Chapter 14

The bull appeared to live on the wealthiest part of that wealthiest of communes.

When she saw his cabana, her jaw dropped to the sand.

Though all of those mansions were called “cabanas” due to their wood architecture mimicking actual beach-side cabanas, they were more mansions than anything else—and the bull’s was the biggest of them all.

Three stores, surrounded by palm trees, lots of glass and open spaces.

“Must have cost a fortune,” she muttered, her eyes drawn away from his cock and ass for a brief second.

Even just renting that place would be a fortune. How did the bull come about so much money? Honestly, it didn’t matter, but it was still fun to theorize.

For a man like him, just snapping his fingers at some bloke would net him a cool milly. People would pay everything for a glimpse of a single inch of his veiny monster cock. If he sold pictures of his body online, he’d net tens of millions every month, easy peasy.

In a way, he probably did his money like the princess did hers. Not necessarily with pornography, but simply leveraging their outrageous good looks.

Irrelevant, irrelevant. In the end of the day, these were simply nice conjunctures to have, and the only thing that really mattered was the monstrous mass the stallion had packing in his oversized shorts.

Bwoom!

Bwoom!

Bwoom!!

As he walked, his glutes flexed and hardened, harder than stones, and his testicles swung loudly between his thighs, hitting them with a splash that further stirred up the heavy semen within.

Glurb!

Glurb!

Glurb!

The breast-naked woman bit her lips and shivered. She could hear the sound of his semen as it boiled inside his glands. He was still wet from their bath, about an hour ago, and so his shorts clung super tight to his massive body in a way that the shape of his genitals was super prominent, and even when his massive dick had gone soft again, she could see its thickness, its vein-laden tube, and the cock was so large that it curled around itself at least one, like a straw bent in the middle to fit on a small cup, or something.

“Jesus. Sweet… Jesus,” she uttered and gasped as her eyes melted on the oval shape of his turgid testicles. The two hangers weighed heavily on the bottom of his shorts, pulling the whole thing down, almost undressing the man if he wasn’t careful to tastefully pull the shorts back up every once in a while.

She never saw testicles so full and bloated that she could feel their weight without touching. Well, not on humans. The only time she saw testicles so big was on the backside images of breeding animals, like bulls of those overgrown Chinese hogs.

His testes were huge, huge, huge, huge! Bigger than any human, for sure, and closer in size to the testicles of bulls. Close, very close!

“Jesus…!”

She adored the look of those heavy, cum-filled orbs as they pressed against the bottom of his tight, black shorts, desperate to fall to the ground with all their weight, impossible to be contained by mere fabric like that for much longer.

Their power was impossible to describe! She felt their heat and virile potential in the way they throbbed and expanded, with the veins around them seemingly growing thicker as more and more semen was pumped around them.

“Uuuuurrhm! Uuuuuurrrhm! Uuuuuurrrhm!”

The bull seemed to be breathing more heavily. She wasn’t sure it was because of the quick breeding that evening.

A part of her was offended that he decided to breed another girl first, but it was okay. A bull like him could have her in any way he wanted, whenever he wanted, in any terms he desired.

That’d she could get just a drop of his semen was enough. That she would probably get a flood of it was heaven!

But anyway, they arrived at his place. The bull was breathing more heavily, she noticed, and it didn’t seem to be because of that casual, disciplinarian breeding he did on the female cop, but instead because of… her.

His penis had gone completely soft. His testicles, though, were enormous, bigger than gods, and the muscles of the stud appeared to be thicker, more shredded, his body more devoid of water, like he was rippling against his own skin, an over-muscularity that recalled to the characters of Baki, a famous Janapese manga.

No. His intense breath appeared to be the result of intense focus. Intense horniness. Of deep and profound desire to breed—and to be breed for real this time!

TO. BREED. HER!

The princess could barely contain themselves when they walked through the front porch of his house. All of the doors were unlocked, and most of the windows were wide open.

