CHAPTER 40

With a skip in her step, Beth headed for her room and let herself into the magic cave in her closet. It didn't take her long to reach the Labyrinth. As she approached, she saw the fairy trio chasing each other around the mirror pool, trying to push each other in.

"Can one of you find Asterion for me?" she asked. For the first time, she realized that the fairies shimmered when she looked at them. Each one was surrounded in a colorful field composed of their unique color. They left spectral trails behind them as they whizzed about her.

"Ooh, you seem different today," said Cerulea. She was blue and had beetle-like features.

"I think she's extra pretty." This was from Carmina. Shaped like a dragonfly, she zipped about, inspecting Beth's face up close with compound eyes. "And she smells good, too."

Olivia, using her long grasshopper legs, bounced up and down next to Beth. "I think it may be feeding time," she announced with glee, then the three of them flew into the Labyrinth, leaving a trail of glitter in the air that slowly descended.

Beth laughed, then straightened out her dress and waited. It took a bit, but the doors of the Labyrinth finally creaked open. Ever since getting knocked off their hinges by the shadow, they didn't fit quite right. They made the entrance look even more ominous.

Asterion stood between the doors, his axe casually held over his shoulder. He took a few steps forward and snorted. The dark fur of his body made it look like he was covered in soot, and he had grown a small patch of fur between his horns that looked suspiciously like a mohawk.

"My friend." He greeted her with a voice that rumbled like an old Harley Davidson. "Have you come to walk the Labyrinth with me?"

"I have." She moved to his side. He held out an arm, and she wrapped her arms around it and clung to him while they walked. "Take a girl somewhere quiet?"

"Hmmm." A smile crossed his face. Though generally slow to process information, this was a task he was well-versed in. Asterion led her through the maze, careful to step around the traps. The fairies, sensing an easy meal, circled them while giggling.

"You seem extra...pretty today," he told her.

"Thank you." She stroked his bicep. It was like trying to squeeze a piece of metal wrapped in leather. "Has Ratu been keeping you busy?"

"Indeed." He took her through a few turns that she didn't recognize, and then they stepped into a room with a pond in the middle. A small island with soft grass had been built in the middle.

"This is new," she told him.

"The lady built it for me," he said, then scooped her up with one arm and walked through the water. It came up to his waist as he crossed. When he set her down on the island, she kicked off her shoes and savored the sensation of the soft blades beneath her toes.

"What do you need an island for?"

"To make you...more comfortable." Asterion smirked. "The ground is soft, like a human bed."

"You had this built for me?"

"Indeed." He set the axe down on the grass. "It will be more comfortable than the rocks."

"Let's find out." She moved into his arms, tilting her head to kiss him.

Asterion obliged, letting out a grunt of approval when she squeezed the head of his cock through his loincloth. She explored his lips with hers, smiling at the feel of his stiff fur against her face. When he put his hand on her breast, she placed her hand over his own.

"Feel free to be rough with me," she told him, her whole body tingling as if full of starlight.

"Hmmm...I do not wish to hurt you," he replied.

"Don't worry. You won't." She squeezed his cock hard, then gave it a couple of pumps. "And I'll tell you if you do, so don't worry about it."

He looked doubtful, but nodded his acceptance. When he squeezed her breast, she moaned, then pushed him onto the ground. Surprised, he toppled over, his loincloth flapping to one side to reveal his massive member.

She felt a surge of energy and confidence. When she knelt down to take his massive member in her mouth, she could hear Naia's voice in her ear.

Use your tongue on the frenulum. Slow strokes up and down, fast ones side to side. Beth could almost picture the nymph's smile as she gave instructions. Not one to disobey, she followed them.

The noise Asterion made was somewhere between a grunt and a bellow. He lifted his head to see what Beth was doing, then placed his hand on the back of her head.

"I can be rough?" he asked.

"Only if I can." Beth smirked at him, then opened her mouth wide.

The minotaur forced her head down onto his long shaft. What ordinarily took her several minutes of concentration and slobber was accomplished in seconds. His massive glans pushed against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex was non-existent and she inhaled him. She tried to take him all the way, but he pulled on her hair, stalling her progress.

Breathe through your nose, there's plenty of room. The nymph's encouraging words helped Beth relax. Your body is ready for this, you just have to trust me.

Naia guided Beth through the deepest blowjob of her life. When Asterion came, she couldn't swallow fast enough. Sperm shot out her nose and pooled on his belly. Her sinuses didn't even respond, and she took a deep breath through her nose to swallow what she could. Each gulp filled her with energy, and she felt a fire inside that needed to be quenched. The fairy girls dropped out of the sky, greedily stuffing their faces with what Beth had missed. They were like Mother Nature's horny cleanup crew.

"It's my turn," Beth told him, then squeezed the base of his cock. He grunted, a big grin on his face; Asterion could easily go twice, it was something about his genetic makeup. The fairies let out a cheer and moved away as Beth positioned herself over his waist, her legs spread wide.

When she lowered herself, she deliberately missed his cock, letting it slide up her belly instead. While grinding her pussy on the base of his shaft, she gave his cock a good rub, marveling at how it slapped her above her belly button. It was both wide and long, and she couldn't wait to feel it stretch her out, to test her new limitations.