Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I grin in response and lift my hips in rhythm with the minotaur’s thrusting finger.
“I must taste her,” the minotaur says with a desperate groan. He drops to his knees and lowers his head, hooking his horns beneath my legs and raising them high. I clench down on his fingers as he withdraws them, mewling in disappointment, but he replaces them quickly with a fat, rough tongue. It rasps over my clit and sweeps down, burrowing into my cunt with enough length to still press against my aching pearl.
It’s incredible.
I tug at my chains, frustrated that I can’t grab onto those horns and ride his mouth as his tongue twists back and forth, filling me as deeply as any cock could. It’s so different, though, curling and lapping at my inner walls until I strain and sweat and drum my chained heels against the back of his neck. My movement is limited; all I can do is hump my hips and babble pleas to keep going, to never stop, to make me come.
Arcus leans over and takes my nipple into his mouth, drawing upon it while he pinches and rolls the other. My wickedness consumes me, and I meet his eyes, willing him to see the lust in my own. I gave him a satisfying performance in this throne room before. Tonight, I’ll give him one he’ll never forget.
The minotaur’s breath chugs hot against my belly as he feasts on my dripping center, speeding up as my cries of pleasure quicken and ascend. The thrusts of the minotaur’s tongue are faster, the rough brush against my clit unbearably sensitive. My body tightens and convulses, and I shout to bring down the ceiling as I come under his mouth.
He slurps and groans, his huge hands holding my hips so that I can’t move away to seek relief from the now overwhelming sensation.
“He’s not finished with you until he decides he’s finished with you,” Arcus warns.
And I think to myself, Oh, no! Anything but that!
It’s all I can do to keep from laughing.
I’m not quite as merry about things when I’ve suffered through my fourth orgasm beneath the unrelenting onslaught of the creature’s tongue. His saliva and my own uncontrollable bursts of wetness run down my ass and pool on the table beneath me. My hair is damp at the roots with sweat by the time the beast finally rises and wipes his shining snout.
“She tastes incredible. Would you like to try?” he asks, out of breath and with what I suspect is a terribly strained tongue.
Arcus shakes his head. “Another time. You deserve to fuck her. I suspect you need to, quite badly.”
The minotaur gives a nod. His ridiculously long cock is hard enough to stand up on its own now, and it drips long strands of fluid. He takes the base in his hand, uses another halfway down, and backs up to align us.
Whatever magic Arcus has used, it had better work, or Luthian will have to complete his plan on his own.
The head of the minotaur’s cock is tapered, so the tip slides in easily, but it’s soon clear that his width is more impressive that it looks. I gasp as he stretches me. He has to take steps forward to feed more of his monstrous organ inside, but to my disbelief, I feel no pain, no trouble at all taking him in.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I pant as my cunt swallows more and more of the minotaur’s shaft. “Thank you!”
He chuckles. “Are you this shameless for your mate?”
“I’m this shameless, always.” My breath catches as the minotaur’s body finally reaches mine. I’ve never been stuffed so full, so deeply, and the fact that it’s at all possible is a stunning work of magic I would never have imagined.
The minotaur lets out a long groan. “Arcus, you are a friend indeed, to share this with me. She’s...”
“The best cunt you’ve ever had?” Arcus sounds dismayed to admit it. “While I would love to find fault with Luthian’s skill in creating these exquisite creatures of lust, he’s yet to disappoint me. I forgot how much I enjoyed having him at court.”
“But this one is surely the best.” The minotaur’s voice is tight. “I would stay in her all night, if I could.”
“By all means, spend in her,” Arcus offers graciously. “I know you’ll be able to please me after.”
Being spoken of as though I’m simply an object spikes my arousal higher. “Oh, yes, please,” I beg, barely exaggerating my breathlessness. “Use me for your pleasure.”
Arcus laughs. “Look how hungry she is for you. How willing she is to debase herself for us.”
“Any time you wish, Your Majesty. My body is yours to use—” I can’t finish because the Minotaur withdraws. Not all the way, but a considerable length that drags slowly over every sensitive furrow. He thrusts forward again, and my eyes roll back in my head.