Page 43 of The Minotaur's Valentine

I want to thrust against her, but I can’t. I’m afraid that might cause real damage. Instead, I just look at her.

Libby is spread out on her bed, ribs arched up, breasts falling back, and her graceful arms above her head. Her hips are spread and her pussy’s split as wide as it will go, a sight that should be lewd and obscene, this pale, pretty goddess on a big fat monster cock.

But I’m her monster. My hands reach down and stroke from her shoulders, across her breasts, down to her lower belly, which is bulging slightly with my meat. “You’re perfect. An angel. Divine.”

Her eyes open. “Milo, I’m a vet’s assistant who grew up with trust issues and social anxiety. I’m nothing compared to you. You’re mythical. You’re the hero. You rush in here with kittens and flowers, rescuing me and giving me what every girl wants...and a whole fucking lot of extras.” She clasps my hand as it cups her face. “Don’t sell yourself short, baby.”

“You, either. I’ve been watching you. I fell in love with you a little more every night.”

Talking and time loosen her sweet pussy. She squirms and every hint of friction is paradise.

My hips take their cue, giving her the gentlest of nudges. Maybe a handful of thick inches are in her. The most sensitive parts of my cock are coated in her hot, heavenly flesh. I don’t need to go further, and if Libby’s breathy, rhythmic moans are anything to go by, neither does she.

“Next time we try it my way,” Libby murmurs in a high, passion-swept voice. “Gravity. Me, below you, sloping down? You’ll slide in deeper.”

“If I give your pretty pussy more attention, it’ll slide in deeper as you cum on me,” I hint, my thumb going to her nub, pressing in and circling on it, owning it. I move slowly at first, then get faster and harder, feeling her strained muscles milking me even though they barely have room to flex.

For a few minutes, Libby’s my plaything, my puppet. Her body is mine to control with pleasure. I spread her with slick fingers, teasing and toying with her nub, pulling her soft breasts into my palms and kneading them, pulling her cheeks toward me, and then rocking my shaft inside her, keeping her full.

When she comes the first time, the situation reverses. Her quivering pulses on my sensitive head and sheath are like nothing I could ever imagine, even more delicious than her mouth. My knees buckle and I have to lean over her on the bed, grunting and stamping as my orgasm races toward me. This time I won’t be able to outrun it.

“That’s right, baby. That’s right, Milo. Come for me. Come in me.” Libby urges, head back, neck thrust up. All of her soft parts are thrust toward me, a silent sign of submission that drives everything primal in me to the front.

My tail lashes angrily as hot semen boils in me. My neck arches and stretches forward as I bellow out my release, imagining her belly full of my hot seed, imagining how pretty her pouting, swollen pussy will look draped in my pearls.

Maybe one day, this beautiful little body will do something with that gift and make a new gem of our own.

“What you do to me,” I hiss, about to burst. She makes me a beast. She makes me a sappy romantic.

She makes me happy and whole without even trying. “I love you, Libby,” I growl, and I burst.

“Oh! Oooo!” Her noise of pleasure is mixed with surprise.

The force of my ejaculation fills her and overflows her, and forces my cock out as it slowly softens and shrinks.

What’s left behind is a gorgeous, erotic sight. My Libby, marked and used by me, panting weakly on the bed, her sweet hole gaping as a waterfall of cream drips from it. Her pussy spasms in an orgasmic aftershock, and a torrent of cum gushes out.

Modesty suddenly comes back to her. Libby sits with a hot blush on her cheeks, sex-mussed hair floating in wisps around her head. “I must look a mess.”

“You look incredibly beautiful. Never, ever cover up around me,” I soothe, sitting next to her and pulling her to my chest. She hugs me tight, nuzzling me without speaking.

Maybe she’s embarrassed? In pain? Nervous now that the sex part is over?

I swallow. “I’m sorry if I did any of this wrong.” My voice drops, “It was my first time making love, and I... I couldn’t believe it was someone I actually l— I couldn’t believe it got to be with you.”

“I’ve never had someone do... do this stuff with me. The intimate stuff. Uninhibited stuff.” Libby’s voice is almost lost in my fur. “I don’t know what to do next. With me, there’s never been much of a ‘next.’”

With one arm, I reach out and can barely lift the curtain on her bedroom window. Snow is still flying and the black sky is gray because of the thickness of the flakes.

“We’re still snowed in on Valentine’s Day weekend. I think the first thing I do is clean you up and cuddle you, then hold you while you sleep. Is that a good plan?”

Libby nods, her head tilting up at me, her eyes shining. “With some add-ins. I tell you what a great guy you are and how good a lover you are. I tell you how amazing this was for me. I hold you and remind you that you’re a sex god. And we also have to cuddle Freddy and Felix. I wonder what they thought of all the noise?”

We share a laugh, cuddling naked on her bed.

Before I know it, she’s asleep in my arms and my eyelids are getting heavy. With a groan from the bedstead and a creak from the mattress, we settle into a naked cocoon, sleepy and sated. “We’ll do that in the morning, beautiful.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Libby

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