Chapter Twenty Seven

“NOOOOOO!!”

Liam had to flee, to escape this awful prison and everything it represented. But he couldn’t leave his pregnant mate behind. The protector inside Liam wouldn’t allow that.

Instead, he scooped Gabby under his arm and leaped off the float. Women screamed and scattered as he charged through their midst, headed for a truck parked outside the big house.

“Bye, everyone!” Gabby giggled maniacally, waving farewell. “I’m off to a new life with my Daddy. I’ll write y’all, promise!”

The 1999 Chevy Silverado was unlocked with keys in the ignition. Liam hoisted the cackling blonde onto the passenger seat in a flurry of skirts, then wedged his much larger self behind the steering column.

It was a tight fit, and his hooves weren’t accustomed to working the pedals. After three failed attempts, the truck was in gear, and Liam stomped the gas.

“Where are we going, Daddy?” Gabby asked as they peeled away in a spray of gravel. “I’ve never left the county before.”

“Detroit.” He answered, trying to focus on the road. Her perfume and proximity were very distracting… very arousing. “Got work in Detroit.”

That was kinda true, wasn’t it? No matter what, he’d find a way to support them.

A baby… fuck!

“That’s wonderful, Daddy. I’m super lucky to have such a strong, capable bread-winner looking out for me… and the baby.” She cooed, resting a delicate hand on Liam’s leg, perilously close to his throbbing stiffness. “Don’t you worry, I’ll be the perfect housewife. I’ll cook for you, clean for you, and take care of all your manly needs. Once the baby is born, you can knock me up again and again until we have a tribe of lil’ rugrats…”

“Shut up. I’m still pissed at you and trying to drive.” He grumbled.

“Of course you are, Daddy. I’ve been terribly selfish. I’m sooo~ sorry.” Gabby pouted her full, luscious lips. “Please, forgive me. I’m just a foolish little girl. Let me make it up to you. Pleeease~...”

Her pleading plucked at Liam’s heartstrings. His steely shaft pulsed painfully. When they blew past the farm’s main gate with no pursuit in sight, he finally relented.

“Okay, Babe. Just this once. Then no more dick for you until we talk shit out.”

“Yes, yes, thank you!” Gabby squealed, wrestling down his shorts. Liam’s engorged length thwacked her chin. “There he is, my big Daddy’s alpha cock.”

She was using that high-pitched, sing-song voice, which always set his balls on edge. It stoked his libido almost as much as her pervasive floral perfume. Some fragment of Liam, a scrap mostly buried and eroded by months of mind-blowing sex, hypnosis, and god knew what else, triggered the world’s smallest alarm bell.

An alarm too distant to heed with the scent of Gabby’s pregnant pussy filling the car, saturating Liam’s brain with hormones that made his thoughts slippery, and his massive balls throb. He was already harder than iron and didn’t need her mind fuckery diverting his attention.

“I told ya to shaddup and suck.” His vernacular shortened as Gabby eagerly slurped on his corpulent crown. “Best get comfy on that dick, babe. Gotta long road ahead of us.”

”Mmmhmmm~!”

She was a talented cocksucker, Liam had to admit, never balking an opportunity to lavish affection of his beefy bull meat. A giving lover, too… adoring and worshipful and extremely vocal amid the throes of passion. An insatiable hellcat who spouted the filthiest praises as he hammered her sexy young body in every position imaginable.

”Ack, ack, ack, gluuurp!”

Liam grunted when she inhaled him into her **** esophagus. Gabby could take him deeper, quicker than any other heifer. Even the twins, those incorrigible cow-sluts, couldn’t match her girth-guzzling gusto.

…as though she were made for him.

“Hrrrrmph~…”

Her lashing tongue connected with Liam’s root as she swallowed him entirely. Blonde head bobbing and neck distending like an overfilled sausage casing, Gabby bathed his balls in saliva as her sublime throat-pussy constricted and tugged at him.

The truck weaved along the arrow-straight road at inadvisable speeds. Liam blinked stars from his vision, trying to correct their veering course while humping his hips, skull-fucking Gabby against the dashboard.

”Urk! Glommff… glommff… Mluurrg!”

He could picture it, their future together.

Liam returning home after a demanding day on the construction site to find Gabby barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, nursing an infant on each fulsome breast while cooking a hearty meal.

She’d put the younglings to bed before perching on his lap and spoon-feeding him dinner. Dessert would be her reinvigorating milk, direct from the teet. She’d coo and moan, emitting sounds of ardent admiration before notching Liam’s bull cock in her slick snatch then riding him at the kitchen table.

