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I squeeze my legs together, already embarrassingly moist. It’s so wrong, but I’d love to take someone so huge in my tight wetness. Would he even fit? Then again, I’m twenty-three, so of course I’ve had sex before, but my past partners have been moderate at best. No one has split me in two, making me moan and wail with ecstasy the way I’m sure the Minotaur is going to.
My mouth waters. Would he want more, in addition to owning me down there? After all, my mouth is flexible too and I’m good at head. I’m even good with my back door, if he feels so inclined, and my coffee pucker tightens in anticipation. Giggling, I spit on my hand and rub the saliva over my tight pleats. If he catches me, I want to be ready.
But right. The Minotaur has to catch me first, and I don’t want to make it too easy. I flex my toes, and the pine needles and fallen leaves mixed with dirt and mud are cool on the bottoms of my sore feet. Then, I take a few steps and take off in a run, this time going right instead of straight ahead. I zigzag through the forest, feeling the wind blow through my curls as I breathe hard, panting with exertion.
My thoughts are neither here nor there. Corrie is going to get a kick out of this, I muse. I can’t wait to tell her all about how crazy things have become, and hopefully, I have more than just a nude run through the forest to share. But this is probably plenty of excitement for her and she’ll blow her load when she finds out.
Then, my thoughts turn to my parents. I wonder what they’ll think if this comes out? They had a tough time accepting the reality of my brother’s threesome, so what will they think when they realize their daughter’s participating in a virgin hunt? Better that they don’t know.
My lungs burn as I gasp for air with each step. It’s not just the running that has me out of breath. It’s that I’ve never been so aroused in my life because I want to be caught. I want the Minotaur to maul me, and then have his wicked way with my body. Fuck, who knew being chased would be a turn on?
I look over my shoulder and there’s a flash of flesh, blinding white in the dimness of the forest. It must be one of the girls. Then, there’s a sharp crackle and the sound of footsteps as she rushes deeper into the forest. I wonder where she’s going? Does the Minotaur care? What if he likes an audience, or wants a menage with two or more of us?
Of course, as much as I want to have him all to myself, I’m here to please however he wants to be pleased. Melissa’s made abundantly clear that we’re service providers, so there’s no question that we’ll perform any sexual fantasy requested tonight.
I dart off to the left again, but then my foot catches on something, and before I know it, I’m smack on my stomach with my face in the dirt, out of breath and panting from shock. Oh shit. Damn tree branch. I must have tripped.
“Oof, that hurts,” I say in a rueful tone, rubbing at my shin as I try to stand again. Nothing seems to be bleeding, so I get up and brush myself off. “Onwards,” is my mutter.
But that’s when I hear it. Heavy footsteps sound in the distance, along with a massive rustling of the brush, like a bull thrashing around in a china shop. But that’s the problem. The Minotaur is a bull, and he’s clearly getting closer.
The forest is quiet for a moment, and it’s almost peaceful, until thunderous footsteps break the silence. Noise rushes in my ears as I take off again, darting to the left, then to the right, then to the left. He’s coming for me!
Sure enough, the footsteps are loud now, and when I turn, I catch a glimpse of that ominous bull mask not more than twenty feet behind. There’s a thunderous roar, and then it happens. Twenty feet is nothing when you’re an athletic man in his prime, and strong arms encircle my waist from behind as I’m tackled to the ground. I let out a shriek of panic, but the Minotaur cushions my fall, rolling around so that we land together, him on his back and me pressed to his chest.
We’re both panting and heaving as I look down into his mask. The eye slits are too dark and I can’t see what’s behind those small holes. But I can feel that hard chest beneath me, and an enormous engorged shaft pressing against my leg. My hands run over his broad, muscular shoulders and I shift, nudging that tumescence so that it’s positioned right at the vee of my thighs.
