Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 034

"I love how cool it feels down here." Beth flipped her hair away from her neck, letting the mist kiss her skin. The sun was directly overhead, warming the hidden cove. As long as they stayed out of the shadows, they wouldn't get cold.

"Hmm. I like how the sun feels." Asterion rubbed the top of his head where his hair was thin enough that she could see the dark skin beneath. She didn't know much about his past and often wondered if he had been born in a different labyrinth or even created in the current one. What was the life of a minotaur like? It was easy to imagine them as vicious creatures, but watching Asterion tilt his head, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sun's warmth, she wondered if perhaps he was yet another victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She stepped in between Asterion's thick arms and pulled them around her shoulders. "I like how you feel." It wasn't even meant as an endearment--the sun had warmed his fur to the point where he gave off heat like an electric blanket. Finding a pocket of warmth in the cold shadows of the cliff made her smile, and she turned around and pushed her hips back into his.

He said nothing, one hand settling on her hip bone and squeezing. He lowered his weapon and set it against the rocks behind them. While not much of a conversationalist, this was one message that he received loud and clear.

Closing her eyes, she reached over her shoulder and stroked the tight flesh along his jawline. It was covered in thin, coarse hair that made a bristling sound when she rubbed it. His free hand moved up to her breast and squeezed it from beneath. She covered his hand with hers and urged him to squeeze even harder.

I wonder if Mike would squeeze my breasts like this.

The stray thought made her eyes pop open. She looked down at the thick fingers toying with her breast from beneath. Thick veins stood out beneath Asterion's skin, but his grip was gentle. She guided him, putting her hand on top of his, and moved his fingers up toward her nipples. He pinched them, sending a jolt of arousal straight down her spine and into her hips.

She closed her eyes once more.

"Yessss," she hissed. His stiffening cock pushed into the crease of her ass, and she rolled her hips up and down, stroking him through the fabric. She reached back to push his loincloth aside, allowing his thick member to hang free, then pushed it up against his belly so she could pin it between them.

He snorted, a hot puff of air hitting her neck. She melted into him, her hips moving to a song that only she could hear. Asterion's other arm circled her waist, pulling them together. As she swayed, she pressed her thighs together, the fabric of her panties bunching just enough to press her labia together.

"Mmh." She moved her hand along Asterion's muzzle down to the thick muscles of his neck and pulled, going up on her tiptoes. Her ass rubbed up and down the minotaur's thick shaft and a throaty moan escaped his lips as it responded to her attention.

The arm around her waist tightened. She let go of the hand at her breast and ran her fingers along the thick muscles in his forearm. Through the dense fur, she could feel slight imperfections, scars from a past full of fighting off intruders. She leaned forward, using the sudden space to lift up her skirt and hook a thumb through the band of her panties. Off they came, and she opened her eyes to toss them casually to the stones nearby.

She missed. Instead of coming to a rest on the rocks, they tumbled into the small pond and floated there for a few moments. The dark lace at the top disappeared first, and once the water soaked its way through the white cotton, they disappeared beneath the surface.

Well shit. Beth didn't think they'd float down the river, so made a mental note to retrieve them before they left.

"Keep holding me," she told him, leaning forward again and grabbing his thick, meaty shaft. She moved it to the side, sliding the wet head of his cock along her buttcheek. Moving it inward, it was now placed between her legs, his dick sticking out a few inches and creating a bulge beneath her skirt.

He snorted, and she grabbed the head of his large cock through the thin fabric of her skirt. A small wet spot appeared almost immediately, and she teased him through the fabric, the warmth of his dick now radiating along her inner thighs. He leaned back and her toes left the ground when he flexed his shaft.

A flood of heat rushed to her labia as she was now balanced on his shaft alone. Grabbing his glans, she tugged it upward and then leaned forward, her clit now rubbing solidly along the top of his cock.

A gasp escaped her lips. Asterion moved the arm around her waist, his hand sliding over her stomach. He parted his fingers into a V and moved them so he could press on her labia while also squeezing his own cock.

