by Lexi Lane
And then she had found ways to take him to the edge of pleasure over and over, running her smooth hands over his shaft, down the sensitive underside, over the head, teasing his balls with her fingers. He had arched against her hand, hot and hard, aching for release. Then she’d stop, holding him, fingers feather light on his skin. And then she’d change tactics.
She’d long ago discovered what she could do to his cock with her mouth. She’d take him to the edge with her hand and then she’d bend down, taking him deep into her wet mouth. Galen would moan, winding his fingers in her hair, his hips flexing and thrusting up as she suckled. Sometimes she’d let him come, filling her mouth with his seed, swallowing the hot salty liquid.
Other days she would lick and kiss him over and over, never letting him into her mouth, teasing him until he was crying out for her to end the delicious torment, to take him into her mouth, suck him hard, let him fuck her mouth to gain release. And then she would, her on her knees, him standing over her, thrusting over and over into her open mouth, holding her head as he finally found release. He’d cry out, holding his jerking cock, watching as she took spurt after spurt of his creamy liquid into her mouth or over her face.
She loved the feel and taste of his come, from the very first time he’d come in her mouth: the salty sweetness, the creamy feel of it as it slid down her throat. The heat of it on her skin drove her wild.
Once she’d asked him to rub his cock between her full breasts, pretending he was fucking her. She’d lie on her back, pressing her full breasts together as he straddled her body. Galen had spit on her breasts, apologizing first which made her laugh, getting them wet and slippery. Watching his cock sliding between her full mounds, feeling the heat and hardness of his cock against her soft skin, had made her squirm beneath him, her own body hot, throbbing with arousal.
Lisandra had watched as Galen’s face radiated pure pleasure, his skin flushed, mouth open as he looked down, watching his wet and glistening cock sliding between her full breasts. At one point, he’d met her gaze, smiling down at her. There was no need for words at that point. They were complete.
She’d felt powerful, in control, and she’d wanted so badly to tip Galen on his back, straddle his body and have him thrust his big cock into her body.
And then he’d come, holding his cock in his hand, spurts of his load covering her breasts, coating her skin with his creamy seed, moaning as he’d shot it into her open mouth. Lisandra had arched up, a wave of heat running through her own body as the first hot streams touched her skin. Galen was still breathing heavy as he slid down her body, spreading her legs, kissing the tender skin of her inner thigh. She felt his warm breath on her skin, felt his tongue probing her, licking and sucking her pussy, finding her clit. She held his head, her fingers in his thick hair, as he lapped at her, holding her ass with his strong hands.
Lisandra looked down, watching as he worked magic with his mouth on her. It was only a few minutes before she was arching her back, hands clutching the blanket beneath her, as Galen brought her to the edge and sent her over. She heard him moaning against her, his tongue flicking against her clit. Waves of pleasure shot through her, every muscle in her body tensed. She screamed, not caring if the whole village heard her.
And then Galen was lying next to her, holding her against his sweaty body. She reached up, pulling his face to hers, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue.
Later, in her room in the small cottage she shared with her mother, she had taken off her dress, looking down at the dried remains of Galen’s seed. She reluctantly took a cloth and gently washed them away. She longed for a day where she could turn, finding Galen waiting for her in their bed, waiting to take her again. But that day would never come.
And now, for the last time, Galen stood naked, his cock hard, looking down at her. She pulled her dress over her head, lying back on the blanket, holding her arms out for him. He lay down with her, and once more made his request.
“Please, Lisandra, let me take you, end this sacrifice you’re to make. It would just be a simple thing. And maybe no one would have to know.” He held her face between his hands. She smiled up at him.
“Galen, someone would know. The Minotaur would know. And then the whole kingdom would be at risk.” She shook her head. “No, Galen. As much as I want this, it cannot be.” She kissed him.
“Just do everything else to me that you can, to drive the thoughts from my mind for a time.”
And Galen did his best to do that. He worked his magic, kissing her, sucking her breasts, making her moan and twist on the blanket. He found his way to her pussy, already wet and hot, licking and sucking her clit, taking her to the edge over and over, teasing her with his tongue and lips and teeth, pulling at her until she cried out.
Finally he kept at her: licking her, sucking her clit, tugging it with his teeth until she was screaming, twisting and thrashing on the blanket, pushing her hips off the blanket as she came. Galen quickly slid up her body, his hard cock held in his hand, rubbing it against her clit, against the soft folds of her body.
“One word, Lis, one word and I can end this.” Galen was breathing heavily. She looked up at him, his face inches from hers. She felt him pressed against her, knew that with one thrust she would no longer be a virgin, that even though she would not be a sacrifice to the Minotaur, she’d end up sacrificing far more.
“No, Galen. No. Don’t….please.” She stroked his face, her body still feeling the effects of her orgasm, still twitching and jerking as he held himself against her.
Galen bent his head, still holding himself against her. He continued to rub the head of his cock against her wet pussy, against her clit, making her jump and gasp. Then he was crying out, burying his head on her shoulder, coming against her body, the hot spurts of his orgasm shooting onto her leg. He collapsed against her, breathing hard. They held each other for a long time, until the sun had set and the grove grew dark.
