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“Fuck!” Shanks shouted, feeling your walls clenched around his cock. His open palm struck against your ass cheeks causing you to move forward and taking more of Beckman's cock down your throat. He threw his head back and moaned at the sensation. Both men begin to pick up their pace to send all of you over the edge. Shanks gave a particularly harsh trust that hit your g-spot which sent you over the edge. Shanks could feel your walls clenching his cock hard which tipped him over the edge. You let out a moan from Shanks filling you up with his cum. The vibrations of your moans hit Beckman hard which sent him over the edge and filled your mouth with his load. You proudly swallowed it all down.

Beckman carefully pulled out of your mouth and you were gasping for air. He gently cupped your face in his large hands and softly spoke to you. “Hey, Princess. Let's slow our breathing.” His eyes were locked on yours and you returned the eye contact. He was guiding you to regulate your breathing. You were matching his breathing and slowly coming back down to earth. Once he felt like you were okay, he planted kisses all over your face. “ You okay sweetheart?” He asked. You nodded your head not too sure if you could speak properly.

You had no idea that Shanks pulled out of you until you saw him handing you a glass of water. You immediately grabbed the water and drank it down so fast. Accidentally choking on the water and Shanks grabbed the empty glass from your hand. “Careful sweetheart.” Shanks chuckled. You flashed him a small smile. You could hear the shower running in the background and Shanks put his hand out towards you. “Come along, darling. Beckman has prepared the shower for us.” He spoke. You followed behind him and entered the bathroom. Once inside the shower, you could feel your body relaxing. You let out a long sigh and let the water run all over your body.

Beckman was behind you and Shanks was in front. “Darling, shall we clean you up?” Shanks asked. “Yes please.” You replied and the two of them began the process of washing your hair and washing your body. Once they finished, you asked them to return the favor to them and they complied. Shanks stepped out of the shower first and got situated to get y'all ready for bed.

A soft moan escaped your lips and you reached your hand out to him. “Nice of you to finally pay attention to me dovey.” He spoke in your ear with his voice hoarse. You turned your head to face him and kissed his lips repeatedly and whispered against them. “Sorry sir.” A groan leaves his throat. “Sorry is a good start darling, but I think trying something new will even more help me forgive you.” He replied.

You locked eyes with him and asked, “What do you have in mind, Hawkeyes?” A wicked grin crosses his lips and he begins to undress you. Then he follows suit and carefully turns you and pushes you face down on the mattress. He lifts your hips up slightly and has your ass in the air. “Do you trust me dovey? He asked and you immediately replied, “Yes sir.” With that, he leans over to his side table and grabs the candle that was sitting on it.

A whimper slips from your lips while you are waiting in anticipation. He blew out the flame of the candle and let the wax pool for a bit. Once he was satisfied with the amount, he carefully dripped the wax of the candle on your back. Another whimper came from your lips and he checked in with you. “Are you okay darling?” He asked and you nodded your head. He spanked your ass, “I need words, darling.” He spoke. “Yes!” You cried out in response. He carefully dripped more wax over your body down your back and especially down your ass. A slight hiss escaped your lips when the wax landed on the hot spot on your ass after he spanked you.

He was mesmerized by the wax that laid on your body. He traced his finger down your spine and down to your cunt. Where he plunged his finger inside of you, moving his fingers in and out of your pussy over and over again. You were absolutely reeling at the feeling. You were getting close to the edge and Mihawks knew that as well. He pulled out his fingers instantly and you whined out in disappointment. It was short-lived when he pushed his cockhead into your pussy.

His hips snapped against your ass and the tip of his cock kept repeatedly hitting your g-spot over and over again. Which brought you back up on the high of being close to cumming. He kept his rhythm over and over again until he felt your walls clenching down on him harder. He reached over to your nightstand and grabbed the candlestick and slowed his pace to bring you so close to the edge. He blew out the flame of the candle and poured the fresh hot wax down your back and down to your ass. A loud moan escapes from your lips and Mihawks decided to pick his pace back up again.

With one sharp deep thrust, he sent you over the edge and you threw your head back and came hard. He followed right behind you. A scream left your throat and he let out a guttural groan. He slowly thrusted through both of your highs.

