Page 6 of The Minotaur’s Maze (Bathhouse Beasts #3)

"Such a good boy," Lakovos murmured, his free hand stroking down my spine. "So responsive, so willing to take anything I can give you."

I whimpered as he added a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously as my body adjusted. His fingers were larger than a human's, thick and long, reaching places inside me I didn't know could feel so good.

"Please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. "I need... I need..."

"Tell me what you need, Julian," he commanded gently, his fingers stilling inside me. "Use your words."

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to articulate the desperate desire coursing through me. "I need you inside me. Please... fuck me."

His approving rumble vibrated through his hand where it rested on my lower back. "Good boy. I think I’ll reward that honesty."

His fingers withdrew slowly, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. I heard the sound of oil being poured, then felt the blunt, massive head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite his thorough preparation, I tensed involuntarily at the size of him.

"Breathe," he instructed, one hand stroking soothingly down my flank. "I would never hurt you, Julian. Trust me. Let go of your fear."

I nodded, focusing on relaxing as he began to push forward. The pressure was intense, my body stretching around him in a way that balanced perfectly on the edge between pleasure and pain. He moved with exquisite patience, giving me time to adjust to each inch.

"So tight," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of his restraint. "And so delicious."

When he was finally seated fully inside me, both of us were panting.

I felt impossibly full, stretched around him in a way that made every nerve ending sing.

He remained still, allowing me to adjust, his massive hands stroking my back, my sides, my hips with reverent tenderness.

Inside me he throbbed, the shape of him so different than anything I’d ever experienced before.

His cockhead was thick and flatter than a human’s, pressing into all of the right places.

Meanwhile the thick fleshy ring around the center of his cock pulsed against my prostate, driving me wild with ecstasy.

"Fuck me," I finally whispered. "Please, I… I need it."

He started slowly, with shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as my body relaxed around him. Each stroke brushed against my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I moaned shamelessly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, wanting more, deeper, harder.

"That's it," he praised, his pace increasing. "Take what you need from me. Milk my cock with your beautiful ass.”

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I'd never been spoken to like this before, with such raw desire mixed with genuine care. His praise made something warm bloom in my chest even as his thick cock stretched me so perfectly.

"Yes," I gasped, rocking back against him with increasing desperation. "God, you feel so fucking good inside me."

His rhythm built steadily, each thrust deeper and more purposeful than the last. The thick ring around his shaft dragged against my rim with every stroke, creating a friction that had me seeing stars.

I'd never felt anything like it, the way he filled me completely, the way every inch of him seemed designed to drive me wild.

"Look at you," he rumbled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Taking my giant cock so well. You were made for this, Julian. Made to be worshipped. To be fucked ."

I whimpered at his words, my own cock bouncing between my legs with each powerful thrust. Pre-cum leaked steadily from my tip, creating a small puddle on the warm stone beneath me.

The altar's surface was slick now with oil and sweat, but I barely noticed anything beyond the incredible fullness and the building pressure in my balls.

"Harder," I begged, surprising myself with my boldness. "Please, I can take it."

His answering growl was purely animalistic.

His massive hands gripped my hips, and suddenly he was pounding into me with a force that made my teeth rattle.

The altar shook beneath us, but I didn't care.

All I cared about was the exquisite drag of his cock against my prostate, the way he claimed me so completely.

"Good fucking boy," he snarled, his voice deeper than before, more primal. "Tonight your ass is mine, Julian. Let me hear you say."

"Yours," I gasped, the word torn from my throat by a particularly deep thrust. "My ass is yours."

"Good boy." His pace never faltered, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my vision blur. "Such a perfect, obedient little slut."

I was drowning in sensation, in the feeling of being so thoroughly possessed. Every corporate worry, every impossible deadline, every sleepless night, it all dissolved under the onslaught of pure physical pleasure. This was what I'd been missing, what I'd been craving without even knowing it.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice strained with his own approaching release. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

My hand flew to my aching shaft, wrapping around it with desperate fingers. I was so close already, wound tight as a spring from his relentless fucking. Just a few strokes and I'd be?—

"Wait," he growled, his thrusts slowing to a maddening crawl. "Ask permission first."

The command sent a thrill through me that I didn't expect. "Please," I whimpered, my hand stilling on my cock. "Please let me cum," I gasped, my entire body trembling with need.

"Not yet," he rumbled, his massive cock still buried deep inside me, that thick ring pulsing against my prostate in a way that made my eyes roll back. "I want to savor this moment. You feel so perfect around me, Julian. So tight and eager."

I whimpered, my hand frozen on my aching shaft as he began to move again, slow, deliberate thrusts that had me teetering on the edge of madness. Every stroke sent lightning up my spine, but I held back, desperate to please him, to be his good boy.

"You're learning," he praised, his voice thick with approval. "Learning to surrender control completely. How does it feel?"

"Incredible," I breathed, the word barely coherent as he hit that spot inside me again. "I've never... god, I've never felt anything like this."

His massive hands stroked down my back, reverent and possessive at the same time. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To let someone else take charge. To stop thinking and just feel."

He was right. For the first time in months, maybe years, my mind was blissfully quiet. No spreadsheets, no impossible metrics, no CEO demanding miracles. Just this moment, this connection, this overwhelming pleasure that consumed every thought.

"Yes," I moaned, pushing back against him instinctively, feeling his massive balls pressed against my ass. "Yes, this is exactly what I needed."

"Honesty at last," he growled approvingly, his pace increasing slightly. "I can feel how close you are, how desperately your body wants release. Your ass is gripping my cock so tight, milking me."

