Page 95 of Minding the Minotaur
ARLO
We find the portal cape draped over the wooden bench next to the golden nymph fountain.
“I never left it there,” I say, scratching a horn.
Otis picks it up. “It’s going back into the deepest level of the Vault, where it can’t cause any more mischief.”
“You’re talking like it has a will of its own.”
He gives me a funny look. “It’s magic, Arlo. Don’t underestimate it.”
I stare at it, shimmering over Otis’s arm. Maybe that’s why it landed me repeatedly in awkward situations, like women’s toilets, and piles of trash.
Maybe that’s why it landed me in that parking lot…
Maybe it wasn’t an accident.
What if the cape meant for me to meet Sammy all along?
As we walk back inside, it lets out a burst of shimmering little sparks. Almost like it’s winking at me.
Whatever its intentions, the portal cape introduced me toSammy, and then it helped me to save her. And for that, I will always revere it.
When Jax and Otis finally take their leave, Tippy follows close on their heels, chatting to Jax about the latest elixir she’s made him. Otis holds the cape tightly in his fist, declaring darkly that he’s going to “hide it where you’ll never find it”.
I salute him with a grin. “I won’t need it ever again.”
I close the door and turn to Sammy, and we hug for long moments. Then I drop to my knees, push up the shirt she’s wearing and lay kisses on her belly.
She holds my head there, and sighs softly. I am not expecting anything, but as she starts to press her sweet pussy into me, I scent her unmistakable arousal. I glance up at her to see her eyes wide, her lips parted and swollen with lust. She bites the juicy, enticing pillow of her lower lip, and I groan with longing.
“Make love to me, Arlo,” she whispers.
“You sure, pet? I mean, in your delicate condition?”
She laughs softly, huskily. “My delicate condition seems to be making me horny as hell. And we’ve been apart way too long.”
I need no further encouragement. With a growl, I lift her into my arms and stalk to the bedroom, lay her down gently on the coverlet. She pulls me down next to her, and in a swift move I lift her on top of me, so as not to crush her, or our tiny little youngling.
She laughs as her legs splay over my bulk, and she brushes her long, beautiful hair in my face. Then, slowly, she unbuttons the shirt to reveal her naked breasts, more beautiful and, I swear, bigger and lusher than before, her nipples swollen. I wonder if that’s from the pregnancy. Whatever it is, I’m not complaining.
“Can I?” I pant, my hands already hovering.
“Arlo, I won’t break.” She grabs my hands and cups themover her breasts. “Pinch my nipples,” she gasps as she grinds her pussy onto my already engorged cock.
I do, and she whines and presses harder along the rod of my cock, which is now painfully hard against my zipper. She unzips me and watches as I spring free. With a growl, I rip off my jeans and boxers, then hoist her back onto my tackle. Already I can feel her juices joining with mine as she slides and rotates over my cock.
I suck her tits and she’s rubbing her slit along my cock, moaning softly. I take my member in my hand and rub it over her clit, and her grip on my shoulders intensifies. I wonder if we’re both going to come like this, not even fucking, too desperate to hold out, and sure enough she arches back and cries my name, and I know she’s reached her peak already.
Except I also know that Sammy’s orgasms build on each other. She is so wet I wonder if she even needs lube, but I grab it anyway.
“You’re sure you can take me inside you?”
“I’m sure.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
She nods, biting her lips, her eyes dewy from her first release.
