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One Step at a Time

By Odlan Solaz

The door closed with a click, sending shivers down my spine. Beyond the ivory spire of my horn was his large furred form, made more imposing by the dim light of the room. I gulped when his coal black eyes fell on me. Honest, lustful, assertive. The sound of his hooves were muffled by the pounding of my heart, his legs carrying across the room with purpose. One meaty hand gently grasped my chin, thick furry finger caressed my skin with soft strokes. A short bovine snout stood before my eyes, with sharp angles and rosy red nose. Long ears rested under a pair of tall ivory horns, flicking with amusement. Earth brown fur shone under the sole light of the lamp, giving him regal bronze highlights.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked after I spent an eternity of admiring his beauty, his voice low and rough.

"Yes, I'm sure." I replied in a whisper, my heart beating like a drum in my chest.

He snorted, his body tensed and his fingers stopped its caresses.

"It's okay if you don't want to. I can take care of it."

My hand grasped his, giving it a reassuring squeeze as I said, "but I do want to. Can't you feel it?"

I guided his meaty hand towards my chest, the raucous beating of my heart intensifying under his touch. His eyes lit up like bonfires, his muzzle parting to let out a deep grunt. His body tensed under my touch, growing still as a statue. His eyes searched mine with the intensity of a hunter, his ears flicking with emotion.

"And you remember what to say?" his voice was low, desire clinging to his words.

"Yellow if I need a break. Red if I don't like it. And black if it's too much."

"Black means it's over. No matter what."

I nodded at him, placing his other hand on my hips. His hold was tentative at first, fingers tracing the edges of my body with lazy motions. His eyes were glued to mine, his furrowed brow betraying his thoughts. My body trembled when his fingers pressed against my flesh, probing the hardness of my hips. A pleased grunt left his mouth, lust dancing in his eyes.

"Good. Good." he whispered, hardening his grip on my hips.

His hands quickly got to work. One explored the valleys and mountains of my chest while the other traced the curves of my hips. The warmth of his touch seeped through my shirt, leaving tingles all over probed areas. My own hands didn't stay idle for long, the allure of his body drawing them in like moths to the flame and my gaze soon followed. Iron like arms met my touch, the soft fur covering them hiding the solid muscle underneath.

A soft moan left my mouth when a stray finger grazed my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure all over my chest. Never one to miss a chance, meaty fingers traced circles around the nub, the rough touch of my shirt's fabric conjuring shadows of the first touch. A whine of protest was cut short when his other hand closed around my buttock, a needy whine leaving me instead. My hands clenched around his arms, seeking support in his strong frame.

"Fuck," I whispered when the bull's fingers finally made contact with my nipples. A single pinch sent a bolt of pleasure down my back, waking up the beast inside my pants. The next few made my cock throb with need inside my pants. A soft laugh left his mouth, sending a wave of heat across my cheeks.

"How long has it been?" he whispered next to my ear, the heat of his breath on my sensitive flesh making me bit back a whine.

"Three weeks." I was quick to reply, pushing my chest against his playful hands.

"That's too long. You must be so pent up," his every word was followed by the fleeting touch of his fingers. A flick here, a grope there, a slight twist to spice things up. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

I pushed my ass back against his hand as I nodded, eager for his touch. A low chuckle left his throat, his honest eyes glowing with joy and lust. He placed a kiss on the side of my head, tender and soft, followed by another next to my horn. My hands slid behind his neck while his pulled me close to his chest. I lifted my muzzle to meet his, my eyes closing in preparation. Our lips met, tingles spreading through my face like wild fire. A moan left my throat, quickly muffled by his rough tongue when it pushed into my mouth. His arms pressed me tightly against his chest, the taste of chocolate spread through my mouth and my cock throbbed in approval.

He took control of the kiss, his tongue wrestling mine with zeal while fire spread through my limbs. My legs trembled like jelly under me, leaving only our arms to keep me standing but I had no fear. He wouldn't let me fall. Like gravity he would pull me close.

Our breath came in pants when we parted with a needy moan. The intoxicating mantle of lust and love hung upon my thoughts. A pleased snort came from him, his eyes glinting with lust like onyxes.

