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It was my turn to be breathless, startled, and squirming.
"Are you sore?" he asked, voice lovely and dark, velvet and sturdy.
"Almost never," I admitted.
"We'll see about that," he said, quiet and private, bowing over me once more and licking his tongue up the length of my stomach to my breast.
I cried a soft sound of praise as he circled my breast, swiping that long and lovely muscle wide, around my side, up over my collarbone. His hands stroked my thighs, and cum dripped down to my ass.
"I may not fit," he said. "Not all of me. Minotaurs have killed mates with too much haste."
"You will fit," I said, stroking my hands into his soft mop of curls and then over to hold his horns in my grip. "I amyours."
He groaned and reached between us, knuckles brushing over my tender flesh and catching on my clit, but not with intention. He nudged and lifted his hips, fabric tugged down so the soft, short hairs of his hide rubbed the inside of my thighs, and then a sudden, heavy staff of scorching flesh slapped down against my clit.
I arched and cried out, and Asterion's cock dribbled eagerly onto my belly.
"Ohhh." I gaped at the shocking length of him. I'd felt him in the dark, but we'd been exhausted and it had been too dreamlike.
Now daylight was streaming in through tall windows, and every vein and inch of him was stark. The color of his cock shifted from the russet brown of his skin down to a charcoal black before warming to a purply red at the very tip.
"You're magnificent," I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. He washuge. I swallowed hard.Wouldhe fit? Inside, yes, but all of him? I wasn't sure. I'd never been presented with such a challenge that I was so eager to conquer.
He spilled more arousal onto me, and it collected in my belly button, another trail running over my side. Asterion hummed, hands sliding up my ribs, claiming my breasts in his grip. He rolled his hips back until only the first few inches rested against me.
At last.Finally.
And yet—
"No more avoiding me, Asterion," I said, covering his hands with mine, words urgent and nervous. His gaze met mine, and I caught my breath. "Please. Please, say it."
He bowed and lowered his snout to my chest between my breasts, between our hands. "I am yours,théa. You are my mate."
"Asterion—"
"I will share your bed, alone or with others," Asterion said, looking up at me. I sighed and nodded, urging him to continue. "I will claim your body, alone or with others. I will protect you, alone or with others. And I will love you, no matter what."
I sighed and released him, and Asterion moved the head of his cock to my entrance. It was a fat, thick tip, and it pressed to my opening bluntly as he hovered his face over mine.
"Thank you," I whispered, stroking my fingertips over his cheeks. I lifted my face as he lowered his, our mismatched mouths fitting gently together.
His cock nestled inside of me with a slow, dense pressure, and I breathed hard against Asterion's lips, his chest rumbling into a heavy purr.
"I need—" He gasped, inching away. "I need to see."
I wanted to watch too, but the sight took my breath away as Asterion sat up. His hands clasped my hips, holding me steady, and sunlight reached over the leather mat to cross along my hips. I was stretched wide, my already tender flesh red and glistening.
"More," I gasped immediately, trying to buck and draw him into me.
Asterion made a throaty sound of assent and pulled me onto his length rather than pushing inside. I whined at the strain—a good match for Conall's knot, but one that continued much deeper than he'd ever fit.
"Ohh, what a greedy, sweet cunt," Asterion whispered, eyes bright and steady on where my body was swallowing his shaft. He tugged out, and I shuddered. He slid in, deeper than before, and we both moaned as he pushed some of the cum still inside of me back out, gathering it on his yet to be devoured flesh and over my own.
"You feel perfect, please don't stop," I sighed out.
But he did stop, stopped and stared, studying me from the crown of my head to where we were joined, even glancing over his shoulder to gaze down at my toes curling into the mat.
"If I didn't know better, I would say you were the goddess, not her daughter," Asterion said. "You were designed by divinity."
