Fantastical Escort: Bullrush

A gym had no right to be this big. Lexie understood that different species had different needs. But this was the size of a mall. She couldn't even fathom what the four-story building attached to the back was for. How many different services did they offer here?

Fuck this isn't helping.

Lexie ducked away from the entrance that looked like it belonged at a museum. She entered a small garden around the side of the building. She found a few benches there and took a seat. A cool breeze sent goosebumps across her exposed stomach. She had worn skimpy outfits in public before and felt sexy. But for some reason the lilac leggings and matching crop top weren't helping her confidence today.

She retrieved her phone from her purse. Aaron's number sat right at the top of her contacts. A picture of him giving a rare smile next to his name. She had told puns for half an hour to get that picture, finally proof that he could smile. She hit call and he answered on the second ring.

"I thought you were on a job, and I would be free of you for today." Aaron's signature annoyed tone answered.

"You would miss me if I didn't bother you." She retorted. When he didn't answer she kept going.

"Sorry I'm just a bit nervous. First job outside the bar and all that. You're sure this is legal, right?"

"Didn't you pay attention to any of the paperwork you signed or the class they made you take when you got your license?"

Even on the phone she could feel the scolding, her eyes shifting to a bush with beautiful blue flowers. A butterfly flew by with colors that shifted from emerald green to ruby red with each flap.

"Look, the instructor had amazing legs and was wearing shorts. It was hard to focus." She defended herself, knowing her excuse was as flimsy as cardboard.

"You truly are employee of the month material." He let out a sigh. "Yes, it's fine. You humans are more finicky than we are. As long as it's in a discreet location then you're fine to work in public. Happy now?"

"Really helping calm my nerves there with that sass."

"What were you expecting? Compliments?"

"Maybe. It would be nice to hear you say my legs look good in these leggings." She teased. When she heard the phone call go dead, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Ok, you can do this." She said to herself, getting up and heading to the door once more.

If the entrance was intimidating the lobby was nerve destroying. It was how she imagined old roman palaces mixed with modern convenience. It was weird seeing TVs and a smoothie bar alongside giant marble statues, but she could roll with it.

In the center of the lobby sat a round desk made of black stone. Two employees were helping people, but a cheery looking girl waved her over. She was pretty with skin like a birch tree and bright red leaves instead of hair tied into high pigtails. Her smile was downright infectious.

"Hi there ma'am, I'm Nerine. Can I help you today?" She asked in a perfect customer service tone.

"Hey. I'm looking for the private workout rooms. Room..." She looked at her phone to remember the number. "Nine."

"Right, I was given a heads up about your appointment." The woman said, before leaning in. "You're lucky. Man is muscles on top of muscles. And plenty of stamina to go with it."

Nerine giggled but Lexie just smiled awkwardly. She didn't know if she would ever grow past the taboo mentality she still held onto from the human world

"Anyway, the private rooms are on the second floor. It's just down the third hallway on the left. You can't miss them." Nerine continued, seeming not to notice her awkwardness.

"Thanks."

"No problem, have fun!"

Lexie was quick to bolt, following the directions. She found herself in a quiet hallway with subtle décor. Each side was lined with doors, their numbers on gold plates next to each one. The doors themselves had frosted glass fronts. Above them were lights that signaled when they were in use. If her college gym had been like this, she may have actually gone.

It was easy to find the room, less easy to knock. But she gave herself a last-minute prep talk. Flirty, confident. That was what he asked for. She could do that, she was ready. And before her nerves got hold once more she knocked.

"Hold on." A deep voice echoed from within. Seconds passed and then the door slid open. She got why the receptionist gushed over him.

He was tall and built like a wall. For some reason he wore armor perfectly sculpted to the muscles underneath and she couldn't care why. What girl hadn't fantasized about a man dressed like a knight with a sword on their hip. Only his powerful arms and legs on show, hinting at what was underneath the armor. The fact that this man had a bull head with chestnut brown fur and cream horns didn't faze her at all. She was honestly developing a thing for men with horns.

