Page 199 of Dancing for the Minotaur

His command, spoken in that low, rough voice, sent a shiver of pure anticipation through her.

Terra turned and walked the few steps to the massive bed grown from the ship’s living wood, its surface covered in soft, silky moss and draped with tiny flowers that shimmered in the ambient light.

She could feel the big Monstrum’s gaze on her back—on the see-through lace of the teddy and the strip of bare skin above the matching panties. She climbed onto the mattress, the living material warm and yielding beneath her knees. Her heart was pounding with anticipation and her nipples felt tight and sensitive under the white lace.

She lay back against the pillows, the pose feeling both vulnerable and powerfully sexy. The little white teddy rode up her thighs and stretched tight across her front, the lace cups barely containing her breasts. The satin ribbon resting between them was tied in a loose bow. Below, the crotchless panties did their job perfectly, leaving her pussy completely exposed to him.

Taurex approached the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn’t join her yet, though—he stood at the foot of the bed, his golden eyes drinking her in, his expression one of ravenous hunger.

Slowly, he began to undress. His formal jacket was shrugged off broad shoulders. The shirt beneath followed, revealing the sculpted, powerful expanse of his chest. Then his hands went to the fastening of his trousers.

Terra watched, her mouth going dry. When the fabric finally parted and fell away, she let out a soft, involuntary gasp.

Thick, long, his cock curving proudly upward from a thatch of dark hair. She’d thought that she knew how big he was, but now memory shrank in comparison to reality. He was much, much bigger than she remembered.

But Taurex didn’t give her much time to admire him. He knelt on the bed between her spread thighs, his own immense form making the spacious mattress seem suddenly smaller. He didn't touch himself…he simply looked at her, his gaze hot and focused and filled with need.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmured, his voice thick. “My mate…my wife.”

The word, “wife,” wrapped in such raw desire, made Terra’s heart swell.

“My husband,” she murmured. “Come here—I want you.”

“I want you too—so fucking much,” he growled.

Terra shivered. She loved it when her normally cool and logical Monstrum got so hot he cursed.

He leaned forward, but not to enter her—not yet. His big hands settled on her inner thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just beside the white lace edges. Then he used his fingers to gently hook the sides of her crotchless panties, his touch framing her naked pussy, holding her open for his view.

“So perfect,” he breathed, his eyes fixed on her pussy. “Pink and wet and all for me. My beautiful, brave Terra.”

A flush of heat swept over her skin, and she bit her lower lip as he lowered his head. Oh God, why was she so nervous? He’d tasted her before. Maybe it was because she knew that tasting was going to lead to other things this time…

Taurex’s first touch was his breath—warm and damp—against her sensitive inner pussy, making her hips buck involuntarily. Then came his tongue. He licked a long, slow path from the mouth of her pussy all the way up to her throbbing clit, teasing her with wet heat.

“Mmm,” he hummed, the vibration against her most sensitive flesh making her jump. “You taste like heaven, lovely one. Like mine.”

Terra’s pulse was pounding, and she could hardly hold still.

“I…I am yours,” she told him.

“Good. Because I never want to stop tasting you,” he growled.

Then he did it again…and again and again—each slow, savoring stroke of his tongue building the fire in her belly higher. He swirled around her entrance and dipped the tip of his tongue inside, making her hips lift off the bed with a soft cry, before focusing on her clit with soft, persistent laps.

He clearly wasn’t in a hurry to get to the “main event,” Terra thought. He was taking his time, relearning her, worshipping her pussy with his tongue, letting the special compound he had spoken about soak into her tissues.

She could already feel a difference—a deep, tingling relaxation spreading through her core—a molten readiness that eased the last threads of anxiety about his size. And now that she was no longer afraid, she wanted him in her desperately.

“Taurex…” she moaned, her hands finding the solid, warm curves of his horns. “Oh God, yes—that feels so good!” She held on tight, her fingers curling against them as he feasted on her.

He looked up at her briefly.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Hold onto my horns while I taste your soft little pussy. Open wide and let me get my tongue deep inside you to get you ready.”

Terra could feel herself getting impossibly wetter as she listened to the soft, slick sounds his mouth made against her. The coil of pleasure in her belly tightened, winding sharper and higher with every movement of his tongue.

Her breaths became ragged pants. The world narrowed to his mouth on her pussy, her hands on his horns, and the desperate, building pressure between her legs.