Chapter Twenty-Four

Stephanie

“Tell your Alexa to play ‘The Talurine Sea’,” I breathe between gasps as his attention to my nipples ramps me higher.

I may have been a disco girl before I met him, but my favorite music is now anything performed by Labyrinth. My favorite song? “The Talurine Sea.” I’ve masturbated to it at home, with its pounding beat that intertwines with the ethereal sound of the stringed khu’rinn. Although I don’t know what An’Wa looks like, that song makes me imagine the depths of a primeval forest filled with one powerful, caramel-colored minotaur.

Something about the music now swirling around us helps my inhibitions dissolve. Instead of fighting my desires as I have for weeks, I embrace them, allowing my most primitive desires to leap to the forefront.

I roll from my side to my back, urging him with me, instinctively knowing that he’ll manage to put some of his weight on his elbows and knees as he doesn’t miss a beat with the amazing things he’s doing to make me as hot as a Carolina Reaper chili pepper.

He grinds his hard ridge right where I’ve been dying to feel it. Though he doesn’t remove his mouth from the rigid tip of my breast, he croons, “Like that, Steph?”

“Mmm.” Although I love those words coming out of his otherworldly mouth in a gravelly tone I’ve never heard before, I have no need to speak in anything other than wordless monosyllables.

“Yeah? Like my cock between your thighs?”

I can answer without words. I settle my soles onto the mattress and use them to thrust up to meet him, so I can ride him harder though I’m underneath his weight.

My fingers have been sliding through the ruff at his neck, but he urges, “Touch my horns, sweet.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice, although it does increase the level of difficulty as I have to split my attention three ways between nipples, clit, and exploring those sexy horns of his. The moment I grip them near his skull, he lows from deep in his throat, the rumble tickling out from where his mouth is still sucking at my nipple, rippling from my spine and up to the top of my head.

“Fuck!” I guess I can articulate complete words after all. I might as well say it again. “Fuck, Alfie. Your horns feel pleasure?”

“Figure it out.”

With that, he flicks my nipple with the tip of his tongue so swiftly that I manage to not only neglect his horns for a moment but forget the amazing things his steel-hard cock is doing to the cleft between my legs.

He has to stop moving before I get the hint and circle one hand around each of his horns, then use a jacking-off movement until his body shivers with excitement.

The music rises to a crescendo as another layer of drums joins the mix. The beat is so loud, or maybe it’s how good his expensive sound system is, but it reverberates through the room and into my flesh, again taking me back to my primitive origins.

“I want…” Saying words is so hard, but I force myself. “I want this to last forever, Alfie.”

“Mmhmm.”

Oh. I just gave him the wrong idea. I need to finish my thought.

“But I need to feel you inside me. Now.”

Reluctantly, I release his horns, slide my hands down his velvety pelt, pop open the button, and pull at the waistband of his jeans.

“I’m big,” he warns, as though I hadn’t given it a moment’s thought. Doesn’t he realize I lost sleep last night, half in trepidation and half in desperation as I asked myself that question?

“How big?” I try to yank his pants lower.

Instead of helping me divest him of his pants, he grasps my wrist and muscles it under his waistband, abandoning his grip when it rests on his cock.

No underwear. I’m not surprised.

“This big.” His gravelly voice rumbles, causing goosebumps to erupt across my flesh.

His gaze finds mine as he watches my face, the tiny muscles around his eyes are tight, his only tell that he’s worrying about my reaction.

“Mmm. Yeah. This big alright.”

He had perfect aim, depositing me right under the plump head of his cock so the pad of my index finger landed on his wet slit.

“A present? For me, Alfie?”

I swipe it quick, as though he might forbid me before I accomplish my goal. Swift as a hummingbird’s wings, I yank my hand from his pants, bring my finger to my lips, then pause, making sure he’s staring straight at me as I swipe the generous dollop with my tongue.

I suck my digit in and out of my mouth, a parody of cock sucking, although I’d like something much, much, much thicker to slip between my lips.

“Earthy, potent, musky with a hint of salt.” I smack my lips. “I could develop a taste for this.”

His breath huffs out of his mouth, but he hasn’t relaxed. He must still be waiting for my pronouncement about his size.

“I’m reserving judgment about how big you are until after you’re inside me. Don’t. Make. Me. Wait.”

His eyes widen and it doesn’t seem like a trick of light for their amber color to flare as though they’re lit from within.

