Chapter 36
Inever understood when other minotaurs talked about this all-consuming need to bed someone, like it was a universal fact.
Sex feels good, and I enjoy giving someone pleasure, but it was never more than something to scratch an itch and get a bit of contact so I felt less alone. I didn’t really need it.
Not until I met Belle. When I look at her, all the pieces click into place, and I understand what it means to want someone.
My pulse hammers, desire crashing into me like the storm raging outside as Belle slides up the bed and spreads her thighs. It’s hard to breathe as I soak in the picture of this incredible woman, her bare, deep pink pussy glistening, her nipples peaked and face flushed as she stares up at me.
It’s the ultimate honor, having Belle trust me with her most intimate parts.
“Stars, look at you,” I rasp, giving myself a lazy stroke. I can’t do more than that or I’ll pop off before we’ve even gotten started.
The flush on her cheeks deepens as she glances down between her thighs. “I know I’m not as, uh, furry as you’re probably used to.”
I can’t help snorting. “I don’t give a shit how much hair you have, and I’d have to be an absolute fool to even factor that in when I have you here dripping for me.”
“Fair point. Just wanted to check that I’m not too…different from what you’re used to.” She laughs, but there’s a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
I take a moment to consider her, letting my gaze rake over every flushed curve and dip, while I stroke myself unhurriedly. Occasionally, I let out a small sound of appreciation, especially when she squirms and flushes more.
She’s gorgeous. I’ve never been one to pay much attention to human women, but this isn’t about her being human. It’s about her being Belle. Because she’s the woman who has driven me crazy and captured my heart. It’s only a bonus that she’s beautiful.
“You’re perfect,” I rasp.
“So are you,” she breathes, eyes shining as she holds my gaze.
A thrum of pride fills me. “Then we have nothing to worry about. Now show me how well you can take me, darlin’.”
Belle reaches over to her bedside table, where there’s a bottle of lube ready for this exact thing, and pumps a generous amount into her palm. My dick throbs as she coats the dildo, then sticks a few slick fingers inside herself, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
“That’s it,” I say hoarsely, gripping the base of my cock hard to keep myself from getting too excited. “Tell me what you think about when you work yourself open.”
“Didn’t realize you were such a dirty talker, cowboy,” Belle says with a soft laugh, which turns into a hitched breath when she rubs the head of the toy against her clit.
I didn’t either, but Belle brings out all my filthy, lustful words. “Is that a problem?” I ask, unsure how I’ll keep quiet when banter is a cornerstone of our relationship.
Belle shakes her head. “No. Not a problem. At all.”
“Tell me if I go too far. Don’t want you uncomfortable.”
“Alright. But for the record, I think I’ll like anything you say.” She lines the head of the toy up with her entrance and gives me a wicked grin. “Turns out I don’t mind a little discomfort, either.”
It’s almost obscene how big it looks against her. How impossible it looks. And that toy isn’t even as large as I am.
There’s a flash of worry that I can’t hide from her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Says the minotaur who spent a week hazing me,” she retorts playfully.
“This is different…I only want you to feel good. If that means we can’t…”
Belle’s brow furrows a little as she presses the head of the toy to her entrance, her head tipping back as it stretches her, and I lose my words.
“It’ll feel good,” she says, sighing and bringing her free hand up to pinch her nipple as she pulses the head of the toy inside her, working it in. She moans as she takes another inch. “Oh fuck, Cal, it’ll feel so good.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock kicking in my grip and leaking so much pre-cum my hand is coated in it.
My fingers itch to reach out for her. To toss the toy aside and sink inside her like we’re both aching for.
I’ve been patient this long, and she may be enthusiastic, but there’s no ignoring the physical reality that she needs to warm up.
“You’re doing so well for me,” I murmur, climbing up onto the bed so I can at least touch her, my hands gripping her calves and spreading her wider.
Belle’s eyes meet mine, frantic and needy as she works the toy inside, sweat beading on her brow from the effort. It takes all my willpower not to hump the mattress just to get some relief.
I stroke her thighs. “That’s it. Rub that needy clit and take more. I know you can. Tell me all the dirty thoughts in your head, baby.”
“Ahh, oh god, I thought about you doing exactly this. Talking me through it. Making me take it because you knew I could. Stretching me open and using me as if I’m made for your pleasure.”
Fucking hell, that’s hot. “Mmm, you like thinking about being mine? Knowing that I need this perfect little cunt, that it’s the only way I’ll ever get relief from the madness I feel when I’m around you.”
“Yes!” Belle pushes the toy deeper, a whine of pleasure-pain falling from her lips. “I need it, Cal. Need you inside me so I feel how much you want me. I want you to stretch me…oh fuck…and fill me up so I’m dripping for days…”
“I’ll give you what you want, darlin’. I’ll give it all to you. Every last drop. But you’ve gotta come for me first. Come on that toy, then on my tongue, and I’ll give us both what we need.”
“Fuck, Cal!” Belle’s head falls back against the headboard, and I watch as her pussy convulses around the toy, almost losing it as I imagine how fucking good it’ll feel to have her come on my cock. She managed to take half of the dildo, and her determination fills me with a strange pride.
“There you go, mmm, that’s it,” I murmur, stroking her thighs as she comes and keeping her hips pinned in place.