Another round of liquid heat flooded her belly, and she put her hand on top of his, pushing in on his fingers so that they were now pinned between her thighs. Sliding back and forth, she could feel him getting hot and sticky from her own juices.

She slid forward far enough that the head of his cock rested directly against her swollen clit. Asterion held her there for a moment, and she could feel the strong pulse of his heartbeat through the steady throbbing of his large dick.

Could I feel Mike's heartbeat this way?

Beth shook her head, chasing the thought away. Why was he popping up in her thoughts like this?

She wiggled her hips and Asterion's bulky dick slowly pushed aside the folds of her pussy, spreading her open. He let go of her waist and grabbed her upper arm, giving her more room to maneuver while keeping his hand on her breast for support. His large stature had given her the ability to chase down several of her own sexual fantasies, and she had worked hard to communicate these desires to the minotaur. He knew now to hold still, to wait for her to adjust to his immense girth.

"Oh fuuuuck."

The head of his dick pushed her open, but didn't enter. She needed several breaths of air to psyche herself up for the next step, because it would happen suddenly. Biting her lower lip, she took a deep breath and then let it out, leaning forward to create a better angle for penetration.

No longer supported by her pubic bone, her body began a slow descent, powered by gravity alone. Beth fought the urge to cry out, knowing that she would tense up and ruin the process. It was a sensation she needed to allow, that powerful fullness that wedged its way inside her and caused all of her thoughts to go astray.

Asterion flexed, and her whole body lifted slightly. When he released, she sank even deeper.

Her cries echoed off of the rock walls, bouncing back and forth until it was soaked up by the mist. With every inch that slowly sank into her, she could feel the world around her melt away, gobbled up by her desire. It wasn't just the sheer size of the cock inside of her that drove the reaction—it was the scruffy hair on Asterion's arms, the animal grunts that came from his lips, the sheer insanity of being fucked by a minotaur in the first place. It was so many late night solo fantasies now being fulfilled, the realization that magic was real and she had stepped fully into it's world, oh god, he was so deep inside of her now.

She let go of his neck and tried to grab one of his horns, missing a few times before she finally got her hand around it. It wasn't just the thrill of grabbing that sacred part of him, a part nobody else could touch, but the fact that she could now lift herself back up and experience the sensation of sinking down on his massive cock all over again.

Asterion was a beast bred and built for killing, his legend steeped in blood and violence. Yet the gentleness he exhibited in allowing her to please herself, his ability to stand perfectly still while penetrating her to the very center of her being without devolving into animal lust, spoke volumes about the depths of his soul.

He shifted his hand to her waist, helping to support her weight. She was gasping for air now, letting out her breath every time he sank into her, then pulling herself back up and breathing in once she no longer felt so full. She had wrapped her legs around his thighs, trying hard to maintain her composure, but with every passing minute, she grew closer to an orgasm.

"Let me down," she told him in between breaths, and he knelt, his cock still buried inside of her. She no longer trusted her own movements and didn't feel like jabbing herself in the uterus. Shaking, she turned them both toward a rock formation that allowed her to lean forward and support her weight with her hands.

Once she got herself positioned, she reached back and grabbed his cock, squeezing it as hard as she could. He let out a grunt and slowly pushed himself back inside of her.

Would he be as gentle too?

She imagined human hands on her hips, thought about what it would be like to let Mike have his way with her. Sure, his cock was large, but nowhere near the size she was accommodating right now. What sort of tricks had he picked up from the women at the house?

Stop it.

It made no sense to be fantasizing about him right now, and she cast him away once more. Asterion had picked up his pace, and she used the flesh of her palm to tease herself while his cock slid through her fingers. The throbbing in her pussy matched pace with his thrusts, and she briefly wondered if their hearts were now somehow in sync.

She came long before the minotaur did, and he kept fucking her the entire time. Her hand slapped at the rocks, pulled at her breast, and then finally settled back on his shaft. She laid flat against the stone beneath her, content to stare out toward the jungle while Asterion pushed himself into her. His grunts became snorts, like a horse racing across the prairie, and before too long, she felt a thick load of come pumping through his shaft before blasting her insides with his seed.

