You crawl away, panting heavily as you leave the chaotic depths of the orgy going on in the Free Use City Office. Somehow you’ve managed to avoid being found with the Easter egg vibrator stuck snuggly in your tight hole.
But your jaw aches, your lips are swollen, and you don’t know how much more of this you can take without a release of your own.
That’s when a sudden shadow falls over you. Looking up, you see Minotaur Boss standing tall and proud before you. His suit in perfect condition and not a hair out of place.
You almost question if he’s been participating but you see the smallest drop of cum in the corner of his mouth before he licks it up with his fat tongue.
“You’ve been mighty generous this game, pet,” Minotaur Boss rasps.
He offers you his hand and you take it on unsteady legs, so turned on you fear you’ll pass out. Your boss’ eyes look over you and you can feel your body heat up even more at the attention.
“It’s not like you,” he adds, voice suspicious, eyes glimmering with triumph.
And he’s not exactly wrong either. Everyone in the office spoils you. If they’re not servicing you they’re just plain fucking you. In your time at the office you’ve barely ever had to get on your knees, so to speak. Now it’s come to bite you in the ass. You know you’ve been caught, there’s no use trying to deny it.
Still, you have to try as you start to fall back on your knees. But Minotaur Boss is quick to stop your little games. Squeezing your hand he pulls you back up and pushes you over a nearby desk. You cry out as your chest hits the cold desk.
Minotaur Boss kicks apart your legs, yanking off your pants before you can say a word. Anticipation curls in your belly as you wait for him to find it and you jump as his prickly tongue rolls over the length of you.
A shiver rolls through you as his tongue searches and probes your hole, igniting your nerves and making you gush with another wave of lust. He teases you like he knows the egg is already inside you and he’s just drawing it out, torturing you.
But he fucks you with his tongue like the beast he is, lapping at your core and drowning in your taste like he never wants to come up for air. He growls against you as you writhe against his mouth, grinding down on his face and taking what you need. Reaching back you grab his horns and ride him as rough as you can.
His clawed hands grip at your thick thighs and he pulls you down even harder on top of him, tongue swirling around every sensitive inch of you. Driving you higher and higher to your peak, your moans cutting through the sounds of the orgy behind you.
You cum hard on Minotaur Boss’ tongue, sparks shooting throughout your body as waves of pleasure leave you. The force of your release so strong it sends the egg vibrator shooting out of your hole. Before it can fall to the ground he swipes it from the air, a smug smirk on his face.
“Ahh. There it is,” he purrs before leaning in and giving your fluttering hole a gentle kiss.
A tingle of overstimulation zaps through you and you let out a cute little yelp as Minotaur Boss stands to his full height. Letting the aftershocks wash over you as he addresses the room.
“Looks like I’ve won. Now it’s time for my real prize.”
You look over your shoulder just as Bunny Secretary waltzes up and places the vibrator’s remote in Minotaur Boss’ claws. The rest of the room collectively sags in disappointment despite the lust in the air. All of them wishing they were the ones to have won you. But the only thing you can seem to focus on is your boss as he closes in on you.
And even though the office has the day off for the party, you know he’s about to put you to work.
Request: Just maybe the general idea of not believing/looking for/expecting like ridiculous sexual pleasure then being convinced if that makes any sense! Also a fan of rough sex without it being sadistic and still pleasurable! It could also be a single monster! stranger-roommate-friend whichever! If only small pieces of this get the brain juices flowing in a complete opposite direction, I would not be upset in any way. I would even love a story of just fem autistic reader falling in love with a huge monster or a slice of life! I am just excited to see what you make! I hope this is something you can work with! Thank you so much
A/N: I laughed so hard at some of the lines here, I find myself hilarious, ngl. Enjoy!
Pheromoned
Minotaur x fem!reader || dub-con, accidental heat (kinda?), rough sex, (light) dirty talk, (mentioned) oral sex
It all started in the weirdest way possible. You’d been living with him for a while already, at least half a year, and he never showed much interest in your hobbies or spending time with you. And you were fine with it, you didn’t have to be friends, you were only roommates after all. But someday… It changed.
You didn’t know why he did it, but he started hanging out with you almost constantly out of the blue. If you were home, he was in the same room as you, it was like he couldn’t get enough of you. But you didn’t question it much, he could be lonely, and you definitely felt better when he was around. He was so sweet and kind, always offering to cook for you, always giving you compliments and snuggling with you when your day was shitty. It was like having a best friend. A very big, very beefy, and very hot best friend. One that made your pussy get wet. But you could ignore that in favor of hanging out and having a good time.
But lately, things have started to escalate. Your response to him gets hotter and hotter. You don’t know what’s happening to you, maybe you are ovulating or something, because every time he’s close to you, your pussy is clapping for attention. You get used to being constantly wet around him. It’s intoxicating. It’s like your pussy is salivating for his cock, and damn… You want to jump his bones very badly. But you can hold it together. You really can. You aren’t going to ruin your friendship because your pussy wants to be all slimy next to him.
But it’s getting harder and harder (or more like wetter and wetter).
