Chapter 4 Zaxon
Even flaccid a minotaur’s cock is an imposing sight
She wasn’t expecting me to do that. Though I don’t know that she expects anything I do. She wasn’t expecting me to show up on time this morning, or to make her laugh. I know I wasn’t expecting to have her in my arms so soon, but I have no complaints. I’ll carry her around all day if she’ll let me.
Her hair smells like oranges and flowers. Or is that her skin? A lotion? I need to know what is producing the delectable scent.
“You don’t have to carry me,” Bea argues weakly.
She says that, but the way she hooks one arm around my neck to hold on better, says otherwise. The soft cotton of her sundress rubs against my bare chest, and I hope the scent rubs off on me. I want to smell her on me when I go to bed tonight, and then rub that scent all over my sheets.
“I don’t mind. Like I said you weigh very little, and smell very good.”
“Maybe compared to you, but for a human I promise you I weigh plenty.”
I shift her in my arms, demonstrating my strength and ability to carry her. She probably weighs as much as my tail. I’m barely expending any energy at all holding her.
“I can at least carry you to the end of the sand. We can walk on the higher sidewalks for a while, and I can show you the other buildings on property instead. The beach really doesn’t change, and you’ll see plenty of it this week I imagine.”
Bea rolls her lips between her teeth and contemplates my suggestion to divert our route. There really isn’t much more to the beach and if she hates the sand so much, we can remain on the non-sandy path.
She nods. “Okay, that sounds fine to me.”
“Good. Either way I was carrying you no matter what you said.”
“Nice to know you’re obstinate as well as punctual.”
“You can also add optimistic, personable, loyal, well-endowed, and amateur astronomer to that list.”
Bea snickers and settles more comfortably into my arms, and I slow my pace.
“As well as modest.”
Yeah, I probably didn’t need to slip in the well-endowed part, but I wanted her to know. Just in case.
Bea pats my chest and I realize she’s talking and almost miss what she says.
“All right big boy, you can put me down now.”
I was too focused on the feel of her thighs, that I didn’t realize we’d made it to the paved walkway. I wonder what excuse I could come up with to keep holding her that she would accept.
“You sure? It’s no problem. I can continue to carry you. There is still sand here as well. I wouldn’t want you to get anymore on you.”
“I think I’ll be fine thanks.”
“As you wish.”
I set her down, but my fingers linger longer than necessary, and I’m not sorry about it. She notices and I give her a big unapologetic cheesy grin. She purses her lips and I assume narrows her eyes, but they’re hidden under her darkened lenses. The sexy librarian ones I want to fog up.
We walk along the path, passing guests and employees.
I greet most with a friendly hello or how do you do.
Bea says nothing, just intensely inspects each bench we pass by, sitting in each seat and bouncing a few times testing its sturdiness.
Watching her boobs bounce each time she does it has my mind creating alternate scenarios for the same reaction.
“This is the long term stay building, Sand Dollar Tower. Most are larger units with small kitchenets and multiple bedrooms. Some guests like to come and stay for a few weeks or a few months. We have a few residents who are yearly guests. My place is on the top floor.”
“You live on property?” Bea asks surprised.
“Yes. As a gargoyle I can act as a sentry at night in my stone sleep if needed. Being on site is a benefit for the resort and for me.”
“Why? Because you get to carry women off the beach who get too much sand in their shoes?”
I snort a laugh, she’s funnier than she thinks. I walk a little closer to her, brushing my arm against hers in the universal sigh of I’m interested. She doesn’t respond. Hm. Going to have to be a little less subtle I see.
“I like the beach and sun, yes. But being on the ocean, away from the city lights, offers a clearer sky for stargazing. Amateur astronomer, remember?”
Bea nods, her glasses slipping off her nose with the movement. She presses them back up with the back of her knuckle in a move that is far more adorable than it should be.
“Woah, hold on. Does that say what I think it says?” Bea nearly trips over her own feet stopping to point at a sign.
“Considering it’s written in English, yes.”
Bea turns to me, mouth open in a guffaw that really is freaking cute. Like an adorable gaping fish in glasses.
“A nude beach. The resort has a nude beach? I thought this was a family resort?”
“It is. That’s why there’s a sign and a shrubbery line marking the boundary. There are also a few species that are used to being nude regularly and this allows them a safe space to feel comfortable. There’s also an age restriction of sixteen, just to be safe.”
