Page 5 of Minding the Minotaur

That brings me back with a start. What am I indeed? A beast who should not be in the human world. An interloper, a fucking alien, in many senses of the word.

How could I even begin to explain this whole fucking debacle?

Maybe I should pretend I’m a human in fancy dress. I dismiss the idea at once. There’s no pretending that thesehorns and thick pelt and tail are fake. Nor is there anything fake about my cock, rock hard in my pants. If I don’t draw away quick smart, she’s going to feel the big bastard sticking right into her delectable human flesh.

If she hasn’t already.

Reluctantly, I peel my hand from her butt and slide it over the crest of her hip, my other hand hovering in case she screams again. To her credit, she seems calmer now, but it must be a freaking shock being accosted by a monster like me.

Fuck, now what? Guess an introduction is in order.

“Erm… Arlo, at your service,” I rumble in my deep baritone.

“Y- you’re a—a—” she stutters, her brows once again pleating as those baby blues rove over my face.

I blush as she stares up at me, which means my face goes a darker shade of brown above the ring of fur around my neck. I’m hoping that what she sees isn’t all bad. My eyes are deep brown and fringed with long lashes. I have a quality nose ring. Great horns. A nice smile, so I’ve been told.

“Minotaur,” I supply gruffly. Clearing my throat, I repeat, “I’m a minotaur.”

“R-right.” Her brows pleat. “I thought they were a myth.”

“That’s a bit of a misconception.”

“I see.” She sounds like she doesn’t see at all. How can I blame her? Other than the highest authorities, no-one in Sparkle City knows we exist.

My hand is still resting lightly on her hip. “I should let go of you.”

“You should.”

But still, we stay exactly where we are. A bubble of happiness rises up my throat—she isn’t pulling away, she doesn’t seem scared of me. “You won’t scream again?”

“I’ll try not to. It’s just, I’ve had a pretty shitty day and seeing you was?—”

“A shock,” I supply sympathetically.

She nods. I take a step back, reluctantly letting my palms slide to my sides. I feel the loss of her, like a physical tug in my chest… and in my nether regions too, to be honest, which are still twitching with excitement at her nearness.

“So… bad day, huh?” It’s such a mundane thing to say, but somehow it feels right. After seeing those tears and all.

She nods again and her lower lip wobbles. Another tear squeezes out of her left eye, and I suppress the urge to wipe it away with a thick digit. Or better still, lick it away with my tongue.

The protective urge I feel toward this human is overwhelming.

“I just got sacked,” she bursts out.

“Hell, you’re kidding.” I rub at my snout with a finger. “Where from?”

“DeVines department store.”

Ah.” I nod sagely. The Labyrinth supplies DeVines with all sorts of trinkets. The coin from those sales brings in a good slice of our yearly income. “The posh shop.”

“You know about it?”

“Heard of it in my… part of the world, yeah.”

“Where is your part of the world?”

I hesitate. Even the simplest of explanations seems an impossible task.