Page 43 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs
I move forward and back, taking him slowly inside me and clenching before I release him and slide off. His soft groan rises, becoming a series of deep, needy groans mixed with the occasional rumbly snarl. He brings both hands to my hips and digs his big fingers into my skin.
He’s hot, ready to come, ready to go wild.
“Not yet,” I whisper, marveling at how it feels to be so impossibly full of a cock that would split other women in two.He’s long and thick, and that magical tip arcs and flexes inside me, dragging pleasure from the depths to build and swirl around him.
He roars, fighting the magic that binds his agency. Thralls smash into the ward, sending shimmering green rings radiating outward from where they hit. My power rises and sparks inside me in response to the danger and Manorin’s barely restrained power.
Focusing, I snap the mental threads of my power, unleashing him.
He falls forward over my back, bringing his left arm around me to cup my breast, pinching the nipple. His muzzle comes to the back of my shoulder, where he nips and bites at my skin.
“Damnit, Sunshine. You nearly had me undone. I was seconds away from filling this perfect little pussy with gallons of cum. You ready for it?”
There’s nothing in this world like Manorin’s ability to talk me into an orgasm.
“Take what you want,” I offer, curving against his far larger frame as I grind against him.
A rumbling growl is my only answer as he draws my hands behind my back, holding them captured in one of his. With his free hand, he lifts my torso, his cock nestled between us. It throbs against the cleft of my ass, dripping sticky precum onto my back as I wiggle my hips, desperate to feel him inside of me again.
“You can hold a horn for leverage,” he says. “Just one. I want your other hand back here, my little forest maiden.”
Reaching up, I grip a horn. Manorin brings one hand beneath my right arm, and the other guides his cock to my channel, pressing the spongy tip to me. I moan at how delicious it feels that he’s so sticky, so wet, so ready for me.
I clench on nothing as I tighten my grip on the crook of his horn. Once I’ve got a hold of it, he brings a hand to my hair andwraps it around his fist, holding me taut. The knowledge that I’m about to be absolutely ravished has me preening in anticipation.
Behind me, though, he waits, teasing me with the hint of that perfect, huge cock.
“Nor,” I growl, eyes flashing golden even though he can’t see them.
“Quiet, woman,” he commands, “I’m in control now.”
A moan is my only answer to that, but it cuts off, becoming a strangled scream when he snaps his hips and fills me with a single, hard thrust. His shaft is blissfully hard and hot, the thick rings of flesh at each juncture rubbing on all those extra-sensitive places. Inside me, it kicks and flexes, sending washes of heat through me as goose flesh peppers my skin.
He’s still for just a moment, allowing me to adjust as I tighten and loosen around him, my power basking in what only he can give me. He’s familiar and new all at the same time, this hot, hard male at my back.
But conscious thought slips away as he fists my hair tighter and bucks his hips again, driving me off his cock and yanking me back down. I grip his horn harder as pleas fall from my lips: “Oh god, Nor, harder, please.”
He drags my head to the side and bites my neck, sharp fangs poking into my skin and bringing a fresh wave of honey to soak his cock. “I said quiet, little forest maiden. I want you ravaged, unable to stop the onslaught of this enormous, feral male who came upon you. Do you understand?” When I don’t answer, he bites harder, and I squirm, fighting off an orgasm that’s going to destroy me. I know it will.
When he twists my hair, pain joining the pleasure, I cry out, “Yes, Manorin! Gods, please!”
“Not a god,” he growls into my skin. “A monster.” He thrusts again, dragging me off him and right back on, until I’m lost to the sensation of being filled and then left empty.
Mere moments later, bliss hits me, and I erupt, shockwaves of energy and pleasure radiating as I scream into the quiet of the forest. Nor claps a hand over my mouth as he fucks me, a devious chuckle his answer to my bliss. But I want him coming with me. When I clench around him, stroking his cock with my pussy, his chuckle abruptly cuts off.
Moments later, his thrusting goes harder, ragged, as he grunts against my neck. I clench harder, even as waves of ecstasy reduce me to a mindless being of pure sensation.
Nor gasps, tenses, then he roars so hard, the ground beneath us shakes. His hips snap against me furiously, almost bruising, sparking a second orgasm as I cling to his horn and beg for dear life.
When the fire fades, he sinks onto his haunches and holds me back to his heaving chest. Nuzzling my neck, he groans as he holds me steady, limp. I’m blissed out and sated, and I don’t think we ever had sex that good even when we were younger.
“That was?—”
“Extraordinary,” he finishes. “Mind-blowing. The way you take me, little maiden.” He chuckles as he snuffles against my neck and licks at the bites from earlier. “Let’s do it again.”
Manorin strokes my cheek, our legs tangled together as my chest heaves. Aftershocks from yet another of the strongest orgasms I’ve had in centuries roll through my system, my back arching as I press my breasts skyward. More, more, more. Now that he’s opened those floodgates, I won’t be sated.
Manorin chuckles, bending over to take a breast into his mouth. He sucks and pulls at my nipple, a needy whine falling from me as I squirm. The tiny hairs on his muzzle tickle me, even as I seek more of his touch.
