Page 114 of Dancing for the Minotaur

“All right,” she whispered and did her best to relax.

His first lick was a long, slow drag from the very base of her entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit.

Terra saw stars. A broken cry fell from her lips as she bucked up to meet his tongue. The relief was immediate and profound—a washing coolness that soothed the maddening, itchy ache the secretions had left behind by the pleasure bloom. But it wasn’t just the relief that made her moan, it was the pleasure he was giving her.

His tongue was masterful. Broad and firm, it stroked over her, but it also explored. It circled her entrance, tasting her, before flattening and dragging over her slit again. He lapped at her like she was the only source of water in a desert, a deep groan coming from his throat, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation.

“Gods, Terra… you taste so fucking sweet,” he growled against her.

“Oh…oh, Taurex!” she moaned and somehow her hands found his horns, squeezing hard as she pressed up to meet him.

He looked up for a moment.

“I need to taste inside you, lovely one,” he rumbled. “I need to lick deep in your soft little pussy to be sure I get all of the plant essence out of you. Can you let me do that?”

Biting her lip, Terra nodded.

“I…I guess so.”

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now let’s just tilt your hips a little…”

As he spoke, he suited actions to words, scooping his big hands under her ass to spread her wider and tilt her up for his seeking mouth.

Terra moaned as she felt his hot, wet tongue breech her entrance and slide deeply inside her.

“Oh…oh, God!” she moaned as he thrust deeply into her. She couldn’t believe how big his tongue felt inside her—it was almost like he was fucking her with it and it felt incredible. She gripped his horns so hard she could feel the ridges on them creasing her palms and fingers, but she didn’t care—she just didn’t want him to stop.

But at last, he withdrew his tongue and looked up at her, panting.

“I think you’re healed now, lovely one,” he rumbled. “Healed…but not satisfied.”

“I…I didn’t come, if that’s what you’re…you’re asking,” she panted, releasing his horns. “But I know you were only supposed to be…to be healing me.”

“Yes, but I want to pleasure you too. I want to feel you coming under my tongue while I lick your sweet, soft little pussy that gets so wet for me.” His voice was a low growl of pure need, and his golden eyes were blazing. “Can you let me do that, Terra? Can you let me make you come?”

You shouldn’t! He’s your boss! This is going to ruin everything! yelled a little voice in her head.

Terra shoved it ruthlessly aside.

“Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes, Taurex. Please—make me come!”

“Good girl,” he growled again. “Then lay back and let me taste you. And hold my horns again—I fucking love that.”

For someone who has spoken so little through the course of the day, he certainly got talkative during sex, Terra thought distractedly. Not that she minded. Jackson had never said a word—just a lot of grunting. She liked the way Taurex praised her and told her exactly what he wanted to do to her. It made her even hotter than she already was to hear his deep voice saying he wanted to make her come.

She relaxed again, spreading her legs even wider and gripping his curving horns.

Taurex made what sounded like a snort of approval, then he dipped down again to taste her once more.

Almost at once, he found her clit and focused there, sucking the little bud gently into his mouth, then lashing it with the tip of his tongue.

Terra moaned and writhed under him. The coil of tension in her belly, which had been winding tighter and tighter since the pool, since his kiss, since his first touch, seemed to grow tighter and tighter. The big Monstrum was licking her like his life depended on it—like he wanted to taste her more than he wanted air to breathe and she couldn’t help loving it.

The way he was so focused on her—the way he clearly wanted to worship her body in every way—made her almost as hot as the physical sensations of him licking and teasing her sensitive clit. Before she knew it, her hips were bucking up to meet him again and she was moaning helplessly as her pleasure grew higher and higher, and she got closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, she knew she was close…knew she couldn’t stop herself from coming—not that she wanted to.

“Taurex, I’m… I’m going to…” she moaned, gripping his horns even tighter.