#minotaur fluff

[rs-hawk]

Minotaur Boyfriend who licks your hair after sex. He’s basically collapsed on top of you, and suddenly just starts licking and grooming your hair like you’re a calf. You laugh, trying to push him off, but he lets out a sad moo and all you can do is just sigh and let him finish.

[monstersholygrail]

I wonder how like a monster would react to what you made a post saying how you bite the air?

-🩸

Oh my god, that’s so much fun

Monster bf’s reactions to you biting the air when excited

Werewolf bf will you see biting the air, already knowing you’re excited about something because he does the exact same thing when he’s excited. In fact, he gets excited just seeing you so excited. His cute fluffy tail thwacks against the ground as he scrambles over to you. Happily munching at the air and impatiently waiting to hear what’s gotten you so happy. His big puppy tongue lolls out, not being able to wait any longer and he starts attacking you with kisses, tackling you to the ground and demanding to know so he can share in your joy. And to also get some your sweet attention all to himself, the needy pup

Vampire bf leans against the doorway of the room, watching as you bite the air in excitement. Waiting for you to notice his entrance. He raises a brow as you meet his eye asking teasingly, “You practicing, love?” Knowing he’ll be turning you soon to spend an eternity together at long last. You can’t help but blush and he adores the blood that rushes to your cheeks. He walks over, sitting in front of you and offering his neck as he asks next, “How about some real practice?”

Minotaur bf would just so happen to come across you, biting the air and shaking your head wildly. He’d immediately think something was wrong, that you were trying to fend off some kinda attack or threat to them both. He’d huff, shaking his own horns as his tail snaps around. He’d rush over to you, shielding you from the danger even if he doesn’t know what it is yet. He’d praise you for trying to protect your little family, but you have him now and he won’t let you put yourself at risk. You have to ask him what he’s talking about and embarrassingly admit what you were doing. When you show him the cute video that caused it, you can’t help but laugh as he starts huffing and shaking himself with excitement

Dragon bf would be sitting next to you around the fireplace that he lit, making dinner and just being around each other. When suddenly you’re biting at the air in excitement. He automatically assumes you’re trying to breathe fire like him. He looks at you a little funny but knows you mean well. It’s actually quite cute and his chest puffs up in pride that you think so highly of him and dragonkind. He doesn’t say anything but he gives your head a little pat, bringing you to ask what that was about. He only responds, “Nothing, you’re just cute.” And suddenly your cheeks are hotter than any dragon flame

Orc bf would be coming home from a long day of hunting with his friends. They’d all walk into your shared home to see you biting the air and think you’re training your fighting skills. Your Orc bf would stand tall and proudly claim how his mate is a fierce warrior who could take any of them down. He walks over and kisses you passionately, about to encourage you on a job well done in your training. When suddenly you show him some super cute and fluffy moment in the book you’re reading and bite the air again. Your Orc bf blushes like crazy and asks if that’s what you were doing. But he can’t deny the moment in your book was super sweet

[kassandra-hawthorne]

Minotaur husband headcanons🐂

GN!human reader x M!minotaur

-NSFW towards the end, big happy husband, protective dad, mentions of rough sex, f!receiving oral, aftercare, hints at roleplay, quiet life WC: 420 ‼️MINORS AND AGELESS DNI‼️

-A/N: After researching and reading around, I've seen a lot of farmer minotaur stuff. And I have to say, I'm here for it, and here we are. Hope you enjoy! 💋

You both live on a farm, but not a typical farm. It’s far into the woods, near a deep cave, where he’s able to keep supplies and equipment safe from robbers. 

You live in a modest stone cabin with a matching stone gated backyard.

You both have turned the backyard into a massive garden with numerous different flowers.

Sometimes, he will make you a homemade bouquet from the flowers you’ve grown. Leaving it on the dining room table for the whole family to enjoy. 

Sometimes when you grow too much food, he helps you gather the extra food to give to members of your small community, while you make bouquets to hand out.

Despite his tall stature, your Minotaur husband is actually a gentle giant. He has a nurturing side that only you and your family get to see. He’s helped your children with handling injured animals with such gentleness. 

Even though he is naturally kind and gentle, he has an intense protective side. He is not scared to get his hands dirty if it means protecting his family. 

There are various weapons hidden throughout the home, and he has taught everyone how to use them. 

