Page 18 of Minding the Minotaur (Monsters of the Labyrinth #1)

A RLO

Woo hoo, today is clinic day.

I wake up with the usual humungous hard-on, but also a humungous grin splitting my face.

I’m going to get some sweet relief, with my beautiful human administering it. Not that I’m counting the minutes or anything, but holding off for a whole week has been like scaling a mountain with icy hooves.

There’s no denying I’ve had the best time pleasuring Sammy.

I feel we’re at a stage where we can soon take things further.

Her sweet pussy is malleable and receptive.

Ready for my cock, as long as I take care, use lube, prepare her with the kind of foreplay we’ve been having.

And when we’ve finally shared that magical mate bonding, I’ll tell her how I really feel.

That I’ve fallen in love with her. That I want to be with her forever.

I’ll get down on one knee and beg her to stay with me here in the Labyrinth, as my mate.

Sure, I don’t know of a single other human-monster couple in the whole of the Labyrinth. But change has to start somewhere, and why not with us?

And sure , there’s also the small fact that I have to pay another lot of school fees for Clarisse’s brood.

But then we’re done for a while. And after that, I’ll find another job, go back to manual work in the mines if need be, because I can’t keep giving away my precious seed anymore. That belongs to Sammy now. To us.

As I soap myself vigorously in the shower, I’m already fantasizing about how we’ll make this place more like a real home. I’ll let her choose how to decorate our bedroom, we’ll turn the room she’s now in into a nursery for our first youngling…

My happiness is like an overflowing cup… just as the vials will be at the clinic today.

After our usual croissant breakfast, we’re in the car on the way to the clinic, Sammy seated demurely next to me in the blue uniform that I’ve so loved tearing her out of this past week.

Our fingers intertwine in a sensual foreplay, and she leans into me so that her head is just touching my shoulder, the soft, sweet scent of her freshly washed hair filling me with images of summer days that I’ve never known. I close my eyes and breathe her in.

Tippy is driving us today because Len is working elsewhere on level one, and she keeps the glass partition closed and the curtain drawn. I’m pretty sure she knows something is going on between me and Sammy. I guess she’s pleased that I’m not making so much fuss about my food anymore.

At the clinic, I can barely wait for Peg to show us to our room. After a week of abstinence, I’m in agony.

As soon as the door closes, we exchange a look and then dive on each other, moaning and groaning as our tongues duel, tugging at each other’s clothes in a frenzy.

Managing to get my ass down on the plinth, I position her between the v of my thighs, and rip open the buttons on her shirt, exposing her lace bra.

With a groan, I dive my head onto each lace-outlined nipple.

She holds my head right there, grinding her hips into my cock all the while.

But when I reach for the zipper of her pants, she pulls away and I stare up at her, bereft.

“It’s not about me today,” she says huskily. “This is all for you, Arlo.”

I watch, salivating, as she goes down on her knees and releases my swollen, weeping member. It’s an angry red at the head, shining, the skin is so taut and lubricated with my pre-cum. The vein throbs, painfully distended on the side, and my balls are like fucking cannon balls.

I throw back my head and let out an ooph as she binds my cock with her fist, using my pre-cum as lube. I watch as she starts to expertly stroke up and down my length.

When I let out a low, desperate sound, she murmurs, “Hold on for me, big guy, I’ve got more for you yet.

” And then, the witch, she glides her fingers over the tip, sliding the pad of her thumb over the glistening wet slit.

I’m panting, my cock so sensitive to her touch it’s almost agonizing, the ache growing in my balls, and tingles of lightning spreading through my whole body as she works me.

She keeps up the sensual assault, her touch perfect, as if she can sense the hot spots that will send me into a frenzy. All I can do is grab the sides of the plinth and grit my teeth, trying to hold on, to prolong this fucking fantastic gift from my human.

I glance down through heavy eyelids once or twice, but the sight of her full lips on my swollen cock, her hair falling like a golden fountain around her shoulders, is too much, and I have to shut my eyes.

Visuals will tip me over the edge too fast. And I want so much to prolong this moment.