She shudders when I drag out the toy, but there’s no sign of pain. Still, she deserves more pleasure for doing so well.
Belle tries to pull me up on top of her, but I dive between her spread thighs, wasting no time to devour her. I’ll take my time next time, but right now, I’m greedy for her to come again.
Her taste is even better than I remember, her pussy swollen and so sensitive after taking the toy. I smile when her hands wrap around my horns, shamelessly encouraging me to lick her.
My cock rubs against the comforter as I fuck her with my tongue in earnest, drawing out as many moans and curses as I can, and I struggle to keep my composure. I refuse to come until I give her what I promised. What something deep and primal is begging me to do.
It doesn’t take long for her to orgasm again, my name a shocked cry on her lips as I push her forcefully over the edge, lapping up the arousal that gushes from her.
She yanks me up by the horns, sitting up so that she can bring her mouth to mine in a hot, desperate kiss.
“Fuck me, Cal. Please,” she pants against my mouth.
And god help me, I can’t resist her when she begs so prettily.
“How do you want it, darlin’?” I assume she’ll want to ride me, since she can control things, but as always, Belle is bold.
She kisses me again, then turns over onto her stomach, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under her stomach, raising her ass up.
“Ah, I see, you don’t want to look at me,” I joke, and she turns her head, rolling her eyes.
“This is a good position for our size difference,” she huffs. “Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”
I laugh, loving that even in the heat of the moment, we’re able to be playful.
Belle gasps when I grip her hips, lining myself up with her puffy pussy and sliding my cock against her a few times to coat myself in her wetness, then quickly slather my length with lube.
She’s right about the position. I’m not crushing her with my weight or jabbing her with my horns. My tail wraps around her ankle possessively, and I knead her peachy ass, loving the way she squirms impatiently.
My hands tremble as I line myself up with her entrance. If I hadn’t seen her take the toy, there’s no way in hell I’d even attempt this, but as always, Belle can handle a lot more than I expect.
Still, I can’t keep in my shocked groan when my tip sinks inside her.
It’s so fucking tight, her pussy squeezing me like a vise, and I have to grit my teeth not to spill inside her immediately and ruin things.
I hold still, calming myself with a few breaths and giving Belle a chance to change her mind now that she’s felt the real thing inside her.
Her hands ball into the comforter beneath her and she huffs. “More.”
I know better by this point than to double-check or doubt her, so I say a silent prayer to the stars or whatever gods will listen to give me the fortitude to not blow my load right away, and push in further.
Heat fizzles up my spine at the unreal, borderline painful grip of her cunt, and I understand what she means about a little discomfort being pleasurable because holy shit, I could die from how incredible she feels choking my cock.
“Yessss, god, Cal, you feel better than…” Her words meld into a moan when I test out rocking in and out of her.
Sweat forms at the nape of my neck as I hold myself up on my arms, but I could do this forever. “You’re taking me so well. Stretching for me and letting me in like such a good girl.”
“I want to be good for you,” she breathes, tilting her hips back with my next rocking thrust to take more of me.
Her arousal glistens on my length as I slide in and out of her gripping heat, working about a third of myself inside her, marveling every time my cock disappears into her cunt.
“Fuuuck, darlin’, you feel too good.” My balls tingle as her moans grow louder, and I slip a hand between her and the pillow, seeking her clit.
“Ah, yes, Cal, yes.” Her channel clenches around me, and I know she’s as close as I am. I need to hang on a little longer.
I feel unhinged as I stroke inside her, coaxing her closer and closer to her climax as I stave off my own, filth falling in a steady stream from my lips.
“Shouldn’t have let me know how good this pussy feels wrapped around me.
You’re going to have me begging for it morning, noon, and night.
” My hands move atop hers, pinning them in place as I take her.
“You can have it whenever you want,” she says, panting. “I’m yours, Cal. All of me. Oh god, I’m yours!” She shatters, her cunt pulsing around me so hard I can barely move.
“Oh, fuck, I’m yours too, darlin’. I’m going to give you everything I have. Whenever you want it.”
Heat lances through me, blinding, and my cock kicks inside her, unloading so forcefully I see stars.
Belle’s encouragement and moans have me spilling into her, over and over, until there’s so much it runs down my cock and all over the pillow and her thighs.
I barely keep my arms under me so I don’t collapse on top of her, and I’ve gripped her hip hard enough to leave a bruise, but she doesn’t seem to care at all.
Belle laughs, the sound breathy and full of awe and delight. “Well, damn, cowboy.”
I grimace as I pull out, and a deluge of my cum spills down onto the pillow. Hopefully that isn’t one she liked much.
She rolls over, uncaring about the mess as she sits up to cup my face, wonder and love shining in her eyes. “Was that as life-changing for you as it was for me?” she asks with a sex-drunk smile.
I’m sure I have an identical look on my face. “More so, I’m sure,” I reply, voice rough.
“And you thought I was going to be an annoying pain in your ass when I came here. A problem you wanted to get rid of as fast as possible,” she teases, kissing my cheek.
“I was an idiot,” I huff and she giggles. I place my hand atop hers and hold her gaze with my own adoring smile. “You were never a problem. You’ve always been the solution.”