Chapter 2 #2
“Oh, mmm!” she hummed in delight as she shifted her hips, causing the huge shaft inside her to twitch and throb—at least that was what I imagined it was doing as I watched the outline against her flat lower abdomen.
“Careful, my lady!” the Minotaur snorted. “If you don’t want me coming inside you, you’d best not wiggle like that!”
“I’ll do as I please and you just have to lay there and take it!” Mirabella snapped bossily. And she began to raise and lower herself, her lean thighs tensing as she slid the huge cock in and out of her tightly-stretched pussy.
“Fuuuuuck!” The word was somewhere between a groan and a snort. “I can’t take much more, my lady!”
“You’ll have to,” Mirabella told him. “Be still and shut up—you’re here for my pleasure and I’ll ride you if I wish.” And with that, she reached behind her and began playing with the massive set of balls that were bulging just under the Minotaur’s cock.
But this seemed to be too much for him. With an angry snort, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off him. I had only a moment to see his long thick shaft, throbbing angrily and all shiny with her juices, before he pushed Mirabella to her hands and knees and got behind her.
“Oh, what are you doing?” she gasped, but she didn’t seem to be trying to get away. She gripped the thick grass and spread her thighs wider, tilting her hips up as though to offer her pussy—which was all shiny and pink and open from taking such a huge cock in it.
The Minotaur wasted no time in mounting her. Gripping one of her narrow hips, he took his shaft in the other hand and fed it into the mouth of her cunt once more—and he wasn’t gentle about it. He shoved it in her hard, forcing a cry from Mirabella’s slender throat.
“Oh, don’t be so rough!” she gasped, but I could tell she was enjoying herself by the way she backed to meet him.
The Minotaur gripped her hips and rutted into her—there is no other word to describe it.
I saw her belly bulging again as he thrust deep and pulled out, only to thrust in again.
The forest filled with the slap-slap-slap sound of their bodies meeting over and over and Mirabella moaned and tore up great swatches of grass as she backed and bucked on his massive shaft.
His heavy balls swayed, slapping against the pink bud of her clitty, clearly adding to her pleasure.
“Don’t come in me!” she begged, even as she seemed to be doing everything she could to make his snake spit inside her. “Don’t do it—you’ll change the color of my eyes!”
“Maybe you deserve to have your eyes changed! Little tease!” the Minotaur snorted. He was plowing into her now—so roughly it made me wince. But at the same time, I felt a wet warmth between my own thighs.
Why should watching this make me feel so strange, I wondered? Why should it make my nipples feel tight and my pussy feel wet?
“Oh, oh, oh!” Mirabella moaned, finally giving up all pretense. “Oh fuck me harder, you beast!” she cried. “Rut in me! Breed me!”
The Minotaur only snorted and fucked her harder. I had once seen a cow being mounted by a bull—I was reminded of that now. Only Mirabella was so dainty and delicate—it seemed wrong for such a huge male to take her this way.
She was no longer begging him not to come in her, though.
Instead she gasped and cried and pushed back to impale herself on his thick length.
Her tight slit stretched wide around his girth and her tiny, teacup sized breasts jiggled, their tight pink nipples—no bigger than fairy flowers—swayed with the violent motion of the Minotaur’s deep thrusts.
I found that my hand had strayed to the place between my thighs that throbbed and ached. It slipped between my robes, and I cupped myself, finding the slippery slit of my pussy.
I had often touched myself when I had my own room.
It was forbidden, of course, but I reasoned that no one—not even the Goddess—could see me in that tiny little closet where my cot was crammed.
But since moving to the dorms, I had stopped myself.
It had been months—years, even—since I had indulged in self-pleasure.
I had done my best to put it out of my mind and hide the lusts and desires I had once felt.
I shouldn’t do this, I told myself. It was wrong—I shouldn’t even be watching Mirabella and the Minotaur—let alone touching myself as I did. What I was seeing was sacrilege—it was defilement. Even if the huge beast didn’t fill her with his cum, how could she claim to be pure after this?
