Page 198 of Dancing for the Minotaur

He cupped her cheek in one big hand.

“You don’t need to fear. I can help you take me.”

She looked up at him.

“How?”

“All Monstrum males have a compound in our saliva that assists our mates in accommodating us,” Taurex told her.

“What? Really?” Terra couldn’t conceal her surprise. “That’s a thing?”

“It most definitely is ‘a thing,’” Taurex rumbled. “It is a biochemical compound. When absorbed by a female’s intimate tissues, it increases elasticity and relaxation.”

She stared at him.

“So you’re telling me your saliva is basically alien sexual lubricant?”

Taurex frowned.

“That is an oversimplification.”

“But not an inaccurate one,” she pointed out.

He considered for a moment.

“Well…no.”

Terra couldn’t help laughing.

“Of course you have magic sex spit.”

“It is not magical,” he objected.

Terra put a hand on her hip.

“Everything on this ship is alive, your Goddess talks directly to you, and you have spit that makes giant alien anatomy fit inside human women. I’m calling it magic.”

Taurex sighed.

“Very well, you can call it anything you want. You simply have to let me taste you again. Can you do that, lovely one?”

As he spoke, his expression changed. His eyes went half-lidded again, his gaze moving downward over her body

Terra’s stomach clenched deliciously as memories of their first time together flooded back immediately. Taurex between her thighs…his mouth moving over her body…. his tongue teasing her until she moaned for him.

“I…I think I can do that.” Her voice came out breathless.

Taurex stepped closer.

“Good. Because I can’t wait to spread your thighs and lick your soft little pussy.”

His voice had become low and rough, and he was giving her that hungry look again.

Terra’s nipples tightened beneath the lace of her teddy, and she suddenly felt hot and wet between her thighs.

“All…all right,” she whispered.

“Good.” He lifted one hand and traced the backs of his fingers lightly over her cheek. “Then lie down on the bed and open yourself for me.”