Although his protective instincts can be brutal, they are also soft. You are able to crawl into his arms after a bad day without saying anything and he knows to just hold you. Just being in his arms makes you feel safe. 

When he’s not tending to the garden, children, or you, he enjoys woodworking. He’s made all of the furniture in the home. 

You let the children help paint the furniture after it’s made.

He’s also taught them how to widdle small pieces of wood for toys.

He’s an excellent cook. He enjoys when the entire family helps prepare a meal together.

Likes to collect small stones or shells while out to bring home. It shows he’s always thinking of you. 

You both build a warm, loving blended home. 

He loves it when you’re rough with him when you’re alone.

He whimpers when you grab his horns and ride his face.

He makes sure you are completely satisfied before he stops pleasing you. 

He likes it when you roleplay as his ‘god’ or ‘goddess’. You have a special sheer cloth you wear for him and beckon him into the bedroom. 

Will have you bent over, completely getting plowed, then will bring lots of snacks into bed afterwards as aftercare. 

He likes to feed you fresh grapes while you lay naked and completely satisfied before him.

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[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 10 (Neighbors)

Male!Minotaur x Male!reader

Your fingers curl tightly around the shovel handle, knuckles turning white as you try to thrust it into the hard earth again and again. A few stray locks of hair fall onto your forehead as you lean forward, sweat trickling down your brow. You curse under your breath, "Stupid furry rat bastard… Useless little shit… Fuck…"

You liked babysitting for the Ulgan family. Despite how society views Orcs, they treat you well. The kids were mild-mannered, the neighborhood was safe, and the pay was great. So, you came into work today expecting a normal day while the mister and misses went out for a date.

But Dura's old ass hamster decided it was the perfect time to straight up die.

You sigh heavily, leaning on the shovel handle. As you stare down at the chopped dirt beneath you, you realize digging a grave here is nearly impossible right now.  It was winter after all, the ground was frozen solid.

Your gaze shifts towards the window where you spot Dura happily chowing down on a bowl of ice cream. Not exactly a nutritious choice, but she did cry a lot after finding Hammy stiff in his cage earlier today… It wasn't until you promised her a whole gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the store that she finally stopped the water works.

You let out a deep growl of frustration and plunge the shovel blade directly into the frozen soil with all your might. Angrily, you rip it free and stab it back into the ground once more.

Frustration bubbles within you as you think about having to explain death to a ten-year-old orcling. Though, you shouldn't have been surprised, considering how fragile hamsters are. To be honest, you kinda expected her to squish the damn thing some day. But here you are now, dealing with this mess.

You grit your teeth, continuing to stab at the ground with the shovel.

A sudden, low laugh draws your attention upward to see a tall figure looming over the wooden fence that separates the Ulgans' yard from the next door neighbors'.

Donovan.

The minotaur leans casually on the top of the fence, watching you curiously with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Calm down killer," He says teasingly. "Does the backyard owe you money or something?" His deep laughter echoes through the otherwise silent street.

Wiping the sweat off your brow with your arm, you glare up at him. "Shove it asshole," you sneer.

Of course he would find this funny.

"Alright alright," Donovan replies with another chuckle. He watches you dig for a moment longer before starting to speak again.

"So uh… How's business treating ya? Still likin' your job?"

"Ehh," you say, letting out a loud exhale. "Been better. The little one's pet died."

"Shit," he mutters sympathetically as he watches you struggle to make any dent into the frozen soil.

With a roll of his eyes, he grips the top of the fence and in one swift motion, he vaults over it, landing with a thud onto the ground.

"Here, gimme that," he offers, reaching for the shovel. His hand wraps around its base and easily rips it from your grip.

"H-Hey, dickhead! I could've done it myself!" You snap at him, smacking his muscular back as he starts to dig up some dirt with ease.

"Hey!" he exclaims, spinning around to face you with a raised eyebrow. "What was that for?"

"For being made out of hamburger," you retort sarcastically as you stretch your arm toward the shovel in his hand.

"Made outta hamburger?" He repeats, raising an eyebrow at you as he hoists the shovel high above your head. "And just what kind of burger would that be, huh?" He asks teasingly, his snout curling into a shiteating grin.

"A big stupid one," you retort, jumping upwards slightly in an attempt to grab the damn thing from him.

