“No, nothing as gross as that.” He snapped his fingers.
Dana’s landlady entered the room. It occurred to her that she must be in the basement of her landlady’s home. Staring up at the unfinished rafters, Dana wondered if she could make it up the stairs before anyone stopped her.
“Is it time?” the landlady asked.
Dana couldn’t think of her name anymore, a memory that had been gobbled away by the situation.
“It is. You did a splendid job.” He motioned with his hand, and the woman collapsed on the floor, a smile on her face. He turned to Dana. “You see, I have need of your services. Two hours ago, I killed you. Naturally, your soul left your body and went somewhere else. That’s how it is for people like you, so eager to reunite with loved ones. I allowed you some time with your beloved Ms. Winters before reanimating your corpse and trapping your soul inside of it. If you do my bidding, I release you and your happily ever after continues.”
“Wait. I’m trapped in my own body?” Dana looked at herself. “I don’t feel that different.”
“For now.” He yawned. “I apologize. I’ve been up all night tracking you down, and the magic has tired me. My name is Daryl. I’m your creator, your messiah, your god. And if you don’t do exactly what I ask of you, I will leave you like this for the rest of eternity, going mad inside of a rotting body.”
“Leave me like what?” Dana was suddenly aware that she was neither hot nor cold. The room just sort of existed around her.
“Ugh. You’re a little slow, aren’t you?” Daryl crossed his arms over his chest, a look of arrogance on his face. “I’ll give you the CliffsNotes. I am a very powerful man who has used forbidden magic to turn you into a zombie. And not one of those shitty brain eaters you see in the movies. Well, not yet anyway.” Daryl laughed. “Now, I’m only going to ask this once. Do you want to see your beloved Alex again?”
Tears forming in her eyes, Dana nodded.
“Good. Then you will do exactly as I say.”
The Minotaur glared at Beth, each puff of his loud, hot breath causing her heart to pound. He contemplated her from a distance, his hand tightening on his weapon. His large, curved horns glistened in the moss light, and he let out a blast of hot breath through his nose, his golden nose ring twitching.
“What do I do?” Beth asked Abella.
“Run! Get away!”
“That’s just it.” Beth stepped off the pile of rubble. “I’m too tired to run. This place is full of traps, and if I try to get away, he will catch me.”
“Then fight!”
“I don’t want to do that either.” Beth wasn’t stupid. The Minotaur had the physique of an action movie star, carved of solid muscle. He wore only a loincloth, which left very little to the imagination. “I have no idea how to fight.” She held the spear to her side and dropped it, the wood clattering to the floor.
“Beth!” Abella yelled.
“It’s okay,” Beth said. “It’s going to be okay.” She was watching the Minotaur closely. Though he carried a giant ax, he wasn’t holding it aggressively. While intimidating, it occurred to her that the Minotaur seemed more curious about her than aggressive. “My name is Beth. Do you have a name?”
The Minotaur snorted, tensing up.
“No, it’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you or cause problems. I was brought here by someone else against my will.”
The Minotaur tilted his head. When he spoke, his voice was a low rumble that made Beth think of James Earl Jones’s voice with a rough edge to it. “You aren’t here for the treasure?” He looked uncertain.
“No. I don’t even know about the treasure, and I don’t want to know.”
“Are you the new Caretaker?”
Beth recognized the term as one Abella had used. “No. The new Caretaker is here, but I’m not him.”
“She wants the new Caretaker.” The Minotaur lowered his ax. “Can you take me to him?”
“I have no idea where he is.” Beth gestured around her. “The Labyrinth has him.”
“Hmm.” The Minotaur appeared to be lost in thought for several seconds. “You are not afraid of me.”
“I am, a little,” Beth admitted. “I’ve never met a Minotaur before, and you are quite…large.”
“I like how you talk to me.” The Minotaur approached the pile of rubble. He grabbed one of the stones and dragged it away a few feet before easily flipping it over. He sat on it, his loincloth shifting. Beth’s eyes widened at the sheer size of his penis, which then vanished back beneath the cloth. “She does not speak as kindly to me as you do,” he said.
