The Minotaur #10
And when I open my chest and take a deep breath, unleashing the first note of my gourah, I send the vibrations directly into her clit and she cries out and nearly bucks off the bed.
I hum and concentrate on that little bundle of nerves at the hood of her pussy, and while the vibrations surge through her sensitive flesh, my lengthy tongue gets back to work and I lap at her sweet, wet slick.
The cleansing really only involves the vibration of my gourah. It's possible to perform on any part of the body. Her hand, a symbol of acceptance. Her head, a symbol of respect. Her pussy, a symbol of affection and lust.
While I feel all of those things for Calista—acceptance for who she is, respect, lust and deep affection—there was really only one way to perform the cleansing on her.
There was no question which part of her I'd choose.
She's shaking more erratically, about to topple over the edge, so I pull away. "Hold on to my horns. You'll need them."
And then I open my bull-faced maw, a stark, beautiful contrast to her tiny little human body, unhinge my jaw fully, and practically swallow Calista's lower half.
Her entire pussy fits in my mouth, my bottom teeth biting into her ass cheeks, top teeth scraping her lower abdomen. I can already taste a trickle of blood.
Minotaur run hotter than humans, so I know how warm it is inside my mouth, and the sharp scrape of my teeth might feel terrifying for her. I could literally eat her, clamp down my teeth and bite her in half.
And she fucking loves it.
"Oh my god, Zair!" she cries out. "Oh my fffuck!"
My gourah is still low, and I'm not even licking her, but she's squirming in my mouth like she's ready to burst. She loves the terror. The safety beneath the fear.
She's let go of my horns as she thrashes, so I reach up and put them back, and in one fluid moment, my gourah vibrates out of my chest, up my throat, out of my unhinged, open mouth and into the very depths of my Calista. She screams and grips my horns tight.
My long, thick tongue spears her pussy, and I begin fucking her relentlessly, letting the texture swell so I can lick and thrash her inner walls.
Encased in the wet heat of my mouth, with my tongue filling her up, the vibrations of my gourah sing, reverberating into her clit. I let it grow louder, deeper, sending vibrations along every single nerve ending inside her, a relentless crash of waves, over and over again.
She squeezes my horns and cries out, heels kicking my shoulders, while the vibrations grow deeper, faster, stronger.
They drive through her entire body in continuous, battering pleasure.
Her pussy quivers, her body quaking so violently, I can taste more blood while she thrashes against my sharp teeth.
My cock is so hard, even the tight strain of my pants feels like a relief.
I pay it no mind, concentrating on Calista, but the tip is leaking, my sensitive shaft finding the smallest bit of release with the friction.
My gourah spreads deeper through her body the longer it carries on. Through her legs, down to her toes. It shakes into her abdomen, her chest, her neck, and when she lets out a scream, I can almost hear my gourah release from her throat, feeding back into me.
My tongue continues to obliterate and spear her pussy, but we're getting close to the peak of my gourah, so I let the intensity swell a notch, as much as she can take.
The vibration escalates to its highest frequency, and finally, it feels as though I'm occupying the depths of my woman, every dark space inside, every part she tries to hide.
It cleanses everything ruinous, bright, beautiful and broken.
She tries to say something, but she can't speak, her teeth are rattling. She's white-knuckling my horns. I take a deep breath, and on my exhale, the hum reaches its highest point and then she explodes.
The gourah-induced pleasure bursts out of every pore, and she feeds it right back into me.
My cock, straining in my pants, receives the smallest feedback of vibration out of her tiny human heart, but it's enough.
She screams, but there's no sound, and I nearly lose the hum when my cock attempts to burrow through my pants into the mattress.
I can't help it, I bite down a little harder.
I can feel everything. We're completely in sync. My fingertips feel pleasure, my eardrums, every tiny, imperceptible piece of me; Calista is floating in the abyss, and I'm her transport. Her body pulls taut, as if she's being exorcized of demons, and she nearly chokes, gasping for air.
My hips thrust just once, the hard, blunt tip of my cock plowing against the mattress. Cum spurts out of me, my sac pulsing and draining as her release, her joy, flutters around me, like she's cocooned us in a barrier and we're locked in an endless feedback loop.
I slide my tongue out of her pussy, teeth drawing back from her abdomen and ass cheeks, and release her lower body. A pool of my saliva tinged pink with blood from where I clamped down with my teeth shines on her soft skin.
My hum is a low, dull vibration now, but I send one last burst, flick my tongue over her clit, and finally, finally, sapped of all restraint, her physical orgasm bursts, and she comes with a guttural scream.
Thrashing beneath me, her sweet cunt floods my mouth, and I drink from her release, oblivious to her heels pounding into my shoulders.
And when her body is limp and sated, both of us transformed, I gently lick her pussy one more time before pulling back.
There's no silence in the wake of the cleansing.
It's all heavy breathing and emotions. I can feel everything.
Her insecurities, her hopes, her fears, her love and excitement, all of it.
I feel the rise and fall of her chest, the beating of her heart.
And she can feel mine, too. We are together, we are one.
She's panting, and even though I told her to stay put, she tugs on my horns, sending another shiver through my body.
I climb onto the bed so she can lay back, though I'm not sure she could move right now if she tried.
I'm quite pleased with my docile human. The heap of her makes me laugh, and she giggles.
I have no words. Neither does she. She shivers, wraps her legs around me and squeezes as tight as she possibly can.
It fills my heart with joy.
"Zair…" she eventually whispers. I lean away so her eyes can meet mine. Lovely, inquisitive, and—finally, truly—relaxed. "I can feel you."
I say nothing, just stare into her watering eyes. Give her space to think, to process. A tear leaks, tracking down her high cheekbone. I watch it move, then lick the salty water.
She swallows and says, "I can feel everything. My heart… My heart feels so full. I can feel you everywhere. Is it… will it always be like this?"
I don't bother explaining the intricacies of minotaur mates. Kink-mates, a sexually inimitable pair, compatible beyond measure. I wondered it when I read her file, suspected it when she snuck out of her bedroom, fearless and fierce and needy.
And I knew for certain, yesterday when she let me fuck her in the ass after an hour of prep, then later insisted we watch some bad reality show on the couch after she demanded takeout from two different restaurants—one had good dumplings, but the other had better noodles.
She's high maintenance and a hot-fucking-mess, but she owns it.
She may not be perfect, but she's perfect for me.
We're just two unlikely lovers ready for a new beginning. Together.
Calista
I can feel everything. Zair's confidence. His affection. He shared something with me that, if I'm reading this connection right, most minotaurs only share with a partner once in their lifetime.
I have no idea what to do with that.
But for once, I'm not tempted to fix it. To analyze it to death. I'm okay just letting him take care of me, to guide us both through whatever's coming. All my insecurities from earlier fade away completely.
I snuggle deeper into Zair's chest. For once, he falls asleep before me, the cleansing ritual taking more out of him than he probably expected. My smile, genuine and so big my cheeks ache, feels ridiculous in this late afternoon sun as my lover naps beside me.
My smile feels unnatural, but welcome. The potential for happiness feels overwhelming.
Being with Zair doesn't fill the void in my life. But I suspect he'll be the catalyst for something greater. I'm starting to realize that giving up control, or sharing it with him, doesn't take mine away; it just leaves room for more.
More everything.