Page 68 of Minding the Minotaur
“You still haven’t answered my question, pet. Will you marry me?”
She reaches up and strokes my cheek, then places her palm against my heart. “Yes, Arlo, I will marry you.”
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, the joy inside me too great to verbalize.
When we part, she says cheekily, “So, what do we do now?”
“We wait for the moonbeam to hit the lake. It will be a few more hours yet. I estimate it’s only mid-afternoon.” She yawns. “Maybe you need a nap,” I suggest, feeling deliciously lethargic myself.
“I think I do. Wake me up when it’s time.” Turning, she wiggles her soft butt into my belly, and soon I hear that little snuffly snore of hers.
My eyelids grow heavy. Coming so spectacularly, plus the long run to get here, has made me pretty exhausted. The moon won’t be out for several hours, and I want us to be refreshed to observe such a beautiful phenomenon.
Spooning into my beautiful human, I let myself drift into sleep.
I wake to the feel of a hand stroking my chest. I lay there as memory returns to me of our beautiful coupling.
I sneak open half an eye to see she’s turned around to face me and is exploring my body with a feather light touch.
My senses spike as a naughty hand skirts over my flank, and around my butt, and takes hold of my tail. She brings it around between us and strokes it over her breasts, the tufted tip teasing her nipples. It’s erotic as all hell.
My cock obligingly fluffs.
Her other hand sneaks down my belly now, smoothing over the v of muscle that runs down to my groin. Fingers stroke the thick hair near where my member nests, and I feel a pulse drum, warm and heavy, in my balls.
Then, gods damn it, the little wench grips my cock and starts firmly stroking. Naturally, my cock obliges by turning rock hard.
But then her hand disappears.
I grunt and buck my hips, chasing her touch, eyes still half closed but a smile shaping my lips. I know what my human is doing—she’s teasing me, getting back at me for the way I edged her earlier. She knows it will end in me claiming her, pounding into her sweet pussy, but she’s enjoying the game. So am I.
She keeps on teasing my now-huge cock, lightly sweeping the tip with her fingertips.
I groan now, fully awake. She rubs the frenulum just where I love it, below the swollen head. Squeezes out drops of pre-cum and rub it around and around.
I growl out a thick expletive as my nerve endings light up.
Finally, I can take the game no longer. I grab her wrists. She fights me, our laughter bouncing off the cave walls, but of course I hold back my strength. Let her win.
I roll onto my back and in one swift move she’s straddled me.
“I’m in charge, remember?” She grins.
“I surrender.”
She lowers her lips to mine, and we tease one another with our tongues, while at the same time she’s teasing my cock head with her folds. I place a hand in her mussed up hair, pull her head down and cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, and finally, with a little moan, she sinks her pussy lower. My cock enters her with ease. No fucking lube necessary this time.
As we pant against each other’s mouths she fucks me hard. My cock thrusts into her, filling her to the hilt, and she writhes and arches, her golden hair flying around her bouncing beautiful tits.
I put my hand between us and work the juicy nub justabove my thrusting cock, and watch as her eyes widen and lose focus as she gets closer to her release. Her little cunt squeezes my fucking beleaguered cock tighter and tighter.
“Yes, fuck yeah, babe,” I growl as Sammy chants my name.
There’s no holding back now. I rub her clit so fast I can see the muscles in my forearm bunch as I work her. It’s primal and dirty and I watch, panting, getting off on the sight of her above me, my cock glistening as it pistons in and out of her sweet, tight little pussy.
I feel her orgasm build inside her.
And then her body arches back, and Sammy howls out her release.