Heck, it’s been days of rigid self-discipline, and when the dam breaks it will be a tsunami.

I judder as she really gets into her rhythm, flicking her tongue over the tip while her fingers fly round my shaft. She’s speeding up, her touch growing firmer, sensing that my cock is ready to explode.

My hooves scrape the ground, my jaw works, and I let out a volley of grunts, my massive hands landing hard on her shoulders, fingers digging in. “Oh gods, babe, I’m so close.”

And then she fucking edges me. With a wicked smile, she deserts my desperate cock, that sits begging and weeping and twitching, and strokes up onto my belly with her palms, one hand still lightly cupping my balls.

I’m so desperate now, I grab my cock to try and force it back, but she laughs and bats me away.

I groan in delicious, exquisite agony as she strokes all around the base, around my twitching thighs, while my deserted cock leaks like it’s fucking sobbing.

And finally, oh sweet goddess, I let out a juddering sigh as she takes hold of my cock, lowers her head and takes me in her mouth.

Tugging back her long hair, I watch, mesmerized, for the finale.

She stretches her lips over me and plunges my length deep into her throat and I cry out and arch back as she does it again.

Back to the tip she goes, swirling her tongue on my slit, and then she swallows my girth and length, back and forward, round and round, fingers joining the wet heat of her tongue on the sensitive spot on my frenulum, until I am shouting incantations to gods that aren’t even mine.

As she hits the perfect speed and rhythm, I slam my hooves into the ground and my fucking ass lifts completely off the plinth as my release races to the finish line.

And then I remember, I’m here on the job.

“Holy fuck—get the fucking vial,” I beg desperately.

I hear her soothing. “It’s okay babe, I got this.

” I feel the cold glass against my hot dick, and I shout, “NOW. FUCK. YES. BABE. NOW.” And then the pleasure takes over and all I know is that I’m offloading a whole week’s worth of my seed.

I let out a huge roar as the thick ropes of cum fill that bottle right up to the rim.

Quick as a flash, Sammy replaces it with another bottle, and I fill that too.

As I lean back, finally spent, I hear my gorgeous human giggle softly as she moves between my thighs, licking my cock clean of the final remnants of my release.

Then she snuggles back up to my chest and I lie back, pull her on top of me, and we cuddle right there on the narrow, hard bed.

“How was that?” she asks.

“The fucking heavens moved. You are a sorceress.”

“I owed you so many.” She dimples up at me. “I’m just sad about one thing, though.”

“What’s that, babe?”

“That I didn’t get to swallow.”

When I’ve got my breath back, I do my best to persuade Sammy to let me return the favor. I know that look of need on her beautiful face so well now, her swollen lips and bright eyes. The flush on her cheeks.

But after kissing me tenderly on the lips, she moves away and starts buttoning up her blouse.

I give her a wheedling look, reaching out and pulling at the hem of her shirt. “C’mon sweet, I know you need it.”

“Laters, baby,” she murmurs softly, tucking her shirt in. And truth be told, I’m so limp from my humungous release, I let her get away with that. “I just wanted to give you a gift.”

“Oh boy, you sure have,” I sigh on a satisfied yawn.

After the payments are sorted and we’re in the car heading home, I realize two things.

I’m freaking starving, and it’s Friday. My mates will be at Digger’s Diner playing cards, and I want to introduce Sammy to them.

More than anything. A demon of daring has clearly been released with my two vials of come, because I pull back the glass partition and say to Tippy in a confident tone, “Take us to the back room of Digger’s Diner, please, Tip. I need food.”

She glances round, frowning. “If you’re hungry, I have mallow root snacks in my bag.”

“No offence Tip, but—” I put a finger down my throat in a gagging motion.

Tippy’s amber eyes widen in mock outrage in the rear-view mirror. “They’re packed with vitamins,” she throws back.

Next to me on the seat, Sammy’s looking at me, her eyes round. “Arlo!” she hisses, “What if Otis finds out?”

“He won’t, it’s a private room where me and the boys play poker. And Danny Digger will keep our secret. He’s tops, that old goat.”

