His grip tightens, and his claws begin to sink into the meat of my ass. He lets out a deep growl that radiates into my pussy, making me scream.
“Asterios! Fuck! Oh Gods! Please! Asterios!”
I come so hard—harder than I ever have.
Surely he is drowning in my fluids by this point, but he continues, forcing me to climax again and again. I’m so pleasure drunk at this point that I decide to release him totally from his bonds, allowing him to take over the scene.
Asterios notices immediately and lifts me off his face.
Instead of trying to escape, he flips our bodies, and forces that massive cock into my channel.
“Oh gods, Asterios, yes, it feels so good! Hurt me!”
I don’t understand why I’m asking for such a thing from him. Never have I ever begged for rough sex.
He obeys, pounding into me and bringing me to a place where pleasure meets pain, and I want more. I want him to take me hard and brutal and claim me as his. But I need him to break me. It is imperative that I shatter in his arms and give all that I am to him to find my completion…
Completion of what? What is happening!?
Magic begins swirling around us, though I doubt he sees it the way I do. I know the way I’m feeling is not normal, and a part of mewaaaayin the back of my mind is telling me to reign this in, but I have never felt so confident in my life that this— whateverthisis— must happen.
Was this what people meant when they say they’ve met their soulmate?
Though we hardly know each other, magic doesn’t abide by such social norms. A binding is a binding. I just know that when he came inside me, I became overly potent and dangerously powerful.
He had taken my magic via my milk, amped it up, and given it back to me in his cum. I’m probably the strongest witch in my universe.
And apparently, the universe wants to keep me humble.
I will now have to submit to him just as he submits to me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GALATEA
We lay together, spent.
I’m embarrassed by my loss of control. Asterios is reserved. I’m sure he felt what I felt, even if he couldn’t see it.
As a minotaur, he probably doesn’t understand what exactly happened, only that something has changed between us. I’m at a loss. Our energies are aligned like we are mates, binding us in ways that non-magical beings will not recognize.
I’m of mixed decent, born from a long line of goddesses and witches, with an injection of human or demon DNA here and there. I’m technically a demi goddess, but I preferred the title of witch because I work hard for my magic…
At least I used to. Now it seems I can just fuck Asterios instead.
I have a barn full of male minotaurs instead a harem of human men because the potency of minotaur semen is much greater. I am by no means a weak witch. Minotaur semen is like a strong energy drink. However, feeding from the professor is like drinking a pot of coffee while snorting coke and swallowing amphetamines.
Having Asterios absorb my power via my milk, amplified the already potent magic ten-fold, then returned the power back to me via his semen, supercharged me, and might have propelled me from demi goddess to full goddess, or human witch to demon sorceress. The power is pulsing through every fiber of my being like never before.
I would later reach out to my cousin, Selene, and see if she knew what happened, and if my assumptions are correct. Though, knowing her, she is going to blame it on the moon and tell me not to worry about it.
Did I dare reach out to Aunt Nyx?
I was one of her favorite nieces, even as far removed as I was from the roots of our family tree.
The Fates know things like this do not happen needlessly. There is a reason I have been granted this much power. There is a reason I met Professor Bove, and why he is so different from other minotaurs.
Asterios’ stomach rumbles, indicating hunger.
