Page 47 of A Kingdom of Pleasure and Torment

Chapter Nineteen

The minotaur takes his huge organ in his hand and strokes himself. What I had thought was the length of him nearly doubles as it emerges from its sheath. Arcus moves to stand beside him, his hand joining the minotaur’s in a sensuous glide up and down the pink shaft.

“Remember, she’s a mortal,” the creature says in his distorted voice. “You’ll need to give her some help, if she’s going to take all of me.”

All of him! Now, I am frightened; fully erect, his cock is longer than my leg. My eyes are wide when Arcus looks at me, and he laughs.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out, now.” He pauses. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t back out. I’m the king, and your wretched mate owes me.”

I hate the king. He’s vile and cruel and delights in a type of torment that is artless and cowardly. But he keeps accidentally saying things that only arouse me more.

I have changed in my time with Luthian.

Arcus brushes his hand over my trembling belly, down to my core. “There. She’ll be able to accommodate you.”

The minotaur’s human hands are huge. He lays one on my mound and crooks his middle finger to push it inside me.

“I don’t think she’s as frightened as you believe,” he says with a lowing chuckle.

“Is that true?” Arcus asks.

“I can’t help it,” I whimper. “I’ve never been with such a beautiful creature.”

The minotaur crooks his thick finger and presses upward, and I moan both at the sensation and the obscene, wet noise my cunt makes while I grasp him.

“Thank you,” he says, stroking his fingertip over and over that sensitive spot. “It’s rare that I find a human woman so enthusiastic.”

Arcus pulls out a chair with a scrape and sits beside me, palming one of my breasts with casual boredom. “This isn’t an act then, Cenere? You truly desire this?”

“I desire anything, Your Majesty.” I moan again to get my point across. “Do you believe Luthian of Mithrax would take a chaste maiden as his mate?”

“Yes,” Arcus answers without hesitation. “I think he would take a chaste maiden and turn her into a harlot. Has he done that to you?”

I grin in response and lift my hips in rhythm with the minotaur’s thrusting finger.

“I must taste her,” the minotaur says with a desperate groan. He drops to his knees and lowers his head, hooking his horns beneath my legs and raising them high. I clench down on his fingers as he withdraws them, mewling in disappointment, but he replaces them quickly with a fat, rough tongue. It rasps over my clit and sweeps down, burrowing into my cunt with enough length to still press against my aching pearl.

It’s incredible.

I tug at my chains, frustrated that I can’t grab onto those horns and ride his mouth as his tongue twists back and forth, filling me as deeply as any cock could. It’s so different, though, curling and lapping at my inner walls until I strain and sweat and drum my chained heels against the back of his neck. My movement is limited; all I can do is hump my hips and babble pleas to keep going, to never stop, to make me come.

Arcus leans over and takes my nipple into his mouth, drawing upon it while he pinches and rolls the other. My wickedness consumes me, and I meet his eyes, willing him to see the lust in my own. I gave him a satisfying performance in this throne room before. Tonight, I’ll give him one he’ll never forget.

The minotaur’s breath chugs hot against my belly as he feasts on my dripping center, speeding up as my cries of pleasure quicken and ascend. The thrusts of the minotaur’s tongue are faster, the rough brush against my clit unbearably sensitive. My body tightens and convulses, and I shout to bring down the ceiling as I come under his mouth.

He slurps and groans, his huge hands holding my hips so that I can’t move away to seek relief from the now overwhelming sensation.

“He’s not finished with you until he decides he’s finished with you,” Arcus warns.

And I think to myself, Oh, no! Anything but that!

It’s all I can do to keep from laughing.

I’m not quite as merry about things when I’ve suffered through my fourth orgasm beneath the unrelenting onslaught of the creature’s tongue. His saliva and my own uncontrollable bursts of wetness run down my ass and pool on the table beneath me. My hair is damp at the roots with sweat by the time the beast finally rises and wipes his shining snout.

“She tastes incredible. Would you like to try?” he asks, out of breath and with what I suspect is a terribly strained tongue.

Arcus shakes his head. “Another time. You deserve to fuck her. I suspect you need to, quite badly.”

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