"Um, hi?" He answered, perfectly acting like he didn't know why she was here. As if he didn't hire her. "Can I help you?"

"Hey," She replied, stopping herself from ogling him... too much. She put a touch of preppy in her tone.

"All the private rooms are booked so I was seeing if anyone was willing to share. I promise I won't be a bother. I just hate the main workout rooms." Hopefully he ignored all the doors with green lights behind her that were free. Why ruin the roleplay.

His eyes traveled down her body before meeting hers. He flashed a grin that screamed guilty. "I get it. Sure, I'll share but fair warning, I might be a bit loud."

"I don't mind loud at all." She replied, stealing her own shameless glance. Her eyes fixed on his exposed calves for a second longer than polite. Muscles on muscle indeed.

"Then come on in." He stood to the slide letting her slide past him. Which of course she used to 'accidentally' bump into him. She swore he made a noise, but she kept going, setting her stuff in an open locker.

There was your standard workout gear around the room, but something caught her eye. It was like a thick wooden pool with arms at different heights.

"What's that?" She asked, as he walked up next to her.

"Oh, it's a training dummy, for sword practice." He answered. "I get the staff to bring it up for me."

"Sounds intense. So that mean the weights are all mine?"

"Go for it. And sorry if you catch me staring. It would be hard not to." Bold, she liked that. It made this all the easier and fun.

"I'd be hurt if you didn't. Don't worry, I'll set up in front of the mirror. It's only fair if I get some looks at you as well."

"Then I'll have to see if I can catch you looking." He replied, smirking. She just laughed and got to work.

Lexie didn't choose anything heavy. After all this was not about the actual workout. She chose a routine that made sure she would bend over plenty to tease him. The clank of a sword filled the room as he restarted his own workout. She watched for a moment admiring his focus and the muscles in his arms. But she turned away quickly, refusing to get caught first.

She started her 'workout' making sure that she bent over the perfect way to catch his eye. After the third time she heard a soft curse as he missed the training dummy. His muscular arms flexing. He wasn't going to be the only one enjoying the view. But it was only a matter of time before he finally caught her admiring him in the floor to ceiling mirrors.

"Ha, got you." He spoke up, his voice having an edge that sent shivers through her.

She laughed, putting down her weights and facing him. "Took you long enough. I caught you looking plenty of times already."

"Yet you didn't say anything."

She shrugged, smiling. "What can I say, I enjoyed having you admire me."

"Did you now?" He said with a deep chesty laugh as he carefully sheathed his sword.

"Why swords?" She asked, getting a surprised look from him. "Sorry, I just figured your world would match the human one in weapons."

He nodded. "We could. But we're harder to kill. Certain metals work but they're either too costly to produce or don't work in modern weapons. Besides being old-fashioned means we don't go too crazy when we do fight."

"Makes sense." That had been a personal question not a work one. She needed to get back on track. "Can you show me how to use it? I've always been curious about swords."

He grinned, making her wonder if he had always wanted a woman to ask him that. "Of course, come stand in front of me."

"In front of you? Can I trust you to behave?" But she did as asked, sliding in between him and the dummy. Purposefully brushing against him ever so slightly.

"Can I trust you in front?" He retorted, an edge to his voice giving him a raspy undertone.

"Not at all."

"Well take the sword. At least your hands will be occupied then."

She turned to look over her shoulder, marveling at how much he towered over her. She wasn't picky about height but right now she could see the appeal.

"Don't make this teasing too easy for me big guy. I prefer hard things."

He let out a snort, the exact sound you would hear a cow make. "Do you actually want to try this?"

"Maybe but I'm more interested in something else first." She backed up, pressing up against his armor. She heard the hitch in his breath, feeling him tense.

"I suppose I am too." He muttered taking the sword back and sheathing it. Then she was spun around and suddenly facing him.

