Minotaur Boyfriend Deo (complete)

    You’re a little pissed off, to say the least. You had a pretty rough year before this. Having lived in the city most of your life, you were now stuck on some ranch in the middle of bum fucking nowhere. 

    You had gone through a pretty messy breakup, and you had to move out of your apartment. Before that, you had been searching for a job, which was something that had been leading to the buildup of the breakup. Well, being homeless and jobless you didn’t have a lot of options of what you could do. So, you took an invite from your sister and her new husband to come live on the ranch with them.

    Sure, the horses were pretty, but everything smelled. The scenery may have been majestic, mountains, trees, rivers, blah blah blah, but you missed the city. You missed being able to get Chinese food at three in the morning. You missed coffee everywhere at any time. You missed the sales and shopping sprees. And ok, this made you sound a little materialistic, it was really just all the food you missed.

    Your in-laws were rough and tumble people, minotaurs actually. Your sister had married the eldest of the clan a couple of years ago when she was doing a tour for her first book. It was one of those love and first sight things, and even if you had been in a relationship, you hated hearing about it. Well, maybe that was clue one you weren’t happy.

    Anyways, you moved to be with your sister, and she was excited to have you. The house she and her husband lived in was huge, but it was nothing compared to the main house where all the family gathered. Your sister, Amy, had mentioned that her husband’s family was ‘comfortable’ but you realized their money was downright slovenly. 

    The main house was massive, and all the family met there for meals, drinks, happy hour, craft time, everything. Amy’s husband, Raul, was the eldest of eight boys and five girls. Three of the brothers were married with kids, two of the daughters were married with kids. There were at least fifteen around at all times. This didn’t include extended family either. Raul’s family, the Anastas’, were extremely generous and loving people. You couldn’t fault them that. 

    You had been given a job on the ranch, an extremely well paying one too. Since you were a ‘big city girl’ as they called you, you were tasked with keeping a social profile for the ranch. Easier said than done, most days you went around and took pictures and quick videos and posted them online. You were told that during the year, there were potlucks and charities you would organize, but so far you’d been just updating Instagram. 

    You’ve been trying to find the small things to enjoy. If you can’t order Chinese food at three in the morning, you can enjoy the view. And no, not the mountains or the rivers, the view you’ve been enjoying is the tight jeans on perfect asses. 

    It had come as a shock to you to realize that all the Anastas men had perfect, round, bubble buts. They stuck out like shelves!

    “Honestly,” Amy says to you one day, “the love, at first sight, I had with Raul was just his ass.”

    “I can see that,” you eyes linger as you watch one of Raul’s brothers struck by, his ass the stuff of dreams. 

    Amy taps your arm and grins. “That’s Deo,” she says.

    “I know Deo,” you huff. You knew Deo well actually. The two of you had a way of finding one another. You had bumped into Deo more than anyone and had gotten to know him quite well. He had the same brown and white coloring as his family, but his nose was this adorable rosy cotton candy pink. You had on more than one occasion thought it was made for kissing while his ass was made for, well, rocking.

    You and your sister usually enjoy a massive cup of coffee on the front porch while you watch the Anastas do their work. 

    “I heard something the other night,” Amy says. “Raul was talking to Deo.”

    You cut your eyes at your sister. “You always spy on your husband?”

    “Nah, they were dumb and didn’t think I could hear them,” Amy grins and then nudges you. “Deo has a great big ol’ crush on you.”

    Your cheeks burn a bit, and you look up as Deo and Raul are feeding the horses. “No.”

    “Yup,” Amy grins. “Says he’s been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out, but he keeps chickening.”

    You furrow your brow. That would explain the ‘bumping.’

    “Deo’s self-conscious,” Any tells you.

    You’re shocked by this. Deo is the middle child, but he’s the tallest of the family. He’s got the cute pink spot going on, probably the best ass of the family, and he had won the family sheep shearing contest five years in a row. 

    “He’s been hurt pretty badly in the past,” Amy tells you. “He’s the sweetest guy in the world, and he tends to let people walk all over him.” She shakes her head and frowns. “I nearly killed the last girl he dated. But, he’s kind of, well, used to being treated not well. So he doesn’t think he’s good enough.”

    “That’s bullshit,” you grumble as you look at Deo.

    “So, if I invite him to dinner, you’ll know what to do?” Amy asks.

    You flinch, nearly spilling your coffee. “Know what to do?”

