Page 84 of Of Monsters and Mazes

She sucked hard, like she was trying to drain my life force through my balls, while still pumping me with her hand, and I needed another arm against the wall to keep myself upright.

The shape of the pressure changed as a slight smile teased those lips while still so beautifully wrapped around me. This devilish woman was about to bring me to my knees, and I didn’t care about dignity if it meant she wouldn’t stop.

I’d get on my knees for her any day.

Because she wasn’t nothing. She never had been.

Maybe the reason my own marks had appeared on her skin was because she was never supposed to be just another passing mortal in a mindless game.

I dragged my fingers down the tile and pressed my forehead into the wall. My whole body tensed, my mind went blank, and I was teetering on the edge of release. She used the tip of her tongue to create a line of pressure on the bottom of my cock, while she continued to slide up and down my length. I barely knew who I was or why I was here anymore. There, again, was that racing heartbeat that I felt too often around her. I was spiraling, dying, losing my mind until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I fisted her hair and pulled out of her mouth. She let go and allowed me to lift her back to her feet.

I couldn’t help myself anymore. I claimed her mouth, melting on the flavor of her mixed with my pre-cum, before I flipped her around, kicked her legs apart, and grabbed her hips. I needed to be inside her. I need to fill her in this real, physical world, just to show her how different I was from her silly dreams.

“You finally called me by my name.” She said with a grin. I was ripped form my fog of lust and need by that single realization.

That hadn’t been an accident. She wasn’t a nameless butterfly in the collection after all. She was Sela.

“Did you like that one?” I placed her hands on the wall, pinning and securing her there, completely covering her knuckles with my palms. “Because I have so many more names I want to call you right now.”

“I might need to see the list before I give it my final approval.” She said as she looked back over her shoulder. The clever minx stood on her toes to better line up our hips, just knowing she was going to drive me insane. I couldn’t help myself. I sank in the tip with the most extreme discipline I’d ever forced myself to endure.

I was hopeless with her.

I left her hands on the tile, then took a very firm hold of her hips. I dipped in deeper, until she’d taken me to the midway point. She was so wet and ready for me, she slid onto my cock easily and smoothly. She bit her lip as her body reshaped to my design.

“I was thinking names like,” I thrust in the rest of the way, hard, sudden, and with enough force to shove her into the wall. “Friend.” She gasped at the intrusion, while clawing at the wall for purchase. “Love.” I pulled out and thrust in again, reveling in the way her expression relaxed with her quiet moans. She bowed her back and reached over her shoulders, so she could tangle her fingers in my hair. I shifted to holding her against me, one hand flat on her stomach, the other squeezing her breast. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Every part of me needed to be part of her. I started moving, giving in, and giving up on whatever resistance I had left in me. When her inner walls were pulsing around me, squeezing me with her pleasure, I knew I was completely ensnared.

“But most of all, my beautiful butterfly,” I whispered in her ear, unapologetic and possessive. “I’m going to call you ‘mine.’”

She released my horns as I filled her pussy, and she supported herself entirely by leaning back into my chest. She slowly dropped her hands back down to her sides, and I cocooned my arms around her, squeezing her like she’d disappear if I let go.

We both breathed in time, ragged and unpredictable, yet impossibly in sync. I kissed her shoulder with the softest feather touch, then ran my hands back up her body, enjoying every smooth inch along the way,

I rounded her shoulders. I danced my fingertips up the delicate lines of her neck, and over her jawline.

Then I touched a single finger to each of her temples.

Sela’s body went limp under the paralysis of a dream, and I caught her before she could fall.

I held her against my chest, while the nightmares of my doing took her mind. Her body shook, so I cradled her more tightly.

Now she was in a Labyrinth of her own designs. An inescapable maze of her pain, her fears, her memories, traumas, shame, and doubts. Her heartbeat sped, even in rest, at a speed terrifyingly in tune with my own.

So many of my past victims had always pictured horror in the form of blood and gore. Their minds constructed simple violence, murder, dismemberment, and monsters under their beds. But for those of us who didn’t fear death, true horror was the living pain of knowing this tragedy had no end.

Hot water continued to pour down on us, continuing to create a fog of pure steam as it came in contact with my skin. I placed a palm on her bare chest and felt that sprinting pulse more fully. At the same time, a warm and unfamiliar fluid dribbled down my cheek. I swiped my fingers across it, then examined the glisten on my fingertips. Another drop painted my other cheek, and a stinging sensation burned in my eyes.

Tears? Was I crying?

No, that was impossible. When was the last time I cried? I couldn’t recall. Not over a tribute. I’d never cried over a human.

The maze had felt far longer than usual this year. I must have simply been that exhausted.

I sank her deeper into unconsciousness, until her body stopped stirring in my arms. Every now and again, she would twitch or her nose would scrunch, as though she was trying to physically rebel against her mind’s prison, but she would never win that battle.

I breathed slowly, until I calmed my heart rate and eased the constricting in my chest.