Pseudoragori : Milking The Cafe With My Minotaur Wife-Chapter 14: Full Moon Night

The café had been bustling from open to close, leaving both Mani and Mocha thoroughly exhausted by the time they returned home. After a quick dinner and a few exchanged laughs about the day, they retreated to their bedroom. Mani collapsed onto the bed with a relieved sigh, pulling the blankets over himself. Mocha followed closely, wrapping her strong arms around him as they nestled together under the covers.

"Goodnight, honey," she murmured softly, her lips brushing against his forehead.

"Goodnight, Mocha," he replied, his voice thick with sleep. Within minutes, Mani's breathing evened out, signaling he'd already drifted off.

Mocha, however, found herself wide awake. Despite the comfort of the bed and the warmth of her husband beside her, sleep refused to come. She stared at the ceiling, her floppy ears twitching in frustration.

"Why can't I sleep?" she muttered, carefully slipping out of bed to avoid waking Mani.

She padded through the darkened house, letting the stillness of the night calm her restless mind. The soft glow of the full moon spilled through the windows, casting silvery light across her fur. She stopped by the living room, standing still as the moonlight bathed her.

A strange sensation began to spread through her body—warmth at first, then an overwhelming heat. Her breathing grew heavier, her heart pounding faster with every passing second. An uncontrollable desire surged within her, clouding her thoughts and leaving her trembling.

Mocha's red eyes gleamed with a feral intensity as she turned back toward the bedroom, her movements quick and determined. "I need him," she whispered, her voice low and husky.

Mani stirred as he felt a weight settle over him. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of Mocha's glowing red gaze and flushed cheeks. Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her breaths came in hot, uneven pants.

"Mocha? What's wrong?" he asked groggily, his voice tinged with concern.

Instead of answering, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one swift motion, revealing her massive, bare chest. Her ample breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath, their size and softness almost hypnotic.

"I need you," she murmured, her voice filled with an unrestrained hunger. She reached for him, but Mani sat up quickly, his face flushed with confusion.

"Wait, Mocha," he stammered, holding up his hands. "What's going on?"

Mocha's red eyes glinted with desperation. "The moonlight... it's making me crazy, honey. I can't control it. Please, just let me—" She lunged for him, but Mani slipped out of bed, his instincts urging him to create distance.

"Mocha, we can talk about this," he said, backing toward the door.

But she wasn't in the mood for talking. Her towering frame moved with surprising speed as she followed him, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Honey, you can't run from me," she teased, her voice dripping with desire.

Mani darted into the hallway, his heart racing. "Mocha, please! You're not yourself right now!"

"Oh, I'm exactly myself," she purred, her tail flicking behind her as she pursued him. Her shirt and bra had been discarded, leaving her massive breasts bouncing wildly with every step. "And I'm going to show you just how much I love you."

Mani turned into the living room, hoping to put some distance between them, but the sight of her curvaceous, naked body distracted him. Her thick thighs, her swaying hips, and her plump, firm butt made it nearly impossible for him to think clearly. He stumbled slightly, and Mocha seized the opportunity to close the gap.

With a playful growl, she grabbed him by the waist and pinned him against the couch. Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, "Gotcha."

"Mocha, wait—" Mani's words were cut off as her lips crashed against his. Her kisses were fervent and demanding, her lipstick smearing across his cheeks and lips. She pressed her massive chest against him, her soft, warm breasts enveloping his torso.

When she finally pulled back, drool glistened on her lips as she gave him a wild grin. "You're not getting away that easily, honey," she teased.

Mani wriggled free, his face bright red as he darted around the coffee table. "Mocha, please! Can we just talk about this?"

She laughed, the sound rich and sultry. "Talk? Oh no, honey. I've had enough talking. It's time for action."

She lunged at him again, and Mani barely managed to dodge, his pulse racing. He ran toward the kitchen, but the sight of her bouncing breasts and swaying hips made it impossible to focus. Her massive, plump butt jiggled enticingly with every step, and the faint sheen of sweat on her fur only added to the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

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When she cornered him near the fridge, Mani's back pressed against the cold metal as she loomed over him. "You're mine," she whispered, her red eyes locking onto his.

She grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, her other hand trailing down to his waist. Her thick, soft thighs pressed against his legs, keeping him firmly in place.

"Mocha..." Mani's voice was barely audible, his breath hitching as her massive chest pressed against him.

Mocha leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You can't hide how much you want this, honey," she whispered, her voice a mix of teasing and affection. Her hand slid lower, her fingers grazing his waistband.

His cheeks flushed even deeper as she shifted her weight, her plump, firm ass rubbing against his crotch. The sensation sent a jolt through him, and she smirked as she felt his reaction.

"There it is," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

Mocha adjusted her position, her massive, soft butt pressing and grinding against his growing erection. Mani's breath quickened as she moved with deliberate slowness, her tail swishing playfully behind her.

"Mocha, please..." he managed, his voice trembling.

She turned her head to look at him, her red eyes gleaming with mischief. "Please what? Don't stop?" she teased, her movements becoming more intense. Her soft, warm flesh rubbed against him in a way that made it impossible for him to think straight.

Mani's protests faded into incoherent murmurs as Mocha's passion overwhelmed him. She leaned down, capturing his lips in another heated kiss while her hips continued their relentless rhythm.

"I love you, honey," she murmured between kisses. "And tonight, I'm going to show you just how much."

The night was a blur of heat and intensity, Mocha's insatiable desires driving her to shower Mani with affection in ways he'd never experienced before. Her powerful body enveloped him completely, her every touch and movement leaving him breathless.

By the time the moonlight began to fade, Mani was utterly spent, his body sore and his mind dazed. Mocha held him close as they finally collapsed onto the bed, her wild energy replaced by a soft, contented smile.

The next morning, Mani stirred slowly, wincing as a wave of soreness washed over him. His muscles ached, and he could barely move without feeling the effects of the previous night.

Mocha woke beside him, her red eyes wide with concern as she took in his condition. "Honey," she whispered, her voice filled with guilt. "Are you okay?"

Mani managed a weak smile. "I'll live. But... what happened last night?"

Mocha's ears drooped as tears welled up in her eyes. "The moonlight... it did something to me. I couldn't control myself. I'm so sorry, honey. I never meant to hurt you."

Mani reached out, placing a hand on her cheek. "It's okay, Mocha. I know you didn't mean it."

"I'll make it up to you," she promised, her voice trembling. "Whatever you need, I'll take care of it."

Mani chuckled softly, despite his soreness. "You can start by letting me rest."

Mocha smiled through her tears, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Deal. I'm so sorry, honey. I'll never let this happen again."

As Mani drifted back to sleep, Mocha vowed to keep better control of herself in the future.

Her love for Mani was boundless, and she would do whatever it took to ensure he always felt safe and cherished by her side.