Once he pulled out of you, he carefully picked you up and led you to the shower to clean y'all up and help remove the hardened wax from your body. Afterwards, you both exit the shower and he applied a burn cream to help out with the burns the wax left behind. He kissed your shoulder and you lolled your head back into his chest. “Am I forgiven now?” You teased.

He was much younger than most of the professors and teachers in the Animal Sciences department, but still older than the majority of the students. Professor Rosi, as he preferred to be called, was a ridiculously good looking man, albeit rather clumsy around campus and in class. It wasn’t uncommon to find him face down in the dirt or sidewalk, or not realizing he had caught himself on fire with his own cigarette, or even sometimes floating face up with all of his documents and papers around him in one of the many school fountains. It was always endearing, and as you often found him in such states and helped him out, you and Professor Rosi had built up a friendly rapport together over the years.

Now, in the final year of your studies, your father had suffered a minor heart attack, making it harder on your parents with the daily work on the ranch. They had hired a few extra hands, but you couldn’t help but worry, moving back home and commuting more to and from the farm. Most of your educators were understanding, if they even cared at all. Professor Rosi went so far as to even come to the hospital with flowers, and no longer required you to attend his class if needed.

“I lost my dad at a young age,” he told you while walking out of the north hall where his class was held. You had questioned him on why he was being so doting on you as a student, “If anyone understands how important family is, it should honestly be all of us, but more and more of my colleagues seem to forget that every yeAR—”

Before you knew it, his feet were where he head was (or close to it, Rosinante was a very tall man), and his face was now one with the grass. You let out a sigh, waiting for him to go completely motionless before you offered him a hand back up, having learned that rushing to his aid too quickly could result in becoming another casualty of his klutziness. It also made you spot all of the freshmen for that semester, as they were the only ones who looked up with concern.

"There you go, on your feet,” you helped him stand, watching the man brush himself off as you bent down to pick up a few of his lost papers, “You good?”

Rosi nodded, shaking out his hair a bit and checking his clothes over, “Just a bruised ego as usual.” His rust color eyes looked to yours, his natural soft smile showing as he took the papers from you, “Ah, thank you as always, Y/N.”

Your heart jumped right into your mouth, attempting an escape to spill out your feelings for the man in front of you. Rosinante was the the man of your dreams, and you hated yourself for being just like every other woman in the class, simpering over the man who turned every head on campus with his looks and blunders. But for you, it wasn’t just his slightly crooked smile or his messy blond hair, it was the way he spoke, the life he had in his laugh. If only you weren’t his student, and he wasn’t your instructor.

“Of course, Professor,” you had to force yourself to only address him as such, lest your heart continue to yearn for more, “Anytime.”

The two of you continued to walk to the parking lot together, talking about your plans for the weekend and how you were going straight home from there. A few of the mares on the farm were pregnant and getting closer to birthing, so it was all hands on deck until the foals came. Especially with the heavier rains that had been happening recently, making everything wet and muddy. Your professor wished you luck and waved you off as you got into your car and headed out.

Pulling up back at your parents’ house, you made a beeline for the stables, knowing that would be exactly where your father, Garp, was, and where he wasn’t supposed to be. You bickered with him, trying to get him to stop his work and go rest, but that was just the average day with your father these days. There was already a lot of work with the pregnant mares, especially since they weren’t planned. Lots of precautions were always taken to ensure that no unplanned foals came into the world, since surprise babies meant it was unknown who the father was, and made it harder to trace bloodlines. It was even harder because the times didn’t match up with any studs getting out of their holds. Unless one of the neighboring farms lost a horse, there was no telling who the sire was.

"Dad!” You hollered at the man, startling only a few of the younger horses in their stalls, “You know you aren’t supposed to do all this alone! Where the hell is that useless son of yours?”

Garp turned around and cocked a hairy grey brow at you, tsking as he kept mucking the stall he was working at, “Your brother went into town. Issues with the grain delivery. Truck can’t get out here from the rains, so Dragon went to try and meet them halfway.”

