The Minotaur #5
"Good girl, mouse. Such a good girl." The praise lights me up.
His fingers gently caress my throat, stroking in a downward motion, as if to indicate how deep he intends to bury his cock.
My jaw gets sore, tears still leaking from my eyes, but as I let him work himself in and out of my mouth, I close my eyes, take a deep breath through my nose and try to remember how I got here.
The loneliness. The name-calling. The constant need for control.
I've felt so alone in all aspects of my life. At work, at home. No social life.
What the office gossip would be if they could see me now.
Zair is here, fucking my throat, and all I can think is, fuck them.
My anger—at myself, at the world—helps me fight through the discomfort.
My already aching jaw spreads open wide, and Zair huffs in appreciation.
I decide I want to please him, to take advantage and make someone else feel good for once, so, steeling my nerves, I relax my throat and work my tongue against his shaft as he pumps.
It's choking me, like he promised. I have to breathe through my nose. I feel every thick inch of him invade my mouth, my throat, shoving in and out without a care for my comfort. The flat, blunt head hits the back of my throat like a battering ram.
"That's so good. Such a good girl, just like that. Now, open your throat a little more." Without waiting for me to be ready, he pushes in deeper. I gag, but my mouth reflexively tightening around him only makes him grunt and thrust deeper. Faster.
Before I know it, he's fucking me, and I can barely breathe through it. But it leaves little time to overthink, too. My hands come to his thighs, and I hold on for dear life while he fucks me harder. I'm gagging, crying, spit spilling out of my mouth while he grunts and takes me forcefully.
"You're going to swallow my cum, little mouse. I'm going to fill your belly with my seed, and you're going to shut the fuck up and take it," he huffs and pumps faster. I cry and squeeze his legs. I remember absently that I could end all this with a pinch of his thigh.
But I want it too. I can't explain why. My fingers curl around the backs of his tree-trunk thighs, fingertips digging into his flexing ass cheeks. To encourage him, or to hold on for dear life, I don't know.
He grunts, then his thrusts become erratic.
Wild. "Oh fuck. Oh, fuck, yes. That's it, little mouse.
Take it. Take it!" He comes with a roar.
I hear it first, the rumble deep in his chest. That growl shakes my core, shakes the bed and the table.
His ass clenches tight in my hands, and then I feel it.
His cum spills down my throat, and Zair bellows out.
He's so deep I can't even taste it, but I feel the warmth spraying, coating inside me.
With a shudder, his cum slows to a trickle, cock softening only slightly, before he pulls out.
I start coughing the moment he releases me, and Zair surprises me by cooing praise, gently stroking my throat.
It feels raw and burned, but the praise comforts me.
He licks the tears from my cheeks, his long, textured tongue lapping up my pain.
The vibrations coming from his chest rattle my heart, calming me into submission.
"That was so good, mouse. You took me so well."
I'm still shaking from the adrenaline, the intensity, the still empty, aching need in my pussy. From the cold, since I'm almost completely naked, and this giant minotaur just broke into my apartment, stripped me naked, then throat-fucked me.
And I want him to lick my tears again, because that may have been the best part of it all.
Zair gets up off the bed, and I lie there, stunned, unsure what to do next, when he returns with a glass of water from the kitchen. Leaning beside me, he strokes the back of his hand over my cheek reverently. The move confuses me.
"Drink, mouse. You deserve it."
I sniffle and try to sit up. He helps me, and I'm glad we're taking a break. Tentatively, I take the water and swallow a hefty gulp. The water burns my bruised throat, and I cough it back up, but try again. Eventually, the cool water soothes, and I finish the glass.
"That was… very good. You aren't what I was expecting," he hums, almost to himself.
I can see Zair better now. My eyes have adapted to the dark room, the light from the streets, the shadows lifting their darkness, offering a better view.
He's strange-looking. So monstrous, yet so human.
A little of both. His skin beneath the fur appears dark brown, horns a light pewter grey. The gold ring in his nose gleams.
I try to be brave. To power through. But Zair can tell I'm struggling. "You can speak, Calista," he says softly.
My eyes widen in surprise. "Are we... I mean, can we break the scene for a second?"
