Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ASTERIOS
A Few Minutes Earlier
The witch has lost her damn mind if she thinks I’ll stay here while she takes off to God only knows where while dressed like that!
A burst of irrational possessiveness floods my system.
I rip a white cloth from her bed and drape it over myself. I’m furious that I’m back in a toga— with the all-too familiar toga tent, because of course I’m hard again.
I have no right to be this jealous. She’s my abductor. I’m her captive. So why I thought she wore that sheer see-through gown just for me, I have no idea. But I’ll be damned if she is going to wear it for anyone else from this point forward.
She is mine.
All mine.
Only mine.
Fuming, I storm through the archway and follow her out. I know I’m being ridiculous, but I don’t care.
I’m almost blinded by what can only be the sun. A blur of blues and greens fill my vision as my eyes struggle to adjust. My weight sinks my hooves into the fertile soil covered with grass, and a gentle breeze blows at my hair.
What the hell? Am I back home?
Scanning the rolling hills, a large building comes into view. And then I spot my witch, carrying a black umbrella. A stark contrast to her milky figure and sheer gown walking toward the structure.
I rush to follow Galatea into the huge barn.
The space I find myself in is like a fucking slasher movie. The floor yawns as I’m frozen in place, looking down and taking in the view of my hooves on top of the hide of a minotaur.
Somehow, I break the morbid spell and look up. The walls are decorated with bull heads. My stomach turns at the sadistic display, and I recognized two of the victims as missing students from campus.
She’s a fucking serial rapist and killer. A butcher of innocent bulls.
Objects carved from horn lie around the area— cups, ashtrays, even pool cues. There’s furniture made of cow skin, pillows and blankets made of cow leather, with the hair still attached…
My level of anger goes from seething to enraged, and I’m seeing red. I would make her pay for this, for targeting my kind
But then the sound of moaning and groaning reaches my ears. And the thought that she could be involved in some mass orgy with a bunch of bulls puts revulsion and revenge on the back burner in favor of pure wrath.
Blind jealousy is too weak a word for the savage fire that lights my blood.
Bulls were going to die.
My witch had no idea of the brutality I was currently capable of, no way to know that I, too, could commit acts of barbarity, that since meeting her, I was no longer that practical professor she’d abducted.
There is no logic. No reason left. Rationality disappeared the moment our bodies joined. I could not help but find her, claim her, dominate her, fuck her, protect her, and bind her to my side for the rest of our lives.
Fine. She could have it her way. I would join her in her depravity. I would kill and skin any bull who’d dared to touch her.
I charge at the door that separated the room of horrors from the milking brothel my mate dared to keep. But no longer. My semen would be enough to sustain her. These other bulls had to go.
The slight barrier gave way easily, no match for my violence.
Rows and rows of minotaurs lay on their backs and stomachs, with machines pumping away at their cocks as the bulls moaned in pleasure. Tubes and bottles and buckets of semen surround the area.
Then I see her. Galatea. She strokes a bull’s dick and caps it with rubber piece attached to a tube. Snarling, I’m already moving toward them, but then the bull makes a fatal mistake by resting his hand on her hip.
Wood takes to the air, destroyed by my massive horns.
Red is all I see.
Literally.
It’s blood.
The bull’s pain and terror fills the barn, seemingly disrupting the other minotaurs from their pleasure-induced, comatose states. Smaller beings who were attending those bulls rush out of the barn in panic. Those left behind now bellow to be released from their milky prisons.
I roar, announcing this barn and her as my territory. Before me, blood spews from the bull’s shoulder stump and puddles at my feet, but I don’t care. I throw down the arm I had detached for daring to touch what was mine then grab my witch. I drag her out of the stall.
“Aww,” she complains. “You’ve ruined the supply with blood...”
I take her to the middle of the barn where all the other minotaurs can see us and bend her over a steel prep table. Galatea tries to scramble away across the top, but I grab her ankle and draw her back to me.
“Dammit, binding magic is not a good look on your kind. Too primal.”
I ignore her and snatch off my toga.
“What good is all this power if I can’t use it on him,” she yells to the universe while trying to claw her way across the smooth steel.
I don’t want to hear it. The time for talking is done. These bulls will know that I am her mate, and I will kill any who dare try to mount her.
I flip up her gown, lift her ass into the air, and thrust my hard cock into her pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck!” she yells as her tight channel struggles to accept my girth. “Professor—”
I snatch her long, beautiful hair at the nape and snap her head back. “What did you call me?” I snarl.
Her hands fly back to grasp my wrist, but she does not have the strength to loosen my grip.
“Asterios, please!”
I withdraw and plunge back into her heat. It is exquisite, and already, I’m feeling better. I tear away her gown, so she is as naked as I am, then use my free hand to fondle her amazing tits.
She’s incredibly limber. She arches her back into me, enjoying the way I stum her nipples and massage her breasts. I move my hand from her nape to her soft, fragile throat. I build up my rhythm, and her channel stretches and slickens to accommodate me.
“Hurt me,” she says, breathless. “Yes, claim me as yours.”
I begin fucking her good and hard, making sure all the males can see that her body is mine and mine alone. I close my grip tighter around her throat, not to crush her windpipe, but to remind her that her life is now in my hands.
It doesn’t take long for her arousal to climb toward an orgasm. She is yelping her pleasure like a porn star, and all the bulls are quiet as they watch me master her.
“Tell them you belong to me,” I growl into her ear, removing my grasp on her throat to palm her forehead. I draw her sweaty hair back so she can see the herd. “Go on.”
“I belong to Asterios,” she cries loudly.
“Again,” I order, flexing my hips with a force that I knew was uncomfortable.
Yet, she comes— comes so hard she starts to sob. “I belong to Asterios,” she repeats through her tears.
Satisfied, I pull out and turn her over onto her back, then grasp her hips and pull her toward me. I reseat myself into her body.
“Tell me your mine,” I demand, giving her such a brutal pace that her lovely breasts bounce with every thrust.
“I’m yours,” she wails. “I’m yours, Asterios. I don’t know how, but I am. Fucking magic.”
Hearing her say it with conviction is all I needed to get me to climax. I pull out of her body and come all over those gorgeous tits.
“Do you mean it?”
She reaches out and massages the cum into her milky skin, marking herself with my sent. This pleases me greatly.
“Yes,” she admits. “Though, I hope to have the magic needed to break the binding. This is too much for both of us.”
“Never,” I grumble, leaning in and taking a nipple into my mouth.
Moaning, Galatea arches her back, encouraging me to drink from her. “Mmm,” she sighs. “That feels so good.”
I drank from her other breast as well, and once I’ve had enough to satisfy the craving, I stand up and step back to admire her.
She is mystical in the moment with her naked, her legs spread wide apart, her pussy glistening, her breasts dripping with cum and milk, her hair messy in that sexy bedhead way.
However, the moment is ruined by the bulls moaning in extasy as their machines milk them. They too got off on this, on seeing her in her glory.
“We have a lot to talk about,” I say.
She sits up on her elbows. “Like?”
“You have me. There is no need for this farm—”
There’s a sharp zap and unbearable pain in my balls. I plummet into darkness.