CHAPTER#75

No longer supported by her pubic bone, her body began a slow descent, powered by gravity alone. Beth fought the urge to cry out, knowing that she would tense up and ruin the process. It was a sensation she needed to allow, that powerful fullness that wedged its way inside her and caused all of her thoughts to go astray.

Asterion flexed, and her whole body lifted slightly. When he released, she sank even deeper.

Her cries echoed off of the rock walls, bouncing back and forth until it was soaked up by the mist. With every inch that slowly sank into her, she could feel the world around her melt away, gobbled up by her desire. It wasn't just the sheer size of the cock inside of her that drove the reaction—it was the scruffy hair on Asterion's arms, the animal grunts that came from his lips, the sheer insanity of being fucked by a minotaur in the first place. It was so many late night solo fantasies now being fulfilled, the realization that magic was real and she had stepped fully into it's world, oh god, he was so deep inside of her now.

She let go of his neck and tried to grab one of his horns, missing a few times before she finally got her hand around it. It wasn't just the thrill of grabbing that sacred part of him, a part nobody else could touch, but the fact that she could now lift herself back up and experience the sensation of sinking down on his massive cock all over again.

Asterion was a beast bred and built for killing, his legend steeped in blood and violence. Yet the gentleness he exhibited in allowing her to please herself, his ability to stand perfectly still while penetrating her to the very center of her being without devolving into animal lust, spoke volumes about the depths of his soul.

He shifted his hand to her waist, helping to support her weight. She was gasping for air now, letting out her breath every time he sank into her, then pulling herself back up and breathing in once she no longer felt so full. She had wrapped her legs around his thighs, trying hard to maintain her composure, but with every passing minute, she grew closer to an orgasm.

"Let me down," she told him in between breaths, and he knelt, his cock still buried inside of her. She no longer trusted her own movements and didn't feel like jabbing herself in the uterus. Shaking, she turned them both toward a rock formation that allowed her to lean forward and support her weight with her hands.

Once she got herself positioned, she reached back and grabbed his cock, squeezing it as hard as she could. He let out a grunt and slowly pushed himself back inside of her.

Would he be as gentle too?

She imagined human hands on her hips, thought about what it would be like to let Mike have his way with her. Sure, his cock was large, but nowhere near the size she was accommodating right now. What sort of tricks had he picked up from the women at the house?

Stop it.

It made no sense to be fantasizing about him right now, and she cast him away once more. Asterion had picked up his pace, and she used the flesh of her palm to tease herself while his cock slid through her fingers. The throbbing in her pussy matched pace with his thrusts, and she briefly wondered if their hearts were now somehow in sync.

She came long before the minotaur did, and he kept fucking her the entire time. Her hand slapped at the rocks, pulled at her breast, and then finally settled back on his shaft. She laid flat against the stone beneath her, content to stare out toward the jungle while Asterion pushed himself into her. His grunts became snorts, like a horse racing across the prairie, and before too long, she felt a thick load of come pumping through his shaft before blasting her insides with his seed.

Asterion threw back his head and let out a loud, bestial howl, his lust finally sated. She imagined it was the same noise he would make right after beheading a foe or tossing someone into a pit trap. The thought made her shiver in delight, and she gave him plenty of time to bask in his own orgasm. Minutes passed them by, the falling water just loud enough to mute their heavy breaths.

He softened inside of her and stepped back. The inevitable flood of warmth ran down her legs and she couldn't help but smile, watching his semen pool on the rocks below. It didn't matter where they went, they always made some kind of mess.

Asterion let out a rumble and put his arm around her shoulders, hugging her from behind. She leaned into it, enjoying the warmth of his body once more.

"We should be getting back soon," he told her, his voice breaking the mood. "The Labyrinth is unguarded."

"Yeah, you're right." She pulled away from him and adjusted her skirt. Asterion picked up his axe and they almost left when Beth remembered that her panties were still in the pond somewhere.

The water was only a couple of feet deep, and she held up her skirt while wading out. She spotted a glimmer of white and managed to pick them up with her foot, wringing them out. She debated putting them on, but didn't relish the idea of wet underwear drying against her butt.

A flash of movement caught her attention, and she looked up to see that the light of the sun was just right that the falling sheet of water was now like a mirror. Her own image regarded her from the middle of the pond before tossing the panties back in the water and dashing to the edge of the pool.

What in the actual fuck? Her reflection lifted her skirt and cocked her butt out to give it a wiggle, then reached up and pulled down a cord from out of nowhere. She lowered it to the ground, a window shade appearing from out of nowhere. When it released, Beth's reflection was gone.