s not too dry, yet isn’t too soft, it goes apart in your mouth like a fresh baked cookie. You start scarfing down the rest of the pie quickly.

“This is amazing!” you say with a mouthful of pie.

She smiles nervously. “Thanks, hell, I spend most of my time baking when I’m out here, got a lot of recipes, not a lot of people to share them with.”

You finish your slice and ask for another. She bits her finger passionately, as if she’s trying to contain herself. “Of course!”

She cuts you off another slice and you instantly scarf it down. This apple pie is phenomenal! You can see her fidgeting nervously as you eat her pie. You then scarf down a third slice.

You swallow the last bite and notice that the sweetness has dried your mouth. “May I have something to drink?”

“How about some…milk?” she says, voice cracking.

“Sure!”

She grins sheepishly, “Can you close your eyes?”

You shrug your shoulders and close your eyes. You aren’t sure why she wants your eyes closed, maybe she’s just a secretive gal.

“Open them.”

You open your eyes, and the next sight makes them pop out of your head like a cartoon character.

Her overalls are unbuttoned, and her white shirt is now on the floor, and your eyes are fixated on her glorious orbs. You knew she had a rack, but holy hell! This is amazing!! Compared to her tan body, her breasts are pale from being under those overalls, and the tan lines are fairly obvious on her neck. They are at least double d cup sized breasts, and they are bouncing as she nervously heaves. She sees your eyes boring a hole in her breasts and she gives them a jiggle for you. You start panting like a lapdog with your tongue out, is she actually…?

You look at her and she nods her head.

You scootch over to her, closer to those glorious orbs. While you still are thirsty, maybe the sweat on those breasts will quench your thirst.

Opening your mouth and slowly ferry your head towards her breasts. Long have you dreamed of this, and it’s finally coming true!!!

You latch your lips around her areola and start sucking. You hear her exhale with pleasure. You suck on her tit for a while rolling your tongue over her nipple, enjoying every second of it, when you feel a warm liquid enter your mouth. It’s sweet, and milky.

You pull your mouth away and look, you see white milk oozing out of her nipple. You look up at her and she grins sheepishly.

“Hope you aren’t too spooked,” she says nervously. “I…I produce milk, you know, I am a part cow after all.”

You answer her question by latching your mouth to that glorious tit again, sucking even more aggressively. You hear her moan with surprise as you suck out that glorious sweet nectar. The milk runs down your throat, you feel refreshed, powerful, and your thirst is quenched. You want it all, every last drop of milk. You can feel her body quivering as you suck, her moans grow lowder. She gently grabs your hand and guides it down her overalls. Your hand brushes pass her sculpted abs, and down the cotton panties. You slip past them, right down to her juicy, sweet flower. You reach her flower, and your finger feels the sensitive button that is the clit. She groans with bliss. You rub your finger in a circular pattern on her clit and she throws her head back and lets out a passionate groan.

“Yes! Don’t stop!”

You didn’t even want to, you were wrapped up in that sweet nectar. You continue sucking and rubbing, she wraps her arm around your head and presses you deeper into her breast, like she wants you to inhale the entire tit! You probably would have to break your jaw to do that. You feel the warm tit touch your nose and cheeks. Her hips buck as you overstimulate her clit. You feel like you can go on forever, when she finally bucks her hips and her body jolts in a quick movement with such power that the wooden chair breaks.

You both fall to the floor, luckily, you aren’t hurt since your face landed on her breasts. Your hand feels sticky as girl cum leaks out of her orgasmed pussy. You look at her, she’s heaving with pleasure.

“Holy…shit…” she moans. “Fuck…you know how to make a gal like me feel young.”

“You ok?” you ask.

She looks at you and gives a weak smile. “Fuck yeah.”

Your mind finally catches up to you and you realize that you have a major hard on. All that sucking and rubbing mixed with her moans really gave you a major stiffy. Her eyes fall to your bulge.

“Well, I think it’s time I returned the favor to you.”

She gets up and hoists you up, and carries you to her bed. She sets you down gently, then peals offer overalls.

“Made a mess in these,” she chuckles as she tosses them aside, then she flashes a wink at you as she peels off her panties. “Courtesy of you.”

She tosses them aside, and you see her fully nude body in front of you. You gape your mouth in awe, she’s perfect. Perfect abs, powerfully thighs that bulge with power. A glorious, dripping pussy. An amazing rack, and powerful arms. All that work in the field has crafted this perfect specimen of a body. She notices your gaping and flexes her muscles for you in demonstration.

“So, you really like this?” she purrs.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” you moan, you are foaming at the mouth with arousal.

She grins then walks over to you, her hips swaying with rhythm, and her tail flicking with delight. She gets on her knees and unzips your fly. She sees you pitching a tent in your underwear and grins. She pulls down your pants, then moves onto your underwear. You feel your body shaking with anticipation. She pulls down your underwear, revealing your hard member.

She licks her lips and gives your tip a little peck with her lips. You softly exhale under your breath. She peppers it with kisses, then takes her glorious breasts and wraps them around the base of your shaft. She spits on your cock, then in between her cleavage to lube it up. She then fondles them, and presses them together, slowly stroking your cock. You groan through your teeth as you gaze at this sight.

“You like these?” she purrs.

“Oh yes!” you squeal.

She sucks on the tip of your cock as she continues to stroke you with her cleavage. Buck your hips, sending your cock deeper into her mouth. She continues to suck and stroke your manhood. Her breasts feel so soft and warm on your man hood, her drool lubes up your rod even more, allowing her cleavage to glide easily. You buck your hips, wanting more.

