CHAPTER#69

"Well, friends are, um," it was Beth's turn to think. "You see, friends are nice to each other because they like each other. Have you ever liked someone before?"

"I like the Lady." Asterion nodded, pleased that he had an answer.

"And does the Lady like you?"

"Hmm." Asterion's brow furrowed again, and Beth did her best not to sigh out loud. She sat patiently next to him while he pondered the question.

"Maybe." Asterion frowned. "The Lady isn't mean to me. And she talks to me sometimes, but only to tell me what to do. So I don't know if she likes me."

"Well, I like you." Beth patted him reassuringly on his massive thigh. The muscles in his leg were rock hard, and Asterion looked at where she had placed his hand, a strange look crossing his face. "And if you like me too, then we can be friends!"

"I see." Asterion contemplated Beth's hand for several seconds. "So friends like each other."

"That's one thing that friends do." She gave his thigh a friendly squeeze. "Some other things that they do is keep each other company, and help each other when they need it."

"Friends help each other." Asterion mulled this over. Beth let him, knowing that her attempts at diplomacy hinged on being patient. The minotaur really didn't seem like a bad person to her, but she could see his axe from here, and had no desire to find out first hand just how sharp it was. "So if we are friends, we would help each other?"

"Only if we want to," Beth added. "For example, I wouldn't tell you to help me find my way out of the Labyrinth. I would tell you that I wanted help, and it would be your choice." She stroked his leg, feeling how the different muscles in his thigh felt like braided steel beneath his skin. She felt a twinge in her own thighs, and did her best to maintain eye contact with him. "And if you asked me for help, I would decide if it was something I could help you with."

"Hmm." Asterion vanished into his thoughts. Beth kept rubbing his leg, her fingertips sliding towards his inner thigh. With each gentle stroke, she explored his leg just a little farther, unable to help herself. The skin of his body was the same brown color as his head, and his body was covered in a very fine, short cut hair, and it made her think once more of that old Dracula movie, and the fur covered beast fucking that girl in the gardens that were just like a maze...

Beth grinned, trying to ignore the tightening sensation that started in her pelvis, generating a rush of heat that radiated out through her legs. Her clothes were still slightly damp, but the temperature in her panties was slowly climbing. She shifted her weight on the stone block, immediately aware of the sensation of her panties dragging ever so slightly across her clitoris which had emerged from hiding.

Asterion sniffed the air, then sucked in a lungful of air. His lips curled into a grin.

"Do you need help, Beth?"

"I do need help, yes." Beth stood up. "With a couple of things, if you don't mind."

"I want to help you." Asterion took a step toward her, a large grin on his bull face. "And you can help me too."

"Help with what?" Beth's eyes fell to his loincloth. It no longer hung casually, but had lifted several inches in the air, Asterion's massive cock hiding just beneath the thin fabric. Beth was going to say no, to explain that they were in a hurry, but her mind went back to her time with Oliver, to every time she had backed herself onto the Delightful Dragon, and even to the time she had made a reluctant boyfriend wear an extender while dressed as a werewolf.

In front of her was something real, an experience waiting to be had, to be claimed and conquered. Asterion moved closer, and a wave of musk rolled over Beth. A storm was forming somewhere in her gut, lightning crawling up and down her spine when Asterion stepped closer to gently touch one of her breasts.

"I want to see it," Beth said, and Asterion quickly obliged. With a tug on some strings, he tossed away the loincloth, revealing his cock. The skin was almost black, and his body hair stopped at the base of his shaft. The head of his cock was shaped like a sideways hourglass, narrowing to a point the size of her pinky.

"Holy shit." Beth stared at the massive member in awe.

"You need to breed." Asterion placed his hands on her waist. "You are in heat."

"Something like that." Beth spit on her hand, using it to rub the thick shaft. Would this even fit in her? She almost laughed.

She would make it fit.

Asterion watched her stroking his shaft, unaware that her ministrations were more than just an attempt to get him hard. With each stroke, Beth was taking in the smoothness of his shaft, feeling the powerful pulse of flowing blood through his genitals, contemplating the size of his balls and wondering if she would feel them slamming against her ass as he fucked her. No, she was analyzing him, thinking of the best way to make it happen.

Asterion made a low, rumbling sound in his throat. Beth smiled at him, planting a tiny kiss on the head of his penis.

"Do you like that?" She asked him. He nodded, watching her continue. Beth was using both hands stacked on top of each other with plenty of room left. At the base of his cock, she couldn't even get her fingers to touch her thumb due to how thick he was. She kept tugging on him, his cock leaking little spurts of fluid onto her hand and providing extra lubrication. She did this for several minutes, her pulse throbbing hard enough that she could feel it in her labia.