He gets closer to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pressing you close to his side. You inhale deeply, and feel a literal gush of desire soak through your panties. You feel so embarrassed that you have to excuse yourself, running to your room. You are in such a hurry that you don’t hear him following you.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” He sounds so concerned, and looks so cute… You wonder how his dick would feel buried deep down your throat, how nice it would be to bounce on it while he gropes your tits, how wide he would stretch your pussy while he fucks you from behind.
You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. “Yes! Yeah!” Your exclamation sound so fake you cringe at your own words. “I’m perfectly fine,” but your voice breaks at the last word in a high-pitched tone that only makes you feel weirder about the whole thing. Your pussy is still gushing, and you can feel heat all over your skin. And he looks so fucking good…
It takes you a total of three seconds to close the space between you two, throwing yourself at him. Literally. He catches you mid air with a huff of surprise before he cradles you against his chest. Your hands find his horns instantly, and he moans against your mouth when you go for it. You massage the base of his horns, where he confessed he feels the most, while you claim his mouth like you are desperate for him. Because you are. Very desperate. You feel like your life is going to end if you don’t get his dick to kiss your cervix in the next couple of minutes.
“We should- Fuck!” He curses when you grind down on his cock, your legs around his waist while you do your best to create friction between your bodies, biting down on his neck. “We should talk,” he breathes out but his hands are groping your ass, pulling at the waistband of your shorts and lowering them enough to pull at your thong. The rubbing of the fabric over your clit makes you scream his name, much to your embarrassment and his delight.
“Later. We talk later. I need your cock. Please. Please. Give me your cock,” you are being incoherent, but you don’t care. You need it. Your pussy is crying for him and he can wipe the tears with his huge minotaur dick.
“Okay. Okay. Get to the bed,” he orders, trying to get you off his body, but you only cling harder. You squeeze your legs around his middle, grinding your pussy against his abs and rubbing his horns until his knees buckle under him. “Fuck. No bed. Okay. No bed. Whatever you want.”
He pulls at the fabric of your pants until you hear something ripping, you don’t fucking care. You release one of his horns to slip it between your bodies and pull his cock free. You are so grateful he’s wearing sweatpants.
He puts your thong to the side, sniffing the air and moaning. “Fuck, you are dripping, aren’t you? Goddess, you are perfect.”
He positions himself, trying to go slow. But you are above all that. You sink down in one long thrust that makes his legs give out under him. His knees hit the ground with a soft thud, and he groans in pain, but you don’t fucking care. You are already bouncing on his minotaur dick like you are in a rodeo and aiming for the first prize.
He’s huffing and puffing, holding you close against his chest while you go crazy above him, fucking him with all your might. You are having the time of your life and he looks like he’s holding on for dear life. You are pretty sure your hips are going to end up bruised, but you don’t fucking care because his dick is huge and it’s pressing against every single pleasure point inside of you. It’s driving you insane in the best way possible.
Your first orgasm hits you like a brick to the head, your whole body going lax and then thrashing above your minotaur roommate. Unable to control your extremities, you almost hit him in the head while your body shakes with a pleasure so high you could barely describe it. You ascend into another dimension. Into another plane of existence. Your pussy is singing with the angels and his dick is the melody.
But your body craves more. It craves so much more.
You continue riding him, chasing the edge of pain and pleasure due to overstimulation, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, the tip of his dick hitting your G-spot with each thrust. He’s making sounds not known by humans, but you don’t even care.
He’s grabbing at you like a lifeline while you continue biting his neck and holding onto his horns. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, precum so copious it’s starting to mix with your juices, ruining his pants completely. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, helping you up and down his shaft again and again.
You come half a dozen more times before he finally releases everything he’s holding. He cums so deep inside of you, it’s almost like he’s fucking your throat. You let out a whimper that could easily be his name, but also anything else. You feel boneless, completely exhausted and thoroughly fucked. You are in heaven. He lowers his body until you are cuddled against his chest, his heartbeat still going rabbit-fast.
“The pheromones worked way better than expected,” he says with a chuckle between labored breaths. His whole chest shakes, and it takes you a second to catch up with what he just said.
“What do you mean?” You ask, your breathing is equally erratic after that good fucking. Your brain is still swimming in a daze of pleasure and minotaur dick.
He kisses your forehead, making you blush. Because apparently after fucking dirty, you would blush after a little kiss. “Minotaurs exude pheromones when we find our mate, and I’ve been trying you to catch up for months. I thought the pheromones would help and well… You did become pussy-dazed for me,” he explains.
You pull at his chest until you can look at him in the eyes, anger coiling inside of you. “You pheromoned me?!” Your voice is shocked and high-pitched.
He shakes his head, apologetically, trying to get you back to his chest. “For us, babe. I did it for us. Didn’t you like my dick?” He sounds almost pitiful with that question, and you feel a tiny bit bad for him.
But not enough to let him go so easily. “What are you tal-” You ask, equal parts offended and confused.
