Page 5 of The Shadow & the King
"Now, be a good boy and get on the floor."
Basilious' cock hardened even further at her words. He moved immediately to obey, the relief he felt at being told what to do by this magnificent woman overwhelming his senses.
He knelt before her then, his cock obviously hard in his thin linen pants, and looked up into her perfect face. He waited for her instructions like his life depended on them.
"Keep your hands to yourself, alright pet?" Basil nodded.
She stood so close to him as she began to undress. First her lightweight black cloak, then her fitted black shirt. She wore a tight camisole underneath, and Basilious could see her hardened nipples through the thin fabric. The garment clung to her full waist, and Basilious desperately wanted to touch her, to run his hands over every inch of her to feel her softness. But he would be good for her; he wanted to obey.
She watched him like a predator would watch prey. He was certain she would be aware of every time his pulse spiked; he loved the idea that she could read him so well.
She grabbed the bottom edge of the camisole and pulled it up over her head, revealing the full expanse of her lovely cool skin. Her generous breasts rose and fell with her breaths, her perfect rosy nipples pert. Gods she was so beautiful.
Her eyes met his as her fingers found the lacesof her fitted pants. She deftly loosened them, and pushed them down over her hips. They gathered around her thighs, and she paused.
"Pull these the rest of the way down for me, pet."
Basilious moved to comply without hesitation. The first brush of his fingers against her lush thighs was life changing. He wanted to luxuriate in the feeling, but he forced himself to focus on following her instructions. He gathered the fabric in his hands and slid it the rest of the way down her legs, holding them still as she stepped out.
He looked back up at her, and only a thin shred of black lace was left on her body.
"Take these off with your teeth," she commanded.
Basilious thought perhaps he was the luckiest creature in Domhan na Rùin. He leaned in, nuzzling the crook of her hip gently, the feel of her skin against his nose heavenly. He bit down on the band of her lace panties and pulled them slowly down until they fell around her ankles.
Fully bare before him, she paused and let him look his fill. And look he did. After a long moment, she stepped over to sit in his chair. The sight of her, naked and magnificent, nearly had him finishing, but he took a steadying breath and kept himself together.
She spread her legs, revealing her perfect dark pink cunt. It glistened in the firelight with her arousal.
"Now touch yourself, pet. Look at me and imagine what it would feel like to bury that massive cock inside me."
Basilious felt the muscles in his lower back tighten, but he took a deep breath before pushing his pants down around his thighs and wrapping his hand around his cock. She kept eye contact with him as he began stroking himself, the corner of her mouth tipping up just a hint in a satisfied smile.
"Tell me what you're thinking, pet," she whispered as she snaked her hand down her body and slipped her fingers between herthighs.
"I am thinking how desperately I want to taste you, how I want to feel your cunt clenching around my tongue as it's buried inside you. I am wondering if you could take all of my cock, thinking of how it would stretch you, how I would fill you…" he trailed off as his release overwhelmed him. He moaned as he came, and Lunette watched intently as he spilled on the wood floor at her feet.
After a moment, she removed her fingers from her cunt and leaned toward him. "Be a dear and clean my fingers up for me." He took her fingers in his mouth and moaned again at the taste of her. This moment was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced, and he was struck by a deep feeling of rightness at the taste of her. Lunette tasted like all his hopes and dreams, everything he thought he'd never have. He felt tears prick his eyes unbidden, and he knew immediately that he'd imprinted on her.
Minotaurs didn't have any sort of predestined mate like the Tuanadair of Beitar, but they did have mate bonds. They just got to choose, to a certain extent. Sometimes their bodies chose for them, when they wanted someone subconsciously. The fact that Basil had just imprinted on Lunette was… he didn't know what to feel. He wanted her, but he barely knew her. He didn't even know if he'd see her again after tonight. She could try to kill him again in five minutes for all he knew.
Lunette pulled her fingers from his mouth and leaned back in the chair.
"Where did you go, pet? You weren't here with me for a moment."
Basil smiled nervously and glanced away. "I'm sorry, this has just been… overwhelming in a good way."
Lunette smiled at him then, not the sultry, satisfied smugness of before, but a kind, genuine smile. He thought he might melt right into the ground.
Lunette rose from the chair and began to get dressed. Basilwatched, still kneeling on the ground, before he realized he ought to clean up his mess. He adjusted his pants and stood, but Lunette caught his wrist as he was turning away to find a towel.
"I think…I'll try to kill you again tomorrow. If that's alright?" Lunette asked.
Basil smiled at her and nodded. "Tomorrow, then."
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LUNETTE
