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But then again, maybe I’m fulfilling them perfectly.
CHAPTER 14
ARLO
Woo hoo, today is clinic day.
I wake up with the usual humungous hard-on, but also a humungous grin splitting my face.
I’m going to get some sweet relief, with my beautiful human administering it. Not that I’m counting the minutes or anything, but holding off for a whole week has been like scaling a mountain with icy hooves.
There’s no denying I’ve had the best time pleasuring Sammy. I feel we’re at a stage where we can soon take things further. Her sweet pussy is malleable and receptive. Ready for my cock, as long as I take care, use lube, prepare her with the kind of foreplay we’ve been having. And when we’ve finally shared that magical mate bonding, I’ll tell her how I really feel. That I’ve fallen in love with her. That I want to be with her forever. I’ll get down on one knee and beg her to stay with me here in the Labyrinth, as my mate.
Sure, I don’t know of a single other human-monstercouple in the whole of the Labyrinth. But change has to start somewhere, and why not with us?
Andsure, there’s also the small fact that I have to pay another lot of school fees for Clarisse’s brood. But then we’re done for a while. And after that, I’ll find another job, go back to manual work in the mines if need be, because I can’t keep giving away my precious seed anymore. That belongs to Sammy now. To us.
As I soap myself vigorously in the shower, I’m already fantasizing about how we’ll make this place more like a real home. I’ll let her choose how to decorate our bedroom, we’ll turn the room she’s now in into a nursery for our first youngling…
My happiness is like an overflowing cup… just as the vials will be at the clinic today.
After our usual croissant breakfast, we’re in the car on the way to the clinic, Sammy seated demurely next to me in the blue uniform that I’ve so loved tearing her out of this past week. Our fingers intertwine in a sensual foreplay, and she leans into me so that her head is just touching my shoulder, the soft, sweet scent of her freshly washed hair filling me with images of summer days that I’ve never known. I close my eyes and breathe her in.
Tippy is driving us today because Len is working elsewhere on level one, and she keeps the glass partition closed and the curtain drawn. I’m pretty sure she knows something is going on between me and Sammy. I guess she’s pleased that I’m not making so much fuss about my food anymore.
At the clinic, I can barely wait for Peg to show us to our room. After a week of abstinence, I’m in agony.
As soon as the door closes, we exchange a look and then dive on each other, moaning and groaning as our tongues duel, tugging at each other’s clothes in a frenzy. Managing to get my ass down on the plinth, I position her between the v of my thighs, and rip open the buttons on her shirt, exposing herlace bra. With a groan, I dive my head onto each lace-outlined nipple. She holds my head right there, grinding her hips into my cock all the while.
But when I reach for the zipper of her pants, she pulls away and I stare up at her, bereft.
“It’s not about me today,” she says huskily. “This is all for you, Arlo.”
I watch, salivating, as she goes down on her knees and releases my swollen, weeping member. It’s an angry red at the head, shining, the skin is so taut and lubricated with my pre-cum. The vein throbs, painfully distended on the side, and my balls are like fucking cannon balls.
I throw back my head and let out anoophas she binds my cock with her fist, using my pre-cum as lube. I watch as she starts to expertly stroke up and down my length.
When I let out a low, desperate sound, she murmurs, “Hold on for me, big guy, I’ve got more for you yet.” And then, the witch, she glides her fingers over the tip, sliding the pad of her thumb over the glistening wet slit. I’m panting, my cock so sensitive to her touch it’s almost agonizing, the ache growing in my balls, and tingles of lightning spreading through my whole body as she works me.
She keeps up the sensual assault, her touch perfect, as if she can sense the hot spots that will send me into a frenzy. All I can do is grab the sides of the plinth and grit my teeth, trying to hold on, to prolong this fucking fantastic gift from my human.
I glance down through heavy eyelids once or twice, but the sight of her full lips on my swollen cock, her hair falling like a golden fountain around her shoulders, is too much, and I have to shut my eyes. Visuals will tip me over the edge too fast. And I want so much to prolong this moment. Heck, it’s been days of rigid self-discipline, and when the dam breaks it will be a tsunami.
I judder as she really gets into her rhythm, flicking hertongue over the tip while her fingers fly round my shaft. She’s speeding up, her touch growing firmer, sensing that my cock is ready to explode.
My hooves scrape the ground, my jaw works, and I let out a volley of grunts, my massive hands landing hard on her shoulders, fingers digging in. “Oh gods, babe, I’m so close.”
And then she fucking edges me. With a wicked smile, she deserts my desperate cock, that sits begging and weeping and twitching, and strokes up onto my belly with her palms, one hand still lightly cupping my balls. I’m so desperate now, I grab my cock to try and force it back, but she laughs and bats me away. I groan in delicious, exquisite agony as she strokes all around the base, around my twitching thighs, while my deserted cock leaks like it’s fucking sobbing. And finally, oh sweet goddess, I let out a juddering sigh as she takes hold of my cock, lowers her head and takes me in her mouth.
Tugging back her long hair, I watch, mesmerized, for the finale.
She stretches her lips over me and plunges my length deep into her throat and I cry out and arch back as she does it again.
Back to the tip she goes, swirling her tongue on my slit, and then she swallows my girth and length, back and forward, round and round, fingers joining the wet heat of her tongue on the sensitive spot on my frenulum, until I am shouting incantations to gods that aren’t even mine. As she hits the perfect speed and rhythm, I slam my hooves into the ground and my fucking ass lifts completely off the plinth as my release races to the finish line.
And then I remember, I’m here on the job.
“Holy fuck—get the fucking vial,” I beg desperately.