"Fuck," I said eloquently, shivers running down my spine.

"Soon, my treasure, soon."he whispered back, amusement clear in his tone.

A soft whine leaves my throat, the throbbing need in my loins begging for touch. I am rewarded with a soft kiss and a strong hug, my bull's own member pressing against my stomach. Hard and thick, that's all I can tell through the fabric, but memory of past times surface in my mind. Another moan rises from my throat as I remember how heavy it felt in my hands, how easily it filled my mouth and how virile it smelled. My hips pushed against his body, desperately seeking for relief. My bull huffed, his arms tensed behind me while his leg pressed against my aching cock. Pleasure shot like a lighting bolt through my spine, I moaned in triumph at the newfound friction, My hands slid down to grab the mounds of his pecs, the snort that came from the bovine urging me to do more.

My hips moved on their own accord, my hands worshiping the bull's impressive chest. His every touch and kiss stole moans out of me, my body trembling under his assault. I lost myself in the pleasure, his expert touch keeping away from my release no matter what I did.

"That's enough," he said with a firm tone as he pushed me back, his leg moving away from my groin,

A needy whine left my mouth, my pre-cum drenched boxers reminding me of how close to release I had been. My skin was tingling with need, the fire of lust saturating my body with a need for touch. His touch. But the stern look on his face kept me in place.

"Good rhino. So obedient and eager." His fingers softly caressed my cheeks, my face leaning against the tender touch. His finger traced the way up to my ears, sending sparks of pleasure when it scratched behind my ears. "You've earned yourself a reward."

My cock throbbed in joy, excitement coursing through my veins as his hand wrapped around my horn. A switch was flipped inside my mind, my world narrowing down to his hand and my horn. I wanted to follow, I needed to please, I craved his touch on my skin. With gentle strength he pushed down on my nose and my body was quick to comply. First it leaned in, then it crouched and soon it left me on my knees, my face level with his bulge. I gulped at the sight of it, the wide member clearly outlined by the slacks, a familiar sight that always impressed.

"Go on. Take your reward. Slowly."

My hands trembled as they went towards his pants, the beats of my heart resounding in my ears. My fingers struggled to undo his pants' buttons, my teeth clenching tighter the longer the plastic circle kept me from the prize behind it. Meaty fingers took hold of my hands, the brown fur tickling my skin.

"Slowly," my bull said while he guided my hands, defeating the button's resistance with ease. A warm flush spread though my cheeks, frustration replaced by embarrassment.

I nodded once in acknowledgment before his hands left mine to their own devices, my next target clear in my mind. His zipper slid down without a sound, the slacks soon pooling around his hooves. With only the barrier of his crimson boxers left, his potent musk hit my nose like a wave. Earthy, virile, intoxicating. Like gasoline, it fed the fire in my loins. I gulped as my eyes fell on the log hiding behind his boxers, the cock straining against the crimson fabric. With painful lethargy, my hands approached his bulge, the hurried beating of my heart drumming in my ears. His body was hot like a furnace, the fabric damp with sweat. My gaze rose to meet his black orbs, an unspoken question in my eyes. His single nod set me into action. A shy grope earned me a pleased sigh, a gentle rub rewarded me with a thrust of his lips and a single squeeze earned me moan that sent shivers down my spine. Soon, my hands were busy exploring every inch of his bulge, worshiping his flesh like he deserved. Rubbing, groping, squeezing, masturbating. Nothing was enough to satisfy my curiosity, my desire to please the man before him. His grunts drove me on edge, his thrusts egged me on and the rare moan made me dick fight against its cage of cloth.

I could have spend the whole night there, playing with his member in every way I could imagine if my lover hadn't grabbed my horn again. My body grew still, eyes glued on the brown-furred fingers surrounding the ivory tower on my nose.

"Enough," he said with a firm tone, "Take them off."

There was no doubt in my mind about what he meant. My hands were quick to sneak under the band of his boxers and with reverent care they pushed the red fabric down. His cock sprung free once the garments joined his slacks, the ebony foreskin already revealing the brown of his tip. His heady scent made my body tremble with need, a muffled whine escaping my throat by reflex.

