The Minotaur's Prey: Dirty Monster Mates Book 1

Chapter Five: Xorn

A/N: Video by Cloudy Hits on YouTube

The golden-brown haired female was going to drive me berserk. First, she completely teases me by playing with her luscious wet pussy right in my face. To make matters worse, she refused to allow me inside her domicile. It was pure torture scenting her craze-inducing musky fragrance. I was the monster. I was normally the one doing the torturing, controlling the board, until the female completely switched the game on me. No matter, I was secure in the fact that I was going to win this war between us.

For weeks, we continued this same game. I would come to her in the night, mounting her desire to absurd levels, only to be the one left ended hand, not counting my swollen cock, at the end of the night. Too tired to even agonize her at work, I stuck to the shadows when the sun was up. My one triumph of experiencing my own new personal hell was I fed on her nervousness. Everyday she wondered if I would finally leave her side, secretly wishing I would stay. Maggie really was the perfect prey, having very mixed feelings toward me, the ultimate predator. Pretending to push me away, she was pulling me even closer, stroking my obsession to her heat and innocence, causing it to burn even brighter.

After her latest move in our wonderful yet excruciating game of cat and mouse, I finally had enough! She looked at me with an unpracticed seduction. Stripping out of her clothes slowly and flipping her dirty blonde braided hair over her shoulder, Maggie began her tease by lightly squeezing her breasts. As they spilled over in her small delicate hands, she pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping ever so softly while offering me a heated stare.

Unhurriedly, she moved her hands down her stomach, rubbing over her thighs, and finally bringing them back up to her center. Growling, unconsciously, I pulled my cock from my slacks, and gave it a good, hard squeeze. I really was a glutton for punishment it seemed. I knew exactly how this would end. I considered sending her into another frenzy with my ability to control her arousal, when a brilliant idea came to mind. I did not know why I had not tried it before, but I had confidence that it would be successful in knocking my little innocent victim down a notch or two.

I would continue to watch her bring herself to completion, pleasuring myself in turn, but I would not offer her that crazed magic she needed to really work her up. As Maggie pushed apart her lower lips, working her fingers over her pretty, pink swollen nub, I pulled tightly at my phallus, working it with wild and reckless abandon. The stubborn female paused, giving me a questioning look as if asking me why I had not sent another bolt of want through her yet.

Unbeknownst to her, I would not. It was not working. I knew this would though. I stopped jacking my member and turned to leave. I heard the female move closer to the door as I took more steps away. "You know it is rude to leave a woman hanging, right?" I completely disappeared from her view, studying her. She became irritated, I watched her with a grin, as she replaced her clothes and stomped away in anger. If she would not give me what I desired the most, I would withhold what I just learned was necessary for her orgasms, my authority.

She got off on me controlling her pleasure and that exhilarated me all the way to my black soul. I mostly felt it in my cock. I was excited beyond words. I wanted to pull out my dick and slap it against her face, ejaculating on her as she jacked me off and played with her pussy simultaneously. Most of all, I wanted to punish her for tormenting me so. I would lay her across my lap, swatting her ass with my hands and tail. Only later, would I offer her solace and comfort. First, I had to get her to let me cross her alter. Only then, could the real fun begin.

I figured if I gave the female some time apart, that maybe she would come to her senses. Without even as much as a goodbye, I left. Heading far away from the small city in Virginia that Maggie called home, I chose to take a trip to Las Vegas. The Sin City offered a multitude of vile forms of pleasure.

I watched as the humans here sinned their hearts away. The first day was not too hard. I spent it terrifying the tourists, not accustomed to the wild side of the city. Indulging myself with liquors and spirits, I spent my time out of the light, getting belligerently wasted. It aided me in my nightly adventures. Truly, I was enjoying my little getaway.

It was not until my fourth night away, that I started feeling uncomfortable. A small part of me felt emptier than normal. Not even telepathically convincing casino-goers to throw away their hard-earned life savings was lifting my moods. They cried, not understanding why they had continued betting when their hands or chances were horrible. Normally, their down spirits would feed my shadow form for weeks. I felt nothing.

Typically, I would find me a female companion to take pleasure from and refuel my energy stores by draining them dry of orgasms and life forces. I could not even accomplish that. What was wrong with me? Was I punishing the human or myself? Was I going soft with age? Had the female debilitated me without me even realizing? I did not know, but something had to give. I could not continue this way. The only solution was for me to get what I craved so desperately.

I hoped Maggie was prepared. I intended to make her pay for what she had done to me. I would not remain in this weak state. "Sweet Mags, I am coming for you, delicious little morsel. I hope you are prepared."