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Having a job at a breeding ranch is usually pretty laid-back and cushy. It's a public service, you know? One that takes care of everybody's needs with minimal downsides or fuss. Cow-girls need to be looked after, and the bulls need a safe place to blow off some steam. It's a big win for everybody.
Well, unless you're not part of the breeding crew; then it can be a hormonal nightmare. Imagine being constantly exposed to fucking, or the aftermath of fucking, or the consequences of fucking, all while not being able to actually fuck.
The elven ranch hand in charge of the breeding pens knows this all too well. They love their job, but working here makes them feel like they're living in a near-constant state of arousal. Gods, the number of times they've slipped off to a quiet corner to rub and grind against a convenient spot for a bit of relief is obscene.
And it doesn't help that there's this one minotaur bull who's an absolute beast—burly muscles coiled around a massive frame, and with a cock to match. He’s surprisingly gentle, but that doesn’t stop him from pounding the cows until their eyes are practically rolling back in their heads from pleasure.
The elf has watched him work countless times, to the point where that bull started living rent-free in the dirty recesses of their mind. He’s a frequent star in their fantasies, passing over the cows to ruin their much smaller body with his enormous shaft.
Gods.
It all comes to a head during a rare lull in peak breeding season, when the elf has slipped off yet again to take the edge off. This time, they’ve found an alcove where they can tug down their trousers and drive a few fingers into their already sopping hole, the hem of their shirt caught between their teeth to stifle their sounds.
But apparently, they didn’t manage to be quiet enough.
On the cusp of another heady orgasm, the elf suddenly finds themself plucked from their bolt hole and hauled deeper into the barn. "I'm sorry, I just…” a deep, achingly familiar voice groans, already pushing the elf’s lithe form up against a nearby wall. “I have to…”
Oh.
Oh.
The minotaur crowds close, yanking the elf’s trousers down with enough force that they almost tear. His lightly-furred body smells strongly of earth and musk as he rubs his bare cock against the tunic still shrouding the elf’s back. There’s something hot and slick smearing as it moves, soaking into the fabric and marking them with his scent, and that knowledge sends a pulse of heat right through the elf’s core. “Please, don't… Don't…”
Don’t what? Don’t push him away? Don’t scream? Because those are the last things the elf wants to do right now, with the object of their most carnal fantasies mere inches away from turning their much smaller body into a cock shealth. The elf whimpers, spreading their thighs as best they can and arching back, a silent plea for whatever the minotaur is willing to give.
There’s the barest of pauses as what rational thought remains in the bull’s head clues him in to his soon-to-be-lover’s enthusiasm. He snorts in delight, hot air gusting from his flared nostrils, and his cock quite literally twitches. “I’ll be gentle,” he mutters, hauling the elf into the air and planting the narrow, flared head of his dick right up against their slick entrance.
‘Gentle’ is a subjective word, the elf discovers once their pent-up lover finally bottoms out in the depths of their eager cunt. At almost twice the elf’s height and five times their weight, even the most tender fuck this enormous bull could offer would be enough to wreck them. And this minotaur is quite obviously randy after several days of abstinence, his large, heavy balls swollen with potent seed as they slap against his lover.
The elf’s trim belly bulges lewdly around the minotaur’s cock with every frantic thrust. Plastered against the side of the barn and stuffed to the brim, the elf can barely tell which way is up as they’re pounded within an inch of their life.
The minotaur, meanwhile, teeters on the edge of nirvana. "O-oh… you're so tight..." He moans almost reverently at the feel of the tight heat clenching around him. He loves fucking the cow-girls, for sure, but they’ve all loosened up after bearing calf after calf over the years. This elf’s cunt squeezes him like it’s never been touched.
Their abrupt liaison doesn’t last long, not between the randy bull and the elf whose starving body swallows him deep. They fill the air with the sloppy sounds of their coupling, the vacuous moans of an elf- cum -fleshlight, and the lusty grunts of a pleasured bull, until the minotaur’s self-control finally runs out. With a monstrous bellow, he forces his massive cock as far as he can into the elf’s undersized body and climaxes.
That hot rush of seed proves to be just enough to finally send the elf careening over the edge, too.
Skewered on the minotaur’s still-throbbing shaft in the aftermath of an earth-shattering orgasm, there’s nothing the dazed elf can do but hang there and watch their abdomen jerk and expand with each new pulse of seed. Hells… they’ve let a bull minotaur fuck them. They’ve let a breeding bull come inside their unprotected cunt. There’s so much come inside them right now that they look like they’re several months pregnant.
Gods.
"Oh g-god, I needed you… needed this," the minotaur sighs, collapsing against the elf’s back as their huge lungs slowly heave.
Stupified yet surprisingly sated, the elf wraps shaking arms around their distended belly. “Me too,” they moan, woozily hoping that this won’t be the last time he gets cornered by his bovine coworker—consequences be damned.