Huffing, you grabbed a shovel to help with the cleaning, knowing you couldn’t really fault your older brother for that. It’s not as if you really disliked Dragon, he did his best, but he was apt to run off from his duties and do things in town. He had a young son named Luffy, who played with a cousin your family took in after his parents passed, named Ace. Somewhere along the line Sabo kept coming around, and you still weren’t completely sure where his family was. Dragon claimed all three of them as his kids, but with how wild they were you often joked your nephews were actually a pack of wolves. A lot of their upbringing was left to your mother, Dadan, which was also why you worried about your parents so much. Sure, the farm hands could pull their weight, but there was too much work for how few the family kept employed. There was so much your parents left on their shoulders, you just wanted to lighten the load.

“Anyone respond to the ‘help wanted’ yet?” you asked.

Your father shook his head, loading up the wheel barrel that you then had to wrestle from his hands, “Nah, ain’t no one out there really want to do this work, even If they’re getting paid for it. We’re lucky for your help between courses, kiddo.”

Sighing heavily, you nodded as you lifted the barrel to take to the manure pile, speaking with a sarcastic tone, “Yeah, I’m happy to be back, too.”

The two of you worked together to clean out the stalls and sweep the stables, moving to filling the feed and water buckets before the rest of the horses were called in for the night. Watching all of the horses run in was always one of your favorite moments, though not as much as when you would let them out to pasture in the mornings; that rumbling in the ground from their hooves, their noisy calls to one another, witnessing that physical representation of freedom. Sometimes you were envious, wishing you could just turn into a horse and run wild with the rest of them and never have to worry about anything in your life.

Your mother’s shrill call to come to dinner was the only thing to bring you back from your fantasies, you and your father punching each other in the arm playfully over who would get the last roll at dinner. It was always a mad house at the dining table, and you never understood how so few people could eat so much food. All meals with your family were always loud, argumentative, and chaotic. You’d never have it any other way.

When the doorbell rang, though, everyone froze, your ears ringing from the sudden silence. There was only one reason anyone would ring the doorbell all the way out here, so either there was an emergency or a horse got out. Getting up, your mother went to the front door, everyone listening quietly to try and hear what was going on. Your blood ran cold when you heard a voice that sounded like Professor Rosinante, even colder when Dadan called you to the door.

All three of your nephews giggled, insinuating you were in trouble. You got up slowly, you and Dragon making meaningful eye contact and communicating in the way siblings could almost telepathically, attempting to convey to him you had no idea what was going on, either. As soon as you rounded the corner from the dining room to look down the hall to the front door, you froze, seeing Rosinante standing there out on the landing and your mother smiling sweetly. With a bright smile from Rosi, you felt your knees go weak, finding it hard to take a step forward for fear you would pull a him and fall flat on your face.

Somehow you managed to approach him, forgetting your mother was standing next to you both at all, “Ros—Professor Rosinante, what are you doing here?”

“I can answer that by returning your phone,” He chuckled nonchalantly, holding up your cell and handing it back, “I must have picked it up by accident when I fell before we left.”

If you were honest, with how much work had to be done, you hadn’t even realized it was missing, laughing nervously in an attempt to hide your embarrassment, “Thanks. I really appreciate it. Sorry to make you come all this way.”

He raised a hand up, waving it slightly, “Not a big deal. I was heading out this way anyway, and thought you may have been looking for it.”

You were about to say something when your mother interrupted, reminding you of her presence, “Rosi,—” they had met him when he brought flowers to your father in the hospital when he was recovering from his heart attack, “—why don’t you just stay for dinner? It’s getting late, and we got plenty to go around.”

The heat you felt rush through your body was intense, there was no way your mother didn’t notice, “Maaaaaaaaaa,” you whined, “We can’t subject the Professor to dinner with us, that’s just rude!”

She laughed you off, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, though it was more like a headlock, “Nonsense! The more the merrier!” This statement from your mother perplexed you, especially since she hated having guests. They must have really liked Rosinante. Dadan wouldn’t take no for an answer, dragging both you and him back to the dining table with the rest of the family. Your father was more than happy to see him, personally loading up a plate for the now-guest after you introduced him to your family and the farm hands, and the noise returned.

Garp kept topping off Rosinante’s beer (he kept a cooler full by his seat at the head of the table every night to toss out to the adults so no one would have to risk getting up.) Dragon glared at Rosi, seeming to assess and judge every small movement he made, thus Rosi would not make eye contact with your brother. Dadan made your nephews move to sit your professor beside you, however, Luffy refused to move, and was squished at the bench between you both. It was the first time in your life you didn’t see Luffy shoveling down whatever was placed in front of him and staring at your guest. Like father like son.

