In this scene, the hucow heroine Tess has just woken up after her first night in the wilderness with her new companion, a handsome and protective bisonman named Spike...
It had been nearly three days since Tess’ last milking, and her breasts were beginning to feel heavy with milk. They had already begun to ache, but the presence of Spike’s nice, warm hand seemed to ease the pain a little.
She needed to take care of that problem soon though, before the pain became unbearable--and she needed to take care of it on her own. Maybe she could do it now, while Spike was still sleeping. Plus, her throat was dry, and she was eager to wash the taste of sleep from her mouth. Her breath was even more pungent than usual this morning thanks to last night’s dinner, which had consisted almost entirely of wild onions.
Winifred had been right about the wilderness. Good food was difficult to come by out here.
Tess started to wriggle her body out from beneath the sleeping bisonman’s arm, but she quickly stopped when she felt something long and hard pressing against the cleft of her butt.
What was that?
Tess’ first thought was that Spike had picked up the electric prod during the night and placed it between their bodies for safe keeping. She went completely still, fearing she might accidentally bump the trigger on the handle and electrocute herself or the bisonman--or both.
After another moment, however, Tess was able to relax a little. She could see the prod lying on the ground a few yards away, right where she had left it the night before.
But if the prod was way over there...
Moving slowly, so as not to wake her sleeping companion, Tess rolled over to have a look at the long hard thing pressing into her from behind. What she saw nearly made her cry out in shock.
At some point during the night, the strap holding the pouch between Spike’s legs had broken, and the cloth had fallen aside, revealing the thing he’d been keeping hidden inside. It wasn’t a heap of coins, as Tess had originally suspected, nor was it an animal, as she had guessed when she’d seen it moving yesterday. It was part of the bisonman’s own body, and it was so big Tess could scarcely understand how it had ever fit inside the pouch in the first place.
God, what was that thing?
Actually, there was more than one thing. The biggest part was a long, clublike shaft extending from the center of the bisonman’s groin. Its surface was covered in a network of bulging veins, and the end of it was rounded like the cap of a big mushroom. Lower down, below the base of that immense shaft, hung a sac of skin that appeared to contain two very large eggs.
An inexplicable thrill raced through Tess’ body. She didn’t know what she was looking at, or what purpose it might serve. She only knew she couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away from it.
And she really, really wanted to touch it.
With a lot of effort, she managed to shift her gaze upward to Spike’s face. The bisonman’s eyes were still closed, and his warm breath was gusting in and out of his snout in a the slow, steady rhythm. He was still asleep.
Could she touch him down there without waking him up, Tess wondered. She knew she probably shouldn’t do that. He certainly hadn’t given her permission. But then, he’d been perfectly content to put his hand on her breast, even after she’d specifically told him not to. It only seemed fair that she should get to touch his sleeping body, if for no other reason than to even the score.
Tess watched his face a moment longer, to make sure he truly was asleep, then she let her eyes dip once again to that big pillar of flesh jutting up from his crotch. Her fingertips grazed the throbbing shaft, and she gasped softly when she felt how hot it was. Truth be told, the bisonman’s whole body was like a living furnace, which had helped to keep Tess warm during the long, chilly night, but the thing between his legs was even hotter still--and hard too, like a piece of stone encased in a layer of supple skin. She caressed that rigid length from base to tip, and back down again, then she fondled the smooth, heavy sacs, taking care not to crack the two big eggs stored within.
Spike grunted, stirring her hair with a gust of breath.
Tess’ pulse jumped. She quickly drew her hand back and flashed her eyes up to the bisonman’s face. His eyes were still closed. He was still fast asleep. There was just one difference--a faint smile was now playing about the corners of his mouth.
He likes it, Tess thought. Even in his sleep. It must feel good being touched down there. But why?
She thought of the little nub between her own legs and how she would sometimes rub it at night when she was alone in her bunk back on the farm. Maybe the thing between the bisonman’s legs was similarly sensitive. God, but it was so much bigger than her tiny little nub, the same way his horns were so much bigger than the little nubs on her head.
Did all males have one of these things, Tess wondered. For a moment, her mind flashed back to the day before, and the much smaller hardness she’d felt when Harlan Sturgill had pressed his body against her in the barn.
She quickly pushed those thoughts from her mind.
She didn’t like the farmer’s body, and she didn’t like the mean, greedy way he had touched her either. But she liked Spike's body. She liked the protective way he held her. She liked how hard his muscles felt beneath his tight skin. And most of all, she liked that big thing between his legs, even though she wasn’t quite sure why it was there or what it was for.
She looked at it again.
A dewdrop had welled up from the small slit-like hole at the tip of that appendage. Tess brushed the little bead of fluid away with her thumb, and discovered it wasn’t a dewdrop at all, but something sticky, like the nectar contained within certain flowers. She rolled it between her finger and thumb for a moment, enjoying the slightly oily consistency. Then, without really knowing why she did it, Tess wrapped her fingers around the bisonman’s girth and started to stroke, slowly pumping her fist up and down the hard length of his shaft, savoring the way the soft outer skin slipped and shifted over the rigid inner core.
She began to stroke him harder and faster, and his flesh throbbed beneath her fingers. The sensitive place between her own legs throbbed in response, and slippery wetness seeped from between her legs to match sticky fluid now leaking from his tip in even greater quantities.
Strange ideas raced through Tess’ mind. Ideas about the way two bodies might fit together. A strange hunger burned inside her, demanding to be satisfied. She hooked one leg over the bisonman’s thigh and drew her hips closer to his.
Spike grunted again, louder this time.
Tess quickly unhooked her leg and snapped her hand away from the bisonman’s throbbing member. Pulse racing, she looked up at his face and saw his eyes were just beginning to open. For a few moments, his expression was hazy with sleep. Then his gaze focused on Tess and he smiled.
“Good morning, hucow.”