    “Take him out on the porch alone, take him to your room,” Amy smirks at you. “Get him alone or something! Take a beer with you. You surely know how to do that.”

    You flop back in your seat and frown. “Maybe.”

    Deo and Raul come up to the porch then, and Raul steals Amy’s coffee from her hand. “What’re you two talking about?”

    “Discussing dinner plans,” Amy gives Raul a big kiss. “You’re joining us, right, Deo?”

    Deo smiles and you melt a little. “Yeah,” he nods. “You know I’d never turn down a good meal.” He then glances to you. “How’re you?” He leans on the railing and smiles up at you.

    Now that you know he likes you, you have a hard time looking him in the eye. Your face is burning to the tips of your ears. “I’m fine,” you say. “You?”

    Deo chuckles and his ears flick. “A little tired, but enjoying myself.”

    You offer him your coffee cup. “Need a pick me up?”

    Deo’s eyes widen a bit, but he takes the cup. His fingers brush against yours for a moment, and he finishes off the cup of coffee. 

    “You take it sweet,” he laughs as he hands you back the mug. “Good to know,” his voice is a sultry purr.

    That evening, you help Amy make dinner. It’s not your favorite thing to do, but you’re ok at it. You make a great big salad and a huge pot of potato soup. Raul and Deo come home, both getting a shower before they come eat.

    “Another secret,” Amy whispers to you as she chops carrots. She holds up a carrot to you. “The asses aren’t the only asset of the Anastas men.”

    You glare at her. “Don’t,” you warn her.

    “You asked me about my limp the other day,” Amy grins wickedly.

    You toss the potato peels at her. “Don’t!” You laugh.

    “Don’t?”

    You turn and look up, seeing Deo walk into the kitchen. He’s wearing a shirt that seems a little small and his jeans. He’s still a bit damp from his shower, and he smells amazing.

    Amy puts down the carrot. “Nothing,” she says.

    Deo stands beside you as you finish up the salad. He reaches out, stealing a bite and he smiles at you. Your heart skips a beat, and you pop his hand gently. 

    “Don’t steal,” you tell him.

    Amy excuses herself from the room, and you’re there alone with Deo. 

    “You like saying that word,” Deo teases.

    You shrug. “I...don’t,” you chuckle and smile up at him.

    Deo licks the corner of his mouth and his touches your hair, tucking a lock behind your shoulder. “I like your shirt,” he says.

    You giggle and quickly clear your throat. “Thanks.” You swallow. “I like yours.”

    “You want it?” Deo asks, tugging at the hem. “I’ll take it off and give it to your right now,” he says with that sultry purr again.

    You look up at him with a wild, bewildered stare. “Then what you wear?” The words slip out.

    Deo opens his mouth then closes it as Amy walks back in. “It should be ready now,” she says. She looks between the two of you and grins. “You hungry, Deo?”

    “Starving,” Deo takes a step away from you, but his eyes linger on you.

    After dinner, while Raul clears the table, he motions to you. “She makes the best banana bread,” he says to Deo. “You gotta try it.”

    “That’s my favorite,” Deo grins.

    You stand up. “I’ll make you a cup of coffee and get you a slice.” You then turn to Raul. “I’m going to the kitchen, I’ll take those.” 

    “Thanks,” Raul says as he passes you the dishes.

    You got into the kitchen, filling the sink and then starting the coffee pot. As you’re taking the container with the banana bread down Deo walks into the kitchen.

    “Oh, I’ve got it, you could’ve gone to watch the movie with Amy and Raul,” you say, knowing full well Amy set this up.

    “Amy told me I get to wash the dishes,” he chuckles. “If I want to earn your treat.”

    Your treat was most certainly not the banana bread. “Oh, ok, I can help.” You go over to the sink with him, rinsing the dishes and putting them away to dry while he scrubs.

    For the most part, you’re both quiet. Even over the wafting aroma of the coffee, Deo still smells amazing. A mix of soap, clean clothes, and whatever rugged scent was natural to him.

    “You know what they’re doing right?” Deo asks.

    You glance up at him. “Who is doing what?”

    Deo chuckles, and he bites his lip. “My brother and your sister,” he says, handing you the last dish. “They’re plotting.”

    “Should we alert the proper authorities?” You ask.