It was a beautiful sunset. Usually, she would have stopped to look at the suns as they set over the horizon, but that evening, the only huge balls of fire she wanted to see was his testicles—plus the titanic behemoth that followed them.

“Jesus… sweet…” She mumbled words of desire as they entered the main room.

“Will go take a bath.” The bull continued to walk, paying no mind to her. “If you want bath, take any bathroom you want on this side of the house.” He pointed to his right while taking the stairs to the second floor on his left. “I’ll go on this side. Don’t come after me. I don’t wanna look at you again ‘cause you’ll make me bust my shit, and I don’t want my penis to get hard again, not before I show you all of its power and all of my virility.”

“Jesus…” Her heart jumped, and she squirted hard with his words.

No one talked like that, though she always wanted to.

There was never any reason for her to talk like this, so frank and out loud, because no living being had a body and a set of genitals to back these words up.

She had, but she never thought any man would have.

He had. And he had it more than she had it.

She took no bath. She stood there, helpless in the living room, waiting for the bull to come back.

She heard him taking a shower, and even from that distance, she thought she could hear the brutal sound his genitals made when being washed.

She imagined the tanned, muscled monster running his massive, heavy hands over and over his floppy, foot-long behemoth.

She imagined the way the penis, riddled with veins, would flop around his fingers and shake between his hands, and how the penis and the massive, massive testes would crash and collide, making a sloppy mess, and how the shampoo and the bubbles would flow between the crevices of those enormous organs, and how the soap would flow between the aggressive trenches between the man’s abs, raining down on the still-flopping, still-throbbing penis.

Splash!

Splash!

Splash!!

She imagined all of this and she sprayed the ground with more and more of her lubes.

“God. Oh, god. God!” She cringed her teeth and closed her fists, feeling the flood of her juices weigh down her thong the same way the testicles weighed down the black shorts of the stud. “Fuck! Oh, fuck me to hell!”

Throwing all caution the wind, she pulled out her thong.

She threw her thong to the wind soon after.

Naked. Naked and glorious, she was, in the middle of his living room.

Her breasts lactated less intensely now, but still the milk formed delicate tongues of white that flowed down the enormous surface of those mammaries, dripping, sometimes splashing on the ground, next to her feet, on the puddle of pussy soup she had squirted—and was still squirting.

The wind was cold when the bull wasn’t nearby, but her insides felt hot, hot, hot, HOT, and this inner hotness, when clashing with the outer cold, made her cringe her teeth harder, tighten her fists harder still, and shiver, quiver, quake, counting the seconds until the bull was done with his bath and ready to incubate her like a life-sized, living, breathing sex doll.

She didn’t want to mother his children. She wanted to birth them like a cow.

She didn’t want to make love. She wanted to be bred like livestock. Like a mare.

She didn’t want love from him. She craved only his mere brutality.

“I’m not human when he’s with me.”

And neither was he a human. No.

They were animals. Mere animals to breed—and it couldn’t be any other way but this when the stud was around, as a being with such size, of such power, couldn’t be thought of as anything but… a beast!

When one had genitals so large, and all of the muscles in the world to back them up, one wasn’t really human anymore. Just… bull.

And then, the stud appeared.

“There you are,” he uttered, and his voice shook the entire wooden construct of the cabana. “Nice.”

He saw that she was naked, and he approved of it.

Instinctively, very silly, the woman tried to cover her giant mammaries and steaming sex when he brought down his heavy, brown eyes to her, but then she remembered there was no need for shame next to that being, whose very appearance was shameful, whose very existence was indecent.

He was sex incarnate. So was she.

She rarely thought of herself in such terms, though, for he never found in the world a vessel with which to express them.

Now, she had, and it made her unafraid to speak the unholy truth:

“I am sex incarnate. He is pure sex too.”

Unaware of her spoken thoughts, the woman felt a rumble on the wooden floor, and then she realized the stud was climbing down the stairs, walking to her with his immense, hard body, and his even more immense, fat junk… ready to breed.