“She who?” Beth asked.
The Minotaur regarded her for several seconds, apparently contemplating his answer. “The lady of the Labyrinth.” The Minotaur set down his ax. “She commands, so I must obey.”
From where she stood, Beth could see the Minotaur’s eyes briefly glaze over. The way he had said those words led her to believe that something more was going on. “Do you have a name?”
“My name?” He pondered for a second. “It has been so long since I have spoken my name. My name is Asterion.”
“Well, Asterion, I sure could use your help.”
Asterion shook his head. “Not without the lady’s permission.”
“What does she want you to do?”
“Hmm.” Asterion’s furry brow wrinkled. “She has given me many jobs lately. Keep out intruders. Bring her the goggles. Bring her the goblin. Bring her the Caretaker.”
“It sounds like she is keeping you busy.” Beth drew nearer. “I’m curious, Asterion. What are you supposed to do if an intruder gets in?”
“Hmm.” His forehead wrinkled again. “I’m supposed to kill them.”
“But you haven’t killed me.”
“No.” Asterion put his chin in his hand, becoming a perfect replica of The Thinker. His biceps bulged, making his arms look twice their usual size. “Because you are not an intruder.”
“I’m not?”
“The lady tells me that intruders are mean and will run or hide or fight. You stayed to talk to me, and you are nice. Therefore, you aren’t an intruder, so I’m not supposed to kill you.”
“I see.” Beth saw the opportunity and took it. Asterion’s gifts were clearly limited to his physique. “So if I’m not an intruder, I must be something else. You said that I’m nice. Do you know what a nice person is called?”
“The lady tells me that she is nice to me and I should do what she says. But you are not the lady, so I shouldn’t do what you say.”
“So I must be something that isn’t an intruder or a lady.” Beth was sitting next to Asterion now. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, and I’m not an intruder. I’m nice, and I like talking to you. So that would make me a…” Beth waited, expecting Asterion to finish the sentence.
After several seconds, the Minotaur turned to look at her, his eyes expectant.
“…a friend,” Beth finished.
“Hmm.” Asterion’s lips twisted to the side, his face scrunched in concentration. “A friend. I don’t think I’ve had a friend before.”
“No? That’s too bad, Asterion, because you seem very nice. I think lots of people would like to be friends with you.”
Asterion grunted. “I don’t know what a friend is supposed to do.”
“Well, friends are, um…” It was Beth’s turn to think. “You see, friends are nice to each other because they like each other. Have you ever liked someone before?”
“I like the lady.” Asterion nodded, pleased that he had an answer.
“And does the lady like you?”
“Hmm.” Asterion’s brow furrowed again, and Beth did her best not to sigh. She sat patiently next to him while he pondered the question.
“Maybe.” Asterion frowned. “The lady isn’t mean to me. And she talks to me sometime
s but only to tell me what to do. So I don’t know if she likes me.”
“Well, I like you.” Beth patted him reassuringly on his massive thigh. The muscles were rock-hard, and Asterion looked at where she had placed her hand, a strange expression crossing his face. “And if you like me too, then we can be friends.”
“I see.” Asterion contemplated Beth’s hand for several seconds. “So friends like each other.”
“That’s one thing that friends do.” She gave his thigh a friendly squeeze. “Some other things that they do is keep each other company and help each other when they need it.”
“Friends help each other.” Asterion mulled this over.
Beth let him, knowing that her attempts at diplomacy hinged on being patient. The Minotaur really didn’t seem like a bad person to her, but she could see his ax from here and had no desire to find out firsthand just how sharp it was. She hadn’t outsmarted a demon earlier just to get killed by a Minotaur now.
“So,” he said, “if we are friends, we would help each other?”
