I know he’s scared of being tricked again, but he must feel how real this is. You can’t fake this kind of attraction, this kind of bond, but if I need to remind him every day for the next hundred years, I will.
He is mine and it’s about time he proved it.
He grabs me roughly and throws me back into the cell wall. I grin as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Yes, that’s it, show me everything, let me feel your strength.”
He growls and steam curls from his nose, making me rub against him. His eyes flash red and I moan as his hands grip me tighter, hoisting me higher up the wall as he rips my dress away and tears off my panties, tossing them to the floor.
“You will be bare for me, for anytime I want you,” he rumbles, glaring at me. “Understood, Draya?”
“Ooh, possessive, I like it. As long as you do the same, my bull,” I tease, rubbing my wet pussy against his hard cock.
He roars right in my face, and in one smooth move he slams inside me, no teasing or hesitation as he takes what he wants and I love it. I relish the possessive way he holds me, the strength coiled in his body that he uses to bring me pleasure just as easily as he brought death to the witches lying in pieces around us.
“Yes!” I cry out, lifting my hips to meet his brutal, raw thrusts as he hammers into me again and again. The pain blends with pleasure until I’m calling out random words, those red eyes locked on my face and drinking in my pleasure.
He wrings it from me with each jerk of his hips, hitting that spot inside me that has my eyes nearly crossing as I lose myself to him, my nails cutting strips down his back as I try to draw him closer. He growls with it, a particularly brutal thrust accompanying the sound, making me cry out and arch my chest into him, begging for more, wanting everything my monster has to offer.
I want to bathe in his lust and anger, feel his claws ripping into me as my blood drips down our bodies as we fuck...as we mate.
He pulls out of me and throws me to the floor. I flip onto my knees and crawl towards him as he kneels and drags me to him. His cock finds my wet pussy and slips back inside as he falls to his back, dragging me down until I’m spread above him, straddling his giant body. He’s too big. He grasps my hips again, and the smell of my blood hits the air. He sniffs and roars when he scents it, my bull becoming unleashed.
I sink down on his cock, rocking myself, but I’m unable to get much leverage until he starts to lift and drop me, my clit hitting his pelvis and sending bolts of pleasure through me until I’m suddenly crying out, my pussy clenching around his cock as I jerk above him, the orgasm dragged from my very toes. Wave after wave rolls through me, but he doesn’t stop, no, he fucks me through it, demanding more.
I can feel blood dripping from the punctures on my hips, rolling down my thighs, the ruby red liquid matching his eyes. “Dume,” I whimper, my pussy still clenching with aftershocks.
His name on my lips makes him grunt, and then suddenly we are moving again, but this time I’m on my knees with his hand on my back pushing me down as he enters me from behind. This feels right, primal, and fucking animalistic as he forces my thighs open for him and he fucks me roughly from behind. My nipples drag across the floor, the flash of pain adding another layer to my pleasure.
Being with him is perfect as his animal takes me from behind until everything else fades, and I can almost feel the sand under me from his maze where he belongs, the moon shining down on us as the minotaur claims his mate.
I feel his cock grow inside me, thickening and becoming impossibly longer, and his breathing picks up, harsher now, less human—I know he’s changed. He doesn’t let me look, keeping my head down, but I want to see, I want to touch, so I rip myself away and roll over. He rears back, his red, animal eyes staring down at me, his horns curling from his head, scarred like the