When you handed Rosinante more rolls that he had asked for, both of your hands brushed the other, causing you both to freeze a moment. He laughed it off, just taking the basket from you and putting another on his plate before handing it on, but Luffy spoke up loudly over everyone else at the table, “Are you Auntie’s boyfriend? Are you gonna be our new uncle?”

Yet again, silence.

You choked, having taken a large bite right as your loud-mouthed nephew spoke. Rosinante chuckled, patting Luffy on the head and ruffling his hair, “No, I’m not dating your aunt. I’m one of her instructors, and just joining for dinner.”

Letting out a sigh, you were only a little crushed to hear him say the words, but he was right. Rosi was your teacher, and any form of a relationship between you would put your education and his professional life in jeopardy. You had to be humbled in your feelings for the time being.

Besides, as cute as he was, Luffy was a brat and continued to add another humbling, “Okay, good, coz I was gonna say you could do way better than Auntie.”

“WHY YOU LITTLE—!”

You hugged your knees to yourself as you looked at the water from the natural spring that fed into the creek and water systems around the farm. It was the middle of the night, and you couldn’t sleep, especially because after your dad and Rosi got to drinking, he was far too drunk to drive home, and your mother insisted he stay the night. When you went to brush your teeth after finishing the dishes, you saw him shirtless and sprawled out on the couch.

The thought of his muscular body was haunting your mind, causing you to toss and turn until you finally snuck out to your favorite place to sit when you wanted to be alone. Sure, everyone in your family knew where to find you if they needed you, but the spring was always treated as a quiet place. With a thick blanket to sit on and your robe pulled around your shoulders, you dug your toes into the soft earth, listening to the sound of running water as you did your best to remove the static from your mind. Closing your eyes, you thought about how you could fall asleep like this when you heard the sound of two horses braying at each other.

Rushing to your feet, you went ton investigate. There was no reason that any horse, let alone horses, should be out this far at night. You followed their calls, finding two stallions, a white one and a black one, prancing and playing by the pond that the spring fed into. It was surreal, and you’d have thought it was a dream were it not the fact you recognized one of them as the work horse from two farms over. Mr. Jenkins was an old farmer who only owned about four cows and a horse, insisting that his fence was fastened tight.

Fastened tight your ass, you were staring at his stallion, though you did not recognize the other horse. Clicking your tongue, you called for the larger, white horse, who was a sucker for treats. Since Mr. Jenkins’ horse followed you willingly, the mystery horse followed as well, both of their ears perked up and interested. Back at the ranch, there were two empty stalls open at least, and with some oats and carrots, you were able to lure Mr. Jenkins’ horse in. The black one, however, was being more stubborn.

While friendly, the black stallion would not go into the stall alone, no matter what treats or hay, or whatever you threw in there. All it seemed to want was your attention, nuzzling against you and nibbling at your hair. You laughed, luring the creature into the stall, and laying against the horse when it laid down. It was only a little uncomfortable because, for whatever reason, the horse was wet, possibly from the spring.

You yawned big, stretching as you adjusted yourself, “At least if I sleep out here, I am less likely to run into Rosi…” the black stallion lifted its head, responding with a trill of its lips.

“He’s one of my professors at school,” you answered, knowing your secret was safe with a horse. Not like they could talk, “And I think my mom was just trying to set us up tonight. Which I wouldn’t be against, but he is my teacher. Somethings just can’t happen, I guess.”

Laying your head back, you sighed deeply as the horse flopped over, making you giggle a bit at the noise that came out of it, “You’re right. I should just close my eyes for a bit.”

Yawning again, you shut your eyes, opening them what felt like a moment later to the sun filling the barn first thing in the morning. It wasn’t the first time you had slept out with the horses, nor would it ever be the last. There was the slightest kink in your back as you stretched, getting up quietly so as to not wake the black horse who was your bed and pillow for the evening as you tiptoed back to the house to shower and clean up for the morning. Rosinante wasn’t on the couch, and you wondered if he had gone home.