He rolls over you so fast you can’t process his movement before his big head is between your legs and his tongue is licking your whole pussy in one long lick. Whatever you were going to say gets lost in the pleasure of his tongue against your clit while you hold onto his horns for dear life.
Former Classmates - Workmates - Old Crush - Mutual Pining
“What is it?” One whispered.
Chick Keaton! Of all people in the world, you had never expected him at all. You were still staring with a gaped mouth, watching as he talked to the owner at the counter. Both seemed to know one another.
“Apparently, he and Mr. Denton’s son went to college together,” a whisper caught your attention. “That’s why he’s bringing his business here.”
“Business?” You gasped.
Your work best friend, Tilly shrugged. “Not sure exactly, something to do with photography I think?”
You looked back at Chick. You too had known him from college. But you had been an awkward little freshman while he was a big, rip roaring senior sorority boy. He looked good too, not that he didn’t in college, but he had certainly grown up in all that time. He had finally let his hair grow out, which hung in perfect red ringlets around his horns. As a minotaur, he had always been big, towering really. And what had once been a chubby brute of a football player was now a suit clad, bubble butted man.
Tilly nudged you in the ribs. “I wouldn’t mind playing those bongos.”
You frowned, tightening your arm around your itinerary tablet. “Don’t let him or Mr. Denton hear you talk like that!” You hissed.
She and some of the others sarcastically saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”
You shooed them off back to work, strutting towards the front desk.
“Ah! There she is! I own this place but she’s the one who runs it. You’d probably do better talking to her than me, Charles.”
Charlies? You didn’t realize that’s what Chick was short for. Standing before him though you were sent back in time, back when you hadn’t filled out and grown into you shape, when you had acne and were one year away from getting your braces removed.
“Good afternoon,” you extended your hand to him. “I hear we may be working with you.”
Chick’s eyes went to your hand.
“More than that!” Mr. Denton exclaimed. “We’re going to be partnering with Charles. He’s going to be our photographer from now on. We’ll be able to offer discounts to his services when people use our venue. We were just discussing where we could put him an office and studio.”
Chick took your hand, giving it a gentle shake.
“An office is easy.” You became so nervous as soon as Chick held your hand. “A studio though, that might be hard to drum up.”
Chick slowly let go of your hand.“I’m willing to build one. I would just like a tour of the grounds to see where one could be set up.”
“I think that space over near the storage shed would be perfect,” Mr. Denton always sounded so happy about everything. It was part of why you liked working with him. “It gets great light, but it’s got no view.”
“That’s what I was thinking too.” You went back to clutching your work security blanket, the tablet. “It would be easy too since the old pavilion concrete is still there.”
“Yes!” Mr. Denton cheered. “I knew she was ahead of me. Now, why don’t you show Charles around. Give him a tour as well. Show him how good our kitchen is.”
You nodded, a growing more anxious as Mr. Denton stepped away.
“Right this way, sir.” You said, stepping away from the front desk and heading towards the front door. “Of course we’re mostly a wedding venue. But when we don’t have scheduled events planned we offer catering, fine dining, and movies are shown out in the field. So there’s always something going on around here.”
“Yes, Mr. Denton told me I could work any of the planned events I wanted.” He sounded strangely aloof.
“The fine dining would be nice. Customers could buy photos.” You offered, still trying to break the ice.
Chick stopped at one point near the pavilion. “Prom photos.” he then pointed a little west of that where the flower garden started. “Baby photos.”
“Excuse me?”
He shook his head and his curls shook. “Sorry. Just thinking out loud.” he looked at you again, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you.
“You haven’t even seen some of the indoor facilities yet!” You exclaimed. “Uhm…even our bakery is…” He was still giving you that look. “I’m sorry, is something the matter?”
Chick lifted a finger from his waist and pointed at you. “I know you, don’t I?”
Your lips parted. “Uh-”
He finally cracked a smile. “Yeah! From college!” He slapped his hand against his thigh. “It’s been bugging me this whole time! I was like, ‘Chick old boy, those pretty brown eyes are calling to me’.”
Your face instantly went hot.
“You were younger, right?” He chuckled.
Nodded, you clutched onto the tablet again. “Yes. I was a freshman when you were a senior.”
He looked so pleased with himself, grinning and giggling. He really did resemble himself from college now. Boyish, charming.
“Phew! I’m so relieved. Senior year isn’t exactly what I remember from college. You understand?” His southern drawl was somehow even more attractive than in college.
“I think so.” You gifted your hand, tipping it back like you were drinking.
“That and the pot. Mostly pot,” he snorted. He then leaned down closer to you and whispered. “Don’t tell Mr. Denton, but his son was my supplier back in the day. He used to grow the best closet green I ever had.”
You smiled, pressing your lips together as you giggled.
“See? I recognize that shy little giggle too,” Chick chuckled. “How you been? Life been treating you better since freshman year?”
“Better,” you were relaxed now.
“You used to work in the library right?”
How he remembered that was shocking. He wasn’t exactly the library type. “Yeah. I…I did. The bookstore too on weekends.”
Chick grinned. “I remember you telling me about it.”
He remembered?
