Chapter 7
Seven
Lizette
Holy shit.
I can hardly think through the lustful haze clouding my mind. Oryx leans closer, his snout brushing feather-light over my skin, and his tongue snakes out to caress the exposed column of my neck. Electricity zips through me.
Is this really happening right now?
I could have sworn I woke up this morning and walked down to the kitchen for my chores, but the longer this scenario plays out, the more convinced I am that I’m still dreaming. There’s no way Oryx wants me, and there’s definitely no way he’s planning to fuck me here in the middle of the woods.
Right?
One of his hands brushes my thigh, slipping up to my hip where his fingers latch on.
“Do you want me to show you?” he whispers, causing goosebumps to pebble across my skin.
Yes. No. What if we get caught?
My thoughts are a tangled mess, but the heat lancing through me threatens to shatter them all. As Oryx’s hand skirts higher, my eyes flutter closed, and the smallest moan escapes my lips when his thumb brushes over my nipple through my dress.
The throb pounding between my thighs becomes relentless, until it’s impossible to think logically.
Surely no one is going to find us out here.
And even then, I don’t know that I would care…
“Yes,” I pant, dropping my head back to give him better access to my neck. His warm tongue slides along my skin, and I desperately want it everywhere. I want him to taste me, tease me, fuck me with it.
“Yes, what?” He pulls back suddenly, and I pry my eyes open to meet his expectant gaze.
Touch me. Devour me. Fuck me.
My cheeks scorch at the thoughts, but I can’t stop them.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched at all, and even then it was some random servant looking for a hookup.
I’ve never been this insanely attracted to a male before, and I want him to follow through with every filthy desire consuming his mind currently.
“Show me,” I manage, finding it hard to speak. I’m so wound up with nerves, every muscle in my body tense, when I know I shouldn’t be.
Oryx clearly knows what he’s doing, and I plan to let him take the lead.
He chuckles and moves away, tugging his thin shirt off over his head to reveal a broad chest rippling with chiseled muscles. I have to fight to keep my jaw locked firmly in place. He’s a stunning specimen, looking like a gray marble sculpture.
I want to run my tongue over every perfect line of his muscles.
“Lie down,” he urges, and I obey, staring up at his massive form as he kicks off his boots and shoves down his pants.
When his enormous cock springs free from the material, I suck in a sharp breath.
Dead gods, I don’t think that’s going to fit.
If he splits me in half, I can’t think of a better way to go out than by royal minotaur dick.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, kicking his pants away and standing there completely naked for me to appraise him.
“Very much,” I giggle. If every inch of me wasn’t already burning up with lust and embarrassment, I would blush. “But I’m afraid you might kill me with that thing.”
He drops to his knees once more and settles between my thighs, clearly unashamed by his nudity.
“If it’s too much, I’m sure we can figure out an alternative.” He smirks and scoots down my body until he’s face to face with my pussy. “I hope you don’t mind if I taste you first. Quite frankly, I’m starving.”
“I-I don’t,” I say. Or at least I think I do.
I lose my train of thought as he nudges against the thin material of my panties before pulling them off in a swift motion.
He tosses them aside before returning his attention to me.
I clutch my dress, hating that the fabric makes it hard to watch him, but appreciative of the fact that I’m not naked in the middle of the woods.
At least I’ll maintain a shred of dignity if someone comes waltzing by. Oryx on the other hand… They’re going to get a clear shot of his broad back, massive cock, and muscular ass.
The second his tongue presses to my center and flicks over my throbbing clit, my back arches and a pathetic whine falls off my tongue.
He doesn’t give me a second to adjust, moving his tongue up and down, probing, exploring every inch of my pussy.
When his wet muscle slips inside me, I gasp and grab for his horns.
He groans against me as I cling to his horns for purchase, the vibration going straight to my clit, and he fucks me faster with his long, agile tongue. Minutes later, I cry out as my channel clamps down around him, bucking my hips against his mouth until the last aftershocks of my climax wear off.
I’m panting, gasping for air, and desperate for more of him. One orgasm definitely isn’t enough to relieve the years of built-up sexual frustration.
I need him to fuck me and make me come until I can’t anymore.
With a smirk, he crawls up my body, teasing his snout over my breasts until my nipples pebble painfully against the material of my dress. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to feel his tongue on them.
“You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” he rumbles as the fat head of his cock brushes my slick entrance. I roll my hips up toward him, eager for friction. “And so fucking tight, but I want to fill you until you can’t take any more of me.”
I nod eagerly, grabbing for his massive arms, attempting to pull him closer. I want to feel his body, his warmth, his cock.
“Please,” I beg pathetically, and a growl rumbles in his throat at the word.