Suddenly, she deepthroats your cock, taking you by surprise. Your seed erupts down her throat and you let out a loud moan. You hear her slurp down our seed and she pulls her mouth away. She’s panting and looking at you lustfully.

“Felt good didn’t it?” she asks.

You nod.

She notices your still hard member and smiles. “Lie down on the bed for me, ‘kay?”

You obey and lie back, scootching over to the pillows to rest your head on. She gets on the bed, crawling over to you. You see her tits swaying as she approaches you. You are panting, but have a open mouth grin on your face as she approaches you.

She positions herself over you, she’s a lot taller than you so her breasts are in your face, not that you don’t mind. She positions herself over your cock, she gently grabs it and angles it. Your eyes are bulging with anticipation, and she smiles.

“Ready?”

“Yes!”

She eases down on your cock, her muscular thighs brush your cock, and you feel that tight muscular, milf pussy squeeze your cock. You moan as she eases her way down, she is gently, like she wants to savor it.

When she reaches the base, she slowly rocks her hips. You grunt with pleasure and suck on her tits, getting some more scrumptious milk down your throat.

She smiles at you. “You like these don’t you?”

You let out a muffled yes.

She hums. “It gets pretty lonely out here, I’m by myself most of the time.”

She pats your head. “But you, you took an interest in a gal like me, and I gotta say, I’m glad I didn’t split your head open.”

You hum into her breasts.

She continues as she rocks. “You liked my pie?”

You once more let out a muffled yes, you do not want to stop sucking on those tits.

“Well, come by again tomorrow, and I’ll make you another. I bake to pass time, and a gal like me can’t eat these all by myself.”

You detach from her breast for a moment. “You mean it?”

“Of course, I’ll make you more than apple: cherry, blueberry peach….”

“Boysenberry?”

She grins. “Of course.”

She leans in with a smile on her face. “And after you are done eating, you’ll get access to all the milk you want.”

You grin, definitely a great deal!

“So you’ll come by tomorrow?” she asks.

“Of course!!”

“Excellent! And don;’t worry about getting fat, I’ll give you some exercise afterwards,” she winks sensually at you.

“And…I could help with any chores around the house,” You say. It’s probably the least you can do as well.

“Such a gentleman,” she purrs as she strokes your head. “Also, I bake other goods as well, cookies, cake, cobbler…”

“Oooo, can you make a peach cobbler?” you ask.

She grins, “Of course, and afterwards….”

She leans next to your ear and whispers sensually, “Then I’ll let you eat my peach cobbler.”

You are confused for a moment, then realization draws over you. You grin and kiss her. She smiles and kisses you back. You both lock lips as she continues rocking on your hard member.

“Now, after a couple rounds, how about some cake?” she asks.

You look at her firm ass, it hasn’t been touched by the sun, but goddamn it’s perfectly smooth. You hear her giggle. “I meant actual cake you lug, I have some chocolate cake I made yesterday.”

She kisses you on your cheek then whispers. “But I’ll let you eat this cake as well.”

She then slaps her firm ass and winks at you. You smile back.

“Now, these tits still have a lot of milk in them,” she purrs. “Best make sure it doesn’t go to waste.”

You nod your head and resume sucking down that creamy, warm milk while she gently rides your member, she gets wetter the more you suck on them.

This is the life, a beautiful mllf minotaur who will cook for you, have sex with you, and let you suck on those perfect tits? You have it made! This is way better than masturbating and hanging in a tree!

To think you would have spent your time just looking, when you actually could be fucking.

But you also feel happy, she genuinely wants you. You would return tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, hanging out with her. You told your parents you were helping her around her house to be neighborly, and they bought it. It wasn’t a lie persay, because you were, but it’s much better than saying you were screwing the hot minotaur milf next door.

Even though she fed you a lot of sweets, she balanced it out with plenty of milk, fresh from the tit, sex, and of course some hard labor around the house. Whatever was in the minotaur milk, it made you stronger, you put on muscle faster, got stronger, taller, and of course, made the lovemaking last a lot longer.

But also, you garnered yourself a great partner, someone who was nervous, lonely, and wasn’t sure if men would be attracted to her. And she loved you for that, and you knew when she held you, kissed you, cooked for you, and most importantly, cuddled with you after sex.

But you knew it when a month later, she told you she loves you, and you replied you love her back.

She smiles nervously at you, “So, I got a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Since you love me, does that mean….you’ll stay with me?”

You smile. “Of course.”

“Even if…we have to make the house a little bigger?”

You’re confused. “Why?”

She sheepishly grins and touches her stomach. “I think we’ll be having some company.”

Your eyes go wide. “You mean….”

Tears of joy fill her eyes. “Yes, so…will…”

You cut her off. “Of course!!”

You rush over and kiss her stomach, then her lips. She sniffles with joy.

“You know how to make a gal like me happy,” she sobs.

You embrace each other and then go to the bed to lie down. You don’t make love, you hold each other, and you suck on her breast while she hums with joy.

Now you have to wait for the due date, but that’s ok, it’ll give you plenty of time to get the place ready for them.

 

So this one was inspired by monster musume where Kimihito goes to a farm full of minotaurs. But instead of a bunch of minotaurs, I made it just one minotaur who happens to be lonely. Also, I just wanted to make another fluffy one. If only Kimihito actually got down with some minotaurs. However, this will suffice. I hope you all enjoyed this, and remember if you want to support me, check out my buy me a coffee which is @ buymeacoffee.com/cowboyweeb

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