“Now you run this place? Not to shabby! You like working here?” He asked. “Mr. Denton a good employer.”
“Yes,” you gasped out, still a bit shocked. “He’s great to the staff, listens to us. He’s away a lot so he sort of gives me the controls and he’ll go along with what I say most of the time.”
“I like to hear that,” he chuckled.
You wanted to bring up the night the two of you really met. But that night, while a good memory, was also a horrible one. You weren’t really sure how to broach it.
“My boss was a right piece of shit. I made him a ton of money and well, you see where I’m at now.” Chick scoffed. “Unfortunately that boss was also my father.”
“Yikes.”
“Yeah, left the family firm and started my own photography business. No one is happy with me,” he let out a loud laugh. “But hey, I’m happier with it than defending assholes in court. Of course, the old man is saying I need to pay him back for law school.” He stared off into the distance, pouting slightly.
You had forgotten he was going to school to be a lawyer.
“Well,” he sighed. “Anyways, show me an office. I’d like to get stuff moved in.”
“Right! Uhm-” You opened your tablet and clicked through a few documents. “Oh, actually, there’s a space across from my office we can clean out. We’ve been using it for chairs since it's, well, easier than the actual storage shed.”
“Alright! I’ll get to pass you by.”
You turned to hide your encroaching blush.
He began moving in equipment right after you gave him the tour. He even moved the chairs back to the shed by himself.
You and Tilly were watching him unload his truck while you shared lunch on the patio. You still couldn’t believe it was Chick!
“College eh?” Tilly was more into her pickle now than Chick.
“Yeah. I met him during a Pig Party.”
Tilly flinched, her ears perked up and her whiskers twitched. “What?”
You pouted. “I was asked on a date by a guy at Chick’s frat. I was naive and probably stupid,” you grumbled, taking a bite of your sandwich.
Tilly motioned towards Chick. “Did he participate?”
You shook your head. “He broke it up, actually. Me and the other ‘dates’ were all just about to cry in the corner when Chick came in and stopped the party. He threw people out, tore down some stuff, then he came over and invited us all out on a date.” You smiled shyly. “He was really sweet.”
“He took us all out for drinks, danced with us, bought us hamburgers on the beach. He made us feel…special after what happened. I think that’s what people liked about him back in college. He had a way of charming people.” You glanced Chick’s way, watching as he used a clip to get his curls out of his face. He had taken off his suit and replaced it with a tight t-shirt and jeans. His shirt rolled up over his belly a bit.
“Crush?” Tilly teased.
You huffed and pushed Tilly’s arm. “Oh stop.”
Over the next few days Chick got settled into his office, setting it up. He began making plans for the studio with Mr. Denton as well. Sometimes, when you were in your office, you could hear him playing old outlaw country.
The two of you chatted often in the hall. Hell, you waved to each other through open doors from your desks. Occasionally he brought in coffee or snacks he would share with you. He would come in and sit on your desk, wasting time with you while he waited on calls.
“What’cha reading?” he picked up your book from the desk.
You tried to stop him, but he was already looking at the ripping bodice cover and reading the blurb on the back. “Oh ho! Naughty girl,” he teased.
“Don’t call me that!” You pouted.
“You have some pages marked.” he smirked, flipping to one of the sticky notes. “He pressed his thumb against her full lips, and when separated them he pressed against her welcoming tongue-” he stalled reading, his eyes darting along the page.
“Give me that!” You snatched the book away from him.
“Really naughty,” he said, almost purring. “Your boyfriend not taking proper care of you?”
“No, but only because he doesn’t exist,” you grunted, stuffing the book into a drawer.
Chick smirked. “Good!”
You glared at him.
“No!” He threw his head back laughing. “I have been trying to figure that out since I got here! But you’re so tight lipped.” He leaned over you. “I’ve been dying to ask you out.”
Your face must have turned cherry red in that instant. “What?”
He kicked his legs hanging off the desk. “A date. A nice one too. Better than what happened in college.”
“The pig party?” You blurted.
“Don’t say that,” he grimaced. “I mean, the date I took you and the others on. Only this time, just you and me.” He eyed the drawer you hid your book in. “I bet I can make that book seem lackluster.”
“You’re serious.”
He nodded proudly. “Those brown eyes of yours make me melt, honey. I wanna cook you dinner.”
Certainly a string of words you weren’t prepared to hear that day. Hell, any day!
The next thing you knew you were standing outside his door, clutching a bottle of wine. His front door opened, and he stepped out with a grin.
“You found the place!” he dipped down, kissing your cheek. “Come on in! I just got the appetizer ready.” He stepped aside, letting you in. “Sorry about the place, I’m still moving in.”
“That’s okay.” You looked around at boxes stacked up. But there was a table placed in the center of the room with flowers and candles. “Oh! Here.” You held up the wine to him.
His large hand touched yours as he took the bottle. “You didn’t need to bring anything, honey.”
“I wasn’t sure. You were cooking so I thought wine might be nice.”
He chuckled. “I don’t drink much anymore, but I’ll try this with you.” he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you. “Sit, relax. I’ll bring you the appetizer.”