Heading back out to the barn, you started to open the stalls for all the horses, except for Mr. Jenkins’ runaway and the black stallion. You wanted to tell your dad and have him take a look at the two, and possibly get a DNA sample from both as you suspected they were most likely the reason all of your mares were knocked up.

“Mornin’,” Rosinante yawed from behind you as you were texting your dad from the barn. He had likely gone for a run as he always kept himself fit.

“Mornin’,” you responded back casually, partially in work mode, “Ma should be up in a bit to make breakfast if you want to head back to the house.”

Looking up, expecting to see him at the end of the barn, you were confused when no one was there. You looked out to the field, still no Rosinante. But you screeched when a hand touched your shoulder, the only thing behind you being the black stallion’s stall. Turning quickly, you dropped your phone as you stared at a barely waking Professor Donquixote Rosinante yawning from inside the stall, stark naked.

“Breakfast sounds great,” he smiled, “Will there be coffee?”

Now here you were, standing outside of Rosinante’s classroom, and you knew you could no longer put this off. It had been a month since you learned of his heritage as a kelpie, which, if you had not seen it, you would not have believed it. For whatever reason, you were hyper-focused on the fact you had admitted your feelings in front of him, and not the fact that he was a water-dwelling horse demon that drowned human victims. Granted, he had assured you that his kind had evolved past eating humans centuries ago, you only laughed nervously, unable to erase the vision of him naked in your stable from your mind.

While you still managed to come to a few classes, you found any excuse in the book to either not make eye contact or speak to him directly. If it weren’t for the fact that he had sent four emails, and a letter home that your nephews got to first and read out loud to your parents asking you to please see him at the end of the day and speak with him, you’d not be standing here right now, glancing at him through the window as he cleaned his white board.

Taking in a deep breath, you opened the door and closed it behind you, clearing your throat, but choking on your own spit instead. Rosinante dropped his cleaning cloth, rushing over to you quickly, “Y/N, are you alright?”

Your coughing caused your eyes to remain closed, only opening them when you heard the crash of his rolling chair from behind his desk, already knowing he had stumbled over it, “I could ask you the same.”

Tangled up in his chair, Rosi smiled his toothy grin, looking up at you with a soft expression, “I guess I’m just not as graceful on two feet than I am on four.”

Looking around, you feared that someone would have heard him, and despite the fact that you knew his secret, you worried it could be taken the wrong way.

“No one can hear us,” your professor grunted as he got up to his feet, righting his chair behind desk, “The other classrooms are empty and this time of day there are barely any classes in this building. That’s why I asked you to come see me at this time. We can speak freely.”

You watched him, holding your bag over your shoulder as you remained by the door, “Okay, so?”

“So,” he motioned around the room, sitting on the edge of his desk, “Let’s speak freely,” he crossed one leg over his knee, pulling his vape off his desk, having switched over to one at your suggestion since he kept lighting himself on fire, “Why haven’t you been coming to class lately? And why have you been avoiding me?”

“Wow, gonna just go for the jugular, huh?” You slowly moved further into the classroom, giving your professor a wide berth, staying close to the door as you sat at a desk, “Are you worried that I’ve told someone your secret?”

Rosi chuckled, blowing smoke out his nose, “There hasn’t been a mob after me with pitchforks and torches, so I assume I am safe for now.” He sat up from his desk, slowly walking over to sit a desk away from you, giving you the space you seemed to be wanting, “But you have not answered my questions, Y/N. I have a hunch they are related, so I will condense them: Why are you avoiding me?” Biting your lip, you turned your head away, unable to look at him right now, “Is it because I am not human?”

“If that were the case, I’d not talk to my nephews,” you gave a faint smile, “Or my brother, but he barely talks at all.”

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Rosinante folded his fingers in front of himself, and you could feel the weight of his eyes on you, “I was not anticipating how the night at your house would go, nor was I expecting you to find out about me. About what I am.”

“It’s not that!” You spat out quickly, then sat there, frozen in your thoughts. You had not realized you weren’t even breathing until you rasped out, “It… it has nothing to do with that. At all.”

Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, you saw the astonished expression on his face. His eyes were wide as he looked forward, at the door, then back to you, “It’s not?”

You covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly, “God! No! It has never been about that!” the blood was rushing from the surface of your skin, and you were terrified you’d have to admit your feelings toward him.

Rosi stood, rubbing his chin as he crossed to the front of the classroom by his desk, most likely thinking. You watched him through your fingers, rubbing his hand through his hair and then taking a deep inhale from his vape. Blowing it out harshly, he turned to face you again, and you felt yourself shrink down to the smallest size you could be as he spoke, “Is this about your comment of thinking your mother was trying to set us up?”

“Oh my god, this is so high school!” Your head went against the desk with a loud thud, kicking your feet in an attempt to rid your body of the nervous tension it had built up, “Don’t fucking say it out loud!”

He rubbed his hand over his large face again, sighing, “But am I wrong? I knew that look on Dadan’s face, I’ve seen it on many a person before.”

It felt like you had swallowed stones, weighing you down so much you should have broken the chair you sat in. You would much rather open your eyes and find yourself naked in a test you didn’t realize you never studied for. Nothing could be worse than this.

“Y/N.”

You groaned as Rosi addressed you, not realizing he was kneeling down in front of you until he gently lifted your head up, “Come on now. It’s not the end of the world. Your mother isn’t the first over-enthusiastic parent I have met.”

“It… it’s not just what Ma said,” you huffed, looking away from him as you bit your lip.

“Ah, so it’s the fact you said you wouldn’t be against it.”

Another groan, another plop of your forehead against the desk. Rosinante chuckled, patting the top of your head as he stood up, “You are making it harder and harder to reject you, Y/N.”

Now your blood ran hot, sitting up quickly as if all of your bones had been replaced with iron, “Harder to whosit-howsit-what now?”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “Turn you down. I would think that was obvious given our current academic relationship.” Reaching out, he gently touched your cheek with his finger, but then froze, clearing his throat as he pulled his hand away, “I… we… can’t do this. At least not right now.”

Your heart was suddenly the most alive it had been in weeks, beating fast enough to pump fuel into a jet engine, “You… you want to do this? I mean, eventually?”

Rosinante nodded, “Y/N, I have wanted to take you to dinner since the first day you were sitting in my class,” he walked across the room to stand by his white board. He began to write a number on the board, “1,217 days that I have known you, but who’s counting?”

You pulled out your phone to do the math, it being three years and a few months since you had first met him. Your skin was pulsing with how hard your heart was beating, knowing he had to see the heat it was producing from the force in which your blood was coursing through your veins.

“1,217 days,” Rosinante turned to look at you, a soft blush on his cheeks along with his soft smile, “that I have loved you.” Your heart stopped in your chest, but he continued on, “And I will have to wait at least sixth months to a year before I can do anything about it that won’t bring an investigation from the school board down both of our necks…”

You stood to your feet, “Rosi, I—” in your attempt to go to him, your knees locked up, causing you to fall over yourself. He rushed to your side, trying to help you up as you both looked at each other.

Once you were on your feet, he laughed gently, “I guess this is what it feels like on the other side, huh?”

“You’re telling me,” you giggled, holding his hand that helped you up with his other at the small of your back. Eyes locked, you found yourself getting lost in his gaze, his rust colored pools beckoning you in to swim in them. Time sat still, slowing down as you reached to touch his face. Rosi touched your cheek, a sweet sigh emanating from your lips.

Then, time moved in fast forward, arms around the other as your lips crashed against his, having to get up on your tiptoes to reach him. Rosinante did not stop you, welcoming you into his arms as he lifted you up to better meet his kiss. Reason went out the window as your tongues met, humming contently as he slowly started to back up. For once, he was rather coordinated, until he hit his desk, breaking the kiss just enough to shove everything aside as he sat back on it.

Rosi laid back on his desk, bringing you on top of him, making out with a fever that was not being slaked by kisses alone. You needed more, especially after seeing him completely naked in the stall—he was a horse alright. Haphazardly removing your shirt, Rosinante was already doing the same, both of you kissing and removing whatever clothing you could, shifting and moving as needed until you were sat on his thighs, staring at his massive cock.