    “Nah,” Deo shrugs. “Not unless you feel unsafe here. If so, I’ll take you away,” that sultry purr returns. “I’ve got a cabin on the edges of the property,” he says. “I’ll hide you there.” He touches your cheek and runs his rough finger through your hair. “Take care of you.”

    Your knees wobble, and you look up at him. “You mean, they’re trying to matchmake us?” You chuckle.

    Deo laughs and walks over to the coffee pot, pouring two mugs. “You think it’s silly?”

    “No,” you shake your head. “I mean,” your eyes fall on his ass. “Not a bad match at all.”

    Deo takes a slice of the banana bread and moans softly. You nearly lose your breath at the sound.

    “Oh fuck,” Deo moans as he chews. “That’s so good.”

    You narrow your eyes at him. “Are you doing that on purpose?”

    Deo smirks. “Doing what?”

    You glance at the door then look back up at him. “Wanna eat on the porch?” You ask.

    “Is that appropriate?” Deo grins.

    You laugh and throw a dish towel at him. “Don’t!”

    “There’s that word again,” he laughs, shaking his head. He takes the banana bread and the coffee outside, sitting down on the porch swing with you. 

    You hold the warm coffee cup in your hands and look up at the vast sky. There were so many stars, it was terrific. Back in the city, you rarely got to see the stars.

    “How are you doing?” Deo asks. “I mean, Amy mentioned you were having a rough go of things when you moved in.”

    “I was,” you murmur. “But, it’s better. I’m better I mean,” you lean back. “I like it here. It’s quiet but-” you shrug. “I’m getting used to it.”

    Deo nods, “that’s good. I know Amy likes having you here.”

    “It is nice being near again,” you murmur. “We don’t have a big family,” you tell Deo. “Not like you and Raul. Amy and I were all we sometimes had.”

    “Would you have rather had a big family?” Deo asks, taking another slice of bread and devouring it.

    “Sometimes,” you sigh. “We weren’t close to most of our family, so seeing your family be so close and together is kind of a culture shock.”

    “It’s isn’t just my family,” Deo says. “It’s your family now too.”

    You smile up at Deo. “Thanks.” You look down at the container with the banana bread and gasp. “Did you eat all of that?” You hold up the empty bowl.

    “It was really good!” He laughs.

    “That was two loaves worth!” You laugh. “Where do you put it all?”

    Deo slaps his belly. “Two stomachs.”

    You point at him. “Show me.”

    Deo lifts up his shirt, and you see his muscle and the pink of his belly that matches his nose. He maps out where the stomachs are in him. “That’s why I can eat so much.”

    “Where are your lungs then?” You’re staring a bit, letting your eyes drink in his strong, rugged body.

    “Uhm, excuse me, ma’am,” Deo snaps down his shirt. “My eyes are up here.”

    You freeze in fear, having been caught staring.

    “My eyes aren’t on my ass either, so don’t look there,” Deo grins deviously. 

    Your face is a red-hot poker. “Oh my god!” You groan as you slap your hand over your face.

    Deo clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “That’s all you women ever see in me, my ass.”

    “It’s nice! I’m sorry that it’s attention grabbing!” You laugh, too ashamed to look him in the eye.

    “You control your lustful habit, you know?” Deo inches closer to you. “I’m a person,” he purrs. “Not a slab of meat.” He takes your hand, removing it from your face. “My ass won’t do anything for you without me.” He places a soft, warm kiss to your cheek. 

    “I knew you’d feel like a marshmallow,” he whispers into your ear.

    You giggle with nerves. “What?”

    “Soft, sweet, and yummy,” he says, and you snort with laughter. “What’s so funny?”

    You shake your head and grin up at him. 

    He dips down, kissing you on the lips this time. He’s tender, and you can sense he’s a little nervous. You place your hands on his face, urging him closer, deepening the kiss.

    Deo sighs as he pulls back. “Sorry,” he murmurs.

    “For what?” You ask, petting his thigh.

    “I know I’m not well, good at...that sort of thing,” he mumbles under his breath as he looks away.

    “Who told you that?” You ask. “Aside from tasting like banana bread,  though it was very good.”

    Deo cuts his eyes at you. “Really?”

    You pet up his chest and tug his neck down, pulling him in for another kiss. His big hands go around your waist, and you’re worried he’ll be turned off by your extra chuba and squish. But he squeezes more and pulls you close. His hand cups the small of your back and your body jerks with jittery nerves.

    “Is the banana bread that bad?” He asks. “Do I need to brush my teeth?”