But he did fill her with his cum. For while I stroked my clitty, my eyes glued to the two of them, he gripped her narrow hips in both hands and thrust as deep as he could.
I saw her belly bulge and then he was snorting as his balls drew tight and I saw the base of his shaft pulsing over and over and over again.
“Oh, you’re shooting in me!” Mirabella moaned, but she didn’t try to pull away. In fact, it looked to me as though she was pushing back to take even more of him inside. “Oh, you’re changing the color of my eyes!”
And indeed, as I watched, she turned her head for a moment and I saw that her eyes had gone pure, poison-green—a sure sign of the loss of virginity in any Fae.
Meanwhile, the Minotaur had plowed her so thoroughly and shot so much of his cum in her that I could see it leaking out around the edges of her tightly-stretched pussy.
Creamy white rivulets were sliding down her inner thighs as she moaned and gasped in pleasure.
“There—maybe that taught you a lesson,” the Minotaur grumbled, pulling out of her at last. As he pulled his massive cock free of her sucking pussy, a gush of cream followed and I could see how thoroughly he had fucked and taken her.
“Oh, see what you’ve done to me!” Mirabella moaned. From the pocket of her discarded robe, she’d pulled a tiny mirror and was examining her eyes. “You wicked male! How could you?”
“You asked for it!” he growled and got to his feet, fastening his trousers. “Little elf slut,” he added and left her there, kneeling in the grass with her new green eyes shiny with tears.
My lust dried up at once as I took in Mirabella’s plight. I hastily withdrew my hand from inside my robes and wiped it clean on some rushes. All I could think was that she was ruined now—defiled. I wanted to help her—I wanted to ease her pain.
This is where I made my mistake. Instead of staying hidden in the rushes, I rose and came to her.
“Mirabella?” I asked softly. “Are you all right? Can I…can I help you?”
She looked up and the tears that had filled her eyes were immediately replaced by rage.
“You little shit!” she snarled, glaring up at me. “How dare you spy on me?”
“I wasn’t spying!” I protested, taken aback by her sudden change of mood. I had thought to help her dress and hold her while she cried. Now I found myself confronted with her anger, I wasn’t sure what to do.
“You were—you spied on me and watched what that wicked Minotaur did to me!” she accused me. “Well, it wasn’t my fault! He took me against my will!”
“I…I…” I had no words. I didn’t dare to say it was a lie—that I had seen the whole thing—how she had mounted the Minotaur long before he mounted her.
“You’d better not say a word about this!” She pointed one trembling finger at me, her green eyes narrowed in rage.
“Of course not,” I managed to get out at last. “But…but the Priestess-Sisters will know. Your eyes—”
“Oh, that’s easily fixed.”
She reached into the pocket of her robe again and pulled out a small golden vial. Opening it, she held it above her right eye and squeezed. A drop of shimmering clear liquid fell into her eye and she blinked and hissed.
“Damn, that stings!”
But though it seemed to hurt her, she put a second drop in her left eye. Then she blinked and looked at me, a triumphant smirk on her pretty face.
“There now—no one will ever know.”
I stared at her in amazement—her eyes were no longer poison green. They had gone the pure, sky blue again of a true Fae virgin.
“How…but how…?” I couldn’t even finish the question.
“Magic, of course.” She sniffed at me. “Pure High Fae magic—something a little half-breed like you wouldn’t know anything about.
” She pointed a finger at me. “And you’re not going to say anything about it—or tell anyone what that awful Minotaur did to me, either.
If you do, I swear I’ll make you sorry!”
I wanted to refuse to keep her secret. After all, she was defiling the temple of the Goddess with her lies!
But if I went to one of the Sisters, what could I say?
That I had seen Mirabella fucking a Minotaur and that she had magic to change the color of her eyes?
It was a grave accusation and how could I prove it?
All she had to do was hide the golden vial with the magical eye drops in it and look innocent—which she was very good at doing.
Feeling that my hands were tied, I nodded reluctantly.
“I won’t say anything,” I told her.
“No, you won’t.” She glared at me. “Spying little bitch. I’ll make you sorry if you breathe so much as a single word!”
And that was that…or so I thought.