You had never been cooked for before. This was a new type of date. You looked around, taking in the few things he had on display in his apartment. There was a couple of anime figurines, a horseshoe hanging over the door, a set of baby horns in a frame.
“There we go.” He set a plate of hot wings before you. “One of my specialties.” He took a wing, biting into it.
“They smell good,” you remarked.
“I used to make these for myself after a stressful day at the firm.” He sat down beside you. “I’d make a ton then eat them all in one setting.” He patted his belly. “You think I was chubby in college. You should have seen me five years ago!”
“You always looked good though,” you offered. “I mean, tummies are in these days.”
Chick licked hot sauce from the corner of his mouth. “You flatter me. But trust me, mine has always been out!” He slapped his belly. “The stress got to me and my go to was eating.”
You cupped your hand around your mouth as you chewed. “I understand. Obviously.”
Chick’s eyes went up and down you. “I like it.”
You could have chocked.
“I like something my hands fit around.” he flexed his fingers before you. “Thick thighs get me going,” he shivered.
You dabbed at your mouth with a napkin. “Well, thanks?”
“I don’t mean to fluster you. I want you to be comfortable. I did buy myself a copy of that book though. I wanted to see what made you tick.”
“You bought it?”
“I liked what I saw. I really like it. I see why your book girlies go for those sort of things.” He leaned back in his chair.
“Escapism.”
Chick leans forward again, excited. “I liked the chapter where Raphael pretends to be a thief in Lady April’s room.”
Your cheeks flushed. “Me too.” You weren’t really sure how to elaborate on it.
“I liked the playfulness of it.” he was going to say more, but a timer went off. “I’ll be right back. Keep enjoying those.”
You were thinking about how sweet it was that he wanted to cook for you. Moving in is stressful, and he was barely settled. Yet he still found the time to set up the dining table, get some candles and flowers, and cook a meal with appetizers and who knows what else. You were also thinking about the last few dates you had and how lackluster they had been. You were also thinking about the last time you had sex and how truly disappointing that was. You were never the girl to dive right into sex anyways, or at least you were never given the chance to be. But the thought popped into your head that, with Chick, you’d fuck him anywhere.
“There we are.” Chick came out, carrying a large bowl in each hand. He set one down before you, unaware of the raging thoughts ratting in your skull. “Bone apple teeth.”
You opened your mouth to say something, but decided a smile was enough. You gazed into the bowl, seeing a hearty vegetable soup.
“I’ve been craving a good soup. I hope you don’t mind.” He sat down beside you again with a proud smile. “No one back home really cooked. So I’ve been watching as many cooking videos as I can,” he chuckled.
“Are you self taught with most things you do?” You asked with a giggle. You brought a spoonful of the up to your lips, blowing to cool the steaming broth.
“Just the things I want to do,” he chuckled. “Photography, drawing, cooking.” He took a big bite and his eyes became content.
“You draw too?”
He was still chewing, so all he could do was shake his head. “I ain’t any good at it! I just started picking it up now and again when I got anxious.”
That seemed surprising. You ate the spoonful and was instantly captivated by how flavorful it was!
Chick grinned from ear to ear. “Like it?”
“Delicious,” you moaned in pleasure.
Chick licked his lips. “Good. I could eat my own cooking all day, but what matters is what other people think. Well, for cooking anyways. I think food is to be shared.”
You nodded, hungrily gobbling down more of the soup.
“I want to learn how to bake next.”
You swallowed, tapping your hand on the table as the bite was too hot. “I can show you!” You gasped out.
Chick’s eyes widened. “Like bread and cake and stuff?”
You nodded, drinking cold water.
You got to talking more in depth than you had planned. Chick offered wine and gave you a quick tour of his home. All his savings had gone into buying the place and everything for his photography business. He was essentially broke, even if his grandparents sent him money against his will, as he claimed.
The wine must have been getting to your head, because all you could think about was how sexy chick was. His large arms, full chest, and soft belly. He looked cuddly and rough at the same time.
“Oh my, I’ve never had a girl in my room before,” Chick said teasingly, but there was a tinge of nervousness to his voice. He cleared his throat, taking another drink of wine. “Sorry, stupid joke.” He looked anxiously around his room. “I’m not good at decorating either. Too much of a dude still, I guess.”
You sipped your wine, eyeing what a nice space the bedroom was. It had a bay window, which for now was stacked with boxes. “You’re a smart fella. You could learn a few things I’m sure.” You sauntered over to his bed, picking up the book resting open on the pillow.
Chick’s nervous expression turned flushed, his ears went back and his tail twitched. “Well uh, my mom always liked a western theme for our houses.”
“You’re joking?” You giggled and turned the book over, reading a bit. “Oh, you’re at the part where Lady Fairchild finds Raphael sleeping.” You sipped your wine again, happily re-reading that page.
“I had to stop there.” Chick came up behind you cautiously.
“Her lips wrapped around his indulgent manhood, urging it to become stiff as the mighty oak he’d chopped down earlier. His body when taut, showing off the sinew and well earned muscle.”
