“Delicious,” he snarls, grabbing me again. “I can’t wait. I need you too badly, little human. I need to hear you scream like that again and feel your wet heat around me.”
He grabs his cock in his hand and presses it against my opening as I crane my neck to watch. The sight of his monstrous cock pressed against my human pussy is more exciting than it should be. I hold my breath at the stretch as he pushes inside and the subsequent bite of pain that comes from something so large sliding inside me. I mewl in pleasure, trying to rock against him, but he moves slowly at first, gently easing inside me as if he’s afraid to hurt me, so I do the only thing I can think of to make him hurry up.
“I bet Nero would already be fucking me,” I say, a dangerous dig.
Grimus’ nostrils flare, and his eyes narrow, and I know I’ve made trouble for myself. With his hand still around my throat and the other on my waist, Grimus pins me against the side of the spring and thrusts inside me, stretching until I cry out in pain. My cry is cut off by his lips, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip until I taste blood. He pulls out and thrusts into me again, splitting me in half, and I still ask for more.
“Grimus,” I cry, holding onto his horn with one hand and clinging to his shoulder with the other as he starts to fuck me hard against the wall. The water sloshes around us and splashes out, glistening like little jewels on his body in a way that makes me want to lick them off.
His hand begins to squeeze my neck. “Say his name again,” he threatens, his balls slapping against me with each thrust, adding to the feeling. Pleasure slams through me, and my body heats dangerously, even as I try to ride him harder, desperate for more. “I dare you.”
Maybe I have a death wish.
“Nero,” I rasp out, despite his hand on my throat. “Zetros. Bracken.”
He bares his teeth at me and squeezes tighter, cutting off my air. “You’re going to scream my name,” he demands. “Or I’m going to fuck you until you can’t scream at all.”
I seal my lips shut, my pussy clenching tightly around his length, and at those words and the lack of air supply, my body tenses. He releases my neck just as the orgasm slams into me and I scream out in pleasure, clawing at his back.
But I don’t scream his name.
“Stubborn. Little. Human,” he snarls with each thrust, rocking me hard.
He grabs me waist and steps up on the stone step to the left, lifting me out of the water, but he doesn’t pull out of me. He continues to fuck me as he lays me on the edge of the pool, my legs dangling in the water as he comes over me, fucking me into the ground.
“You’re going to wear my cum on your skin,” he promises, his thighs slapping against mine, the sound echoing in the large room.
“Yes,” I cry, reaching for him. When I try to grab his horns again, he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head with one hand, holding me hostage as he fucks me harder.
“Release your magic,” he orders.
The next orgasm begins to rise in my body, curling higher as he slides in and out of me, the chilly air pebbling my nipples as they beg for attention.
“I don’t know how!”
“Let go!” he snarls. “Now come.”
He plays my body like a fiddle, and I explode around him, my pussy milking his cock for the second time, but he still doesn’t stop, driving me higher and taking everything.
“Once more,” he says, leaning in to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. “Scream or I’m going to keep fucking you long into the night.”
Exhaustion is already pulling at my body. I won’t last much longer. The rising tide moves closer and threatens to finish me as he pumps harder inside me, faster, his nostrils flaring with each thrust as he looks down at me with desire and claims me like I’ve never been claimed.
My minotaur.
He reaches down and rubs my clit, stroking circles around it, and I begin to scream as he pulls the orgasm out.
“Grimus!” I cry, begging for release, begging for him. “Grimus!”
He grins down at me, pleased. “Good girl,” he murmurs and flicks my clit one more time. I shatter, only this time, it’s no normal release.
Something rises within me, and the flames of the candles around us grow larger and begin to spark as I shatter into a million pieces, Grimus’ name on my lips as I let go. The air becomes electric, illuminating the room as light explodes out of me and slams into Grimus. He grunts in pleasure and roars as magic consumes both of us.
He jerks out of me, his hot cum spurting across my abdomen as he coats me just like he promised, shot after shot until I’m covered from my chest down.
The candles all go out at the same time.
I’m panting, my limbs growing heavy as I lie here and stare up at him. He stares down at me in return, his expression softening at the look of wonder on my face. “Beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re beautiful.”