    You giggle and kiss his cheek and neck. “It’s fine,” you gently nibble and his body jerks. You look up at him and see his gaze is lidded and he’s biting his lip.

    “Did I hurt you?” You ask.

    “No uhm-” he groans. “I’m sensitive and I uh-” he moves you off his lap. He cups his palm around his neck. “You hit a major button.”

    “Oh,” you gasp. You put your hand on his thigh again. “Then maybe we should...wait,” you whisper.

    “Maybe,” he looks down at you. “Hey uhm...do you have any like, hand lotion?”

    You arch a brow. “Hand lotion?”

    He looks at his hands, flipping them over. “Yeah they’re uhm, kind of dry.”

    “Sure,” you say and stand up. “My door is just around the corner,” you say, pointing down the porch. “If you want to come with.”

    Deo follows you to the sliding glass doors of your room. You go inside and hear him close the doors. You rummage through your drawers trying to find the lotion. Deo comes up behind you, putting his hands around your waist and kissing the back of your neck.

    “Deo,” you whisper, clutching the bottle of lotion.

    “I want to get the taste of banana bread out of my mouth,” he whispers into your ear. His hand slips along your belly and between your thighs. He kneads your mound through your leggings.

    “Ah, uhm-” you moan as the lotion clatters to the floor. “I have toothpaste,” you whimper as his fingers rub you just right.

    “I don’t like mint,” Deo moans. He picks you up and sets you down in your vanity chair. He pulls off your leggings and panties then cups your mound again. He kneads and rubs, and soon you start to hear the squish of his fingers. You whimper and mewl, clutching to the arms of the chair for dear life.

    Deo kneels down, placing your legs over his shoulders as he kisses your thighs and belly. He pushes up your shirt, and his fingers sneak under your bra. The cute pink of his nose vanishes as he licks you. His hot, broad tongue laps up your spilling nectar and then pushes inside. You gasp and shudder, brushing your fingers through his hair as he moans against you. His dark eyes flick up to you, and you shiver.

    His nose ruts to your clit as his tongue pushes inside, slurping you up. He then pulls back, his tongue swirling around your clit as he slips a thick, rough finger inside you. You clench tight around him, and Deo chuckles.

    “Is that an invite?” He growls. He kisses your clit and sucks on it gently. His finger moves inside you, stirring you up and making the ache turn into a roaring fire. You grunt and moan, throwing your head over the back of the chair. Your grip on his hair tightens, and his suction on your clit steals your breath.

    You gulp down breaths, feeling your head swim and go under. You cry out as the waves crash over you. Your legs kick and twitch, and then after a few moments, you go limp. Your body feels light and weightless, glowing and warm.

    Deo moves you to the bed, laying you down and removing the rest of your clothes. He then lays down beside you, kissing your neck and stroking down your body. You roll over, clinging to him and kissing his neck.

    “Mm,” he moans, stretching his neck.

    “Did you get the taste out?” You purr.

    Deo chuckles and rubs your back. “Oh yeah,” he sighs.

    You stroke the front of his jeans. “Doesn’t that zipper hurt?”

    “Like fucking hell,” Deo growls. “I just didn’t-” he hesitates.

    You tug down the zipper and open his jeans up. His boxers tent and pop out. You tug down the elastic, taking his thick, heavy cock into your hand. You stroke him, listening to him moan and pant quietly into your ear.

    “Fuck,” you growl. “You’re a big boy.” You kiss his neck as you pump him in your hand. You rub his cock to your soft thigh.

    “Wait-” Deo moans. “Oh god,” he pants.

    You bite his neck and Deo makes a strained, sudden sound. You feel his cock throb, and it spurts, gushing along your fingers and thigh, dribbling down your ass.

    He moans and shudders. “Oh fuck,” he pants. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry.”

    You kiss him, laying him back into the bed. “Don’t apologize,” you purr. “You told me to wait,” you kiss him, laying on top of him. 

    “I wanted to fuck you though,” he pants.

    You stroke your fingers up his horns then kiss the cut pink patch on his nose. “What? Like tonight was your one chance?” You chuckle. “You’ve got many chances.”

    Deo looks away, almost shamed. “Still,” he grumbles. “So fast I-” You silence him with a kiss.

    “It’s normal, don’t feel bad,” you tell him sternly. “I’m not offended,” you smirk. “I’m quite flattered really.”