Chick let out a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t expect every other chapter to be so…steamy. I can usually read pretty quickly. But uhm-” he reached for the book but you stepped aside.
“Being a lady, she never would have dreamed of accosting a man in his sleep like this. But Fairchild couldn’t keep her hands off Raphael, his cock was so hard upon her tongue, so hot, she wanted to devour him, to take his seed anyway she could get it.”
“Y-you don’t have to read aloud,” he chuckled weakly again.
“Sorry.” You smiled shyly at him. “I just really enjoy this part.”
Chick averted his eyes, fidgeting and turning his hips.
“I’ve always wanted to try this.” You were crazy! It was the wine!
Chick’s long lashes fluttered.
“To make a guy up like this. I don’t know…is that weird?”
He shook his head, still not looking directly at you. “No. Not weird.”
You set the book aside, approaching him and placing your hand upon his arm. “I need to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.” Your fingers slipped down his strong arm, suggestively brushing against his thigh.
Heart pounding like the drums in a death metal song, you shakily made your way to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, red faced and wide eyed. “What is wrong with you?” You hissed. “Me? What’s wrong with you? Being all horned up like that! This is a first date, you know?” You huffed, pacing a bit. “Get a grip! You’re just going to go back and have a conversation. Nothing is going to happen yet!” You looked back at yourself in the mirror and drank water from the sink. You gave yourself a pep talk to calm down then left the bathroom.
You went down the hall to the bedroom. “You know. There’s another book in this series about Lady Fairchild’s sister and the butcher-”
The world stopped as you stepped into the bedroom. Everything was silent, still, and unreal. Laid naked upon the bed was Chick, his cock half hard against his thigh. He was pretending to sleep, but you could tell he was bursting from uncertainty.
“Oh-” you gasped, cupping your hand around your mouth. “Oh…” You let out a pleasant sound and approached the bed. You kneeled upon the mattress, petting up his strong leg. You knew he was packing, it was a secret everyone in college knew.
“I shouldn’t,” you said performatively. “He’s sleeping.” Your eyes flicked up to his face as his lips pressed into a firm line. You stood, doing the same as him and taking off all your clothes. You shivered slightly, unsure what to cover first.
“You can do this,” you whispered. You crawled back into the bed, going between his thighs. His cock was fully erect now, hovering above his body, visibly pulsing. You took him into your hand, stroking gently.
“Shit…he’s massive.” You compared his girth to your wrist and swallowed. “I’ve never seen one like this in person.” You lips parted. “Can I even-” You placed his tip upon your tongue, moving your mouth around him and closing your lips.
Chick flinched, letting out a moan.
You sucked, finding the fullness of him pleasing. You stroked his base with one hand, white petting his thigh with the other. Chick was struggling to remain ‘asleep’, but he couldn't hold it in.
Releasing him, you took a few deep breaths. “Fuck.” You kissed his shaft, his tip, lapping him up. Something about sucking his cock was turning you on even more. You took him back into your mouth, going deeper, letting him into your throat.
Chick’s hips blacked and he cried out, alarmed and pleasured. He settled back down, trembling to keep up the act.
Touching yourself you found how wet you had become. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this aroused, let alone the last time you wanted to fuck so badly. You continued sucking him, becoming sloppy in the process. You wanted his cock, you wanted to pleasure him.
“Wait!” Chick whined.
You raised your eyes, releasing him as he propped up on his elbows. He looked drunk on lust, unable to keep up the sleeping act. You wiped your mouth, catching your breath. Your eyes locked with is, both of you holding your breath as the moment took over.
You were held in a mating press, legs behind your head as Chick thrust down into you, delivering blow after blow to that wonderful sensitive spot inside. He was snarling, you were crying out in pleasure. He was going so deep! Filling you so full! You made up your mind, you’d marry Chick if you had to.
Post nut clarity came later as you two sat at the dining table with mugs of coffee. It was super late, you were wearing his robe, he had on his underwear. It was silent, you both were afraid to speak.
“Good coffee,” you muttered.
He nodded. “It’s the only thing I really splurge on.”
Quiet again.
“Sorry,” you finally blurted out.
Chick held his hands out. “No! I’m sorry!”
You cupped your hands around your face. “I don’t do this usually! I don’t know what came over me!”
“Me neither!” He sat back, fidgeting with his hair. “I’ve been falling for you at work! This was so stupid of me!”
“No! I pushed it I was- Falling?” You watched him with wide eyes.
He nodded. “I’ve had a crush since college. Seeing you again made me feel like a kid and I-” He sighed and smiled nervously. “I wanted to make this special to wait for when…” His smile turned into a pout.
“Oh-” breathless was the only word you could think of. “Me too…I mean…when you rescued me and others from the pig party I was…”
You both locked eyes again.
“We can still make it special, right? Even if we got a bit too tempted,” you chuckled nervously.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
You were on the floor of the kitchen after attempting to get another cup of coffee. He was thrusting deep inside you.
“You’re so soft! So sweet!” He moaned. “I love your thighs! Your body!”
