Empire Builder 2

by Dante King

  “I understand,” she said with a nod. “And I look forward to proving that I’m worthy of your trust.”

  They stepped out of the elevator at the Library level. Ben chuckled softly as he spied Melody high up on one of the reading platforms. Mistress of Letters was a role that truly suited her.

  Pearl and Nipper sat at Melody’s feet as she read, grooming themselves. Pearl mewed when she saw Ben. She looked at him from the platform with her big, soft eyes.

  Melody looked up and gasped. “Lexi,” she whispered excitedly. She hurried to put down her book and descend the ladder. Pearl and Nipper performed the impressive feet of descending the ladder with paws.

  Melody hurried over and wrapped Lexi in a warm embrace. “I’m glad to have you with us.”

  Lexi hesitated, seemingly surprised. Then she returned the embrace with equal warmth.

  “I thought Lexi might like a tour of the Library,” Ben said.

  Melody released Lexi from the embrace. “That’s a good idea.”

  “Would you be happy to do that, Melody?” Ben asked.

  “Oh, of course! Let me show you around, Lexi,” she said, her face beaming with excitement. “There’s so much to see.”

  Melody took Lexi by the hand, leading her toward the stacks.

  Lexi turned to look over her shoulder. “Thank you for believing in me, Ben. Thank you for making me a part of… this.” She indicated the whole tower with a wave of her free hand as Melody tugged at her other arm.

  “It’s good to have you with us,” Ben said. He headed back to the elevator, leaving the women to their tour.

  When he exited the elevator on the first level of the crown, Sybil was waiting for him. She looked like she had been expecting him for some time.

  “You’ll be needing quarters, Sybil,” Ben said. “Let me find a room for you.”

  “Oh, I’m not sure that will really be necessary,” Sybil replied. She walked up to him confidently. There was a sparkle in her eyes. It had been there before, but it seemed stronger now.

  Ben raised an eyebrow. “You’re not planning to sleep on the floor, are you?”

  Sybil chuckled. “No, I wasn’t planning on doing that.”

  Ben was puzzled. “What did you have in mind then?”

  Sybil reached out a hoof. She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating, and her hoof became a delicate hand, strong but soft. She placed the hand on Ben’s chest.

  “I didn’t know you could do that,” Ben said.

  “Our people evolved that magic long ago in order to prevent difficulties interacting with the more human-like kin to the south,” Sybil explained.

  “Is that something many monsterkin can do?”

  “It is,” Sybil said. Her slender horns flashed in the fading sunlight as she nodded her head.

  “And where did you have in mind...?” Ben asked. “To sleep?”

  Sybil smiled slyly. “I have heard that the Forgotten Ruler gathered many wives to himself.”

  “That’s what I have heard too,” Ben said. He thought he could sense where she was going with this, but he waited for her to explain.

  “I can see that you yourself have already acquired four wives at least,” Sybil persisted.

  “That’s true,” Ben said.

  “What you did in that council, the way you so confidently and competently decided what was best for your people,” Sybil snorted, blowing hot air out through her nostrils. “I found your, shall we say, your logistical prowess—” she let out a soft bellow. “It was arousing, Benzhameen.”

  Ben returned her gaze with seriousness. So that explained the different look in her eyes.

  “I know this may seem forward of me,” the aurochwoman continued, her eyes flitting down to his lips. “But I need no quarters of my own, Benzhameen. I want to share your bed. I want to become one of your wives.”

  Ben paused. This leader of aurochkin was quite forward—but he found that when it came to monsterkin women demanding to be let into his bed, he could really be quite the feminist.

  “I think I can accommodate your request,” Ben said, taking a step toward the bedroom. The aurochwoman followed without hesitation.

  Chapter 15

  Ben and Sybil made their way to the bathroom attached to the master suite. They’d all washed in a stream on the way back to the tower, but the dust of the road still clung to them.

  “This bathroom is like nothing I have ever seen,” Sybil said, looking around the space with wide, eager eyes.

  Ben glanced at her. “The rest of the tower is old news to you?” He shot her a wry smirk.