“Only if we want to. For example, I wouldn’t tell you to help me find my way out of the Labyrinth. I would tell you that I wanted help, and it would be your choice.” She stroked his leg. The different muscles felt like braided steel beneath his skin. She felt a twinge in her own thighs and did her best to maintain eye contact with him. “And if you asked me for help, I would decide if it was something I could help you with.”
“Hmm.” Asterion vanished into his thoughts.
Beth kept rubbing his leg, sliding her fingertips toward his inner thigh. With each stroke, she explored just a little farther, unable to help herself. The skin of his body was the same brown color as his head. He was covered in very fine, short hair, and it made her think of that old Dracula movie and the fur-covered beast fucking that girl in the gardens that were just like a maze…
Beth grinned, trying to ignore the tightening sensation that started in her pelvis, generating a rush of heat that radiated out through her legs. Her clothes were still slightly damp, but the temperature in her panties was slowly climbing. She shifted her weight on the stone block, immediately aware of the sensation of her panties dragging ever so slightly across her clitoris, which had emerged from hiding.
Asterion sniffed, then sucked in a lungful of air. His lips curled into a grin. “Do you need help, Beth?”
“I do need help, yes.” Beth stood. “With a couple of things, if you don’t mind.”
“I want to help you.” Asterion took a step toward her, a large grin on his bull face. “Maybe after you help me first.”
“Help with what?” Beth’s gaze fell to his loincloth. It no longer hung casually but had lifted several inches in the air, Asterion’s massive cock hiding just beneath the thin fabric. Beth was going to say no, to explain that they were in a hurry, but her mind went back to her time with Oliver, to every time she had backed herself onto the Delightful Dragon dildo, and even to the time she had made a reluctant boyfriend wear an extender while dressed as a werewolf.
In front of her was something real, an experience waiting to be had, to be claimed and conquered. And this time, her immortal soul wasn’t at stake. Asterion moved closer, and a wave of musk rolled over Beth. A storm was forming in her gut, lightning crawling up and down her spine, when Asterion stepped closer to gently touch one of her breasts.
“I want to see your cock,” Beth said. If she played along, she could get his help freeing Abella, and maybe, if she was lucky, she could have a little fun in the process.
Asterion quickly obliged. With a tug on some strings, he tossed away the loincloth, revealing his cock. The skin was almost black, and his body hair stopped at the base of his shaft. The head of his cock was shaped like a sideways hourglass, narrowing to a point in the center the size of her pinky.
“Holy shit.” Beth stared at the massive member in awe.
“You need to breed.” Asterion placed his hands on her waist. “You are in heat.”
“Something like that.” Beth spit on her hand and used it to rub the thick shaft. Would this even fit in her? She almost laughed.
She would make it fit.
Asterion watched her stroking his shaft, no doubt unaware that her ministrations were more than just an attempt to get him harder. With each stroke, Beth was taking in the smoothness of his shaft, feeling the powerful pulse of flowing blood through his genitals, contemplating the size of his balls and wondering if she would feel them slamming against her ass as he fucked her. She was analyzing him, thinking of the best way to make it happen.
Asterion made a low, rumbling sound in his throat.
Beth smiled at him, then planted a tiny kiss on the head of his penis. “Do you like that?”
He nodded, watching her continue. Beth used both hands stacked on top of each other with plenty of room left. At the base of his cock, she couldn’t even get her fingers to touch her thumb due to how thick he was. She kept tugging on him, his cock leaking little spurts of fluid onto her hand and providing extra lubrication. She did this for several minutes, her pulse throbbing hard enough that she could feel it in her labia.
As Beth looked up at Asterion, it suddenly occurred to her that he was never going to make the next move. She stared wistfully at the cock in front of her, then put just a bit of it in her mouth. His spunk was bitter at first, making her think of a harsh bourbon. Salivating on his large knob, she stripped off her pants with some difficulty, the fabric slightly tighter after her trip into the river.
Asterion rumbled with pleasure, and Beth hummed while she blew him, laying her pants on the stone floor as a cushion. Stroking him with one hand, she fondled his giant balls with the other, marveling at how supple the skin of his scrotum was.