With one arm he scooped her up, bringing their faces level. "Sorry, you're too short to do this naturally."

"For- "

But she was cut off as he kissed her. It wasn't the best kiss she had ever had. The anatomy of his mouth being bigger made it a touch awkward. But being held up by him and the passion behind it? That made her melt into it. It was over much too quick though.

"I'm sorry but the size of my tongue would make going any further with that more awkward than hot." He admitted.

"I can handle big things in my mouth and fully intend to prove it soon." She fired back, wrapping her arms around his neck feeling the muscles there. God was there any part of him that wasn't iron.

His eyes went wide, his fur hiding if he blushed. "How about I show you what my tongue is best at first? Though you may want to strip or lose that outfit."

"You have to put me down for that big guy."

He gently put her down. She kept eye contact as she slid her top over her head. Then she removed her leggings and shoes. He didn't look away for a second.

"Breasts really are incredible but yours are the kind that inspire art." He said.

It was cheesy but she felt herself blush. "Who's the flirt now?"

"Just following your lead."

"Right. So how are we doing this, big guy?"

"Be patient." He said as he lifted her up once more. "Trust me on this."

"So bossy. You've got to be an officer." She teased as he started to carry her across the room.

"Captain." He admitted.

"Well now I got your nickname."

"Not unless you want me to get hard when my soldiers call me that. Now grab the bar."

Looking above her, she found that he was holding her under the pull up bar. She took hold of it, rubber grips keeping the cold metal at bay.

"If you expect me to hold myself up as we fuck then I got bad news." She said looking back at him.

"Just trust me."

"Yes... Captain."

His nose flared as he let out a proper huff, the warm breath sending goosebumps across her body. He carefully maneuvered her until she was straddling his head. Her pussy eager and right in front of his mouth.

"That better?" He asked with a cocky glint in his eyes.

"I guess it's not bad." Was her answer.

"I'll show you not bad. Just use the bar for balance." He said, smirking.

"Got it, captain."

He let out another huff, this one right on her pussy. The hot air sent shivers deep insider her core, only making her more eager for what was to come. He wasted no more time, dragging his thick tongue up her soaked sex. It went from thigh to thigh, hitting all her sweet spots like a hammer. It was raw and perfect.

He gave a few more licks, hot breaths mixed in as he seemed to savor her. When he finally pressed his tongue against her sex she was more than ready. She didn't know if it would fit or if it would hurt. But she did know she wanted him, so she gripped the bar tight. Their eyes met and she nodded.

He took it slowly as he shifted and shaped his tongue. But he never stopped pushing, spreading the lips of her pussy open to make room. She couldn't help but gasp and grind against his face. The friction of his fur adding another dimension of pleasure. And then he was in.

His tongue flared out and she let out a silent gasp. Every inch of her pussy was devoured by his tongue. It was stretching her in a delicious way. But then he started to move and delicious became decadence.

He had no technique, her tight pussy not allowing it. He just feasted on her in any way he could, brute forcing his way into finding her weak spots. There was not a single one his massive tongue didn't press, sending shockwaves of bliss into her core. Her legs squeezed his head, but he didn't slow down. Not that she wanted him to.

Her hands gripped the bar, now slick with sweat, as hard as they could as she came. This orgasm wasn't magical or a life changing experience. She had needed this release after all their teasing. But her release didn't sate her. With each shake of pleasure, it was clear she wanted more.

It was a delicate act to slip his tongue out, her eyes fluttering up to see his fur and nose glistening with her release. His eyes met hers as his tongue casually licked around his mouth, capturing every bit of her taste. It was more animalistic in a way but no less hot.

"How was that?" He asked, his hot breath making her ache.

"I really don't want to talk right now. I need you in me." She gasped out in between short breaths.

"How do you want me in you?"

"Put me on the floor. I'm returning the favor. Besides I told you my mouth can handle big things. I intend to prove that."

