Monster Sex Stories (22 page)

“
No.”
She sighed, holding his head, winding her fingers into his thick
hair. “It would be wrong and it would make things much, much
worse. If things
could
be worse.” She pulled his face to hers, kissing him, letting
his tongue play in her mouth.

“
You’d
lose all the good will you have at court; I’d be cast out of my
home. My family would suffer. As it stands, the sacrifice keeps the
village safe for another year.” She hesitated.

“
There
are rumors that the sacrifice really isn’t a death sentence…”
Her voice broke. She took a breath and went on.

“
It’s
said that some girls escape but they can’t come back to the
village. That they go live in a different village, where no one knows
them.” She looked up at Galen. He nodded, pulling her closer,
resting his forehead on hers.

“
And
perhaps you’ll be one of them.” He tipped her face to
his, kissing her lips. She kissed him back; suddenly wanting to take
him, there on the ground, drive the thought of the sacrifice out of
her mind.

She
pulled Galen to the blanket they’d spread on the ground. He lay
beside her, kissing her face, holding her against him. She
impatiently pulled at his tunic, tugging it up his body. He sat up,
pulling it over his head while her anxious fingers worked at the
lacings of his breeches. He stood, toeing off his boots and then
pulling his breeches down his legs.

Lisandra
looked up at him, naked in the soft afternoon light. His cock was
rock hard, standing away from his body, rising from the thick thatch
of dark hair where his thighs met. She loved looking at him naked,
love the size of his cock.

It
was long and straight, simply beautiful to Lisandra. She’d
spent long afternoons in the grove, touching him, stroking his heavy
cock, watching it change from something soft, resting against his
thigh, into something amazing and pleasurable. At her simple touch,
growing harder, becoming erect, rising to stand above his body. She’d
loved the feeling of power she had on those days, to arouse Galen
with just her hands, to fuel his desire, make his cock hard and
erect. And make him want her.

And
then she had found ways to take him to the edge of pleasure over and
over, running her smooth hands over his shaft, down the sensitive
underside, over the head, teasing his balls with her fingers. He had
arched against her hand, hot and hard, aching for release. Then she’d
stop, holding him, fingers feather light on his skin. And then she’d
change tactics.

She’d
long ago discovered what she could do to his cock with her mouth.
She’d take him to the edge with her hand and then she’d
bend down, taking him deep into her wet mouth. Galen would moan,
winding his fingers in her hair, his hips flexing and thrusting up as
she suckled. Sometimes she’d let him come, filling her mouth
with his seed, swallowing the hot salty liquid.

Other
days she would lick and kiss him over and over, never letting him
into her mouth, teasing him until he was crying out for her to end
the delicious torment, to take him into her mouth, suck him hard, let
him fuck her mouth to gain release. And then she would, her on her
knees, him standing over her, thrusting over and over into her open
mouth, holding her head as he finally found release. He’d cry
out, holding his jerking cock, watching as she took spurt after spurt
of his creamy liquid into her mouth or over her face.

She
loved the feel and taste of his come, from the very first time he’d
come in her mouth: the salty sweetness, the creamy feel of it as it
slid down her throat. The heat of it on her skin drove her wild.

Once
she’d asked him to rub his cock between her full breasts,
pretending he was fucking her. She’d lie on her back, pressing
her full breasts together as he straddled her body. Galen had spit on
her breasts, apologizing first which made her laugh, getting them wet
and slippery. Watching his cock sliding between her full mounds,
feeling the heat and hardness of his cock against her soft skin, had
made her squirm beneath him, her own body hot, throbbing with
arousal.

Lisandra
had watched as Galen’s face radiated pure pleasure, his skin
flushed, mouth open as he looked down, watching his wet and
glistening cock sliding between her full breasts. At one point, he’d
met her gaze, smiling down at her. There was no need for words at
that point. They were complete.

She’d
felt powerful, in control, and she’d wanted so badly to tip
Galen on his back, straddle his body and have him thrust his big cock
into her body.

And
then he’d come, holding his cock in his hand, spurts of his
load covering her breasts, coating her skin with his creamy seed,
moaning as he’d shot it into her open mouth. Lisandra had
arched up, a wave of heat running through her own body as the first
hot streams touched her skin. Galen was still breathing heavy as he
slid down her body, spreading her legs, kissing the tender skin of
her inner thigh. She felt his warm breath on her skin, felt his
tongue probing her, licking and sucking her pussy, finding her clit.
She held his head, her fingers in his thick hair, as he lapped at
her, holding her ass with his strong hands.

Lisandra
looked down, watching as he worked magic with his mouth on her. It
was only a few minutes before she was arching her back, hands
clutching the blanket beneath her, as Galen brought her to the edge
and sent her over. She heard him moaning against her, his tongue
flicking against her clit. Waves of pleasure shot through her, every
muscle in her body tensed. She screamed, not caring if the whole
village heard her.

And
then Galen was lying next to her, holding her against his sweaty
body. She reached up, pulling his face to hers, kissing him deeply,
tasting herself on his tongue.

Later,
in her room in the small cottage she shared with her mother, she had
taken off her dress, looking down at the dried remains of Galen’s
seed. She reluctantly took a cloth and gently washed them away. She
longed for a day where she could turn, finding Galen waiting for her
in their bed, waiting to take her again. But that day would never
come.

And
now, for the last time, Galen stood naked, his cock hard, looking
down at her. She pulled her dress over her head, lying back on the
blanket, holding her arms out for him. He lay down with her, and once
more made his request.