***
The carriage arrived at the castle. She was escorted to the king, who had the decency to speak with her, thanking her for her sacrifice, telling her that because of her, the kingdom would be safe from the Minotaur for another year. She nodded, her lips numb, unable to speak. But no one really expected her to say anything.
Lisandra was taken to a large room, with a retinue of servants in attendance. She was stripped of her plain dress, led to a bath and immersed in sweet smelling rose-water. The attendants washed her hair with citrus soap, and she wondered why, if she was leaving, she was being made to smell so sweet.
Her hair was done in an elaborate braid, wrapped around her head in a complex design, held in place with red ribbons. She was dressed in the ceremonial gown. The attendants held it for her and she slipped the robe over her body. It was some gossamer fabric, so thin she could see her dark nipples through the silvery material. An attendant tied a red belt around her narrow waist, the rest of the gown flowing down over her hips.
She knew she looked almost naked, but she was past caring. The attendants opened the door and another court page was there, taking her back down to the awaiting carriage. She could feel the eyes of all she passed taking her in as she walked by with graceful, pointed steps. But again, none would meet her eyes.
There were no villagers outside save one old man, who seemed to be deriving a great deal of pleasure from watching her descend the palace steps to carriage. He met her eyes, but Lisandra quickly turned away. She’d glanced down; saw that he had his flies open, stroking what appeared to be an enormous erection. He shuffled toward her, his hips jutting forward, his hand frantically moving over himself.
“I’m the Minotaur! I’m fucking you now. You’re mine!” She looked in horror as he ejaculated, the creamy stream hitting the stones at his feet. A court guard pushed him aside, trying to avoid the spurts still coming from the man’s cock. Lisandra heard him cackling as he was taken away.
She was trembling as she was helped into the carriage. The driver clucked to the horses and
the carriage quickly lurched away from the castle. For the first time in a long time, Lisandra began to cry, tears sliding down her cheeks, landing on the fabric of her gown, making it transparent.
The ride was long. She thought she must have dozed along the way; it was late afternoon when the driver reined the horses to a stop. He climbed down, opening the door for her. She stepped out, her legs shaking.
“Here.” The driver thrust a leather bag into her hands. “Some bread and cheese. And some wine.” He met her eyes, looking at her sadly.
“I have a daughter. She will be your age next year.” He looked at her a moment, then straightened.
“The wine is laced with a powerful drug. Drink it and you can end much of the suffering that might take place in there.” He gestured over his shoulder.
Lisandra saw a huge wall of shrubs, a dark opening flanked by two yew trees. She looked back at the driver.
“Thank you, kind sir.” She took the bag, watching as he crawled back into the driver’s seat of the carriage. He looked down at her once, nodded farewell and then snapped the reins. The horses snorted, turning in a tight circle. And then he was gone.
Lisandra looked at the dark opening in the wall of foliage. Her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it in her ears, feel it pounding in her head. She looked down at the bag in her hands. It was a way out, but she’d still have to face the Minotaur for the sacrifice to work.
Or she could run. She turned her back on the maze, taking a step toward the dark forest. Immediately she heard the howl of a single wolf, quickly joined by several more. She took a step backward. Advancing toward her were several sleek animals, their fur shining silver in the darkness of the forest, their eyes yellow in the last rays of the sun.
She turned, running for the comparative safety of the maze, clutching the leather bag to her chest, her feet taking her past the yew trees and into the gloom of the maze.
There seemed no end to the twists and turns in the maze. It was completely dark in a matter of minutes; no feeble rays of the dying sun penetrated here. Lisandra walked carefully, trailing one hand along the sharp foliage, thorns occasionally pricking her skin.
Eventually she had to stop. She was exhausted and hungry, and she had no desire to find the Minotaur now. Better to see what she was up against than to stumble upon him in the dark.
Lisandra sat down, her back against the dense shrubbery, wedged in a tight corner. She eagerly ate the bread and cheese, found a small flask of water and drank all that she could, yet deliberately, she avoided the wine. And then, despite her fears, she fell into a deep sleep.
The morning sun was trying to work its way into the maze when Lisandra awoke. She was momentarily disoriented, shivering in her thin robe. Gathering the leather bag, she rose, walking slowly down the path toward the center of the maze.
It wasn’t too much longer when she heard the distant sounds of metal on metal. She didn’t recognize the sound at first and then it came to her; it was the sound of chains clanking against each other. Her heart froze and she came to a halt.
The Minotaur was not far away. She heard the chains again and then, on the breeze, she smelled something dark and musky.
Without thinking, Lisandra turned and ran. Almost instantly, the shrubbery closed around her, blocking her exit. She cried out as she ran into the wall of thorns and leaves. Pulling away, she looked up in desperation, turning in futile circles, frantic to find a way out.
And then she heard the chains, much closer this time, accompanied by the thud of hooves.
“Don’t make me come and get you, virgin. It’s better if you come to me.” The voice that spoke was low, rumbling through the maze.
