She frowned, and her eyes dropped briefly. “She became a thrall when I was still young. I don’t know what had kept her human for so long when everyone else was lost. Maybe it was her magic, maybe it was me, but she lived years longer than the rest while I watched her remaining humanity slip away...” She shivered despite her desire
Astegur grunted. It explained a lot. Why Calavia had such tired eyes, why she was naïve in some ways, yet knowledgeable in others. Why she was here at all… Why shecaredso much for a place that had nothing to offer. She had never known anything else, at least nothing that had not been taught to her when she was still young, or viewed through her wax.
It could also be why she did not fully understand her sex.
He inhaled the scent of her, relishing the moment and the gift the gods had given him. Perhaps he was meant to come here after all.
Astegur pushed her now-limp leg out even further as a tightness banded his abdomen. “Show me where you are empty.”
Calavia slowly lifted her hand away from her core and the smell of her arousal erupted like smoke through the air. He was on his knees in the next moment, gripping her thighs and spreading her legs apart. The thick, delicious scent of her was enough to steal his mind and go berserk.
He pulled her hair over her shoulder, then tore the vines that wrapped around her middle that kept her trapped. She whimpered and adjusted herself but he stopped her from closing her legs. His voice darkened. “Do you know why you are wet now, hag?”
She peered up at him. The shadows of his horns fell across her face from the fading light. “No.”
Astegur grinned. “I have made you this way.” There was no other possibility, at least he was certain he was the only viable male in leagues. “Look what you've done to me.” He pushed his leathers aside and showed her his fully engorged cock. Shadows hovered around it, but it was still visible. Her narrowed eyes and sudden focus on his member told him as much.
He would often boast that his prick was the largest of the Bathyr. It was long and roped, thick with muscle, with a bulge right at its tip and a similar bulge at its base, where his testicles hung. He released one of Calavia’s legs to handle his shaft, rubbing out one long thread of precum from its tip.
“I feel empty,” she said, staring at it.
He stroked his length again. “As you should. Your body is responding to me. A heat that festers and forms in your gut that makes your sex ache, much like I ache to fill something up. Let me show you.” Astegur tugged her away from the altar enough for her to lie back. Another cry tore from her throat as he pushed her knees up to spread her sex wide. Her vaginal hole opened up, pulled apart from the slickness it created. As he looked down upon the hag and her submissive beauty, the fire in his belly demanded to release with a roar and blow right over her.
She let him move her, not once shying back from his aggressive advance as he pressed his calloused thumb to her opening.
She jumped at the contact, but it wasn’t vixen eyes that met his but curious ones, almost trusting, as if she had no idea that her cunt was about to be used by him.
That sex was not something she had ever been taught to be afraid of…
“Are you going to fill me now, minotaur?” she asked.
“If you’ll allow it.”
She nodded.
He pushed his thumb into her opening, eliciting another gasp from her, and a movement of all her limbs at once. He watched her pinkened folds as he pushed even farther in, half aware that her hands had come up to clutch his forearms.
And then he felt it.
A thin membrane of skin, wet, hot, protected so perfectly deep within her cunt, right there for his thumb to tease. Calavia’s body shook as he played with her virginal flesh, toying it with his fingers. He knew then, that no matter how old she was, no matter what enigma she presented in his skull, he would be the first. Virgins were unheard of in the labyrinth, and yet, one had summoned him right between her legs.
Astegur continued to caress and touch her membrane, and watched her strain and tense on the hard ground, as he palmed his length. He was nearly twice her size, and knew he could not rut her with abandon like he wanted.
He popped his thumb out of her with a groan and released his shaft to part her curls. “Hold onto my horns if you need something to grip.”
Flushed, she nodded, a sigh on her lips. “I may not have done this before, but I know what to expect.”
Her words meant nothing to him. “What is that?”
“You putting your cock inside me.”
He found her nub and pinched it between his fingers. Her body jerked, her legs came down to press hard into his sides.
He pinched her again. “A bull’s cock.”
She laid back, her long hair haloing her body on the stone floor. He eyed her peaked tits, her slightly concaved stomach, and her moonbright skin. When she responded with an exhalation, he moved his face between her legs and dove into her with his tongue. His hooves scraped back across the stone, her hands shot up to grab his horns. He made a monstrous noise as he licked and pulled her nether hair with his teeth, and then his tongue found her opening and lapped her arousal.
All rational thought fled.
