Page 16 of Minding the Minotaur (Monsters of the Labyrinth #1)
“It’s not your fault,” I reassure her. I would never blame Sammy for the authorities’ behavior; she’s been kept in the dark as much as we have. “Some of us do quite well out of the research projects. Like me. And at least we’ve got decent health.”
“I guess, but you pay a big price.”
“It’s all we know,” I say softly. “You get to accept it after a while.”
“You didn’t,” she points out. “You came to Sparkle searching for answers.”
“And I found you,” I add softly. Our eyes hold, and I know I’m in over my head. I can only hope she’s feeling the same. That this is more than lust for her too.
I break the intensity before I blurt out my feelings. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”
Peg, a no-nonsense goblin and the nurse specialist who oversees this place, looks momentarily taken aback when me and Sammy walk up to the reception desk.
Hardly surprising. There’s no mistaking that my companion is human. And there aren’t many of them here, even on level one.
But Peg is a true professional and recovers in seconds.
Besides, she knows I’m an anomaly here. Which is why my weekly appointment is scheduled when no other monsters are attending.
Only a small handful of folks know about this project.
Guess the humans don’t want word to get out that they use monster cum to assist their pregnancies.
That kind of thing has the potential to cause unrest.
“This is Samantha, she’s kind of looking after me for a month,” I explain to Peg.
After they’ve exchanged greetings, Peg gives me a sympathetic look. “Otis did mention something about you being… incarcerated.” She whispers the last word like it’s the name of a nasty disease. “Sorry to hear about that. ”
“Guess I deserved it,” I sigh. “But now of course, Sammy has to accompany me everywhere .” I waggle my brows to emphasize my point, and luckily Peg twigs.
“Oh, yes. Everywhere .” She taps the side of her knobbly nose. Peg used to work on the lower levels, there won’t be much she hasn’t seen.
I lean nonchalantly on the counter. “Luxury room for two, please. King-size bed.”
“No such luck,” Peg snorts. “I’ll go and prep the room for an extra person, though. Take a seat.”
We sit down in the empty reception area.
I side-eye Sammy and see her buttons pop open as she leans over and grabs a magazine.
I’ve been fluffed up pretty much since last night—even the feel of the towel after I showered made my cock stiffen—but now, as I catch an eyeful of her lush breast in that black lace bra, I’m rock hard in seconds.
No denying it, I am going to explode when we’re alone together.
Soon Peg comes back and ushers us into the treatment room.
“Not exactly five star, but I’ve shuzhed it up a bit,” she says gruffly.
I notice she’s set up the plinth in the center, with two chairs next to it, two vials (each about the size of a pint bottle), towels, tissues.
Lube discreetly placed next to the vials.
There’s a tiny little incense candle burning. The blinds are down. Soft music plays. Bless Peg’s goblin heart. She’s thought of everything.
Sammy and I look at each other.
“Sorry.” I smile ruefully. “It’s not the most romantic setting.”
As she starts to slowly unbutton her shirt, Sammy murmurs, “Well, let’s do our best to make it so.”
Watching her, my arousal goes from 0 to 100 in a millisecond.
The zipper of my jeans is about to scar my cock for life, and my balls are like two swollen lead weights.
In a flash, I’ve tugged off my t-shirt and my jeans and thrown them aside.
My boxers go next. My cock springs free, and Sammy sighs and reaches out a small hand, but I grit out, “Not yet, babe. Undress first. I wanna see all of you.”
Obligingly, she strips off her blouse and pants, then turns in her lacy undies and lifts her hair.
With shaking fingers, I undo her bra. I reach round and cup her tits and they fall like ripe fruit, heavy into my palms. A perfect fit.
She moans softly as I start to nuzzle around the nape of her neck.
Oh fuck, she feels so good.
She grins as she registers my hard-on grinding against her backside, then swivels round and immediately we’re kissing frenziedly, while my cock weeps pre-cum all over her belly. Then she kneels between my taut thighs and purrs, “This is a thank you for yesterday.”
