Page 16 of A Minotaur Tale
At first glance, her room did, in fact, appear quite normal. She had a large canopy bed swathed in thick red curtains, and a few select pieces of furniture. Further inspection, however, revealed the humanoid depression in the wall where she could retreat into her mountain when she needed the pressure and quiet. According to others, though, it was highly odd. The true thing that had made others uncomfortable, and her self-conscious, in the past, was her collection of toys that sat above her bed.
Sculpted crystal phalluses and teasers lined the shelf above where she slept, ready to be retrieved at a moment'sneed, but outright beautiful of their own volition. She loved the array of sizes and shapes, colors and textures.
Asterion took it all in, his head cocking in curiosity when he looked at her depression. When he saw the head of her bed, however, his eyes widened... in interest?
Asterion licked his lips, and did his ears wiggle? Yes, he lowered his head, perhaps blushing a bit, but obviously interested.
“You’ve got quite the collection,” he observed.
“I’ve been alone for a long time.”
“You’ll have an even bigger one now that you aren’t.”
And there it was.Thatwas truly the essence, the perfection of Asterion. He didn’t question who she was, because–wonder of wonders–helikedwho she was.
“Will I, now?” she asked.
“I don’t think it’s any surprise that I like spoiling you, Sugar Plum. And I like spoiling your pussy best of all.”
He knelt at the end of the bed, licking his lips, his eyes flicking between her and her toys as if torn. “I’ll have to investigate those further at some point, but let’s get back to the subject at hand. My favorite subject. You.”
Leaning over, he reached beside her to grab a pillow. Lifting her head, he slipped it underneath.
Cora could not have feigned disinterest if she tried. Her mouth hung open and her eyes tracked his every movement as if her life depended on it. She gasped when he cradled her foot in his thick palm, lifting it, and her slipper, so gently, so reverently, that it made her breath stutter. With those same, worshipful hands, he slipped behind her back, untying her skirts and sliding them down the bed beneath her. Cora took the opportunity to unlace her stays, allowing them to flop down onto the bed on either side of her. Asterion snapped his hungry eyes back to her, licking his lips and devouring the soft mounds of her breasts outlined in the thin fabric.
Asterion draped her dress over a chair set at the corner of her room and placed her foot on his chest, nestled between his pectoral muscles, teasing the edge of his chiton. He slipped a finger inside and tickled her arch with a wicked smile before sliding it off. Cora squirmed, giggling.
With her slipper placed gently on the floor beside him, Asterion glided his hands up her calf. He met her gaze, watching her every reaction, as if ensuring that all was well. The scrutiny stole her breath and made her heart flutter. His large hands reverently consumed each inch of her flesh until he’d pushed herchemise up to reveal her thighs. In addition to the dress, he’d also included a set of stockings so paper thin she could feel each minute shift of his hands on her. At the top, they were scalloped, mimicking the pattern of her dress, though not beaded.
Asterion licked his lips, as if she were a meal to be consumed.
“I hoped I’d be able to see your veins through them,” he whispered. He traced one such vein of gold with his finger, as if mapping the path to her heart and her pleasure. Then, with a gentle tug, he began rolling the thin fabric down her thighs and lowered his head to trace the same vein of gold with his lips. His kisses were brief and soft, teasing rather than consuming. He lavished her with attention, and when he reached her foot and pulled the stocking off, both of them were flushed and breathing heavily.
“I can’t tell you how often I dreamed of these legs,” he whispered against her other leg, where he was poised to repeat the process.
Cora shook her head, it was more than she could have ever imagined. The soft caresses across her skin, the tender words, and most importantly, the disbelieving expressions he kept giving to match her own.Thiswas everything. Someone who truly seemed tobelieve themselves as lucky as she did when it came to being with her. It was what she’d always wanted. It was what she’d always deserved.
Tears pricked at her eyes, and she blinked them back. No, she would not become overwhelmed in this moment, she would not allow herself to be overcome with emotion. Sheneededto be here. To feel all the tender acceptance in Asterion’s touch.
Once both of her stockings lay draped across her dress, Asterion returned his hands between her legs, his eyes focused, strangely, along the end of the bed, rather on her. She didn’t need to wait long to see what he was looking at though, because she felt the chain move against her core when Asterion picked it up. He rolled the delicate chain between his blunt fingers, a slow smile spreading across his face. Even with just that, the small twists of it tickled the front of her chemise and sent fissions through where it teased her clit.
“I’m beginning to see the appeal of these chains,” she panted.
“This chain is gorgeous, but I’d rather see it against your skin.” His hands tracked higher, but Cora was pulsing with need and had no time or patience for his slow exploration. Instead, she stood, putting the chain, and his ring, level with his face, and whipped herchemise over her head. Her nipples pebbled at the sensation and then she was completely exposed to him.
Wide hands grasped her hips and Asterion’s thumbs toyed with the chain on either side of his ring. His gaze seemed riveted there, thumbs and eyes fixated on the chain that claimed her. Asterion tipped his head back, his tousled hair falling away from his forehead. Asterion tucked his thumbs underneath the chain and slid it up her body, until they teased the undersides of her breasts.
“I–” Asterion shook his head, though he was careful with his horns. “I never thought we’d actually get here. That you’d be wearing my chain.”
He sniffled, and his eyes were watery when he next met her gaze. How could a man this beautiful ever think such a thing?
“Truly? Asterion, you are–perfect? How could I do anything but end up here, with you? I was already half in love with you, though I would never have admitted it, when you started this magical scenario.”
“Well, I do love that…” He ran the tip of a finger along the underside of her breast, making her shiver.
Cora gasped, as the rush of sensation heightened. She buried her hands in his hairand breathed deep. The mistletoe, tied on his horn, caught her eye, and she slipped it off the top. She lowered it, so that it was between them, and twirled the spring.
“So, this mistletoe…” she started, feeling bold. “What if I held it, say… here?” She moved it until the clipping hung over her nipple. “You’d have to kiss me there?”