You cried out, arching off the tiled floor. “Right there! Right there!”
“I’m gonna cum in you! I’m gonna make you mine over and over and over-” he snarled with wild abandon.
“I want it!” You whined. “Fuck me! Make me yours!”
It felt so good to be taken like that, hard, powerful, world shaking. Gentle could come later, right now, you needed to be fucked senseless.
The coffee was steaming as you stood there, robe falling off your shoulders, legs shaking from the second greatest orgasm of your life. Chick was breathing heavy, sweating, leaned against the counter as he too was having a hard time standing.
“I’ve never milked a cow before,” you said, dizzy and offhanded.
Chick started laughing and you joined in with giggling.
“I’ve never felt this way with anyone,” he murmured, heading down, curls shifting. “So intense, so…heated.”
You nodded, sipping the hot coffee as you tried to return from the world of endless humping. “I know what you mean.”
He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “It’s one thing to be so giddily enamored with you. Like now, I feel like a kid. But when I’m inside you I can quench myself enough. I have to have you, I have to make you cum.”
You nodded. “Maybe that’s real chemistry.”
“Yeah,” he sighed dreamily. “So uh…I have stuff to make breakfast in the morning, if you’d like to stay the night.”
You glanced at the clock on the stove. “It’s three in the morning.”
“How long were we at it?” he gasped.
You giggled, setting your coffee cup down. “We might as well stay up then.” You wrapped your arms around his bare waist, pressing your naked body against his. “We should talk a bit more and learn about each other. Right?”
You knew where you would end up, bent over the bathroom counter as he drove into you from behind. You were talking about first-times, his was when he was sixteen, yours was senior year of college. It got heated and before you even got in the shower, you were wet again, taking his thick cock deep inside. You’d probably call out of work the next day, you wouldn’t be able to walk very well.
“I can’t stop myself,” Chick panted between thrusts. “Being inside you is too good.”
You grunted in reply.
“I love your pussy,” he moaned. “I love your hips in my hands! I love how my fingers sink in-” he growled, bucking, struggling to keep composure.
Around eight in the morning Chick was passed out, sleeping peacefully with a tender smile on his face.
“Where are you?” Tilly’s text asked.
“Sorry, I’m gonna have to call it a sick day today.”
“But it’s bagels day in the bakery! You were gonna tell me about the date.”
You glanced down at Chick as his hand reached out for you, pulling you against his chest. You smiled, knowing you would have to spill later.
“I will. But we’re going to need more than bagels to talk this one over.”
Chick’s arm tightened and he buried his face in your hair. You set your phone aside and melted into that embrace.
“What are you going to tell her?” He said sleepily.
You didn’t realize he was awake.
Chick chuckled, kissing your neck and cheek. “I don’t mind you sharing the intimate details. But uh…mute them a bit if you don’t mind.”
You took his hand, kissing his fingers. “Oh, the details are just for me,” you giggled.
He sighed happily. “What will you say about us?”
“Oh well.” You rolled over so you could face him. You stroked his cheek, studying the contours of his face. You then wrapped a curl around your finger, idly while you day dreamed.
“I’ll say we’re going to have another date, possibly sooner rather than later. Uhm…he’s going to take me out to the bookstore, then we’ll go and pick up ingredients so I can teach him how to make bread.”
His sleepy smile grew. “Book store?”
You nodded. “Yes. We’re going to get the sequel book I mentioned. As well as a couple of other books I want.”
He chuckled softly. “My treat of course.”
“Of course,” you giggled. You gave him a small, soft kiss. “Then, we’re going to make bread toegther, watching movies while it rises and bakes. Maybe have a drink or two.”
“Mmm.” He grabbed your hip, squeezing. “The bread will burn if we do that.”
“Well, we’re going to have to be good.” You smirked.
Chick laughed. “Oh! We’re good. But we need to behave.” He opened his eyes to look at you, his gaze going instantly soft. “Am I too clingy if I say I want to wake up to this every day?”
Your heart shuddered. “A little. But I don't mind.” You smiled back. “We’ll work towards it. Hopefully, give it a few months, it’ll become a regular. A year or two, and we’ll see.”
Boss is one of my beloved minotaur characters. He lives in Grimbrook and owns a pub called The Fog & Horn, a smoky little bar where the rules change after nightfall and desire knows no limits.
About Boss:
[minotaur] Boss - You have a job interview with Boss.
[vampire & minotaur] Eva & Boss - You clean up after your shift at the pub.
[monsters] The Fog & Horn 1/2 - Boss's pub started with a storm and a poker game...
[monsters] The Fog & Horn 2/2 - ...and turned into something more
More about the pub:
[goblin] Rust - Your job in the pub requires some extra care for the patrons.
[demon & half-orc] Reg & Riel - Your night continues in the pub.
[naga] Rova - Rova helps you relax when you go and visit Grimbrook's famous bar.
[monsters] Sweetheart - The town loves you, and they are more than happy to show their appreciation.
[rakshasa] Stella - Your girlfriend works late, and you, well, you help her.
[monsters] A little help - You need help with your dragon.
