Page 34 of Bull Moon Rising
“You are aware I’ll beruttingyou?”
“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 someminotaurs 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.”
Hot, wild instinct.
The need to fill my mate between her thighs with my seed. To fill her cunt so full of my cum that there’s no chance she can rise from our bed without a child inside her. And because the moon is coming, the thought is an enticing one. It’s all wrong, but my baser instincts love it.
“I’ve heard from my mother’s brother about a Taurian who had a mate. She used a sponge to stop his seed inside her, and the hand of thegod was so heavy upon him that he fished it out and then shoved it into her mouth to stop her protests while he plowed her. Heard she had twins, too, because the god was teaching them a lesson. But don’t be too alarmed by that. The god will understand when it’s not a good time, and I’ll make a plentiful offering to Old Garesh to appease him. But during the Conquest Moon? I’ll be lost, Aspeth.”
Even though she’s a stranger to me, and an irritating one, I can’t deny that her body is enticing. I can’t deny that a willing partner for the Conquest Moon is an exhilarating thought. I can’t deny that I’m looking forward to things. Just thinking about it has made my cock hard, seed dribbling down my shaft as I lie next to my woman and tell her all the filthy things I’m going to do to her.
“I’ll take you hard and fast,” I tell her, and my voice is a growl of pure unadulterated lust. “I’ll want nothing more than to shove my knot deep inside you and fill you with my seed. I’ll fuck you hard and bury myself inside, and then we’ll wait for my knot to go down. During that time I’ll be tied inside your body, locked to you. And then once it goes down, I’ll probably want to fuck all over again. Some Taurians don’t come up for air until the moon passes entirely. We’ll have to keep food and drink nearby. I’m going to be in an absolute frenzy. When we’re done, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week. That’s not bragging—that’s a fact.”
I reach for my aching cock and then pause, glancing over at the form of her in the bed. “I know it’ll be your first time, but I won’t be gentle. Can’t be gentle. I won’t brutalize you, but we need to get comfortable with each other before the moon fully rises. I’m not saying that to get my rocks off, no matter how it seems. I’m saying that foryou. You should be comfortable with my body, and I should know how to please yours. That will make things easier for both of us. You should know Taurians aren’t built like regular humans. Just like we’re built bigger overall, we’re bigger everywhere. If you want an anatomy lesson, I’m happy to give you one.”
The idea pleases me. Not just the thought of shoving my hard cock into her hand and letting her explore it, but the practicality of it.
“Actually, we should add that to your lessons. We can meet after class. What do you think?”
Aspeth lets out a gentle snore.
Shock courses through me as I stare at her back. How can a female sleep at a time like this? When I’ve just explained to her in great detail how I’m going toruther?Takeher? In public if the need upon me is too great? That I’m going to fuck her so hard—
She shifts in the bed and as she does, I notice a smear of dirt on her arm. She was so tired from the rock carrying earlier that she must have opted not to bathe but just crawl straight into bed.
And here I am trying to have a conversation with her.
I snort at my own arrogance and adjust my aching cock under the blanket. Tomorrow, perhaps I won’t push them so hard. Or I’ll at least make certain Aspeth is awake before I launch into a conversation about my anatomy.