Page 45 of Minding the Minotaur
I hear her soothing. “It’s okay babe, I got this.” I feel the cold glass against my hot dick, and I shout, “NOW. FUCK. YES. BABE. NOW.” And then the pleasure takes over and all I know is that I’m offloading a whole week’s worth of myseed. I let out a huge roar as the thick ropes of cum fill that bottle right up to the rim.
Quick as a flash, Sammy replaces it with another bottle, and I fill that too.
As I lean back, finally spent, I hear my gorgeous human giggle softly as she moves between my thighs, licking my cock clean of the final remnants of my release.
Then she snuggles back up to my chest and I lie back, pull her on top of me, and we cuddle right there on the narrow, hard bed.
“How was that?” she asks.
“The fucking heavens moved. You are a sorceress.”
“I owed you so many.” She dimples up at me. “I’m just sad about one thing, though.”
“What’s that, babe?”
“That I didn’t get to swallow.”
When I’ve got my breath back, I do my best to persuade Sammy to let me return the favor. I know that look of need on her beautiful face so well now, her swollen lips and bright eyes. The flush on her cheeks.
But after kissing me tenderly on the lips, she moves away and starts buttoning up her blouse.
I give her a wheedling look, reaching out and pulling at the hem of her shirt. “C’mon sweet, I know you need it.”
“Laters, baby,” she murmurs softly, tucking her shirt in. And truth be told, I’m so limp from my humungous release, I let her get away with that. “I just wanted to giveyoua gift.”
“Oh boy, you sure have,” I sigh on a satisfied yawn.
After the payments are sorted and we’re in the car heading home, I realize two things. I’m freaking starving, and it’s Friday. My mates will be at Digger’s Diner playing cards, and I want to introduce Sammy to them. More than anything. Ademon of daring has clearly been released with my two vials of come, because I pull back the glass partition and say to Tippy in a confident tone, “Take us to the back room of Digger’s Diner, please, Tip. I need food.”
She glances round, frowning. “If you’re hungry, I have mallow root snacks in my bag.”
“No offence Tip, but—” I put a finger down my throat in a gagging motion.
Tippy’s amber eyes widen in mock outrage in the rear-view mirror. “They’re packed with vitamins,” she throws back.
Next to me on the seat, Sammy’s looking at me, her eyes round. “Arlo!” she hisses, “What if Otis finds out?”
“He won’t, it’s a private room where me and the boys play poker. And Danny Digger will keep our secret. He’s tops, that old goat.”
She grins. “Literally, he’s a goat?” she asks.
“An old gnarly fawn, yes. Trust me.” I give her a little nudge, and she leans forward and says, “I’m sanctioning it, Tippy. Just for an hour, and I will be with him the whole time. I’ve got the zapper if he tries to escape.”
I give her an outraged look, and she prods me in the ribs with her fingers with a wink. It’s fun, the game we’re playing.
Tippy doesn’t answer, but instead of heading for my house, she turns into the left tunnel toward the main markets, where Digger’s Diner is.
I give Sammy a thumbs-up, waggling my brows. She grins back, excitement in her eyes as she pins her face to the window, ready to watch this part of the Labyrinth unfold.
“We’re coming up to the markets, prepare to be blown away,” I say.
As we head toward the central trading zone, the light gets brighter with the many sconces. Little shops are visible, apothecaries, bakeries, and ironmongers, their doorways lit up to welcome customers inside. I point out differentspecies to her, most of which of course she hasn’t seen before.
A centaur proudly trotting past with his bags of shopping on his back, pannier-style. A hippogriff and her daughter, combing through a bargain bucket. A whole heap of little pixies on a school outing, their eyes glued to the sweet shop window and being hurried along by their pretty fae teacher.
“They are the sweetest,” Sammy exclaims, turning to me, her face full of awe. “Monsters are so… so beautiful.”
I waggle my brows at her. “Don’t get any ideas about swapping me out for a better model.”