He chuckles as he watches you jump like an angry honeybadger.

You give him a annoyed expression. "Dude, come on," you complain, gazing up at him as he holds the shovel out of your reach.

"Let me do this for you," he insists as he leans down towards you, all traces of humor gone from his voice. 

He looks serious, like he truly wants to help you bury some orcling's dead hamster.

"Fine," you say with a heavy sigh, stepping back and gesturing towards the hole he started.

"Go ahead then."

He gives you a warm smile before getting to work. His strong arms swing the shovel effortlessly into the ground as his tail wags happily.

As he digs, you finally take note of his fit. White T-shirt and grey sweats. Classic lazy bum style.

It looks good though.

...

Very good.

...

You wouldn't mind taking a bite outta him.

Wait, how far is he digging?

You lean over to get a closer look at the hole.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's enough!" You call out, rushing forward to tap his strong shoulder. Your hand comes to rest gently on his firm muscles. 

Looking down at you with wide eyes, he stops digging immediately before glancing at the hole.

It was at least ten feet deep.

After a brief pause, Donovan returns your gaze with a sheepish smile before shrugging. 

With a huff, you glance over at the house again to check for any sign of Dura. She doesn't seem to be in the kitchen anymore. The small orcling probably left to watch TV in the living room.

With the coast clear, you nonchalantly nudge the small corpse into the gaping hole with your foot and watch as it tumbles down into darkness below.

"Alright," you say with a nod. "Fill it."

He flashes you a quick salute before refilling the freshly dug hole. In minutes, there's nothing left but a patch of disturbed dirt to show that anything ever happened here at all.

You clap your hands and close your eyes.

"Here lies Hammy, who lived a wonderful..."

You peek at your fingers to count.

"Two years."

After your mini eulogy, you open your eyes and peer over at Donovan.

"Okay, you can leave now," you command, jabbing a finger towards the fence line. 

He claps his hands together and presses them under his maw, batting his eyelashes dramatically. 

"Don't I get a reward for helping?" He asks coyly, giving you a smile that makes you wanna bite him.

You can't afford to argue with him when Mom and Pop can come back at any moment.

Rolling your eyes, you slowly walk over to him, stopping to stand on your tiptoes directly beside him. Leaning in close, you press your lips firmly against his furry cheek.

Donovan stands there dazed for a moment before scratching his chin

"I was actually thinking you could make me some mac and cheese or someth-"

Before he can finish his sentence, you get a tight hold of his horns before shaking his head back and forth.

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[calicocelt]

Your minotaur husband was not expecting to come home and see your car there. You usually got home after he did so he was confused. Did he forget something?

"Babe?" He calls, shutting the door and toeing off his outdoor hoof covers, slipping into his house covers. He hears a sniffle followed by a hiccuping sob from down the hall and walks quickly to your bedroom.

"Oh sweetheart," he says softly as he spies you curled up on the bed, face and eyes red from crying, cat looking panicked as you squeeze it tightly to your sobbing chest.

"What happened?"

"I got fired!" You wail and fling yourself into his arms, freeing your cat to dash from the room, grateful that you're now clinging to someone else.

Your minotaur husband gathers you into his strong arms and holds you tight while you cry. He knows how much you loved your new job. You'd been so happy the last few months.

You bury your face in his furred chest, needing to feel him surrounding you. He is your safe space. Just being held against him, in his burly arms, smelling his scent of leather and pine, comforts you. Your day mightbhave been the worst but at least in his arms, listening to hus heartbeat as you cry, you know he'll always be there to support you.

A/N Got fired this past week. All I wanted was hubs to get home and hold me. Thus this drabble.

[rs-hawk]

Nobleman Minotaur: The Golden Horn

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"How did it happen?" you asked softly, running your fingertips gently around the rim of his broken horn.

"It was cracked during a fight. It broke off completely when I escaped," Asterion murmured, sprawled out on the grass.

Soft fur melted into the dirt under him, the grass leaning away from under his weight. He tucked one arm under his head, while the other snaked around your waist, holding your smaller body against his. Your hair flared out across his chest, cascading over the side of his torso and spilling onto the ground under the both of you.

"Did it hurt?" your voice was still just as soft, though now it was unsure.