“Yes, Daddy, yes! Stuff another bun in my oven!” Gabby would scream, grasping his horns while she bounced. “Knock me up again. Aaah! Fill my fertile womb with your babies!”

Back in the present, Liam’s seed-spitting rod lurched in the blonde’s greedy gullet. His eyes glazed as steamy heat and the spicy aroma of her dripping sex fogged up the cab.

That intoxicating scent. The smell of his baby girl’s pussy juices threatened to wash away the anger and fear, to wipe his mind clean of everything but the brainless desire to fuck like dumb animal.

Liam took his glassy gaze off the road to discover Gabby had hiked up her skirts and was frantically fingering herself. A puddle of her feminine fluids pooled on the vinyl seat, dizzyingly pungent, assaulting his senses as she gobbled his knob.

”Glek, gurk, kug…” Gabby’s rapturous retching noises took on the garbled form of words as her slobbery lips grinned around his throttling pole—one word in particular. “Klah… Kham… Khum! Ku-cum! CUUUMM!!”

It was a multi-pronged attack, Liam realized too late.

His muscles seized in euphoric paroxysms. His tormented libido went supernova. A curled horn shattered the driver's side window when he tossed his head in a basso bovine bellow.

“MOOOOOOO!!”

The world dissolved into bright, warm sunlight as the last dregs of Liam’s defiance erupted from his bull cock in thick pearly ropes and the last thing he remembered was a vaguely familiar tree rushing towards them.

“There they are!” Trixie cried with relief, “Up ahead, can ya see ‘em?”

“I ain’t blind.” Dixie sighed, easing on the brakes. “What tipped you off, Sherlock? The obvious car wreck or the giant stud getting his fuckstaff polished on the roadside?”

“Hey, I’m trying to be helpful. Would it kill ya to be nice for once?”

“Whatever. Say, isn’t this the same place where Gabs first nabbed him? That would be, like, ironic or something.”

“Dunno, what’s ironic mean?”

Their rusty pick-up rolled to a stop a safe distance away from the scene of an accident.

The Silverado’s hood was wrapped around a stout cottonwood, hissing steam. Broken glass and crumpled metal painted the picture of a disaster. Both doors had been violently torn from their hinges and flung fifty feet across the clearing.

“Jesus, how does a guy hit the same tree twice?” Dixie muttered, peering through the windscreen.

“Road head, duh.” Trixie rolled her eyes like the answer was obvious. “And you call me stupid.”

To her credit, the evidence was glaring. Liam sat in the shade of said tree, slumped against the trunk as though dozing. He was battered and bleeding from several nasty gashes while Gabby knelt on the grass, diligently blowing the mega-hung stud.

She looked tired, her movements laborious, a little mussed but otherwise unharmed. Her loud sucking and slurping reached the twins’ ears and saliva immediately flooded their mouths.

“I call ‘em as I see ‘em,” Dixie grumbled, engaging the handbrake. “Should probably be thankful, though. Imagine the shit we’d be in if he’d got away.”

“Yeah. Gabs really screwed us when she spliced him.” Trixie sighed, opening her door. “It’s only been a few hours, and I’m already getting squirrely…”

“What took you sluts so long?!” Their youngest sister shouted, glaring over her shoulder at them. Shiny spunk sheeted off her chin. “Move those fat asses and take over for me. That’s an order!”

“You heard her. Giddy-up, throat-slut.” Dixie said mockingly, stepping out of the truck. “Go get your fix. I’ll be right behind ya.”

Trixie didn’t argue, jogging over to drop her knees to inhale the new alpha’s colossal cock with a whorish moan. The overty voluptuous brunette tremored in delight, her hefty tits swaying and thighs churning as she gargled his jizz.

Dixie favored a more cautious approach, eyeing warily Gabby, where she stood brushing grass off her skirts.

“Heya, sis. Sorry ‘bout the hold-up–”

Smack!

The blonde’s hand slapped her hard enough to leave a mark. Dixie reeled in shock, clutching her stinging cheek.

“That’s Miss Gabriella to you, slut! Address me properly.” Gabby snarled, raising her other hand in warning. “I’m mistress of the Cottonwood Stud Ranch now.”

“So-sorry, I didn’t mean–”

Smack!

The second strike toppled Dixie to her hands and knees. Hunching instinctively, she prostrated herself, tasting blood.

“Please… be merciful, Mistress.” She blurted through split lips. “I live to serve and advance the company’s interests.”

“That’s better, dear sister.” Gabby purred, placated. “Rise and assist me in escorting Daddy back home. He’s a mess after shielding me from the worst of the accident. He’ll want patching up before taking his place as prime alpha.”

“Yes, Miss Gabriella. As you command, Miss Gabriella.”

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