He carries me through the palace with my naked breasts swaying with each heavy step, my milk dripping on the floor. Oh My God, this alpha! We walk past some staff, who quickly move out of our way. They’re used to their king’s savage ways, but I’m still mortified, waving and smiling awkwardly when I meet someone’s eyes. But they only wave back and smile brightly. The entire kingdom loves us and is happy for us. Aster is a good king, and I’ve been doing my best to fulfill my responsibilities as a queen with kindness and warmth.
Then I smell it… that unique scent of stone, darkness, and old magic… The labyrinth.
“Why are we…”
My mate sets me down in front of the tall, heavy wooden doors, the same ones where I stood a year ago. Virgin, scared, bracing myself to meet the beastly king. Now I’m stretched from him constantly breeding me and birthing his calves, marked with his bites, my tits heavy with milk.
“Strip.”
“What? Aster, the babies might need…”
“The wet nurses got them. Strip. Now.”
My hands shake as I remove my gown. I’m completely different from that girl from one year ago. Wider hips, stretch marks across my belly and thighs, heavy breasts that leak constantly. I’m no longer the tight virgin he first chased, captured and claimed.
“Aster…”
He pushes me through the entrance, hard enough that I stumble into the maze, and rasps out, “Run, little tribute.”
Oh. Oh fuck.
“You… we can’t…” I shake my head, arousal already flaring deep in my belly.
His growl echoes off the stone walls. That same growl from a year ago. The beast is back, and he wants to hunt…
So I run.
My tits bounce painfully with each step, milk spraying with the movement. My thighs rub together even more than before. But, fuck if my clit doesn’t throb just like it did that first time. Slick staring to leak out of me.
I can hear him coming behind me with heavy hoofbeats that echo through the tall walls.
“I can smell you, little one,” his voice booms. “You’re already wet. Fucking desperate. Some things don’t change.”
He’s right. My pussy is drenched and spasming. A year of being bred by him and my body still responds instantly. Still needs him like the air I breathe.
I turn left, then right, trying to remember the maze layout. But it’s been a year since I’ve been down here, in this primal hunting ground.
“You’re leaving me a different trail to follow this time,” Aster calls. “The scent of milk instead of virgin blood.” He chuckles darkly. “But your slick still carries as strong.”
I look down and see the drops of milk I’m leaving with each step. A white trail that will lead him right to me.
From the thunderous sound of his hooves on the cobbles, I can tell his pace has picked up, and I push myself to go faster. My body protests. I’m no longer the ordinary girl who worked with her hands, helping around the house and at her family’s shop. I’m a queen. Tended to all day. And a new mother. My body is softer, slower than before. But the fear, the good, the thrilling kind, drives me forward.
“I’m gonna catch you, little tribute,” Aster singsongs, sounding closer. “And when I do, I’ll pin you down and breed you all over again… like that first time. But this time you’re already mine. Already marked and bred.”
I know he’s doing this to taunt me, so that I reply and give myself away. But apparently my big mouth can’t resist the bait. “Already pregnant too,” I say without thinking, then slap my hand over my mouth.
Fuck. I wasn’t gonna tell him yet. Not like this. Here.
The silence is deafening. Even his hoofbeats stop. Then a roar echoes that shakes the entire maze. My Minotaur King is running. And I’m not fast enough… I’ve never been, but especially not weeks into my new pregnancy…
When Aster catches me in the same dead-end where we first met, he closes the distance between us, his massive body covering mine from behind, pressing me into the stone wall.
“Pregnant?” he snarls in my ear.
“Yes,” I pant out. “Just a few weeks. I… I wanted to surprise you…”
“Fuck!”