"There was a lot of blood," he admitted after a long moment. Silence stretched between the two of you, until he continued speaking. "I had felt nothing but pain for so long, I don't think that it even really registered that there was additional pain."

​"You were numb," you said gently, now trailing your fingers down the horn to cup his large face in your hand.

A snort escaped him as he nuzzled his face into your hand, his entire massive body relaxing even more into the grass under him. Sweet floral scents from the garden were washing over the two of you.

"Does it bother you?" you asked finally.

"Sometimes," he admitted, his voice low and gravelly. "I already feel like such a beast, and now I feel like a deformed one at that."

"You are not deformed, and you're not a beast," you insisted, propping yourself up so you were looking down at him. Your hair falling in a curtain to shield your faces from the world. "You are a good man. You're handsome, smart, kind, generous You are so much more than I ever thought I would have in a husband."

"I killed a man," he whispered. The words choked. Even though he knew he did what he had to do, the guilt still weighed heavy on him. His mother loved Minos once. His sisters, crazed as they were, had loved their father too, and he took him from them. "I ended his life with my bare hands."

"You clawed your freedom from his grasp," you said more firmly, pushing his face to the side to maintain eye contact with him. "You did what you had to do."

"What if there was another way?"

"There wasn't, at least, not at the time."

Silence. Again.

Then, "why don't we lay your horn with gold? Turn a wound into a brilliant display of resilience."

​His chuckle was low. Warm and smooth like running ale. "And how would we do that, Princess?"

That was how you managed to drag Asterion to the finest smith your father knew of. The man nodded, measuring the girth of the horn. 

"Shouldn't be too hard. I can create a kind of cap so he can take it on and off," the smith gruffed.

"I want it in gold," you said. Asterion's ears flicked back as if embarrassed.

"That will take longer, Your Majesty," the man said as he picked up a metal ring, sliding it over the horn to check the size. "And cost more."

"I'm aware, and I'm sure you're aware that I have the coin. This is my fiancé's wedding present," you said, cocking your head to the side like an inquisitive raven.

"Yes ma'am," the smith grinned, his lips pulled back to reveal his teeth.

​It only took a few days for the horn cap to get done. When Asterion put it on for the first time, it was like you had given him back a piece of himself.

"I look...," he trailed off, fingers gently tracing the metal loop that snapped the cap in place.

"Handsome," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist as he gazed at himself in the mirror.

[rs-hawk]

The Night Minos Died

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Minotaur had always thought the labyrinth was cold, but stepping out into the fresh air for the first time in a decade, he never felt more frozen.

His sisters, deranged and mad, but full of a genuine love, had ventured into the maze, using a string to find their way back. The least afflicted, Ariadne, had pressed a spare spool of thread into his calloused hand. Her fingers lingered in his palm. A madness induced lustfulness making her mind hazy and fingers twitch.

"When we have gone, find your way out," she whispered; her delicate voice thick with an immoral, a cursed, need.

"Why are you helping me?" he gruffed, bending out to face her better.

"Father is wrong, and Mother is broken," she whispered before quickly withdrawing her hand from his. Another throb of need rocking her body. "I want you to be free."

"Thank you," he said lowly, patting her face. "You are a good sister."

"Curse aside?" she forced a half hearted smile.

"We have all been cursed because of your father's actions. Your curse does not make you any less of my sister, nor any less of a good one. Thank you for trying to help me," he whispered.

After the duo left, Minotaur stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do. Was this real? Was he really going to take this change to be free? Would he once again feel the sun on his face? Would he once again get to live without fear?

No.

No, as long as Minos lived, he would never be able to live without fear. He would be tracked by that monster to the edge of the world, if only to drag him back to this hellhole.

The plan formed quickly. With every step Minotaur was taking, it was solidifying. Puffed breaths turned to fog in front of his face as he ran, following the string, rolling it into the spare spool to ensure he was finding his way. Soon, he burst from the entrance.

Into the fresh air.

Greedily, he gulped down the cold air. His body frigid. How did he walk again? How did he stand? His knees gave way as he sank to the stone walkway leading to the entrance of his prison.

This was fresh air felt like. This was what it was like to see clearly. Plants. The moon. The stars. Insects.

He was never going back into that place.

It shocked him that there were no guards, but then again, he hadn't been able to find his way out all this time, so why would anyone think he could now? The little bit of bread his sisters had snuck him sat like stone now in his stomach, but he was grateful still. He would need that strength for what he was about to do.