She grins. “Literally, he’s a goat?” she asks.

“An old gnarly fawn, yes. Trust me.” I give her a little nudge, and she leans forward and says, “I’m sanctioning it, Tippy. Just for an hour, and I will be with him the whole time. I’ve got the zapper if he tries to escape.”

I give her an outraged look, and she prods me in the ribs with her fingers with a wink. It’s fun, the game we’re playing.

Tippy doesn’t answer, but instead of heading for my house, she turns into the left tunnel toward the main markets, where Digger’s Diner is.

I give Sammy a thumbs-up, waggling my brows. She grins back, excitement in her eyes as she pins her face to the window, ready to watch this part of the Labyrinth unfold.

“We’re coming up to the markets, prepare to be blown away,” I say.

As we head toward the central trading zone, the light gets brighter with the many sconces. Little shops are visible, apothecaries, bakeries, and ironmongers, their doorways lit up to welcome customers inside. I point out different species to her, most of which of course she hasn’t seen before.

A centaur proudly trotting past with his bags of shopping on his back, pannier-style. A hippogriff and her daughter, combing through a bargain bucket. A whole heap of little pixies on a school outing, their eyes glued to the sweet shop window and being hurried along by their pretty fae teacher.

“They are the sweetest,” Sammy exclaims, turning to me, her face full of awe. “Monsters are so… so beautiful.”

I waggle my brows at her. “Don’t get any ideas about swapping me out for a better model.”

She turns and mock glares at me. “Never. You are the most beautiful of all of them.”

I smirk. “Okay, I’ll admit it, I was fishing for that.”

As the road widens out to the central market zone, Tippy has to dodge trikes and other small vehicles.

Sammy’s mouth gapes as she stares at the different stalls hawking their wares.

The food markets are full of bright colors, and lush-looking fruit and vegetables.

She places her palm against the window, as if she’d like to push right through it and get out into the colorful throng.

“It’s incredible, I—I would never have known.” She turns to me, wide eyed. “Where do you grow your fruit and veggies?”

“Under lights in vast market gardens on the edge of level one.”

“That’s just like in Sparkle. They have massive market gardens to the south of the city too, near where my parents live.”

When I don’t answer, she looks at me sharply. “Don’t tell me, monsters taught humans how to grow fruit and vegetables too.”

“Pretty much.”

She growls vehemently. “I hate Sparkle. ”

I shake my head. “Your mom and dad and your friends are there.”

“But I’m so much happier here. And if I could bring Clem and Mom and Dad down here, then I’d be totally happy.”

“You would?” I ask, racking my brains for ways to bring three other humans into the Labyrinth with no good reason.

“How could I not be? Just look at this place,” she says, smiling. “It’s so vibrant and alive.”

“But not nearly as pretty as Sparkle,” I grumble.

“It’s so much more interesting here. And if all that prettiness is fake, what’s it worth?” she says sadly. “Oh, Arlo.” Her eyes well up. “We humans don’t deserve your sperm.”

“I know one who does,” I reply pointedly, and she presses a kiss to her finger and lays it on my lips.

My heart almost turns to liquid at how much tenderness there is in that tiny gesture.

Truth is, I still don’t quite believe I deserve her.

This beautiful human I met by chance in a parking lot, who fate has brought here to guard me.

Guardian angel, more like. Sammy is everything I’ve ever wanted in a mate—kind, sexy, giving, funny. The list just goes on and on.

She makes me want to be the best minotaur I can be.

To earn her love. Her respect.

To be the best father to our younglings… Gods, dare I even dream?

I realize suddenly that we’ve stopped moving. Tippy has parked the car round the back of Digger’s Diner.

Happiness fills my heart. Sammy is about to meet my three closest friends. It feels like this is really the beginning of our future together. And while I won’t be able to introduce her as my mate—yet—I’ll take a punt on them guessing.

“C’mon,” I say, flinging open the car door, my snout already twitching to the delectable smell of fried chicken, Digger style. “Let me introduce you to my best buddies.”