Patreon Compilation – Fic#359 – Logan/anon Female char – My Time At Sandrock – minotaur!Logan; breeding kink; breast play – Make It Comfy 2

Logan/anon female char – Logan wakes up alone and immediately tracks down the warm pussy from last night. He has the animalistic need to keep her filled up.

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Logan is usually pretty good about being calm and collected – and a bit cocky when he can fuck around with the Sandrock police. But it all seems to have flown right out of the window the moment he opens his eyes and notices that the gal from last night is nowhere to be found.

Heat is crawling through his limbs and keeps his cock at an awkward halfmast, the thing wagging in front of his pelvis as he awkwardly gets up on his hoofs and tries to take stock of the situation.

He’s horny. Unbearably so. It’s not something that is common place for him. Usually he gets something like this once a month or once every other month, but not like this. Not this intense. Not this quick. Maybe getting his dick wet for the first time in ages does that thing to a man.

He is hungry for more. Where is she? She can’t be all too far because her clothes are still on the ground from last night; leading in a haphazard line toward where Logan is standing now, nostrils flaring, trying to catch-

There. His heart awkwardly jerks in his chest and his cock flexes obediently as a dog as a result. Her scent is soft on the breeze creeping into the little cave he has used as a safe place from the sandstorm.

The storm has quieted down for now, though he can feel it in his bones that it will roar back to life before long.

He slowly moves out of his hiding place, nose in the air, following the scent of her toward a small gathering of water not too far off. He can hear her humming softly to herself and splashing in the water as she cleans herself off.

Off of his cum.

Logan’s heart seizes once more, his large bull cock suddenly continuing to fill out to its embarrassingly impressive length as he realizes that he can not have that. He can’t have her cleaning her silky little pussy out when he needs to be inside her and breed her up.

His hoofs crunch on the sandy ground as he moves closer. She must be able to hear him but only lifts her head half a second before he is on her. Her mouth opens into a dark, red ‘o’ of surprise, her eyes going wide for a split second. Then her brain seems to catch up with what is happening and that same devious grin from the night before splits her face as Logan grunts low in his throat and grabs her by the arms and pulls her out of the shallow water.

She’s squealing, high-pitched and blessedly brief as Logan’s ears wag desperately from the pitch of it. She quickly presses a hand against her mouth, her eyes dancing and intense as he puts her down on the ground. The grass is stiff from the sun mercilessly burning down on it for hours on end, and there is so much sand that it quickly becomes muddy on her moist skin… but she curls her arms and legs around him as if in invitation once she’s got herself back under control.

“Oh wow,” she sighs and glances down at his cock lying along her stomach. He’s so big compared to her that Logan feels a stab of apprehension and embarrassment. Like it was his fault that he was this inhumanely big. “Hey there, big guy.”

His cock flexes and a fat bead of pre-cum beads against the tip, trembling precariously and then rolling down the head to dab against her sternum. Because he’s so much bigger than her that his dick is snuggled up between her goddamn tits.

Logan feels light headed just looking at it.

He doesn’t know what to say. Usually he is suave and doesn’t have a problem voicing his mind, but having been caught pretty literally with his pants down had had him tongue tied since last night.

He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. It sounds forlorn even to his own ears. The gal – God, he still doesn’t even know her name – coos at him.

“Don’t sound so sad! Damn, never had a fella be so heartbroken about his dick between my tits. Kind of knocks my confidence, you know?”

She sounds playful but Logan’s throat constricts in sudden panic at making her feel anything less than desperately, desperately wanted. He chuffs hot through his nose and leans down, mouth opening wide to pull one of her nipples and half her breast into his mouth.

She had been in the middle of saying something; some ‘hey’ and ‘I didn’t mean it like that, you know that, right?’ but before she can really finish it, she cuts herself off with a gurgle and bends her spine upward, pushing her delicious tits deeper into his mouth.

Logan’s tail swishes behind him. He can feel a squirt of pre-cum from his own cock hitting the underside of his chin and the thought that he can’t get it all into her- that he can’t stuff every single drop into her womb is suddenly so unfathomable that he rears back again, her swollen breast popping out of his mouth.

Where his lips had sealed in a wide circle around her actual areola, her skin is puffy and blood red. A delicious bruise that he stares at while he shuffles awkwardly to get the tip of his dick between her creamy, welcoming thighs. She spreads them so wide she’s almost doing the splits.

Her cunt is still puffy from last night. It looks obscene and delicious and he takes a moment to just stare at it as he presses the impossibly large tip of his cock there, smearing it up and down through her gash and nudging it up against her prominent, desperate clit.

Apparently taking his pause for hesitation, she suddenly reached forward, hands and arms like snakes, fingers digging into the fur across Logan’s pectorals and pulling sharp enough to snap his attention up into her face.

She is flushed and her eyes are shining. Before he can ask whether she is okay, she hisses: “Get inside me!”

Logan blinks slowly. He has half a second to marvel about the grit of these desert gals before he snaps into action and looks down again. Because he kind of has to watch as he carefully guides his dick back to her swollen, red plum and starts to push inside.

Honestly, he’s seen a lot of shit in his life. And he’s not dumb. Yet despite last night’s adventures he is absolutely certain that he won’t fit. For all intents and purposes his cock is simply too meaty to squeeze itself into the warm little hole he had felt earlier.

And still.

Still, she opens up nice and welcoming and her jaw goes loose as she feels the massive dick worming its way into her very core.

Logan’s huge hands cup her cheeks. He wants to ask her if she’s alright, but gets distracted by her tits, heaving on her chest, one deliciously plump and flushed from his mouth. He feels like he should extend the same curtesy to the other. So he leans down and does just that, figuring she’s so much of a spitfire that she would let him know without a doubt if he were hurting her.

She’s gasping, eyes rolling into her skull with every repeated shove of his swollen cock into her hot, willing body. Little ‘ah!’ ‘ah!’ ‘ah!’s that race up and down Logan’s spine and make his tail do weird stuff behind him as his hoofs scrabble in the sandy ground, trying to get an even better leverage to push into her. His mouth is relentless on her tits, sucking and nipping and plucking her plump nipples, and his hips are just as busy; trying to shove himself even deeper. To somehow convince the swollen opening ov her cervix to open up for him wider, wider, wider still so he can fuck right into where he needs his veritable gallon of cum to go.

Because he needs this. He needs it more than anything else in his life, he thinks. He needs this… so… so badly. Fucking into her. Filling her up. Breeding her.

For some delirious moments Logan is thinking about keeping her a prisoner so he can watch her belly go from swollen because it’s sloshing with his cum to swollen because she is carrying his gargantuan child. He thinks if she doesn’t want to stay on her own volition he might just chain her down like some kind of pet because he needs to make sure it has taken. He needs to be absolutely goddamn certain – and fuck, maybe the Sandrock police isn’t so far off after all when they call him a monster and an abomination.

A sane, good hearted man wouldn’t think these things about a gal like her.

But then again, he’s pretty sure these sane, good hearted men have not been in his shoes with her hot, velvety cunt wrapped around their dicks like a vice.

He thinks it can fuck a man up real fast.

From how she grins at him, delirious, shivering as she is coming on his cock, tears of overstimulation squeezing from the corners of her eyes – she knows it quite well.