The castle Minos lived in hadn't changed much since his early days. Before he was thrown into that pit. It made it easy to find where Minos slept. Without Minotaur's mother, luckily. Despite it all, he wanted nothing to happen to his mother. The one person who had ever shown him warmth out of nothing but pure love.

He was a monster, just like Minos said. His large hands curled around his throat. Tightening when there was gurgling. When Minos's hands flew to his, trying to tug off his bastard step son's, Minotaur leaned into his grip. Minos was never going to draw another breath.

"What a pathetic waste of the title Son of Zeus," Minotaur sneered, making sure Minos saw exactly who was going to end his life. "You are nothing but a small, pitiful man. Even your own uncle saw your worthlessness and cursed your wife because you are not worth the grace of forgiveness."

Minos was trying to say something. Trying to plead, but there was no air to allow the words to take form.

When the dying King jerked up, Minotaur snapped his head down. Crunching Minos's nose with his forehead. That sound would ring his in his head for weeks.

Finally, Minos went slack. A few seconds later, his chest fell. A few minutes more, and his lips were turning blue. Only then did Minotaur release him. His limp body plopping onto the bed.

Panic flared in his chest.

Oh Gods. He killed a man.

What happened next was a blur. When he heard footsteps coming down the hall, he jumped out the window. His hand pressed against his mouth to hold in the shriek of pain as the bone of his horn caught the edge. Cracking it, but he knew. He was going to lose it.

Blood trickled from wounds he didn't realize he had. Were they from the confrontation? Were they from his life lived in that darkness? Were they from the fall from the window? He had no idea.

Minotaur dragged himself to a well that he remembered being in a hidden place where his mother would take him when Minos was being even more unseemly than usual. His large body collapsed on the cold stone, but this stone's cold was not unwelcome. It was the cold of a water damp cloth on a forehead when sick. Not the cold of being tossed in the snow without boots.

"Mama," he whispered, hiccupping as he curled up by the base of the well. Hot tears wetting his fur as his ears flicked back. He was covered in blood. His step father's and his own. He knew he should bathe, but he couldn't bring himself to stand. Where was she? Why hadn't she been with Minos? That man hadn't... hadn't hurt her, had he? The idea made him nearly ill. "Where are you?"

Darkness enveloped him. Just as he was going to let it, drowning in his own self pity, he heard a gasp, but he was too tired to lift his head.

"My sweet boy," Pasiphae's voice was choked as she fell to her knees, cupping her son's face in her hands to make him look up at him. "My sweet Asterion."

Asterion. That's right. That was the name his mother gave him. Minotaur was what some nurse said to try to calm the vengeful Minos.

He smiled up at his mother. Blood on his teeth and tears in his fur. "Mama?"

"Shh, it's alright, little one. Let's get you cleaned up."

"You don't know what I've done."

"I think I do," she said, stroking his furry ear. "But you're my son. It doesn't matter. Let me take care of you. I failed you once, little one. I never will again."

[rs-hawk]

Nobleman Minotaur Part Three

After your official debut, Minotaur started avoiding you even more. It hurt. You tried to find reasons to be around him, but he always found an excuse to leave quickly. You had thought the two of you had grown closer, especially after the dance you shared. You thought maybe he liked you, but maybe you were wrong.

One day, you were walking through the garden, lazily picking grapes from the vine, with Pasiphae appearing in front of you. "Your Rarity!" you gasped, quickly dipping your head, grapes dropping from your hands as you grabbed up your dress to curtsy.

The immoral laughed, setting her hand under your chin to draw it up. "No need for such formalities, Princess. I've come to check in on your family, and my son. Have you seen him?"

Your face fell as she took her hand back. "I don't know, ma'am. Minotaur has been avoiding me lately."

"What did you say?" her voice sounded hard, angry even. It sent a chill down your spine.

"Minotaur has been avoiding me," you whispered, your throat felt tight as you repeated your sentence.

"Is that what you all have been calling him? No wonder he has been avoiding you," while she didn't mean it as cruelly as it came across, it still struck your heart.

"Is that not his name? I thought-," you started, only to be cut off by a wave of her hand.