Lisandra started walking slowly toward the voice. She picked up the fallen leather bag, clutching in front of her. But it was wet; the wine bottle had broken when she’d dropped it. She tossed it aside. She listened for the sounds of the chains, walking slowly toward them.
And then she made the final turn of the maze. She looked in amazement. There was a large center courtyard, lush green grass growing from edge to edge.
In the center of the courtyard was a large stone, taller than a man. Sunk into the stone were many iron rings, at different heights, sometimes in pairs, sometimes singly. As she walked forward, the Minotaur stepped from behind the stone.
Lisandra stopped, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to scream, but her voice froze. Standing before her was the most fantastical creature she had ever seen.
The Minotaur looked down at her from his great height. Her eyes traveled over his head, the head of a gigantic bull, long horns curving out from his head, sharp and cruel looking. Small eyes glared at her, set above the wide nose. And in that nose was a large iron ring.
But as her eyes traveled lower, her shock grew. The thick shaggy neck of the bull gave way to the sculptured shoulders of a man. His chest was heavily muscled, his torso tapering to narrow hips, muscular thighs, but his legs ended in cloven hooves. In his large hands, he was holding the ends of a chain, twitching it, making it clank loudly.
Her eyes traveled over his body again, amazement replacing shock. Where the Minotaur’s thighs met, she saw his cock. It was many times larger than Galen’s, many times larger than any man’s cock, she thought. It hung down, apparently now soft, resting between his large balls. As much as his body resembled a large man, his cock resembled something belonging to a creature far larger.
Lisandra swallowed, allowing her gaze to travel back to the Minotaur’s eyes. He was watching her; the noises of the chain suddenly quiet.
“Do you like what you see, virgin? Does my cock excite you?” He thrust his hips forward, his cock swaying with the movement.
“It’s all yours, virgin. All yours and you are all mine.” The Minotaur walked toward her, his hooves thudding on the grass. She willed herself not to step back, not to show fear. If she had to be here, she was at least going to try to retain her dignity. The Minotaur stopped in front of her. He dropped the chain at her feet.
“You are quite beautiful, virgin.” He looked down at her, his eyes traveling over her body. She knew her gown concealed nothing; she might as well be naked. But it gave her some shred of comfort, even if it was transparent.
The Minotaur reached out, running his hand over her breast, his fingers fingering her nipple. She closed her eyes, knowing it grew hard beneath his touch. An involuntary shudder ran through her body as he moved to the other breast, fondling her, pulling the hard nipple between his fingers. She heard him exhale.
“Ah…you certainly are beautiful. Maybe the best they’ve sent me yet.” He reached up, touching her cheek gently. Lisandra braced herself; where she’d expected something hard and rough she found his fingers were surprisingly soft and warm.
The Minotaur continued touching her, running his hands over her breasts, down her sides, over the flair of her hips. He was snorting, his breath coming faster. Suddenly he pulled her to him, crushing her against his chest, his hands clutched against her ass, rubbing his body against hers. She could feel his cock against her stomach, growing harder. She inhaled his scent; very strong, bitter and musky. But underneath was something else, something very male and very powerful.
“We have business to take care of first. I need to know if they sent me a virgin.” He pulled away from her, dragging her to the stone in the center of the courtyard, pulling the chain behind him.
He turned her to face him. She looked down, unable to keep from gasping. She had felt his cock growing hard against her body, but seeing it there between his legs, was more than she could comprehend.
His massive cock rose up from his body, curving along the muscular plane of his stomach, far larger now than anything she could have imagined. She shuddered at the thought he was going to plunge that huge thing into her body. But some tiny part of her body came awake; the sight of it, the thought of what he was going to do to her. A tiny flame unfurled deep in her belly, something dark and primal. And it scared her.
> Before she could deal with this new sensation, he reached out and ripped the robe from her body. Instinctively she clutched at the fabric, sheer as it was, but it floated to the grass. As soon as it touched the ground, it dissolved in a puff of smoke.
Grunting and snorting, he pushed her to the ground. He spread her legs with his hands, forcing her knees up and apart. He looked down at her body, his eyes traveling down from her breasts, over her flat stomach and finally down between her legs. He reached out, running a finger between her legs, touching the folds of her pussy.
Sitting back, he pulled his finger away, holding it out to her. She saw that it was wet. Slowly he licked his finger, closing his eyes briefly. Then he looked down at her.
“I think there’s more to you than I first thought.” He bent forward, his face close to hers. She pulled back, resisting the urge to turn her face away.
“You have a fire in you, don’t you? You might actually enjoy this, virgin.”
“Lisandra.” The word flew from her lips before she had a chance to think.
“What?” He looked down at her. “You can’t distract me from what I’m going to do by telling me your name.”
“No. Not to distract you. If you’re going to take my virginity, I’d at least like you to know who you’re taking it from.”
The Minotaur threw his head back, laughing. “You are a spit fire. Very well, Lisandra. I’m going to take that virginity, providing it’s still there for the taking.”
He crawled between her legs, his large bovine head rising above her, the cruel horns shining in the sun. She felt him settle against her legs, the impossibly large cock pressing against her thigh. He took hold of himself, guiding his massive girth into her.