Asterion threw back his head and let out a loud, bestial howl, his lust finally sated. She imagined it was the same noise he would make right after beheading a foe or tossing someone into a pit trap. The thought made her shiver in delight, and she gave him plenty of time to bask in his own orgasm. Minutes passed them by, the falling water just loud enough to mute their heavy breaths.

He softened inside of her and stepped back. The inevitable flood of warmth ran down her legs and she couldn't help but smile, watching his semen pool on the rocks below. It didn't matter where they went, they always made some kind of mess.

Asterion let out a rumble and put his arm around her shoulders, hugging her from behind. She leaned into it, enjoying the warmth of his body once more.

"We should be getting back soon," he told her, his voice breaking the mood. "The Labyrinth is unguarded."

"Yeah, you're right." She pulled away from him and adjusted her skirt. Asterion picked up his axe and they almost left when Beth remembered that her panties were still in the pond somewhere.

The water was only a couple of feet deep, and she held up her skirt while wading out. She spotted a glimmer of white and managed to pick them up with her foot, wringing them out. She debated putting them on, but didn't relish the idea of wet underwear drying against her butt.

A flash of movement caught her attention, and she looked up to see that the light of the sun was just right that the falling sheet of water was now like a mirror. Her own image regarded her from the middle of the pond before tossing the panties back in the water and dashing to the edge of the pool.

What in the actual fuck? Her reflection lifted her skirt and cocked her butt out to give it a wiggle, then reached up and pulled down a cord from out of nowhere. She lowered it to the ground, a window shade appearing from out of nowhere. When it released, Beth's reflection was gone.

In her place stood Oliver. He wore a top hat and had both hands on a fancy cane made of dark wood. Any moment now, Beth expected him to launch into a musical number.

"Oh good. I finally have your attention." He opened his mouth to speak again, but Asterion charged into the waterfall, scattering the image. It quickly reformed once the minotaur had passed through and Oliver just shook his head in disappointment. His hat had been knocked off his head.

When he bent to pick it up, Asterion came back through the waterfall, a puzzled looked on his face. Oliver's outfit was now rumpled, but his hat was grasped firmly in his hand.

"Not exactly hanging with the smart kids these days, are we?"

Oliver sat on a rock and adjusted his hat. "While I will admit quite a bit of jealousy at watching you with the cow over there, I think I can get over it."

"How are you doing this?"

The wall of water shimmered in response, and Oliver chuckled.

"Mirrors are all about lighting. While I would prefer a smooth, silvered surface, I can manifest in anything that reflects light in a coherent manner. Given enough time, I can appear in a window if need be."

"What do you mean, given enough time?"

"Ah, a question that I know you want the answer to. I'm sure you have several, but I'm afraid we're going to have to rely on a trade. Let's keep it simple this time." He pointed at Asterion. "Can you have him stand somewhere out of the reflection? I'm tired of looking at him."

Asterion let out a grunt, but Beth held up a hand.

"It's okay, you can stand just over there." She pointed to a spot just to the side of the waterfall, blocked by several rocks. "If anything happens, you'll be close enough to help."

"Okay." He trudged past her, his eyes on the reflection until he was out of view.

Oliver smiled. "At last, we are alone."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, so let's hear it."

"I do adore these moments with you. Back when you and I were— ahem—consolidating our relationship, I was unwisely under the impression that you were going to become a rather permanent fixture of the landscape in here. I was impressed by your enthusiasm and intelligence and decided to grant you a boon."

"I'm guessing this has to do with you leaving a stain on my soul?"

"Oh, you know about that? Yes, well, allow me to explain. Humans are a lot like fruit. You tend to spoil easily over time. Why look forward to an eternity of watching you dry out like a bad orange when I could keep you fresh for far longer?"

"So, what, you made me immortal?"

He laughed. "Nothing quite that impressive. Yet. No, in my ignorance, I gave you a part of myself expecting to immediately receive it back. Shame on me. Rather, this piece of myself acts as a conduit and allows me to feed bits of myself into you. Over time, I was hoping to create a being that was more my equal."

"I see. You wanted to make me a demon, like you."