"That is the name my last husband called him. The name given to him by nurse maids to try to appease him, as if he were Hera and my lovely boy was Heracules. No, Minotaur is not his name, and never had been," she sneered, looking towards the building where your love had been residing.

"Why would he never correct me, or anyone?" your voice quivered as she began to take long strides towards her son's home, and you followed obediently.

"Asterion has always been a curious child," she paused, sparing a glance over her shoulder at you. "Even curse aside."

"Asterion? Is that his true name?" you asked as you rolled the name on your tongue. It tasted like a warm blanket and honey tea.

"Yes," she said with a smile, coming to the stairs leading up to his doors. "A strong name for a strong boy."

Lifting her hand to the door, she rapped lightly on the door. It only took a moment for her son to open it, though his eyes went immediately to you. Under his gaze, your face flushed. It was so intense. How could he look at you like that and then not even want to speak a word to you?

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" Pasiphae grinned, looking between the two. "I thought you said my shy son had been avoiding you."

"He has been," you muttered, your cheeks glowing redder.

"Mother," he groaned, though you thought maybe you saw a blush under his fur.

"Alright, alright. I won't push," she smiled as she made her way inside as he side stepped to let the two of you in. "I just wanted to check in on my sweet boy."

"I am doing well. Y/N and her family are exceedingly kind to me," he said in a quiet voice, side eyeing you.

"And yet you haven't even told the poor girl your real name. Are you ashamed of it? I agonized over your name," she puffed up her cheeks playfully, glaring at her son.

"Of course not, but everyone already knows me as Minotaur, so it just felt strange. It's not like anyone actually referred to me as Asterion... before," his eyes were downcast, his tail and ears drooping.

"I like it," you chimed in, rubbing your arm nervously. "I think it suits you."

"Thank you," he muttered back just as shyly.

"I think I will continue my visit with the King and check back in later," his mother nearly purred as she gave you a slight shove before stepping back towards the door. "You two should get better acquainted, I think. I can trust the two of you unchaperoned, can't I?"

Minotaur, no, Asterion, glared at her as she rushed away, laughing lightly. He didn't understand how she could be borderline cruel to her. She knew him better than anyone else. She had to know how his heart had always ached for love and kindness, and here you were, all of that embodied. You looked up at him through your dark lashes, the blush finally subsiding. Gods, it was such a gorgeous sight.

"So, you haven't been avoiding me. Then what has this all been about?" you said in what you hoped was a playful tone.

He was definitely blushing under that fur. There was no doubt in your mind about that with the way that he was acting. "I have been trying to be respectful."

"How so?"

"You are a Princess. It's not as if I am really deserving of the kind of attention I... well," he ran his fingers through his hair as he looked away. "Well, the kind of attention that I wish you would give me. I might have a title, but most will always see me as a monster."

"What kind of attention do you wish that I would give you?" you were breathless, your blood pounding in your ears. He shrugged and didn't respond. "I don't see a monster when I look at you. I see a man. A man who has been through so much. More than anyone else could imagine. A very handsome man."

His eyes met yours quickly as he jerked his head up to look at you. "Please, don't say things you don't mean."

"I would never," your voice was strained. Your mouth dry.

Cautiously, you took a step closer to him. He let out a soft groan, his brows furrowing together. "Princess, you don't know what you're saying when it comes to a creature like me."

"What does it mean for me to say it to a man like you?" you whispered, taking another step closer to him. You reached out, your fingers just barely grazing his muscular forearm. "Tell me."

There was silence for several seconds before he reached out to you, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands. You were able to look up at him, your heart racing. His dark eyes seemed impossibly deep. After a moment, he lowered his head. Your eyes fluttered shut with anticipation. You gripped his forearm now, drawing him closer to you. You could feel his breath on your lips. Your entire body was shaking with excitement.

"Princess," he sighed, and you could almost feel his lips moving as he spoke.

"Well, that was a quick visit. Y/N, your father is waiting for you," Pasiphae's voice filled the air as she opened the door.

Asterion jumped back, snorting with clear irritation. "Mother, we were-."

"Doing something that a chaperon would fully allow, I'm sure. Now, Y/N, I do believe you would be interested in what your father and I discussed," the immortal smiled at you, her eyes creasing as it brightened her face.

"Of course," you bowed your head, casting a look at Asterion before exiting, with your heart still nearly beating out of your chest.

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