but there could be no question a moment later when a semi-erect minotaur penis appeared through an opening beside the woman’s head. Violet wasn’t sure if her strangled gasp had been swallowed up by the room, for no one had turned or shushed her, and she’d been very nearly able to convince herself she’d imagined seeing the quick glance of a rounded backside and swishing tail as the camera panned over a chrome appliance in the center of the room where the smiling woman stood . The family upstairs had chosen that moment to begin what sounded like a good old-fashioned, barn-stomping square dance, reminding her that the roof over her head wasn’t exactly anything to brag about, which made the fact that she struggled to pay her rent even more galling.

Morning Glory Milking Farm: a Monster Bait Romance (Cambric

Obviously I was prepared for the smutty minotaur cock milking, but the characters had so much depth for such a short book. Artificial turf in the lobby with the ceiling painted to look like a summer sky; bright, punchy colors that invoked gleaming tractors and richly-painted barns, with milk glass vases of daisies on every surface. The hum of the machine’s air compressor was a steady white noise in the video, the mechanical arms within already pistoning, creating the rhythmic suction the minotaur was about to experience. The implication of her words and what exactly she’d be gripping if she took the job occurred to her then, and she moaned in mortification.Kaetrin started reading romance as a teen and then took a long break, detouring into fantasy and thrillers. You know your online persona is strong when multiple people, including several strangers, tweet at you to ask if you’ve read the romance novel with the minotaur d**k milking factory. Bridgeton was too expensive, and Violet had come to admit that she didn’t actually love living in the middle of a big, urban city the way she thought she would. Incorporated nearly a decade ago, our mission has remained the same since the day our lab processed its first specimen—to uphold the integrity of the genetic material in our care, to set a new standard in pharmaceutical processing that the entire industry would model, and to provide a client-first attitude in all we do. I’m sorry, officer, I didn’t mean to fellate this minotaur in the middle of the dining room, but you see, he’s been playing so fucking hard to get that I snapped.

C.M. Nascosta (Author of Morning Glory Milking Farm) - Goodreads

As punishment for not getting his sacrifice, Poseidon made Minos’ wife Pasiphaë fall in love with the bull. The aesthetic design of the building went out of its way to invoke the friendly feeling of a neighborhood farmstead, both inside and out. but if he’d have suggested at that moment that he would have appreciated a blow job, she would have fallen face-first on his cock with an open mouth without a shred of hesitation. There had been no crystal ball to show her that the job market would bottom out, no sidewalk soothsayer to warn her away from the debt she was taking on. Now that she’d watched the video repeatedly, small details she might have overlooked otherwise jumped out at her: the minotaur’s girthy members vaguely resembled their human counterparts, but there was no comparing the size.So, she does what all humans living in a world where magical creatures are the norm would do: she becomes a milking technician at Morning Glory, a pharmaceutical base dedicated to, ahem, gathering important biological samples. Before she knew it, she was turning into a long, circular driveway, parking in front of a building with the outer facade of a great red barn, praying this might be the break she needed.