He rolls off the bed, and rips off his jeans as he orders, “Take off your pants if you don’t want them ripped.” In different circumstances, that tone could be deadly. There’s no doubt he’s a man of his word.

The moment my pants and panties have been tossed to the floor, he doesn’t give me a chance to look at the package between his thighs before he flips me onto my stomach, then covers me with his shaggy body. I don’t know how he does it, because though not even an ounce of his weight is on me, I feel every inch of his chest along my back.

“I’m desperate to taste you, Steph, but I want to show you I can take orders at the appropriate time. You want me inside you; I’m happy to oblige.”

He moves me like I’m a doll, setting me on my knees, but keeping my shoulders on his blue bedspread. Like this, my ass is exposed, feeling the gentle breeze of his movements.

“Look at those pretty, pink folds.” His voice is hushed, as though he’s in a temple.

He must be gripping his cock, because he uses it to slide up and down my slit. I’m so drenched, the soft, wet sounds make their way to my ears over the powerful drumbeats of the “The Talurine Sea” weaving around us.

“Look how wet you are for me.”

My weight is on my knees and shoulders, so he easily grabs one of my hands, pulls it to my dripping channel, and maneuvers me to touch myself, pressing one of my fingers inside my core. After a moment of this, he rearranges our hands so my palm is on the back of his hand.

“Use my hand. Teach me how to make you come with it. Just what you like, Steph. How hard, how fast, and the exact spot.”

My face flames with embarrassment even as I try to push that away. I remind myself we’re in the forest on An’Wa. He’s a powerful minotaur. There are no rules here. Only pleasure.

I show him just how I like it, though something isn’t right. I’m not getting there. Placing his lips at my ear, he orders, “Do it exactly the way you like, Steph.”

This gives me permission to be more forceful, to move him the fraction of an inch I need to position him perfectly. I’m sure he knows the moment I get him to the right place, because my hips buck, and I release a little moan.

“There we go, little one. Exactly like this?”

“Mmhmm.”

He softly bats my hand away because, at this point, I’m superfluous. With that, he notches himself at my entrance from behind and, without his hand missing a beat, he slowly barges in.

“Fuck.” I made the word eight or ten syllables, making it abundantly clear that I’m loving this.

His cock isn’t big. It’s huge. Maybe that’s why he’s entering me from the rear. I might have lost my shit if I’d seen it before he tried to put it inside me. I’m not complaining now, though. It feels fantastic.

It’s so big, I can feel the stretch as it slowly pierces into me. His hand is circling the side of my clit as perfectly as if I were doing it myself. His cock is easing into me with single-minded purpose. When he places his mouth over my right shoulder and bites, I come without warning.

I’m not sure if he broke the skin or not. My mind isn’t capable of assessing that right now. How could it when I’m flying in the best orgasm of my life?

I bite the pillow my head has been lying on, trying to stifle my pleasured scream, but he manages to use his grip on my shoulder to lift me off it. He wants to hear it? Wants to hear me scream? With all the bliss swirling through me, it’s the least I can do.

My body isn’t just spasming, it’s bucking off the mattress as I switch from a scream to a low, guttural moan. He’s like a machine, pistoning into me. Somehow, he fought his way completely inside me. Now his heavy balls are slapping against his hand, adding more percussion to the soundtrack of our sex.

Surely my orgasm should be done by now. I feel it lag, but when he bites down the slightest bit harder, it summons the pleasure, which returns harder and stronger than it was a moment ago.

My throat is raw from screaming, and my shoulder feels something, but I can’t put my finger on whether it’s pleasure or pain. Although my clit is the epicenter of my ecstasy, the whirlwind of bliss swirls through me as my channel spasms, and my muscles clench all the way down to my toes.

Just when I wonder how long this can go on, he grunts, his hips thrusting the hard, slow pulses that signal his release. With his teeth still clamped on my flesh, he lets out a long, low bellow reminding me of his animal origins more than the fur pressing against my overly sensitive back.

He releases his teeth, then licks me slow and steady in a way that announces his affection more than mere words could possibly say. When he rolls us on our sides, his cock, still thick and surprisingly hard, stays inside me. I love that because I’m not ready for us to part.

“Did I hurt you, Steph?”

“You grew up with a politician and never learned to read a room? That was pleasure times a thousand, Foster. Bliss. Ecstasy. It’s divine. Stay inside me, babe, while I take a well-deserved nap.”

He tucks me even closer, though I thought we were already melded together, as he flips the bedspread over us.