Chapter Nineteen
The minotaur takes his huge organ in his hand and strokes himself. What I had thought was the length of him nearly doubles as it emerges from its sheath. Arcus moves to stand beside him, his hand joining the minotaur’s in a sensuous glide up and down the pink shaft.
“Remember, she’s a mortal,” the creature says in his distorted voice. “You’ll need to give her some help, if she’s going to take all of me.”
All of him! Now, I am frightened; fully erect, his cock is longer than my leg. My eyes are wide when Arcus looks at me, and he laughs.
“Don’t tell me you’re backing out, now.” He pauses. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t back out. I’m the king, and your wretched mate owes me.”
I hate the king. He’s vile and cruel and delights in a type of torment that is artless and cowardly. But he keeps accidentally saying things that only arouse me more.
I have changed in my time with Luthian.
Arcus brushes his hand over my trembling belly, down to my core. “There. She’ll be able to accommodate you.”
The minotaur’s human hands are huge. He lays one on my mound and crooks his middle finger to push it inside me.
“I don’t think she’s as frightened as you believe,” he says with a lowing chuckle.
“Is that true?” Arcus asks.
“I can’t help it,” I whimper. “I’ve never been with such a beautiful creature.”
The minotaur crooks his thick finger and presses upward, and I moan both at the sensation and the obscene, wet noise my cunt makes while I grasp him.
“Thank you,” he says, stroking his fingertip over and over that sensitive spot. “It’s rare that I find a human woman so enthusiastic.”
Arcus pulls out a chair with a scrape and sits beside me, palming one of my breasts with casual boredom. “This isn’t an act then, Cenere? You truly desire this?”
“I desire anything, Your Majesty.” I moan again to get my point across. “Do you believe Luthian of Mithrax would take a chaste maiden as his mate?”
“Yes,” Arcus answers without hesitation. “I think he would take a chaste maiden and turn her into a harlot. Has he done that to you?”
I grin in response and lift my hips in rhythm with the minotaur’s thrusting finger.
“I must taste her,” the minotaur says with a desperate groan. He drops to his knees and lowers his head, hooking his horns beneath my legs and raising them high. I clench down on his fingers as he withdraws them, mewling in disappointment, but he replaces them quickly with a fat, rough tongue. It rasps over my clit and sweeps down, burrowing into my cunt with enough length to still press against my aching pearl.
It’s incredible.
I tug at my chains, frustrated that I can’t grab onto those horns and ride his mouth as his tongue twists back and forth, filling me as deeply as any cock could. It’s so different, though, curling and lapping at my inner walls until I strain and sweat and drum my chained heels against the back of his neck. My movement is limited; all I can do is hump my hips and babble pleas to keep going, to never stop, to make me come.
Arcus leans over and takes my nipple into his mouth, drawing upon it while he pinches and rolls the other. My wickedness consumes me, and I meet his eyes, willing him to see the lust in my own. I gave him a satisfying performance in this throne room before. Tonight, I’ll give him one he’ll never forget.
The minotaur’s breath chugs hot against my belly as he feasts on my dripping center, speeding up as my cries of pleasure quicken and ascend. The thrusts of the minotaur’s tongue are faster, the rough brush against my clit unbearably sensitive. My body tightens and convulses, and I shout to bring down the ceiling as I come under his mouth.
He slurps and groans, his huge hands holding my hips so that I can’t move away to seek relief from the now overwhelming sensation.
“He’s not finished with you until he decides he’s finished with you,” Arcus warns.
And I think to myself, Oh, no! Anything but that!
It’s all I can do to keep from laughing.
I’m not quite as merry about things when I’ve suffered through my fourth orgasm beneath the unrelenting onslaught of the creature’s tongue. His saliva and my own uncontrollable bursts of wetness run down my ass and pool on the table beneath me. My hair is damp at the roots with sweat by the time the beast finally rises and wipes his shining snout.
“She tastes incredible. Would you like to try?” he asks, out of breath and with what I suspect is a terribly strained tongue.