“Don’t think about it,” your professor panted, sliding his hands up your hips and sides until he pulled your lips to his again. You felt his breath quiver as you gently slid your fingers over his length, teasing the head at your sopping entrance. Rosi bit your lip, a small smirk as he held your hips, “Ride me.”

Slowly, you worked him up inside you, sliding down until you couldn’t take it anymore, then pulling up to slip back down, taking more and more of him in each time. You thought it would be more painful, but he did not rush you, letting you go at your own pace. There was a slight burning with the stretching, most likely needing more foreplay, but you still managed to work him all the way in.

With one hand against his massive chest , you started to ride him. Rosi held onto your hips, watching his member disappear into your sopping cunt. His eyes wandered up your body to your face, and you fixated on his again. As he panted and moaned with you, you noticed his teeth sharpened, and his eyes became more equine, feeling like your heart was caught in your throat. That, or his massive dick was shoving all of your organs up, which could also be possible right now. It all felt so good, grinding up and down on his length as he gripped your hips and every so often your ass. You had forgotten where you were, what your relationship was before this. For now it was just you and Rosinante and the pleasure your bodies brought together.

The all familiar sensation of your quickly building orgasm was far too good to ignore, chasing it as you gripped his forearms and threw your head back, “Rosi! Rosi! I’m right there! Fuck! So close!”

His hands gripped you tighter, threatening to bruise your skin at the strength he was using. Rosi’s hips met yours, thrusting up beneath you at a brutal pace. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself release, the flood of ecstasy covering your body as his muscles tensed and his member twitched inside you. Again, time froze as you both remained there in your shared bliss before you fell forward, spent against his chest that heaved up and down heavily.

Laughing weakly, Rosinante ran his fingers through his hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead, “Oh yeah, I am so fired.”

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you weakly tried to sit up and look at him, “How so?”

“There is no way no one didn’t hear us,” he panted, looking to you as he sat up with you still against his chest, no sign of him rushing to pull out, “And well, we were in sight of the door.”

Panic set in as you attempted to scurry off his dick and lap, but instead he laughed in his usual way and hugged you close. Leaning in, he kissed your lips, attempting to calm you down, helping slightly as the drug of your shared passion set back in.

“Relax, I’ll probably put in my notice after this. No way I could keep my hands off you now, Y/N.” Rosi ran his hands up and down your arms, lifting your chin with a playful smirk, “Know anyone hiring?”

You giggled, shaking your head, “Dad would be happy to have you, but we’re a little short on space on the farm.”

“Well, that’s alright,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead, “I’m sure there’s space for me in the barn.”

Epilogue:

“I’m sorry, did I what?!”

Rosinante started his summer working for your family, and the two of you were sharing your room, even though he was technically supposed to be sharing a room with one of the other farm hands. You kept quiet most of the time, and Garp and Dadan were just happy you were happy. The two of you were loading up hay on the tractor, and you looked to him, biting your lip.

“Did you knock up all our mares?”

His face was red, and his eyes even wider, “First of all, why would I fuck horses?”

Blinking at him, he rolled his eyes at you as you spoke, “I mean, can you blame me for asking?”

“You wanna fight? Because we might actually fight.”

You threw your hands up, exasperated, “I’m not trying to make it a fight! This is a very valid question from my side of things! I am still learning.”

Sighing, your boyfriend wiped his forehead, “No. I did not knock up your mares. I’ll give you one guess.”

“Mr. Jenkins’ horse?”

He nodded, “Told me himself. He’s been breaking out for years to visit all the farms. Pretty sure this is the first time he’s gotten out of hand.”

You shook your head, returning to moving the hay again, “Explains why we always get a random white foal every year.” Stopping a moment, you tilted your head, “Hypothetically—”

“I do not like where this is going.”

“—Could you knock up a horse?”

Rosi looked at you, exasperated, “I… no. We’re similar but not really the same genome. Besides,” he put the hay down and came to wrap his arms around you, “you’re the only one for me. Why are you getting jealous over fictional horses?”

You giggled as he kissed your forehead, wrapping your arms around him, “True. At the rate we’ve been going at it, I’d think you were trying to knock me up.”

Flabbergasted, Rosinante couldn’t give you an answer as you laughed. However, your brother rounded the corner, having heard what you said and throwing a bag of feed down.

“DRAGON, WAIT!”

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