"Well, not quite like me. Perhaps a couple of steps below me. Some people believe in equality in a relationship, but that belief is for those who only make it till death do they part."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"You're right, I haven't. I wanted you to have a sufficient background." He stood up and approached the water's edge. "An unexpected development resulted from the process. You see, I've been trapped in here for quite some time, and my mind can only escape on a technicality. If asked a question, I can see the answer. I am not free to roam amongst the mirrors and can only come when called.

"However, since you left, I have been receiving bits and pieces of information through our bond. I was still so angry over your departure that I debated making you miserable and forcing you to come back to me. But this weird loophole has given me a sort of... freedom."

"You're avoiding the answer."

"Indeed. I am getting there." He dipped his foot in the water. "My ability to appear in this manner is due to that stain I left on you, as you call it. Metaphorically, I put a single drop of ink in the pond of your soul. While it was simply a dark blotch at first, it will continue to spread, like a parasitic shadow, until the pond itself darkens. As I continue to spread my influence, I will be able to manifest in less traditional situations."

"That doesn't make sense. Diluting a single drop of ink doesn't turn a pond black."

"Souls aren't bound by time or distance. I can continue to feed my energy into you, enabling that single, dirty drop of my essence to become larger over time."

"You're... you're feeding me your soul?"

He shrugged. "That's a close enough description of what's happening. I can't escape this prison, technically. But I can slowly remake you in my image, as it were."

She felt her guts turn to ice. "I'm becoming you?"

"Yes and no. You see, using the pond analogy, I can continue putting drops of ink in the pond. However, the pond itself won't get any bigger. Until we have properly mixed, we will have to take turns, in a way."

"You asshole. Are you controlling my body?"

"Not right now, my little treat." Oliver turned to face her. "Which brings me to our next bit of business. Before I met you, I only wanted one thing, and that was my freedom. Since Hell has yet to freeze over, I turned all of my attention to getting something actually achievable. You." He leaned close to the water. "But now I find myself in a predicament. As you are now, I can live with some small manner of freedom. Eventually, I could go for coffee or drive a car. Simple things to you, but a huge thrill to me. I could spend years in your body, growing old and listening to your miserable soul rage into the darkness. Eventually, you will perish and I return to my prison. I'll have my desserts and they will be gone forever."

"Or?"

"Or you come here and keep me company for all of eternity."

"Both of those are shit options." She crossed her arms. "I would rather kill myself."

"Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots." He wiggled his legs back and forth as if he was freezing. "I don't doubt that properly motivated, you would have the capacity for self-destruction. Even if you went to Hell for it, you would be beyond my reach."

"Sounds like I have you by the horns then."

"Now that's a fond memory. Do you know that I still get hard when I think about how you, a mere human, used me? I love it. Anyway, I need something more, but what to choose? Do I eat my marshmallow now, or wait five minutes and get two marshmallows?" He held up his fingers for emphasis.

Beth blinked. What the fuck is he talking about?

"I'm talking about you. Do I take control of your body and live out the rest of your days, or do you come back home to daddy?"

"Neither."

"Wrong." He held up a finger. "You see, this is where I have you by the tits." He took his hat off and stuck his hand in, withdrawing a sheet of paper. "You are aware that I can answer any question asked of me, yes?"

She nodded.

"You are also aware that I don't know the answer until I'm asked."

Again, she nodded.

"In a few days here, I will be forced to answer three more questions asked of me by the man you know as Amir, or even one of his cohorts. Now, the thing about the Society and I is that our relationship is strained. I'm afraid that I have abused the terms of my contract enough times that, once summoned, they ask my three questions and then banish me back to the mirror world. Since you insisted on covering the mirrors in the house, I was forced to wait until I could get your sleeping mind to dream of a mirror."

"Wait, what?"

"Yep. We don't always remember our dreams, after all. I marinated in your thoughts until I had the strength to control your sleeping form. Now, this tends to tire your body out, after all, and was why I was able to gain access to your computer earlier when you dozed off for a second. You didn't even realize how tired you were because I have been feeding you energy to keep you awake. Once I took it away..." he snapped his fingers. "That was all I needed."