As we approach the entry to the nude beach limit, I spot our posted security guard, a younger sociable incubus named Keln. He has a way of telling people they’re not allowed in an area without starting an argument. A very useful skill in a security guard.
“Zax. What are you doing here? I’m not due for my lunch break for another two hours.”
Keln stands from his stool positioned at the break in the shrubbery line.
His slender body shirtless like many of the winged species like to be, red wings folded neatly behind him.
Incubi are similar to gargoyles, we both have wings, horns and tails they just resemble humans more.
Skin in shades of tan and white and physical features more like humans.
They also aren’t as large and blocky as a gargoyle.
“Escorting around my new friend, Bea. Bea this is Keln. Keln this is Bea the code enforcement agent checking the property this week.”
Keln smiles and greets Bea. She gives him a pleasant but small grin in response.
“Code enforcement huh? Are we in trouble or something?”
“No,” Bea reassures him. “Just a standard inspection to ensure all guest accessible areas are being well maintained. To help prevent the resort from getting in trouble.”
Could have fooled me with how stringent she’s been with quadruple checking everything and how many times I’ve seen her scrunch her nose and go hmm, in a negative connotation.
“How we doin’ so far?” Keln asks with a wide grin, knowing we’re doing just fine.
Management at the resort is top notch. They like maintain a high standard.
If they were to receive negative reviews on travel sites or have outraged social media individuals go online and bad mouth the resort for uncleanliness, the attendance would plummet, and the resort would suffer.
Which is the last thing anyone here wants.
We all love the resort and what it offers to monster species and humans alike.
The resort takes up the entirety of the small but vibrant cove as well as a short strip of beach along the open ocean.
It’s practically a tiny town within itself.
Four towers hold hundreds of rooms, there’s a mini shopping mall, carnival, a fully functioning casino, movie theater and bowling alley.
There’s even a world class spa and a plethora of water sport activities.
Not to mention all the pools and white sand beaches.
It’s a small paradise on the southern Florida coast.
Everyone would hate for the resort to be closed or go downhill, as such we all work together to keep it in tip top shape for our guests.
Bea doesn’t smile and reassure my colleague, not that I expected her too, but he seems crestfallen when she doesn’t, his easy smile faltering.
Incubus are used to people, especially those of the opposite sex, responding in a friendlier and swoonier manner.
Bea’s lack of fluttering eyelashes and giggles probably a bit off putting to the young incubus.
“I’m not at liberty to discuss my findings with employees,” she says in a professional and impartial tone. She’s obviously said that line numerous times before.
“Oh well. I hope all your findings are positive. I like working here, it’s an amazing place and I would hate for anything to happen to it.”
Keln tries to sweet talk her again with a large smile and even a boyish tilt to his head that I’m sure is meant to be alluring, causing his dark brown hair to fall across his forehead.
I’m sure it works with many females. It only sends a flash of irritation through me and doesn’t seem to work on Bea either. Again, she doesn’t answer.
I clear my throat and ignore the feelings of wanting to step between Keln and Bea.
“Nothing’s going to happen to the resort, Keln. Our regulations are impeccable and anything Bea finds will be minimal at least and easily resolved.”
“You can’t—"
“We’re going to check out the beach and then the spa, so we’ll see you on our way back.” I cut off whatever refute, or rebuttal Bea was going to say to further smother Keln’s optimism.
“Okay, sure no problem. Have fun,” Keln replies, already over Bea’s lack of fascination.
“I’m working I’m not supposed to have fun.”
Both Keln and I frown at Bea. Because we’re both working, and we always have fun on the job, and it never impairs our work.
“Anyways, we’ll be going now. Bea?” I guide her around the shrubbery with an outstretched arm. “Why don’t we go see who else you can bring down with your fervent pessimism.”
“I’m not pessimistic, just realistic,” she argues.
“And the not having fun while working part? I’m working and I’m having a great deal of fun.”
“You and I have two very different definitions of fun.”
Grinning down at her, I watch as she passes through the entry to the nude beach area, her eyes trained on mine.
“Oh, I think I could come up with a few things we both would consider fun.” I let my inuendo settle in as she comes face to face and full frontal with the expanse of the nude beach.