  She laughed. “Hardly. I could never have imagined that such a place existed. You must be a very powerful ruler.”

  “I will grow much more powerful yet,” Ben said. “This is just the beginning. For now, it’s nice enjoying the comforts of civilization.”

  He stepped toward the shower. The waterfall of steaming water activated, creating a misty spray throughout the chamber.

  “Let’s get you out of those dirty clothes.” Sybil stepped closer to Ben and put a hand on the hem of his tunic. The lustful gaze in her eyes was more intense than before. She pulled Ben’s tunic up, exposing his muscled torso.

  “My,” she said, running her fingers down his abdomen. “You are quite the bull, aren’t you?” Ben said nothing, instead closing his eyes and savoring her touch against his skin. He couldn’t help but notice how delicately she moved her fingers that were once hooves only a few moments ago.

  She took his tunic right off. “Your breasts are so small,” she said.

  Ben shrugged. “Never seen any use in tits on a bull.”

  “You are right about that, though many of our bulls still have them.” Sybil squeezed the muscles on Ben’s chest. “I think I prefer this.” She leaned in and kissed his chest, sensuously, sending a tingle through his skin.

  Ben took her by the chin and lifted her face to his. Their lips pressed together passionately. Sybil drew in a deep breath and exhaled. Her breath was hot on Ben’s skin.

  “Your turn,” Ben said, stepping back.

  Sybil wore a leather garment on her upper body, fastened with buttons fashioned out of horn. Her ample breasts almost spilled over the top of her jacket.

  Ben reached out and took the top button between his fingers, loosening it and parting the garment. He ran a finger down her exposed cleavage, and she arched her back, pressing her enormous breasts into his torso.

  He undid the next button. Her breasts pressed even more heavily against this one. His fingers pressed into her warm flesh as he undid the button. The garment loosened with a dull snap, her bosom expanding as the garment opened. Her dusky skin glistened, as spray from the shower moistened her body.

  Ben undid the third button, and was about to let go of the fabric, allowing her breasts to tumble out.

  But Sybil put her hands on his. “Among our people, breasts are considered sacred. To look upon them as a lover is to promise yourself to the beloved, at least until your union is fulfilled.”

  Ben looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated with desire as she gazed back into his.

  “I promise, Sybil,” he said. “On this day, we will be united.”

  Sybil sucked in a deep breath, making her bosom press against the confines of her garment even more. She took her hands away from his, allowing him to finish removing her jacket.

  Ben pulled the sides of her jacket away. Her breasts spilled out, heavily. They were the largest he had ever seen. Her pointed nipples hardened as they brushed his skin. His blood ran hot through him at the sight of her nude, his desire almost too much to bear.

  Ben stooped and kissed each nipple in turn, feeling how the sensitive skin reacted to his touch. Their taste was faintly sweet.

  Sybil’s stomach was round and smooth, with fine hairs that seemed to follow the touch of Ben’s hands. Her breath made her abdomen rise and fall rapidly. Ben undid the last of the buttons and pushed her garment apart, revealing the line of d
ark hair that trailed from her navel.

  Ben placed his hand on that line of hair and rubbed downward, softly, toward the top of her trousers. Sybil bit her lip and sighed as his hand crept lower.

  She shrugged out of her upper garment and let it drop to the floor behind her. She took hold of Ben’s belt and unfastened it, letting the leather join her jacket on the floor.

  Sybil unbuttoned Ben’s trousers. She pushed inward further than she needed to as she loosened the buttons, applying firm pressure to Ben’s hardening member.

  “That’s a good sign,” she said, grinning. “You’re getting ready.”

  “I want to see if you’re getting ready,” Ben said. He placed his hands on the aurochwoman’s full hips, grasping the edges of her trousers with his fingers. He felt her angle her pelvis toward him sensually.

  He pushed her trousers down over her thighs, exposing her gap, and the bush of dark hair in between. Her thighs were large and round. Ben noted with pleasure how different from the nymphs her body was. While they were slender and lithe, Sybil was sturdier. Though she was as womanly as they came.

