The Minotaur's Prey: Dirty Monster Mates Book 1

Chapter 6: Maggie

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      "What is wrong with me?" I thought to myself as I peeked out my window for what seemed like the millionth time, searching for the beast that was not there. I should have been happy that he was finally gone. A normal person would have been overjoyed to be rid of the pest. Apparently, I was not normal at all. For five nights, I searched the darkness for him. I almost did the unthinkable, contemplating leaving my home, the only thing keeping me safe from the creatures of the night. I held out though.

Once again, I laid down, trying to find comfort with my own hand, but it just was not working for me. As I huffed out an exasperated breath, I felt him. We were connected in some unknown, creepy way. I did not understand why. For some irrational reason, I needed him. I hoped I would not regret what I was going to do because of the fact. Without even checking, I opened the door. There he was waiting on my porch. He knew I would come to him, driven crazy with need. The surprising part was that he looked crazed too. I did not know how a monster could appear restless, but he was.

In his shifted hybrid form, he was magnificent. His brown hair fell over his horns to his chiseled chin, and his gold eyes offered their own dangerous version of beauty. With a smirk, he addressed me. "Are you ready to accept me, sweet Brittany?" For a second, I remembered what he really was, and contemplated running back inside, locking him out forever. But that other small, okay not so small, part of me held me fast. I needed to do this. I had to see it through. If I did not, I knew I would go mad and that seemed worse then dying at the hands of my beast.

"If I let you in, will you kill me? If I ask you to go, will you?" I could not decide what question I wanted to ask the most. They all poured out of me, uncontrollably until he shushed me. Holding his tail to my mouth to quiet me, he spoke. "Maggie, I will bring you pain. I will not lie, but more than that I will bring you immense pleasure. A pleasure you have never known and will never again." I shivered as arousal pushed through me. In his demonic gravelly voice, he once again asked, "Will you let me in, sweet Mags?"

I could not say no. I led him through my door, not able to regret my decision in the slightest. His strong hands pulled me, my back to his chest, and I laid my head across him. Roughly, he tugged my hair, forcing my head back even further. "I will punish you, Prey, for making me wait so long. I am a very impatient male." It should not have, but at his threat, I grew so wet. Taking a deep breath, he laughed. "That pleases you female. You want me to mark you, do you?"

Instead of answering his question, I asked one of my own. "Where were you, beast?" Of course, he did not offer me an answer. Instead, he ripped my clothes from my body, leaving me completely in the nude. He quickly turned me and pushed me away, throwing my clothes into the fire I had burning. "You will remain naked in my presence, always. Do you understand, Prey?" Still, I said nothing. Attempting to defy him, I ran towards my room. He gave chase immediately, proving I was in fact seen as prey. "I agree. Let's take this to the room, female."

I tried to quickly shut the door in his face, but he was too fast, stopping it with his hoofed foot. I had not realized he switched back into his monster form, too preoccupied with running away. Stomping in the room, he quickly gripped me by my hair, just enough to sting my scalp. "Keep trying to get away, female. I like when you fight me."

He was terrifying in his minotaur form, standing half a foot higher than when in his shifted form, his eyes offering a menacing stare as he blew a cold blast of air in my face from his ringed snout. I felt my thighs grower wetter as he stood to his full height, heaving me onto the bed. Forcing me to lay on my back, he tied each of my limbs to the post on my bed using a soft ribbon-like tie. I was spread wide, wider than I thought possible, and another thrill passed through my body.

He approached me nude. Sometime in between entering the room and tying me down, he had undressed. He was built like a god, chiseled, and muscled beyond belief. Slowly, he brushed his tail up and down my body, soothing my tight muscles immensely, the knots magically started to fade away. I purred lightly, an unknown sound leaving my lips.

"You like this female? Are you enjoying my attentions?" Then, just as quickly as he had started, he stopped, lifting his tail from his body. "Too bad, you have been so naughty, Mags." At lightening speed, or so it felt, his tail struck my ass. I hollered out in pain, pain I had never felt before, never having been spanked in my life, even as a child. He continued swatting my ass, alternating between his tail and heavy hands, as I cried in pain. It went on for what seemed like forever.

Finally, after one last slap to my bottom, the monster untied me, freeing me from my restraints. I could not even move. Before I registered what was going on, he hefted me up into his strong arms, gently rubbing and caressing my swollen cheeks, easing the ache his limbs had caused. As he continued nurturing my wounds, he dipped his tail to my center, swiping it from front to back, gathering evidence of my orgasm. The tuft at the end of his tail was soaked. His retaliation had both offered me pleasure and pain, just like he said it would.

I was so ashamed. What kind of freak got off from being spanked by the monster haunting her? Apparently, me. Though my lower cheeks were still puffy and red from his abuse and tears still fell from my eyes, I wanted, no needed more. Not able to verbally speak my wishes, I rubbed my core against his naked front. I required another release.

I turned, holding onto his horns, as I continued moving my naked body up and down his, skimming my pussy over his inhumanely fat cock, moaning as I continued growing wet with anticipation. I trembled as his cock swiped from my clit to my lips, closing in on the entrance of my womanhood. I considered just getting it over with, dropping myself onto his dick, forgetting the pain that would accompany the intrusion. There was no time.

He carefully placed me back onto the bed, laying my legs across his shoulders. Dropping his head to my hot pussy, he spread my lips with his soft, thick tongue, licking me with a wild, practiced stamina. Without thought, I clutched his horns, moving my body in time with his tongue, panting heavily as I felt my core tighten. Feeling the rapture closing in, in the throw of passion, I cried, "Oh God, yes!" Chuckling, he removed his tongue. "Not God, Britt, Xorn."

I did not understand why he had stopped, especially when I was so close to cuming. As if reading my mind, he answered. "I can withhold your release, female. When you are riding my tongue, the only name to leave your lips better be mine. So, remember it well." With that, he blew small hot breaths against my pussy, torturing me. I whined at his torment, begging for him to continue working my core. Relenting, he continued devouring my pussy, sucking on my juices as he pushed his tongue into my entrance while flicking his thick digit against my clit. He lapped up my juices as if he was dying of thirst. With one last flick of his tongue against my insides and a hard tug of my clit, I let go. The most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced burst through me as I shouted his name, loud enough to wake up the whole city. "Xorn, yes, don't stop, please!" Licking me one last time from my pussy to my asshole, he freed me, whispering, "sweeter than I imagined", before disappearing as soon as the sun rose in the sky.