“Say it again.” He drags his lips along my collarbone, moving higher to my neck. “Beg for my cock. Tell me you want this as badly as I do.”
I whimper as his tongue brushes over the shell of my ear and his cock presses harder against my pussy.
“Please,” I whisper, still trying and failing to pull him closer. He’s a massive, unmovable force who isn’t going to fuck me until I beg for it.
Fuck me.
“Please, Oryx.” I meet his gaze and reach up to caress his face. “I want you so bad it hurts. I want—I need—you inside me. Please.”
He shifts his hips forward, the head of his cock stretching me slowly, and my mouth falls open in a silent “o”. I knew it might be a little uncomfortable, maybe even a little painful, but the ache as he slowly works his way inside is overwhelming.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly as he pulls his hips back and drives forward again, this time filling me a little more.
My eyes flutter closed and I nod, bracing myself for more pain as he buries more of himself inside. I hiss a breath through my teeth, my nails digging into Oryx’s massive biceps. He freezes, waiting for me to adjust.
“Is it too much?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head adamantly. I didn’t come this far and risk both our heads to not be properly fucked. “I’m fine. Keep going, please.”
Oryx obliges, taking his time to work as much of his massive cock inside as physically possible, and even then there are a few inches that don’t fit.
I’ve never felt so completely full or stretched, and the sharp pain has dulled to a pleasant heat spreading from my pussy up through my torso.
If he shoves another inch inside, he’s going to permanently rearrange my insides, and not in a good way.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his tongue roving over my exposed skin. My pussy throbs around his cock in response, and I nod.
He pulls back and thrusts inside, immediately falling into a toe-curling rhythm. Every time he sinks as deep as he can, an explosive bolt of pleasure lights up my center. His grunts and animalistic noises as he fucks me against the unforgiving ground only have my libido crawling skyward.
“Fuck, I won’t last long like this,” he groans, pulling back to sit on his heels.
He adjusts himself, finding a position where my hips are slightly lifted off the ground, before pumping into me again.
“You’re so tight; I know you’ll milk my cock so well.
” He grunts and slams deep enough to force a groan from my lips.
“Is that what you want, my beloved? To be filled to the brim with minotaur cum?”
It’s hard to form thoughts as he drives into me, harder and deeper with every thrust.
Beloved?
Cum?
I fight through the lustful haze fogging my mind.
Should I let him come inside? Do I have an option?
What happens if I become pregnant with a minotaur calf?
“Fuck,” I gasp as pleasure-laced pain erupts in my core. His thrusts are becoming more erratic by the second.
One of his thick thumbs finds my clit and draws tight circles around it, and I try to rock my hips against his movements, but it’s difficult with my hips still in the air. I’m at his mercy, and I’ll come when he’s ready.
I can already feel my climax building, my muscles tightening. It won’t take long until I’m shattering around his cock.
“Answer me,” he demands, a little harsher this time. “Do you want me to fill this tight little hole until my seed is spilling out? Because I want to see you absolutely dripping with me, beloved.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips.
I pant as his thumb picks up its pace. I’m so close, hovering close to the edge of an orgasm. But I know he won’t let me come until I say it.
“Yes,” I whine, wiggling my hips the little bit that I’m able. “Fill me, please. Fuck.” I hate the desperate edge to my voice, but if I don’t come right now, I’m going to explode.
He increases the pressure of his thumb on my clit, speeding up slightly as he continues stuffing me full of his cock. In seconds, I’m teetering on the edge of a climax, and I squeeze my breasts through my dress to increase the sensation.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, almost breathless now. “So close, so close. I’m… I’m going to…”
I don’t get to finish my sentence before pleasure slams into me, gripping my core tight as my pussy clamps around his thick cock. He fucks me through wave after wave of pleasure, and my cries echo through the forest.
I no longer care if anyone finds us.
Hell, I’d be proud at this point. Let them watch.
Before I’ve fully ridden out the aftershocks of my orgasm, Oryx slams his hips forward a final time and roars with his release.
His cock twitches, and I’m so sensitive that I can feel every pump of cum he spills inside me.
The pressure increases as my stomach bulges, the combination of his cock and cum making it swell.
My eyes fly wide and my mouth falls open as he slowly pulls his cock out and a gush of minotaur cum rushes out, soaking the quilt beneath me.
He gently lowers my hips while I’m still processing how he was able to produce that much seed, and curls up next to me.
When he drapes his arm over me, tugging me close, heat creeps into my cheeks.
I’m in complete disbelief—and a bit of shock—at what just happened. But before I can truly process it, or work through the fit of nerves twisting my stomach into a knot, Oryx’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“I hope you realize, beloved, that filling you with cum makes you entirely mine.”