His crude words make more of my slick come out. I’m so wet my thighs are sliding against each other.
I dart toward the gap, and he lets me pass, his massive cock brushing against my hip as I squeeze by. The contact sends tremors through my body, and I stumble before catching myself on the opposite wall.
“Good girl,” he rasps out, eyes unhinged, his monster cock jumping and pointing at me. “Now fucking run.”
I obey. My bare feet slapping against the stone, my dress tangling around my legs. I can hear him behind me. His heavy hooves echoing through the corridors at a measured pace. And I realize he’s giving me a head start. The asshole is playing with me.
I turn left, then right, having no idea where I’m going. All the pathways in the maze look the same to me. Stone walls, flaring torches, endless passages. But I keep running because my king commanded it, and I think my body needs the chase. The hope to be caught.
Finally, I hear a roar echo behind me, and his pace pick up. He’s running now, his hooves thundering against the stone. My pussy spasms so hard I stumble again. Feeling him getting closer.
I turn another corner and see a long corridor ahead. No turns, no escape. Just a straight run. Fuck!
And behind me, King Aster’s breathing is getting louder. I can feel the tremors of his stomping through the floor. Oh My God, he’s is massive, powerful, and he’s going to catch me. The thought makes me run faster even as my body screams for me to stop, turn around, and present myself.
“I can smell how wet you are,” his voice booms behind me. “Leaving a fucking trail for me to follow. My little omega wants to be caught.”
I do. Oh, how I do. But something primal in me needs him to catch me first. Needs him to prove he’s strong enough, fast enough, alpha enough to claim me.
His ragged huffs are right behind me now. And I can smell him, all musk, rut, and alpha. So good, it makes my mouth water. My heat spikes higher but I can’t stop running. My bare feet hurt on the cobbled stone. My lungs burn. And I’ve never felt more alive.
“Fuck, Omega,” he growls. “Fucking love those sounds.”
I see another turn ahead and push myself faster, my thighs burning. But just as I’m about to round the corner, a an enormous hand grabs my waist.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, spinning me around and slamming my back against the stone wall. Hard enough to hurt, pinning me.
Then he cages me in, all his muscles and heat deliciously pressing against me, and rumbles, “Mine.” His breath, hot on my face.
His cock is pressed against my belly, so hot I can feel it through the wet fabric of my dress. The way it’s throbbing, precum soaking through to my skin. My pussy contracts desperately, aching with emptiness.
“Fucking look at you,” King Aster growls, one massive hand coming up to wrap around my lower face, forcing me to meet his wild, feral eyes. “Shaking and dripping for me. Fucking perfect.”
“Please,” I whimper again.
“I know what you need, Mate.” The claws of his other hand tear through my dress like it’s made of paper. And the fabric parts, hanging loosely at my sides, leaving my body almost entirely exposed. “But first, you’re gonna show me how bad you want it.”
Before I can ask what he means, he drops to his knees. The Minotaur King. On his knees. In front of me. His massive hands grip my lush thighs, spreading them wide. I try to close them instinctively because no one has ever seen me like this, but I’m no match for his strength.
“Fuck,” he rumbles reverently, almost sounding hypnotized, staring at my pussy. “Look at this pretty little cunt. So swollen, so fucking wet. And all mine.”
His wide nostrils flare, his large, dark tongue comes out to lick his thick lips, then he’s on me. His long, raspy tongue licks me from my entrance to my clit in one slow drag, making me scream with pleasure. Oh My God, it feels so fucking good… The texture is like nothing I’ve ever imagined. Rough enough to create the perfect friction, but not enough to hurt. When he does it again, my knees buckle. But he holds me up, pinning me to the wall with his grip on my thighs as he fucking devours me. His claws biting into my skin, his tongue everywhere: circling my clit, pushing inside me, lapping up my slick like he’s fucking starving for it.
“You taste so fucking good, little Mate,” he groans against my pussy. “Sweet as honey and need. Like mine.”
I’m sobbing now, my fingers tangled into the coarse hair between his horns, not even sure if I’m pushing him away or pulling him closer. The pleasure is so fucking much, almost too intense. No one has ever touched me like this, and now it’s my king eating my pussy like it’s his last meal. His tongue finds my clit again, that perfect raspy texture making my eyes roll back. Then he sucks it into his mouth, and I come. My orgasm rips through me like fucking thunder and lightning. I’m screaming, my pussy rippling, spilling even more juices into his eager mouth. But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down. He keeps licking and sucking at me until I’m shaking uncontrollably.
“Please,” I sob. “Please, I can’t… too much…”
When King Aster finally pulls back, his face is wet with me, his eyes wild. “Need to get this virgin pussy ready for my cock, Omega.”
He stands, lifting me with him, my legs wrapped around his waist. His cock is right there, pressing against my entrance, and despite his size and the impossibility of us, I know I want it. Need it. Fucking crave it.
CHAPTER FOUR
ARIANA
He carries me deeper into the maze, my naked body pressed against his furnace-hot chest, his cock leaving trails of precum on my thigh with every step. I’m still shaking from my orgasm, pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
