Page 77 of The Minotaur's Valentine

Libby has.

Saturday was perfect. Sunday morning was great.

Sunday afternoon takes a turn for the worse.

“What should I wear?” Libby is pacing in front of her closet in a bra and panties. The cats watch her as if she was the pendulum on a clock, tiny gray faces shifting to follow each turn.

I’m shifting, too, trying to stay focused on the issue at hand—calming down Libby. Not thinking about how badly I want to get her out of those little scraps of fabric. Plus, every couple of steps, she stops, nibbles her lower lip in concentration, and then fluffs out her hair.

It’s not fair that someone who is so stressed looks so fuckable.

“I only have the one dress. That’s not a mom-appropriate dress! My jeans have holes! She’s going to say I’m not good enough for you! If I go buy a dress and heels to match, I’ll look like I’m trying too hard. Argh. Don’t Greek mothers get all clingy over their sons? Is she going to try to break us up?”

I blink. Libby whirls to face me, now clutching a black button-down blouse and a short, simple black skirt. “That would look great.”

“Milo! Did you hear me?”

“I heard you! My mom isn’t going to try to break us up unless you insult the entire family or spit in her soup.”

“The cupcakes! Fuck, I was suppoed to make cupcakes!” Libby tears out of the room, tossing the clothes on the bed. “No! Milo, can you hang those back up? The cats will shed on them.”

I hang up the outfit and click my tongue. Freddy and Felix scamper up my outstretched arm and assume positions, one on either shoulder. “Mommy’s stressed about meeting Grandma,” I whisper.

“Mrp?” Felix asks. (I swear he asks.)

“Mew?” Freddy replies. (Same. I can feel the cadence of this conversation, but I don’t know the language.)

“You guys wouldn’t want to Bog Cat some calming vibes at her, would you?”

“I heard that!”

I stroll to the kitchen, careful not to upset my kitten-shaped epaulets. “My mother is possessive of me in a nice way. She wants me to be happy and content, and preferably happy and content in Pine Ridge. She’d also like me to get married and have some grandkids.” I come up behind Libby as she pulls things out of her tiny kitchen cupboards. I completely fill the space behind her. Even if I didn’t want to get close to her, I can’t help it in this place. My body covers hers completely, but she doesn't move away. She leans back into me. The kittens hop lightly onto the counter and sniff around the eggs and mixing bowl.

Libby shoos them as I bring my head carefully down to her neck, kissing it. My tail wraps around her smooth, bare calf and strokes. She moans softly, which is my cue to let my tail tip roam higher, eventually stroking against the soft bulge of her clit and puffy nether lips through the thin lycra-cotton crotch of her low-riding panties.

“Milo... we can’t.”

“I’m being helpful. Stress-relieving,” I whisper. My knee nudges between her legs and I pull the crotch of her panties to one side.

“I’m trying to make cupcakes.”

“We don’t have to be there until six. It’s not even two. You have time for a ‘massage’ before baking.” I nibble her ear and my tail does something it's been dying to do, almost without my knowledge. Almost.

“Ohh. Oh, God!” Libby gasps and leans forward as I slip inside her. My tail, to be exact. It fills her tunnel completely, wide as it is, even at the tip.

My hands cup her breasts. “Let’s look at this logically.”

“My minotaur boyfriend is tail-fucking me in the kitchen. There is no logic.”

“Hush or I’ll stop.”

Libby shuts up. I reward her by working deeper inside of her. My cock is bulging, aching to be inside her, but I’ll wait until after the big dinner so Libby and I can take our time. (She might break up with me if I cause us to be late.)

With her breasts in my palms and her tight ass rubbing my cock, my tail slowly, teasingly fucks her pussy, first lipping in deep and corkscrewing around, then exiting to bat her clit, and then pound her fast. Libby melts against me.

“Do you see us breaking up?” I ask, trying not to sound afraid of the answer.

Libby gasps. “No!”

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