[naga] Vellar - The new bartender.
Even more on my Patreon:
[demon] Reg - 2/2 - Your relationship with the demon is ready for the next step.
[demon] Tristan - You are playing with fire, and Tristan isn't afraid to punish you in front of the whole pub.
[dragon] Aldris - You are a pretty plaything for the dragon and the others.
[monsters] Stay put - The pub's nightlife while you are stuck on a wolf-shifter.
[orc] Dalok - Your husband took two blue pills to keep up with you the whole night.
[wolf-shifter] Ari 2/2 - Ari is ready to face his little stalker on his own way. [sneak peek]
[wolf-shifter] Finn - Accidentally, you meet one of your workers at the pub. [sneak peek]
[orc] Kratch - The last person you wanted to meet at the pub is your ex's father. [sneak peek]
[monsters] Teased - Your patrons decide to tease you.
Check out early access to this series on my Patreon, tier Notebook and above
"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.
-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.
Summary: Professor Kaldor Voramys knows it’s wrong to be attracted to one of his students, but he can’t help himself. He told himself he needed to stay away from you, but what happens when car troubles brings you closer. If it's wrong, why does it feel so right? This will be part 1 of a multi-part series!
Warnings: Masturbation, Thoughts Of Oral and Vaginal Sex?
Preview:
It’s gotten to the point where he fucks his hand to the thought of you at night until he cums all over himself with your name on his lips; if he’s pent up, he ruts his cock into the bed, imagining you under him and crying out his name as you soak his sheets. He’s unsure how this little human got him so worked up and wrapped around his finger without trying.
He’s caught between wanting to be professional and sticking to his morals or giving into his desires and raw need for you. He wished he could say that you made it easy for him to try to ignore your presence, but it is quite the opposite.
Maybe he was? He was lonely, alone, never seeing anyone but his nephew and criminals. What opportunities would he have for sex in that situation? She couldn’t imagine any.
She looked over at him, still looking away shyly, and saw him in an entirely new light. He looked big, but there was an awkwardness to him as well, like he didn’t know what to do in this new situation. It reminded her of a teenager, but somehow she doubted he was that young.
They could sit down somewhere, talk, get to know each other, but after the fantasies she’d had back on her ship and some of her thoughts down in this maze, that wasn’t really her first inclination. Instead, she wanted to explore his body, get to know him in the most Biblical sense possible. He was stacked, with big muscles everywhere, and she was desperate to know what his fur felt like. It was thinner and finer across his abs where she’d initially touched him, but it was thicker elsewhere, and the not knowing was killing her.
But she wouldn’t cross a boundary without his permission. Touching him briefly like that had probably already been a bit much, but she hadn’t been thinking of it in a sexual way at the time. Now, she was.
“What’s you name?” she blurted out, because if she was contemplating sex with him, she absolutely wanted to know what name she should be screaming.
“Taurus.”
“You’ve… gotta be kidding me.”
“What?” Again, his brows furrowed, and she suspected he was confused.
She shook her head. “Nothing.” She took in a breath and sighed. “Okay, here goes. I would like to have sex.” She almost cringed when she said it. It was the most brazen, direct thing she’d ever said in her life, but she wasn’t sure how else to broach the subject without potentially crossing some unseen cultural boundaries.
“What’s that?”
He… didn’t know what sex what?!
“Sex? It’s…” How the fuck do I describe sex? She had never really thought about having kids, so the birds and bees conversation wasn’t really one she was prepared to have now. “Um, it’s, I guess, the act of giving or receiving pleasure. I don’t know. I’ve never had to describe it before.”
“Can you… show me?”
Her eyes bulged. “Yes?” she squeaked out, embarrassing herself. She cleared her throat. “Can you drop your pants?”
His brows furrowed again, but his hands reached for the front of his pants, and a moment later, they were sagging around his knees.
He was… breathtaking. He had a thick pelt on his legs that she desperately wanted to run her fingers through, which led up to his groin where the fur thinned and eventually disappeared. His penis dangled long and thick between those powerful legs, looking remarkably normal in spite of its size.
Sadie stepped forward, indulging herself by digging her fingers into the fur on his legs, massaging the muscles there and slowly but surely working her way north. It was too much of a pain to look him in the eye from this position, so she instead paid attention to his body language. Every time he leaned into a touch. Every time he clenched his muscles or pulled back.
When her hands finally reached the promised land, her fingers not quite touching that intimate flesh, she made the effort to lean back so she could see his face and make eye contact. “Is this okay? Do you want me to continue?”
He nodded, his eyes wide and practically glowing.
She smiled, then leaned forward again, this time curling her fingers around his base. He was so tall, it was surprisingly comfortable to do this while standing. She worked her hand up his length, twisting as she went, exploring his every contour to see what he seemed to like. He was alien, after all. She couldn’t rely on what humans enjoyed.
By the time she made it to his head, he was already hard and leaking pre-cum, and… bigger, thicker, heavier. She had to use both hands just to hold him because, especially with the copious creamy liquid leaking out of him, she just couldn’t get a good grip otherwise.
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