"I didn't want to risk you triggering my rut until we had spoken," I said. "So I herded you in here so we could talk. I can open the way if you are ready?"
"That was considerate of you," Kyle said, his voice strained and high-pitched. "Why don’t we keep talking for a bit?"
He was hesitant. His scent coiled in my mind, insistent with the subtle heat of the glorious fury that was yet to come. How could I make him more comfortable?
He was an adult male mundane, and he wasn’t frightened of me. Males of any kind preferred directness, like other minotaurs.
I put my hand on my kilt.
"Do you wish to see?" I said. "I can display for you. That will be clear."
"Any clarity would help at this point," Kyle said.
I pulled off my kilt, showing the raging hardness, throbbing with the inspiration of his mate's scent. I positioned myself where he could get a good view of the full length of me and flexed so that the firelight highlighted all of my attributes. "You have the mate scent which has excited me to readiness. The chase will trigger my rut, and I will mount you. It is simple."
"Simple," Kyle repeated, his eyes wide as he stared at my body.
"Do you like it?" I asked, reaching out to take hold of myself. I gave it a few strokes, letting it swell so he could see the impressive size of it. "I have not mounted a male before, so before you run, you must tell me the best way to please you. I will remember even if in the rut state."
"What happens after your... rut?" Kyle said, his voice high-pitched and breathy as he stared at the way my hand moved along my length.
"We will live together," I said. "You have the mate scent. We will do well. Mate pairings are happy pairings. I will feed you and teach you how to live down here, and you will find a purpose that suits you. If you don't wish to be here, but you wish to be with me, I will follow as far as I can."
The human closed his eyes for a long moment and took a deep breath.
"To be clear, you are saying that you want to chase me, fuck me, and then shack up with me?" he said, a strange quiver in his voice. "Because I smell like your mate. What if I don't want to do any of that?"
I paused the movement of my hand.
Perhaps I had been a little too premature in displaying myself. I thought that a male mate would want to see what I would impale him with, and the thought of that would excite him enough to agree. Time to figure out another approach.
I picked up my kilt and wrapped it back around myself, then sat down to continue working on my stew.
"Don't run," I said. "If you don't wish to be mounted, don't run. Eat, rest, and I will show you the way out of the maze if that is where you wish to go."
Kyle's eyes opened as he stared back at me.
"That simple?" he asked.
I nodded.
This was the problem with mundanes. They were so used to everything being a trick or a trap that they didn’t trust or understand how easy it could be. If he didn't want a minotaur for a mate, then his leaving here was the best possible thing for both of us. Mating wasn’t about forcing someone to be with you when they didn’t want to be. No sensible person would ever want anything like that.
"That simple," I said.
Chapter
Five
Kyle
This was not anything remotely like what I was expecting when I came here for this Dungeon dive. The stew heated up my body as I tilted the bowl to pour the last of the succulent meal down my throat. I didn't expect to get a hot meal; that was one surprise. I didn't expect to talk to a monster or to have that monster want to get me to safety. I absolutely didn't expect a dungeon monster to feed me and then proposition me by stripping down naked and displaying himself.
I'd seen plenty of naked men.
I was a squire for the Barons, and they didn't give a flying hoot if I saw any of them naked or not. I was used to dicks swinging around, but I wasn't used to the owner of one staring at me while offering to rail me and move me into... wherever Dungeon monsters lived. I hadn't been with anyone since I came to this school. I was lucky that none of the Barons were gay, and I wasn't willing to risk giving up my secret by getting intimate with another mundane.
Getting a full view display of the goods wasn't my personal preference for a proposition, but I couldn't say I didn't like looking at all of him.