I could only whimper in response, my entire world narrowed to the point where we connected, where his massive shaft stretched me so perfectly. The oil made every thrust smooth and deep, that incredible ring around his cock creating friction that had me seeing stars.

"Now," he commanded suddenly, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. "Cum for me, Julian. Show me how good I make you feel."

My hand moved frantically on my cock, the permission unleashing something desperate inside me. Within seconds, I was crying out as my orgasm crashed through me in waves. My ass clenched rhythmically around his shaft as I painted the stone altar beneath me with thick ropes of cum.

"Beautiful," he snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic as my contractions pushed him over the edge. "Such a good fucking boy."

I felt him swell even larger inside me, then the hot rush of his release flooding my ass.

He roared, a sound that was purely animalistic and filling the seemingly endless room.

His massive hands gripped my hips as he buried himself as deep as possible.

The sensation of being filled so completely, claimed so thoroughly, sent aftershocks through my already oversensitive body.

Even so, I felt his cum leaking out of me already, my body filled to capacity.

We stayed like that for long moments, both of us breathing heavily. I felt him soften slightly inside me, though he remained impressively large. His massive hands stroked my back with surprising tenderness, drawing patterns on my sweat-slicked skin.

"You did so well," he murmured, his voice gentler now. "You really are incredible."

I felt myself glowing under his praise, my body still tingling with aftershocks. When he finally pulled out, I whimpered at the loss, suddenly feeling empty. His seed trickled down my thighs, warm and thick and pooling on the stone altar below me.

"Turn over," he commanded softly. "I want to see your face."

I obeyed, rolling onto my back despite my trembling limbs. The stone altar was warm beneath me, somehow accommodating my body perfectly. Looking up at Lakovos, I was struck again by his magnificence. His amber eyes glowed with satisfaction, his massive chest heaving slightly with exertion.

"How do you feel?" he asked, one large hand coming to rest on my stomach.

"Incredible," I whispered truthfully. "Like... like everything that was wound up inside me finally broke free."

He smiled, the expression surprisingly gentle on his fierce face. "That's exactly what happened. You've been carrying tension for too long, denying your own needs."

His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, circling my navel, then moving lower to where my cock lay spent against my thigh. Even that gentle touch made me shiver with oversensitivity.

"The corporate world has convinced you that sacrifice is noble," he continued, his voice rumbling through me. "That burning yourself out for others is somehow virtuous. It's a lie, Julian."

I closed my eyes, letting his words wash over me. "I know. But what choice do I have? People depend on me."

"And who do you depend on?" he asked, echoing his earlier question. "When was the last time you allowed yourself to be vulnerable? To ask for help? To take care of yourself?”

The question hit me like a physical blow. I couldn't remember. For years, I'd been the one people came to with problems, the fixer, the responsible one. The idea of leaning on someone else felt foreign, almost forbidden.

"I... I don't know how," I admitted, my voice small.

Lakovos leaned down, his massive form casting me in shadow. "You're learning now," he said, pressing his forehead gently against mine. The contact was strangely intimate, more so than the sex we'd just shared. "This is the first step."

His scent enveloped me, masculine and earthy with hints of something wild I couldn't name. I breathed him in, feeling something loosen further in my chest.

"Why me?" I asked. "Why did you call me here?"

He pulled back slightly, his amber eyes studying my face. "The Maze chooses those in need. And you, Julian, were drowning.”

His words struck me with their truth. I had been drowning, sinking deeper every day under the weight of impossible expectations and corporate indifference.

"Will I remember this?" I asked, suddenly worried that this magical experience would fade like a dream once I left the maze.

Lakovos smiled, running a gentle hand through my hair. "You will remember what you need to. The details may blur, but the feeling, the release, the understanding, that will remain."

I nodded, strangely comforted by his answer. Part of me wanted to stay here forever, in this impossible place where time seemed meaningless and my only responsibility was to feel pleasure. But another part knew I would eventually have to return.

"Rest now," he murmured, his massive form shifting to lie beside me on the altar that somehow expanded to accommodate us both. "And when you wake, don’t forget what you’ve learned here."

I turned into his warmth, my body fitting perfectly against his much larger one. His arm draped over me, protective and possessive at the same time. The weight of it was comforting rather than confining.

"Thank you," I whispered against his chest, breathing in his earthy scent.

"No need for thanks," he rumbled, the vibration of his voice traveling through my body. "I was happy to serve you.”

As I drifted toward sleep, I felt his hand stroking my back in long, soothing motions. For the first time in years, my mind was quiet, the constant chatter of deadlines and metrics and impossible demands silenced by his touch.

I woke slowly, consciousness returning in gentle waves.

The first thing I noticed was warmth surrounding my body and the scent of eucalyptus filling the air.

My eyes fluttered open and I found myself not on the stone altar in the maze like I expected, but in the same private bath I’d been to earlier that night.

I reached up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before I glanced about. I was alone.

Immediately I began to doubt. Had I dreamed the entire thing? Was my whole night at the bathhouse just a hallucination? And Lakovos… was he just a figment of my imagination?

Shaking my head, I pushed myself up on the edge of the bath.

I felt several sensations in my body all at once.

My muscles were sore, my cock was entirely spent, and my ass…

Well, it was stretched and sore in the best way possible.

I reached down between my legs, pressing a finger against my hole just to make sure I wasn’t making it up.

But when my fingers came back sticky and covered in minotaur cum, I realized something important.

It was real.

A smile spread over my face as I leaned back against the cool tile, letting myself bask in the afterglow of the best sex of my life.

Tomorrow I was going to start putting myself first. I was gonna quit my job and leave that world of corporate stress and bullshit behind me.

And then I was going to come back to the bathhouse and find that maze again.

Lakovos hadn’t seen the last of me.

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