"Of course. Safe word?"
"Lolipop."
Zair smiles. It's so disarming to go from the feral beast who broke in and rammed me, to this sweet, affectionate lover. "Good girl. Always use it if you need it. Are you alright, though?" His finger trails my throat again. I shiver beneath his touch.
And all that fear and pain, the worry, the panic... it all fades away. Not because we've broken the scene, but because I realize I had control the entire time. I still do. He proves it by asking if I'd like more water, and can he get me anything else?
I shake my head no.
My adrenaline is crashing, but I don't want it to fade completely. I also never want this to end, but I don't know what to do with that feeling, because it will. Too quickly, this will all be over, and I'll go back to reality.
Cooking for one. The last person to leave the office. Order and cleanliness and proper attire.
This Calista—the naked, filthy one, who craves darkness and is desperate for more—she only has tonight. And I need to make the most of it.
So, I set the glass on my bedside table and turn to him.
"I'm ready."
"Are you sure? You can have a few minutes, whatever you need—"
"I'm sure," I say confidently. He nods once, eyes sparkling like he's proud of me.
"Good girl." Then grabs me and shoves me down onto the mattress, grips my bralette and tears it in half. I make a sound of dissent because he ruined yet another piece of expensive clothing, but Zair growls, then pinches both my nipples, twisting them hard.
I cry out in pain. "Ow! Oh, fuck!"
He laughs darkly, then taps my cheek lightly.
"Time to be quiet, little mouse." His thumbs graze over my nipples so gently, stimulating the tips into hard peaks before he pinches again.
The contrast makes me moan, and I try to squeeze my legs together, but again, he's anchored his enormous body between them, and I get no relief.
"Hmm," Zair hums, still caressing, then squeezing my tits. "How to keep my little human mouse from reporting me to the authorities as soon as I leave... Have you ever had someone break in before? You may answer."
"No," I say, though it sounds more like a whine.
"Perhaps I'll tell all my friends, the woman in the penthouse apartment at 2262 Elmwood, will let you break into her apartment and steal all her fine material things as long as you make her come first. Would you like that little mouse?
Will you keep your mouth shut if I make you come?
Would you let a train of minotaurs come in here and wreck your pretty human cunt? "
"Yes!" I cry out while he drags his thumb and the tip of his sharp claw from my nipple down to my belly button. I try to lift my pelvis, but he's pinned me in place.
Zair laughs. "I figured. You are a dirty little slut. I knew it when I saw you at the market today. Did you know I followed you? Cased you out? Had to make sure you were all alone. That no one would come to your aid when I broke in and stole this pussy for myself."
His words hit too close to home. The ache between my legs and the loneliness in my heart build that rage again. It fires up my blood, and I try to buck my hips up, to fight back.
"Fuck you!" I snarl.
"All alone..." He muses, ignoring my anger. Then his thumb finally dips lower and grazes my clit. Softly—so softly I can barely feel it, and I practically scream when he moves it away.
"Please!" I cry. "Fuck, please! I'm sorry, just please make me c—"
Slap! It surprises me at first, and I snap my mouth shut. Then he spreads my pussy open with one hand and slaps again.
"Ahhh!"
"I told you to be quiet, mouse. Time for punishment."
I brace for pain. But what he does is much worse.
Keeping my pussy spread open, he exposes my clit, the most sensitive part of the pearl, a little bundle of nerve endings, and with his other finger, he barely touches it, lightly flicking it back and forth.
It's not enough. It feels so good, but it's muted.
Like the nerves are underwater. He blows on my clit and ever-so-gently touches it, offering zero friction.
Not enough, not enough. I buck my hips and cry, begging for more, not caring that I'm disobeying. Zair keeps flicking, keeping the pleasure to the barest minimum. I start crying.
I'm so horny it fucking hurts.
"You are dripping wet, mouse." One finger barely dips into my pussy, slathering my slick around, like he's playing in a puddle.
"Please," I sob. I'm so close to using my safe word just so I can get myself off. Zair releases me and climbs off the bed, and my hands fly to my pussy, but he snatches my wrists so fast I don't even get to touch myself.