  Ben ran his hands up her thighs, drifting toward her navel. Tremendous muscles lay beneath the skin. She was not fat, simply full-figured, with a very well-rounded body—and she knew how to move it.

  Wetness trickled down the inside of Sybil’s thigh.

  “Your body is also getting ready,” Ben said.

  “It is,” Sybil said. “And I’m almost getting impatient.” She seized his trousers and yanked them down to the ground, wiggling out of her own as she moved.

  Ben’s cock sprang out, half hard. Sybil placed a hand around it, almost as if she was assessing it. He would have expected her to grab an aurochwoman’s udder and assess it in the same way, checking for milk.

  She smiled. “Very suitable.” She gave it a light tug, then turned away from Ben and toward the shower. Her firm round buttocks bounced as she walked.

  Ben followed her and they both stood under the running water. Sybil let her mid-length brown hair get thoroughly wet, then she bunched it together and put it behind her shoulders. Water streamed down her body, illuminating every curve in the dying daylight.

  She grabbed the soap and began lathering up Ben’s chest. Her fingers squeezed and massaged his muscles. He gasped with the kind of burning sensation that came more from pleasure than from pain. She rubbed his shoulders, his stomach, and then his back, drawing out the tension that had built up over two weeks of fighting and planning.

  As Sybil explored Ben’s body, finding muscles Ben didn’t even know he had, she let out a soft moan, expressing her delight and satisfaction.

  Then it was Ben’s turn. He soaped up the aurochwoman’s body, slowly massaging her belly, her curvy hips, and full thighs. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, feeling her smooth skin slide beneath his soapy fingers.

  He felt her shudder beneath his touch as he kneaded the muscles of her neck and shoulders. The soft tissue of her large breasts sat perfectly in his hands. Her erect nipples pressed into his palms.

  Sybil had a tail that Ben hadn’t noticed before either. It was long and thin, with a tassel of hair at the end. It flicked up and around her pussy, occasionally reaching out to tease Ben’s navel.

  She bellowed softly under his touch and arched her body toward him. “Come, I think we’re clean enough, don’t you?”

  Sybil stepped away from the stream of water toward the exit. The water shut off, and towels appeared. They took turns drying each other off, then headed to the bedroom.

  The aurochwoman got up onto the bed on all fours and waited for Ben, her dripping slit facing him.

  “You want to start off doggy-style?” he asked.

  “Doggy-style?” Sybil sounded puzzled. “Hounds have nothing to do with it. This is the position I am most accustomed to. Though with you, I suspect we can have much more fun.”

  Ben’s hands sank into the buoyant flesh of Sybil’s large buttocks, which swayed enticingly. He teased the soaked folds of her labia until she was begging him to penetrate her.

  He plunged his hard cock into her warm, soft pussy. Electric tingles filled his shaft as the skin slid against the lubricated walls of Sybil’s tunnel. Their pelvises touched at the end of each thrust.

  “Harder,” Sybil bellowed, her voice husky. “I want to feel your cock.”

  Ben took hold of her horns, which curled over the back of her head. He increased the pace, Sybil’s shapely ass trembling hypnotically. The pleasure that shot through his body was intense.

  “Harder!” she cried. “Harder!”

  Sybil’s moans got louder and more drawn out, until finally she almost screamed. Juices poured out of her, coating Ben’s balls until they were slick. The sound of them slapping against Sybil’s labia was wet.

  Sybil drew away from Ben. “I want to show you something special,” she said. “We call it aurochkin lovemaking.”

  “How is it different from normal lovemaking?” Ben answered.

  “It is not as hurried as what you city dwellers do,” she said. “It is slow and sensual, an erotic art. And it is a sure way of conceiving.”

  That statement almost sounded backward to Ben for a moment, used to trying to prevent conception as he was. “You want to conceive?” he asked.

  Sybil nodded eagerly. “I want to bear your children.”

  “Show me this art then,” he said.

  “Lie down,” she said, placing a firm hand on his chest.

  Ben lay down on the bed, stretched out. Sybil lifted a large, curved thigh, and straddled him. A thin line of pussy juice trailed out, touching the skin of Ben’s navel.