A low chuckle came from the bull, amused and intrigued. My eyes followed his other hand as it closed around his spire of flesh, lifting the heavy member with ease. Up and down his meaty hand went over the glistening phallus, showing me what could be mine, what would be mine. I watched the show in a trance, my eyes following his hand with utmost interest and a moan left my mouth when the foreskin slid back completely, revealing the brown mushroom head.

"Open up," rang his words in my ears. My mouth moved to comply before my mind could process it, my tongue stretching out eagerly to get my first taste of him.

I didn't have to wait long for his tip to make contact with my tongue, the salty taste of his pre setting off fireworks in my tongue. My whole body trembled with bliss and it took all of my will to keep still, the hand grasping my horn reminding me of my orders. I wanted to be good, I wanted to please him, and yet, the need in me trashed against the chains of my will.

His cock kept pushing into my mouth, uncaring of how much I was struggling to keep in place, feeding me the salty nectar of his pre. I moaned when the wide tip came to rest on my mouth, halfway down my muzzle. And there was so much left to take, to taste, to love. His hand let go of my horn and his next words almost sent me over the edge, "Enjoy."

The dam was broken, the conflict rendered moot. My muzzle got to work on sucking that big dick, my tongue cleaning every square centimeter of flesh in my mouth. A loud groan reached my ears, his member throbbing in my mouth and feeding me his salty pre. My hands shot into action, one caressing his pendulous package while the other took over jerking his titanic cock.

Moans and grunts reached my ears, wild and needy, but I couldn't tell to whom it belonged. My mind was fogged by the need inside me, its fire consuming everything but him. I kissed, I sucked, I caressed and groped. I explored his groin from top to bottom, and it still wasn't enough. Needy whines and moans became my only language as I struggled to take him all into me, to reach the place only I was allowed in.

I took a deep breath and gathered my courage, the sight of his thick log cheering me on. A low moan rang in my ears when his tip pushed against my throat, another one when I shifted my position and let him into my throat, and a final one when my nose met his groin. His hand landed on my head, grasping my mane roughly but without demand. His thick musk flew directly to my brain, sending lighting bolts of pleasure to my forgotten dick.

I remained there for as long as I could, letting my throat get used to the intrusion and stealing pleasured groans from the large bull. The need for air won out in the end and I had to push back until his tip rested on my tongue once more, but the goal had already been met. I set a relentless pace, alternating licking, sucking and deep-throating with desperate glee, all to worship his meaty spire. His moans and mines rose to form a harmony of pleasure, every throb of his cock echoed by one of my own. More and more pre dripped inside my mouth, the loud snorts of my bull announcing the inevitable. His other hand also took hold of my mane, his groans raising in height as his hips quivered against my legs. The signals were clear and I obeyed his command. I took one last deep breath and swallowed him to the root. I didn't have much chance to prepare before a thunderous moo shook my world. I felt his body tense against mine, his cock throbbing insistently before a deluge of cum flew down my throat. His mooing lasted for long seconds, my nose tightly pressed against his crotch. My bovine lover moaned as he pushed me back, his dick leaving my mouth with a pop before long strings of cum painted my face. The potent scent, the strong grip, the warmth load settling inside me and over me. It was all too much. My own cock exploded inside my pants, my body shivering with ecstasy as a drawn out moan left my throat.

My hands sought support in his legs as my hips ground against the empty air, instincts taking over me. My mind overcome by the pleasure of release after being denied for so long.

Time lost all meaning as I knelt there, my mind riding the heights of my orgasm with only his body to keep me grounded. It was just the two of us there, no one else existed, nothing else mattered. It was glorious and potent, a secret place only we knew of. The blissful warmth followed me as my consciousness returned to normal. My muscles groaned from exertion, my lungs burned for air and my throat felt rough after the fucking. Meaty fingers idly brushed my mane, draining the tension of my muscles with remarkable ease.

"Are you okay?" came the baritone voice of my bovine lover, an edge of worry to his tone.

I chose to nod, not confident in my voice after what had transpired. A rare smile found its way to his face, his eyes staring into mine with infinite tenderness.

"You still want more?" came his voice after long seconds of silence. Once again, I nodded.