Arcus shakes his head. “Another time. You deserve to fuck her. I suspect you need to, quite badly.”
The minotaur gives a nod. His ridiculously long cock is hard enough to stand up on its own now, and it drips long strands of fluid. He takes the base in his hand, uses another halfway down, and backs up to align us.
Whatever magic Arcus has used, it had better work, or Luthian will have to complete his plan on his own.
The head of the minotaur’s cock is tapered, so the tip slides in easily, but it’s soon clear that his width is more impressive that it looks. I gasp as he stretches me. He has to take steps forward to feed more of his monstrous organ inside, but to my disbelief, I feel no pain, no trouble at all taking him in.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I pant as my cunt swallows more and more of the minotaur’s shaft. “Thank you!”
He chuckles. “Are you this shameless for your mate?”
“I’m this shameless, always.” My breath catches as the minotaur’s body finally reaches mine. I’ve never been stuffed so full, so deeply, and the fact that it’s at all possible is a stunning work of magic I would never have imagined.
The minotaur lets out a long groan. “Arcus, you are a friend indeed, to share this with me. She’s...”
“The best cunt you’ve ever had?” Arcus sounds dismayed to admit it. “While I would love to find fault with Luthian’s skill in creating these exquisite creatures of lust, he’s yet to disappoint me. I forgot how much I enjoyed having him at court.”
“But this one is surely the best.” The minotaur’s voice is tight. “I would stay in her all night, if I could.”
“By all means, spend in her,” Arcus offers graciously. “I know you’ll be able to please me after.”
Being spoken of as though I’m simply an object spikes my arousal higher. “Oh, yes, please,” I beg, barely exaggerating my breathlessness. “Use me for your pleasure.”
Arcus laughs. “Look how hungry she is for you. How willing she is to debase herself for us.”
“Any time you wish, Your Majesty. My body is yours to use—” I can’t finish because the Minotaur withdraws. Not all the way, but a considerable length that drags slowly over every sensitive furrow. He thrusts forward again, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Because of the minotaur’s beastly appearance, I wrongly assumed he would rut into me like an animal. He’s a highly skilled lover, though, and fucks me with deliberate slowness that soon overwhelms me with sensation. I succumb to my helplessness, to my powerlessness as he wrings moans and whimpers from me that I cannot stifle. I come again, feel my stretched muscles flutter around him, and he bellows to the ceiling.
“Unchain her,” he tells Arcus, and at once the shackles no longer hold me. The minotaur jerks my legs around his thick waist and pulls me up flush against him; impaled on his cock, I barely come up to his chest.
“I need to fuck her properly,” he snarls, and staggers a few steps.
I cry out in pain as my back collides with the wall and I find myself trapped between two solid objects. He rams his hips against mine, and I feel the plaster behind me crack under the force. He spears into me in short thrusts, then makes a sound I assume is the bovine equivalent of a growl. He pulls out of me entirely and slings me like a rag doll over his shoulder to stride to the bed.
I’m dizzy, achy, but my body is desperate to be filled again. When he grips me around my waist and slams me down on the entire of length of him, I scream in relief. He lifts me up and down, leaving me nothing to do but hang limp in his hands while he uses me. He lifts his hips and bounces me down harder, until the spell is no longer enough to keep him from battering me and I yelp with pain every time I take him down to the root. The brutal thrusts rake the length of his cock against my clit and I am powerless to keep from coming once more.
I gasp for breath and close my eyes to stop the room from whipping up and down in my vision, grit my teeth to keep them from knocking together. My hair flies around my face, my tits bounce painfully, and finally he pushes me down, his hands on my shoulders to hold me tightly on his cock. His release is scalding and forceful, and it sprays from the seal of my opening around his wide shaft. I slump forward, my sweat-drenched skin plastered against his, while he crushes me in his grip.
“What did I tell you?” Arcus asks smugly.
The minotaur gives a few short strokes, savoring my pussy while he softens. His cock finally falls from me to slap onto the bed.
“Cenere, mate of Luthian of Mithrax,” the king says with a hint of amusement. “You may be my new favorite toy.”