Chapter 49

The padded floor of the milking room was comfortable under his knees and elbows, but that was not what occupied his thoughts. His sister’s hands worked his shaft with familiar expertise, her grip firm, knowing exactly what would give him pleasure to get the most out of him. Her words of encouragement rang in his ears as she knelt beside him, the scent of her and the aphrodisiac herbs filling the air as she brought him closer to another release.

“Come on, brother,” she encouraged, her voice soft and commanding. “You’re holding back on me.”

He grunted in response, his body straining with the effort to ejaculate. Her strokes had brought him to the edge, but it was hard for him to come. Three-quarters full: that was what the collection vessel would show if she stopped. Not his usual amount.

She had already made him come twice. Each orgasm and ejaculation had been powerful, yet he was struggling to give her that final amount she expected. His body was exhausted but willing, his cock still hard in her grip.

This was nothing new. Kaela had been masturbating him since he had had his first erection, their mother teaching her the proper techniques when he had come of age. In their world, this was simply how things were. The females of the Minotaur species ruled because they possessed the magic that males lacked, making them the dominant sex. As his sister and a female of the matriarchy, Kaela had every right to his body, his sperm, his pleasure. Incest was no big deal when it came down to female power and lineage. She had taken him for her own pleasure through the years, even bearing two of his children, strong female calves who would one day rule as she did. But mostly, she used him for his seed, which was highly sought after by other females who wanted offspring with his strength and features.

“Raise your tail,” she ordered, letting go of his cock.

He obeyed. The warm, padded floor pressed against his tawny fur as he heard the sound of her coating her hand with scented oil. Then her fingers were probing his backside, circling before pushing inside. He moaned as she found his prostate, pressing against it with familiar pressure.

“There you go,” she murmured, her fingers working expertly as her other hand resumed stroking his shaft. “Just like mother says, never met a male that didn’t like his spot played with. Give me what I need, little brother.”

His body responded immediately, pleasure coursing through him as she manipulated him from both angles. The orgasm ripped through him with wonderful intensity, his semen spurting into the clear collection vessel beneath him. He collapsed forward, panting as she kept her hand buried inside him.