  When she lowered her body, Ben could feel the heat radiating from her nether regions. She grasped his cock and held it upright. Her body descended, until her pussy’s lips touched the tip of his member.

  With a slick sound, they slid open over his cock, encircling his shaft with warmth. The muscles in Sybil’s thighs slowly allowed her body to sink down onto Ben’s, taking more of his length inside her.

  She finally came to a stop as the tip of Ben’s head touched the end of her tunnel. Her slippery, warm walls squeezed his length. She remained motionless for a few moments, staring lovingly into his eyes.

  Ben could feel the energy passing between them as they stayed still, united intimately. Then the muscles inside Sybil’s pussy began to clench, one after another, rubbing and massaging Ben’s shaft. Every inch of his member was cared for as she tensed. Her body barely moved, but ecstasy flooded into Ben’s body.

  “You like that?” she asked.

  “I didn’t even know that was possible,” he stuttered between convulsions of pleasure.

  Sybil’s pussy progressively tightened and loosened, even applying friction to the head of Ben’s cock. The opening of her tunnel rubbed up and down on the base of his shaft, where it joined the scrotum.

  Sybil’s own breathing grew faster as she worked him. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Her motion increased in speed and friction, as if they were trying to stretch Ben’s erection and pull him deeper inside her.

  Her tail whipped her stomach with wet slaps. Finally, her whole torso began pulsating, and she let out a deep moan. Juices gushed from her sex, coating Ben’s cock, his balls, his navel and his legs.

  This time the juices tingled on Ben’s skin, sending electric spasms through his limbs. Every inch of his skin became more sensitive, filled with energy and alive.

  Sybil sat there a moment, catching her breath, her enormous breasts heaving. She lifted herself up, pulling her lips up off Ben’s member, which sprang out, just as hard as ever.

  She looked down and smiled. “Still not enough. My, you do have endurance.”

  “I could do this all day, my lady.” Ben grinned.

  “Just as well we have all day then,” Sybil said. “Or all night, to be more precise.”

  She shifted her body around and turned her back to him, before mounting his throbbing shaft once again. She
rocked back and forth, lifting her body up, until Ben’s cock almost fell out, then descending once more. Her full buttocks slapped warmly and wetly on Ben’s stomach with each movement.

  Ben reached out and grabbed Sybil’s breasts, massaging them between his hands. He kneaded her swollen bosom, pushing the breasts together, and swirling his fingertips around the hard nipples.

  Sybil’s breasts bounced, despite his grip, as she lifted her body up and down on his cock. Ben could feel the heat of her bosom in his hands. The skin was slick with moisture, which Ben assumed was due to the humidity of the room after their steaming shower.

  Then he felt actual liquid running down his hands. “What’s this?” Ben asked.

  He withdrew his hands and looked at them. Sybil paused in her movement and turned her head.

  Ben’s hands had a white liquid running down them. “Is this…”

  “It’s milk,” Sybil said, as if she thought it was a trick question.

  “Milk, coming from your breasts?” Ben asked.

  “Um, yes,” Sybil said. “Did you not expect that?”

  Ben shook his head. “Unless a woman is pregnant, I wouldn’t normally expect it, no.”

  “That is normal for us,” Sybil said. “I’ve never been with one who is not an aurochkin. Aurochwomen lactate when they are engaged in making passionate love.”

  Ben smiled at her. “That’s amazing.”

  “You don’t find it strange, then?” Sybil frowned.

  “No,” Ben said. “I think it’s great that you have such a special way of showing how much the experience means to you.”

  Sybil beamed. “In that case, I’ll give you a better view.” She spun her body around again and mounted Ben, facing him.

  She resumed thrusting her body up and down, pleasuring Ben’s cock. Ben responded in turn, thrusting his hips into hers. His hard cock found all the untouched corners of Sybil’s pussy, making her cry out with pleasure.

  “Gods, yes!” She threw her head back in pleasure, moaning.

  Ben touched Sybil’s breasts again. They were so large, they were almost touching his face. Milk dripped down from the nipples, moistening the underside of each breast.