She pulled her mouth off him. His dick was now slick with spit and spooge, and she couldn’t wait any longer. She stripped off her lacy panties, then tossed them on the floor and stood.
“Lie down,” she commanded.
Asterion blinked a couple times before acquiescing, sprawling out on the floor. Beth straddled his waist, pushing his cock against his belly. It traveled quite a ways up his chest. Sitting down on top of his massive member, she moved her cunt against him, spreading out lubrication of her own.
Asterion sighed, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. Beth pulled her way forward, arching her hips so just the tip of his dick sat at her opening. Asterion grabbed her hips, and she slapped his hands away.
“I don’t want you to rip me in half,” she said, easing herself down on him. Her pussy protested at first, the ache from her sexual encounter with Oliver still there. She let out a moan, forcing herself back even farther, determined to bypass her initial discomfort. It was like a runner’s high—she just needed to get through the first stretch to enjoy the benefits.
“I am enjoying that,” Asterion said, his hands on her thighs.
“So. Am. I.” Beth punctuated every word by thrusting herself farther onto his cock. She was disappointed when he bottomed out in her before she could reach his pelvis but extremely pleased to feel his hands on her sides, guiding her. She took her hands off his chest and held still. Asterion moved her around with his powerful arms, gently thrusting himself into her, letting out an occasional growl of pleasure. His strong arms were powerful enough that he was able to easily lift her, sliding himself all the way out before thrusting back in.
Beth hissed, a hiss that turned into a protracted moan when Asterion pulled himself even farther into her.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” Beth felt her organs shift to accommodate the dramatic widening of her vagina. Knowing full well that she would have trouble walking later, she grabbed Asterion’s wrists and forced herself even farther onto him. Asterion pumped himself in and out of her, his loud grunts echoing off the stone columns.
“Oh shit!” Beth let go of Asterion’s wrist, then rubbed her clit frantically. She could feel t
hem now, powerful convulsions inside her thighs, radiating down her legs and making her ass tighten up. Her hand was quickly soaked with her own fluids, and she thrust herself onto Asterion’s cock even farther. He let out a loud honking noise, his eyes rolling up into his head, his muscles tensing.
“Not yet!” Beth grabbed Asterion’s nose ring and pulled. Asterion cried out in pain, and Beth felt his orgasm back down. Pumping herself even harder, she grabbed the base of his cock. With her hand tightly around his shaft, she slammed herself onto her own fist. Content that Asterion wasn’t about to blow his load, she let go of the nose ring and rubbed her clit again.
Inside of her, the head of Asterion’s cock was like a thick rubber ball moving up and down inside her stomach, pushing against the soft tissue of her womb and scattering lightning throughout her being. Groaning with pain and pleasure, Beth continued riding the Minotaur, her hips moving in a tiny circle after every thrust.
Asterion stood suddenly, and Beth wrapped her legs around him, her eyes wide. He carried her over to the stones they had sat upon, then pulled her off his cock and spun her around.
Beth bent over, grabbing onto the stone. “Hurry up and OH!”
Asterion wasted no time in slamming himself into her. Though he couldn’t fit inside her completely, his balls swung up and smacked against the stretched folds around her clitoris, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her brain.
“Oh God, yes, oh God, yes, OHMIGOD!!!” Beth’s orgasm wasted no time, her body shuddering wildly against the stone slab. She clutched the rock beneath her, screaming into the hard surface. Pressing herself into the stone, she braced herself as Asterion thrust into her rapidly, letting out low-pitched moans of his own. Just as her orgasm began to subside, Asterion let out a loud howl, filling her with hot Minotaur seed. Beth’s whole body clenched, and she forced his sperm to squirt out of her stretched vagina, covering his shaft in both of their fluids.
“Oh fuck,” Beth whispered, going limp against the rock.
Asterion’s cock was already deflating, and he pulled himself free, a large pool of sperm forming beneath them.
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