Deo kisses you and chuckles. “I was really excited.”

“Let me go mop up,” you say. “You relax, and I’ll be right back.” You get up, going into your bathroom and cleaning up Deo’s mess.

When you return, Deo is naked and laying on his stomach. He wiggles his perfect ass in the air and smirks at you. “Your reward.”

“I thought my reward was the great orgasm,” you say as you climb back into bed. “What’s this?” You pet down his back and scratch the base of his tail. 

Deo wiggles his ass more, lifting his hips off the bed. “Play with it,” he chuckles. “Go on.”

You bite your lip and reach down, you take a great big handful and squeeze. “Oh my. Surprisingly firm.”

Deo groans and thrusts back into your palm. “Nice, right?”

You giggle and kiss him. You then kiss down his back until you reach his ass, which you bite.

Deo groans loudly. “Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth.

“Button?” You ask.

He nods and buries his face into the pillow. “Fuck yeah.”

You knead his cheeks, digging your fingers in and biting. Deo keeps his face buried in the pillows, moaning and panting. You rub his ass then rear back, giving him a sharp slap. It giggles, and his hips rise off the bed. Deo’s loud cry is muffled back the pillows, but it’s a pleasurable sound.

You catch your breath, feeling your fire stoke again. You bite your lip and give his ass another resounding clap. Deo cusses into the pillow, laughing in pleasure as he settles back down. You spank him again, rubbing his cheek afterward as it starts to grow rosy.

“Do you like that?” You purr, kissing his lower back.

Deo nods. “I uhm...I really like that.”

You kiss up his back and lay on him. “Want more?”

    Deo sits up, and you slide back down onto the bed. You look up as Deo rises, seeing his big bull cock is hard again. It’s pink, just like on his belly and nose.

    “I want it all,” Deo moans as he lays on top of you. He kisses you and hikes up your hips. His thick cock rubs against your needy slit, bumping to your clit and teasing your folds. Deo grunts and moans, eventually sliding his tip inside.

    You gasp, never having something this thick inside before, although you’ve always daydreamed about it. You cling to his back, clawing down as he slips further inside.

    “Oh fuck,” Deo strains.

“It’s ok,” you pant. “Go slow, go slow,” you coax him.

    Deo grinds his hips, moving just his tip inside you. His mouth hangs open, and he pants. He starts to move a little deeper. You gasp and close your eyes, feeling him inside you.

    Deo nuzzles between your breasts, grabbing them and sucking on your nipples as he starts to move faster. He goes deeper, harder. You whine and mewl, clinging to Deo as he fills you. His strong body covers you, making you feel safe and warm.

    “Oh fuck,” Deo moans loudly. “This feels so good,” he looks into your eyes.

    You nod slowly, urging him on. You dig your fingers into his ass, kneading and groping. You feel him shudder, he grunts and stills. Deep inside, you feel him cumming. You shiver, legs twitching as you’re flooded. You go limp and flop back into the bed.

    Deo lays on top of you, his thick cock still buried inside you. He then slowly starts to pull out and you whimper, trembling again at the sensation.

    You wake up in the morning and roll over to find Deo is gone. You find a note on the dresser though.

    “I had to get up and go to work. I’m sorry, I would have spent all morning with you. I’ll see you later, promise.”

    You smile and tuck the note away. You go into the kitchen, finding you’re a bit sore. As you walk into the kitchen, Amy smirks at you.

    “Fun night?” She asks.

    Your face burns and you pour coffee.

    “Saw Deo rushing out this morning,” Amy continues. “Had some claw marks down his back.”

    You glare at her. “Ok, so we kind of enjoyed each other last night. So what?”

    “He’ll be around at lunch,” Amy winks. “Just warning you.”

    You bite your lip and walk away from her.

    As you both enjoy your coffee on the porch Raul and Deo approach. Raul does his usual dance, taking Amy’s coffee and kissing her.

    Deo does the same, stealing a kiss first. “Sorry I had to go.”

    “I know you had to get up early,” you brush your fingers along his cheek. “It’s ok.”

    Deo grins. “Can I come back tonight?”

    “You better,” you purr. “I wanna play with that ass some more.” You whisper into his ear.

    Deo growls and steps away from you. “Trouble,” he says as he turns away.

    You giggle as Deo rushes back, stealing another kiss. “Lunch?” He asks.

    You nod. “See you then.”