He chuckled while helping her onto the floor. She was quick to scramble to her knees and face the problem of finding his cock under the armored skirt he wore. She felt like a guy trying to get a girl's bra off for the first time.

"There are shorts underneath that can be pulled down." He offered.

She reached under, finding the spandex fabric. Right in the center was a delicious bulge. She worked them off slowly, fighting to pull them down. As soon as she slid them off his cock sprung free.

It was definitely monster worthy, thick and long with prominent veins. The mushroom like tip glistened with precum. That made her feel pride. Prideful enough to think she deserved to taste this magnificent cock.

Despite her boasting she knew there was no way she could take all this in her mouth. Even with her previous experiences with monsters. She doubted he would let himself finish in her mouth anyways. He seemed more like a breeding bull. So, she came up with her plan, go all in. With a deep breath she plunged onto his cock.

She managed to get half in her mouth before stopping. His precum was sweet and tangy. But her attention was stolen as he made a deep noise. She took this as a good sign, wrapping a hand around the rest of his cock. Then she truly got to work.

She ran her hand up and down his length as she licked and sucked what she could reach. She started focusing more on his tip, twirling it with her tongue. Then she dove back on him, running her tongue against his length. Every shudder and sharp breath drove her further. She slipped her mouth off of his cock with a pop. She continued jacking him but turned her attention to his balls.

She slipped one into her mouth teasing it with her tongue, then the other. All the while edging him to cum. He was feeling close, near the point of no return. She knew soon he would stop her so he could bury his seed in her. So, she shifted her mouth back to his cock, taking it again. But he didn't stop her.

With a sound that was purely animalistic, sticky hot cum surged into her mouth. She was so caught off guard, cum dripped down her face. She had no time to think, having to focus as each shudder sent more of his delicious cum squirting into her eager mouth. She started to swallow and lick, taking every drop. Just as he did with her.

After a short while he finally stopped, and she slipped her hand off him. She released his cock from her mouth, looking up at him. He met her eyes as she ran her thumb along her chin collecting the spilled cum. Then she slowly licked her thumb clean.

"Fuck, you are a menace." He muttered in that deep voice.

"Just trying to get you worked up for round two, captain." She teased.

"No need for that." He crouched down and scooped her up. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. The metal of his armor was cool against her burning pussy. But something brushed against her ass, leaving a cool sticky spot. She looked down and saw his cock, still hard and ready to go.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed. "How are you hard already?"

"It takes a few times to get a minotaur to stop being hard. Question is are you ready for round two?"

She reached up, grabbing his horns. She pulled him, forcing him to maintain eye contact. "You do not stop until you can't cum anymore. Got it?"

He looked eager but also unsure. "That may be messy." He offered.

"It's a good thing this gym has showers, big guy. Now fuck my brains out."

"Gladly."

He shifted them, pressing against a wall. She had always wanted to try this position. Pinned and pressed against her lover. Unable to do anything but take them as deep as she could. It made the ache in her core grow.

"Tell me if you need me to slow down or stop." He said.

"Got it." She replied shifting herself into a better position. Soon his cock was pressed against her.

He rolled his hips forward and her pussy parted as his girth pressed into her. It was a tight fit but not uncomfortable. In fact, it was the opposite. Feeling her pussy stretch to take him, to be ruined by him. It made her whimper, wanting more. He seemed to get the message.

With a hard thrust he shoved as much of his length as he could into her. There wasn't a part of her pussy that wasn't filled. She was heading towards another orgasm fast, but he wasn't moving. Just holding her against the wall.

"You good to keep going?" He asked, his breaths hot and ragged. It seemed she wasn't the only one who was close.

"Don't stop." She whined, grinding as best as she could on his cock. She used her legs to try and pull him further in.

He pulled out before sliding back in. It was simple perfection. No fancy tricks or methods. Just a huge fucking cock thrusting in and out. With each thrust he got faster and faster. Until he was going hard, her pussy aching. But she had no plans to stop.

