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“I’m close,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”

He flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit over and over again until she was moaning incoherently. He maneuvered his hand between her thighs, and slid a finger inside her. Her sweet, tight pussy gripped at him, practically sucking his digit deeper. It didn’t take long for her to come and this time, he could feel the magic pouring out of him, and flowing into her. He stayed between her legs as she rode through it, pumping his finger and licking her through the aftershocks until she tugged at his hair.

“Come here,” she panted.

He moved up beside her. Her skin was still pale, but her lips had returned to their usual healthy pink. Relieved, he covered her mouth with his. She moaned, opening her lips so that his tongue could tangle with her. Then, her hand reached between them and found his cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft.

“I’ve been thinking about this too,” she whispered.

“Aye?”

“Are you really sure it’ll fit?”

“I told you.” He took himself from her hand and rubbed the head through her wet folds. She shivered. “Women were made for minotaur cock. You were made for my cock.”

He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward, letting her stretch around him. She sucked in a breath.

“Okay?” he asked.

“More,” she said.

He pushed deeper, watching for any sign of discomfort. Her mouth opened and her brow furrowed, but her hips tilted toward him, taking more. When he was halfway in, he stopped to let her adjust.

“Gods,” she whispered. “I feel so full.”

“You can take more,” he urged. “I know you can. Be a good girl and take in all the bull cock.”

She took a deep breath and shifted so she pulled more of him inside her. They groaned at the same time and he thrust forward until he was fully inside, their hips pressed together. For a moment, neither of them moved. He could feel her pulse around him and the sensation of being inside her was enough to make his vision blur.

“You’re shaking,” she said.

“Aye.” He exhaled. “You feel incredible.”

“So do you.” Her hands traced up his arms to his shoulders. “Move. Please.”

He pulled back, then thrust forward. She moaned and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. He moved, slow and steady, wanting her to feel every inch of him. Her magic surged between them, feeding on the contact. It was everywhere their bodies touched, and the sensation only made everything more intense. She was getting stronger beneath him, her grip firmer, her movements more confident as her energy returned.

“Harder,” she ordered.

He gave her what she asked for. His hips snapped forward, and she cried out, her nails raking down his back. He gripped the headboard with one hand and her hip with the other, driving into her with a force that made the bed creak.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

He couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. The way she looked beneath him with her hair wild and her skin flushed and her eyes half-closed with pleasure, it wrecked every bit of self-control he had.

“Look at me,” he said.

She opened her eyes.

“Good girl.”

She orgasmed hard, her whole body locking around him. Her back arched and a cry tore from her throat as she came around his cock. The sensation nearly dragged him over with her, but he held on, slowing his thrusts to let her ride through it while he clenched his jaw and fought for control. Before she could even come down from this orgasm, he flipped her over on hands and knees.

“Asterion,” she mewled, pushing back against him. “Please.”

He touched the tip of his cock against her entrance again. This time, he slid in much smoother. Gripping the fleshy globes of her arse, he thrust against her, building up his rhythm. From this angle, he could actually see his cock sliding into her, and he could barely keep it together.

“Fuck, Asterion…you feel so good.” Once again, she came, her pussy fluttering around him. How he managed to stop himself from coming, he wasn’t sure, but his determination to make her orgasm over and over again seemed enough.