Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
My heart freezes. It’s a minotaur. He towers over the king, easily twice as tall as myself, and as broad as the table. There is a huge golden ring looping through his bovine septum, and his horns gleam with golden points. At the end of his neck, which is as wide as his head, is a body similar to that of a human, but more densely muscled than any I’ve ever seen. He wears a long robe open to the waist, and when he sheds it, I see that his legs are the same russet-and-white piebald as his head. Between them…
His head is not the only thing that resembles a bull.
Arcus leans against the minotaur and strokes the creature’s chest. “You may have her, and then we may both take her at once.”
The minotaur chuckles. “I would rather have her, then take you.”
“You may have me any time.” Arcus places a kiss on one of the creature’s human-like nipples; they’re both pierced, like the creature’s nose.
And, I see as he lifts his long, heavy cock in his hand, so is the tip of that.
Arcus picks up a knife and plays with it as he walks to my head. “Are you afraid?”
I hold his gaze. “Do you want me to be, Your Majesty?”
He brings the blade to my throat.
I do not blink. I do not waver. I gaze into the cruel darkness of his eyes, and I do not back away from it.
He takes the knife away and brings it between my breasts, slicing the cords that hold my dress together.
The minotaur makes a snort of appreciation and reaches out to cup both of my breasts. “I can see why you like her. She’s beautiful. And I know what you like to do with beautiful things.” The minotaur squeezes my flesh until I can’t help but cry out. He grabs my dress and rends the skirt in half, leaving me exposed in the ruin of fabric.
I’m in danger, with someone I don’t trust the way I trust Luthian. Why does it excite me so?
Luthian promised me that no harm would come to me. He knows Arcus, likely knew that such a scenario was possible, or worse. Luthian would not have made such a promise if he didn’t know he could keep it.
“Do I want you to be scared?” Arcus repeats my question with a happy little sigh. “I think you will be. I think you should be. But if you’re not, if you do truly enjoy what we do to you tonight… then I believe you’re the perfect mate for Luthian. And the perfect concubine for me.”
I smile serenely at him. “Well, then. Let’s put me to the test.”
Chapter Nineteen
The minotaur takes his huge organ in his hand and strokes himself. What I had thought was the length of him nearly doubles as it emerges from its sheath. Arcus moves to stand beside him, his hand joining the minotaur’s in a sensuous glide up and down the pink shaft.
“Remember, she’s a mortal,” the creature says in his distorted voice. “You’ll need to give her some help, if she’s going to take all of me.”
All of him! Now, I am frightened; fully erect, his cock is longer than my leg. My eyes are wide when Arcus looks at me, and he laughs.
“Don’t tell me you’re backing out, now.” He pauses. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t back out. I’m the king, and your wretched mate owes me.”
I hate the king. He’s vile and cruel and delights in a type of torment that is artless and cowardly. But he keeps accidentally saying things that only arouse me more.
I have changed in my time with Luthian.
Arcus brushes his hand over my trembling belly, down to my core. “There. She’ll be able to accommodate you.”
The minotaur’s human hands are huge. He lays one on my mound and crooks his middle finger to push it inside me.
“I don’t think she’s as frightened as you believe,” he says with a lowing chuckle.
“Is that true?” Arcus asks.
“I can’t help it,” I whimper. “I’ve never been with such a beautiful creature.”
The minotaur crooks his thick finger and presses upward, and I moan both at the sensation and the obscene, wet noise my cunt makes while I grasp him.
“Thank you,” he says, stroking his fingertip over and over that sensitive spot. “It’s rare that I find a human woman so enthusiastic.”
Arcus pulls out a chair with a scrape and sits beside me, palming one of my breasts with casual boredom. “This isn’t an act then, Cenere? You truly desire this?”
“I desire anything, Your Majesty.” I moan again to get my point across. “Do you believe Luthian of Mithrax would take a chaste maiden as his mate?”
“Yes,” Arcus answers without hesitation. “I think he would take a chaste maiden and turn her into a harlot. Has he done that to you?”