The first orgasm came out of the blue. She had been so lost in the sensation of being filled that she hadn't noticed how close she was. Not until she was burying her head in his arms, constricting her legs around him. Her whole body shook but he didn't stop. Not until he was there.

She could feel the pressure of his orgasm. His cum having nowhere to go but deeper in her. Some squeezed past his cock dripping out of her in a delightful mess. She would be messy, sticky, and used. All the best feelings from sex. How would she look after this? Swollen? Happy? Both?

True to his word his cock didn't soften, and he started up again. He was breathing heavy on that perfect spot of her neck. She closed her eyes imagining how he looked under this armor. All of his muscles and those calves straining to hold her weight. How he would look drenched in sweat, covered in their mixed cum. It was all too much.

She screamed as she came for the third time, not even bothering to bury her head. Let the world hear this. They were at a gym, and she was getting the workout of a lifetime. Weights had never made her muscles feel this good. Running had never left her so breathless.

She was just starting to come back from the abyss that orgasm had left her in when his cock throbbed again. Another load of hot cum flooding into her. She had thought it would be lighter, less thick. But if anything, this load was bigger, more escaping her ruined pussy. She could feel it seeping down her thighs, dripping to the floor. And he didn't stop.

"One more." He huffed. "Can you take it?" He kept thrusting the whole time.

"Give me everything." She managed to get out.

Being smart wasn't something she was capable of anymore. Her brain had shut down long ago. Thoughts being put to the side for pure lust. Was this a smart idea? Probably not. Would she go to a doctor if she needed to while grinning like a fool if this went badly? Fuck yeah.

She mustered the last of her energy. Wanting him to feel her desire. This was her first time being fucked against a wall. It took a second to figure out how to move beyond wiggles. But she got there eventually, rolling her own hips as he did. She met every thrust, challenging him to go deeper, to fill more of her.

She was building up again, knew her body only had one orgasm left in her before she was drained. He was getting close too. She noticed how his chest rose and fell in deep breaths, his eyes closed. One single thought came into her mind, and she had no desire to squash it.

Her hands reached out grabbing his horns once more. She pulled him close, lips to lips and kissed him hard. She didn't care that their mouths didn't quite work or that his tongue was too big. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, claiming him as he claimed her.

His moan was deep, more growling than anything. Finally, the surge of cum that buried into her did just as she wanted. They came apart together, lost in each other and these feelings. There was no more movement, just stillness. Right at this moment they were one and it was bliss. But bliss always ends.

He was careful when he eventually pulled out, his cock finally going soft. A fresh rush of cum flooded out of her and she felt delightfully sinful. He was nice enough to not put her down in the puddle they had made. Placing her back in front of the mirror. She looked glorious.

Her ponytail had long since failed, her makeup smeared by sweat and tears she didn't know she shed. The smile didn't falter and there was happiness in her eyes. And of course, her legs glistened with his cum in the light. She had ridden a fucking minotaur and loved every second.

"Feel like showering together?" He asked from where he sat, catching his own breath.

"If you're hoping for round two then we may need to reschedule, big guy" She admitted with a laugh. He was the first man to leave her completely drained.

He returned the laugh. "It will take a while for me to go again. Just wanted to be a gentleman."

"Then sure. I've already seen you be the conquering soldier. Let's see this gentlemen side."

He helped her to her feet, escorting her to a nearby shower room. They both easily fit under the huge rain shower. He was gentle with his touches, carefully cleaning every inch of her. And she returned to favor. Soon she got lost in thought.

She thought about the negative views she still held about her job. How embarrassed she was to talk about it. But why was that? All her clients had been lovely, their engagements splendid. Why should she be ashamed of doing a job she loved?

After they parted with a hug and kind words she worked her way back to the lobby. Nerine, the women with birch-like skin and red leaf pigtails, was still there. She smiled as Lexie walked up leaning on the counter. It was time to break down this mental barrier.

"You weren't lying, best workout ever."