Page 105 of Dancing for the Minotaur

“They are responsive to touch and to warmth,” Taurex said, his voice a low, patient teacher’s tone.

He reached out himself, his large hand dwarfing one of the white blooms. He didn’t just brush it though—he cupped it, his thumb stroking the pink center.

The response was immediate and profound. The petals flared wide, and the pink center opened, revealing a soft, glistening interior. From within, a cluster of minute, filament-like tendrils emerged, waving gently in the steam as though seeking more stimulation.

“Their purpose is tactile stimulation,” Taurex explained, his eyes locked on the flower’s reaction, then lifting to hers. “The white ones… they are receptive. Their centers can create suction. The tiny tendrils act like tongues. They seek out erogenous zones—nipples, the head of a cock. They provide a sucking, licking sensation.”

A hot flush swept over Terra, from her scalp down to her toes, which curled in the bottom of the pool. She stared, mesmerized and a little horrified, as the tiny tendrils in the bloom he held writhed gently, seeking his thumb.

“They… suck things?”

“Yes.” His voice was a deep rumble. “It is…quite pleasant.”

A bold, reckless curiosity ignited in her belly, hotter than the pool water. The memory of his size from the club…the feel of his thick shaft against her aching pussy, collided with the visual of these alien, living flowers. Her professional detachment, already drowning in the steam, vanished.

“Show me,” she heard herself say, the words barely a whisper.

Taurex went utterly still. The golden fire in his eyes flared.

“Terra…”

“Please.”

She wasn’t asking as his employee. She was asking as a woman—one who had read a thousand spicy scenes and dreamed of feeling a fraction of that heat.

“I want to understand,” she murmured. “Show me how they work.”

For a long moment, he simply looked at her, as if weighing the shattering of their careful world. Terra could see him wondering if he ought to do this—if he ought to cross the invisible barrier they’d had between them for weeks.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he shifted in the water. He rose slightly, the water level falling to his waist…and there it was.

Terra’s breath caught in her throat. Her earlier assessment in the club had been an understatement—he was enormous.

His shaft was thick, long, and fully erect—the broad head already glistening with precum. It was a primal, majestic sight that made her mouth go dry and her pussy clench with a sudden, empty ache.

What she saw between the big Monstrum’s legs was nothing like Jackson and nothing like her largest vibrator. It was so big, in fact, she didn’t see how he could use it on anyone.

“You want to see how they work? Then watch.”

And without breaking eye contact, Taurex guided the awakened white bloom towards his shaft. He brought its open, pink, tendril-lined center to the tip of his cock and then thrust up into it.

The moment it made contact, the flower seemed to come alive. The petals seemed to expand and clamped down around the thick shaft in a soft, firm hold. The pink center sealed over the broad head, and the tiny, seeking tendrils writhed.

Then it began to suck. Terra could see the petals rippling and she could even hear soft sucking sounds.

A low, gut-deep groan was torn from Taurex’s chest as the bloom continued to pulse rhythmically—a perfect, sucking mimicry of a mouth.

“Oh, my God,” Terra breathed.

She was transfixed. Heat pooled between her legs in a heavy, throbbing need. She watched, hypnotized, as the flower worked him, its petals fluttering, its suction audible as a soft, wet, rhythmic pull.

Taurex’s head fell back, the cords of his neck standing out, his hands gripping the mossy edge of the pool. His hips gave an involuntary, shallow thrust into the flower’s embrace.

Terra couldn’t believe what she was watching. She felt like she was burning up.

The steam, his scent, the visual of his massive cock being serviced by a living, sucking flower… it was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed. Without conscious thought, she began to move through the water toward him, drawn like a magnet. Her hand lifted, trembling, wanting to touch the part of him the bloom didn’t cover, to feel the heat and steel of him.

But just as her fingertips were about to brush his hip, she felt it…a nudge. Something thick, blunt, and insistent was pressing against the outside of her thigh. Then she felt another, sliding through the water to press directly against her slick, swollen pussy lips.