“
Please,
Lisandra, let me take you, end this sacrifice you’re to make.
It would just be a simple thing. And maybe no one would have to
know.” He held her face between his hands. She smiled up at
him.

“
Galen,
someone would know. The Minotaur would know. And then the whole
kingdom would be at risk.” She shook her head. “No,
Galen. As much as I want this, it cannot be.” She kissed him.

“
Just
do everything else to me that you can, to drive the thoughts from my
mind for a time.”

And
Galen did his best to do that. He worked his magic, kissing her,
sucking her breasts, making her moan and twist on the blanket. He
found his way to her pussy, already wet and hot, licking and sucking
her clit, taking her to the edge over and over, teasing her with his
tongue and lips and teeth, pulling at her until she cried out.

Finally
he kept at her: licking her, sucking her clit, tugging it with his
teeth until she was screaming, twisting and thrashing on the blanket,
pushing her hips off the blanket as she came. Galen quickly slid up
her body, his hard cock held in his hand, rubbing it against her
clit, against the soft folds of her body.

“
One
word, Lis, one word and I can end this.” Galen was breathing
heavily. She looked up at him, his face inches from hers. She felt
him pressed against her, knew that with one thrust she would no
longer be a virgin, that even though she would not be a sacrifice to
the Minotaur, she’d end up sacrificing far more.

“
No,
Galen. No. Don’t….please.” She stroked his face,
her body still feeling the effects of her orgasm, still twitching and
jerking as he held himself against her.

Galen
bent his head, still holding himself against her. He continued to rub
the head of his cock against her wet pussy, against her clit, making
her jump and gasp. Then he was crying out, burying his head on her
shoulder, coming against her body, the hot spurts of his orgasm
shooting onto her leg. He collapsed against her, breathing hard. They
held each other for a long time, until the sun had set and the grove
grew dark.

***

The
carriage arrived at the castle. She was escorted to the king, who had
the decency to speak with her, thanking her for her sacrifice,
telling her that because of her, the kingdom would be safe from the
Minotaur for another year. She nodded, her lips numb, unable to
speak. But no one really expected her to say anything.

Lisandra
was taken to a large room, with a retinue of servants in attendance.
She was stripped of her plain dress, led to a bath and immersed in
sweet smelling rose-water. The attendants washed her hair with citrus
soap, and she wondered why, if she was leaving, she was being made to
smell so sweet.

Her
hair was done in an elaborate braid, wrapped around her head in a
complex design, held in place with red ribbons. She was dressed in
the ceremonial gown. The attendants held it for her and she slipped
the robe over her body. It was some gossamer fabric, so thin she
could see her dark nipples through the silvery material. An attendant
tied a red belt around her narrow waist, the rest of the gown flowing
down over her hips.

She
knew she looked almost naked, but she was past caring. The attendants
opened the door and another court page was there, taking her back
down to the awaiting carriage. She could feel the eyes of all she
passed taking her in as she walked by with graceful, pointed steps.
But again, none would meet her eyes.

There
were no villagers outside save one old man, who seemed to be deriving
a great deal of pleasure from watching her descend the palace steps
to carriage. He met her eyes, but Lisandra quickly turned away. She’d
glanced down; saw that he had his flies open, stroking what appeared
to be an enormous erection. He shuffled toward her, his hips jutting
forward, his hand frantically moving over himself.

“
I’m
the Minotaur! I’m fucking you now. You’re mine!”
She looked in horror as he ejaculated, the creamy stream hitting the
stones at his feet. A court guard pushed him aside, trying to avoid
the spurts still coming from the man’s cock. Lisandra heard him
cackling as he was taken away.

She
was trembling as she was helped into the carriage. The driver clucked
to the horses and the carriage quickly lurched away from the castle.
For the first time in a long time, Lisandra began to cry, tears
sliding down her cheeks, landing on the fabric of her gown, making it
transparent.

The
ride was long. She thought she must have dozed along the way; it was
late afternoon when the driver reined the horses to a stop. He
climbed down, opening the door for her. She stepped out, her legs
shaking.

“
Here.”
The driver thrust a leather bag into her hands. “Some bread and
cheese. And some wine.” He met her eyes, looking at her sadly.

“
I
have a daughter. She will be your age next year.” He looked at
her a moment, then straightened.

“
The
wine is laced with a powerful drug. Drink it and you can end much of
the suffering that might take place in there.” He gestured over
his shoulder.

Lisandra
saw a huge wall of shrubs, a dark opening flanked by two yew trees.
She looked back at the driver.

“
Thank
you, kind sir.” She took the bag, watching as he crawled back
into the driver’s seat of the carriage. He looked down at her
once, nodded farewell and then snapped the reins. The horses snorted,
turning in a tight circle. And then he was gone.

Lisandra
looked at the dark opening in the wall of foliage. Her heart was
beating so loudly she could hear it in her ears, feel it pounding in
her head. She looked down at the bag in her hands. It was a way out,
but she’d still have to face the Minotaur for the sacrifice to
work.

Or
she could run. She turned her back on the maze, taking a step toward
the dark forest. Immediately she heard the howl of a single wolf,
quickly joined by several more. She took a step backward. Advancing
toward her were several sleek animals, their fur shining silver in
the darkness of the forest, their eyes yellow in the last rays of the
sun.

She
turned, running for the comparative safety of the maze, clutching the
leather bag to her chest, her feet taking her past the yew trees and
into the gloom of the maze.