Oh gods. I’m helpless. Totally at her mercy. Her face is bobbing between my legs as her fingers start to work up and down my cock, and we sure don’t need that lube because her hands slip and slide around in the copious pre-cum.
Shit. This isn’t going to take long.
“I wanna come between your tits,” I gasp, reaching for the vial off the bench.
With a low laugh, she rises on her knees and, leaning into me, sandwiches her tits around me and squeezes in some lube just for good measure.
And there I am, surrounded in heaven.
I arch back, clutching my cock and moving it between her pillowy flesh, gripping the vial ready in my other hand.
I watch my cock head moving between her lush orbs, her nipples hard pink peaks of arousal.
The lewd sound of my cock gliding in all that lube combines with her soft moans as she titty fucks me faster, harder.
Her hair flies around her bare shoulders, and she looks like a fucking goddess.
Biting her lip, she glances up at me to gauge my pleasure, her eyes midnight blue with her own arousal .
And her arousal is the biggest turn-on of all.
My orgasm gathers force, an electric storm building in my balls.
I watch as my cock swells between her white tits, dark and distended and shining with pre-cum, and then,…
oh gods of the deep, I—am—coming. I bellow all sorts of expletives as my release nearly blows my head off and great arcing spumes of cum cascade out.
Some hit the mark, some splatter over her tits.
It’s like a fucking tsunami, and we’re gasping and laughing as I tell her to grab the other vial.
Soon the second bottle is almost filled to the top with milky foaming minotaur cum.
Finally spent, I slump back on the chair.
Sammy laughs softly and prises both bottles from my clenched fists as my abdomen jerks with the aftermath of my orgasm.
And then she bends down and licks away the rest of my cum.
I slump back against the chair, unable to form words.
Luckily, Sammy speaks first. “That was amazing.”
“Fuck yeah,” I croak out of dry lips.
She grabs some tissues and cleans herself up, then starts to button her shirt.
“Wait. I wanna return the compliment.”
“I’m fine,” she says, but I know she’s horny as hell.
I gently take her hand and draw her up until she’s standing over my face. Then I part her legs with my palms until her pussy is splayed wide open. “Drop that sweet cunt onto my face and let me eat you,” I mutter.
She grips the back of the chair and widens her stance, bringing her lower still.
My tongue glides out and meets her dripping wet pussy, locating the swollen nub of her clit.
I tongue it hard and rough, pulling her buttocks to bring her even closer.
She’s panting, whining, gyrating, sobbing my name, and I feel her vulva pulsing against my mouth, so close to release .
On instinct, I jam my thick tongue deep inside her and curl it on her G-spot, and that does it. Sammy screams (thank fuck the clinic walls are soundproofed), her pussy spasms and her cum spurts onto my tongue like nectar.
I gulp it all down as she grasps my shoulders to support herself, whimpering softly.
After a few more moments with only the sound of our sighs and my soft lapping at her core, she says, “Sorry, I must have drowned you.”
Reluctantly, I move out from beneath her pussy and slap my lips. “Yeah, but nowhere near as much as I’d have drowned you if it wasn’t for those vials.” I laugh.
She slumps onto my lap, and we stay there on the chair, hugging. Even now, my spent cock manages an enthusiastic little twitch.
Because eating out Sammy is, once again, the best experience of my life. How many best experiences am I allowed, I wonder.
I know that when I finally get to fuck her proper, it will be the cherry on the top of the best experiences I’ve ever had.
Ten minutes later, cleaned up and both demurely dressed, we walk out of the room and down the corridor to reception.
Peg quirks an eyebrow.
“All done?”
“Yep, two vials.” I grin a little sheepishly as I lean against the counter.
“I popped them in the fridge,” Sammy adds, and to her credit, she doesn’t even blush.
“I’ll sort out a double payment then.” Peg beams.
As we turn and head for the door, Peg calls out, “Maybe you should bring your minder again next time.”
I hear Sammy snicker as we walk out to the waiting car.