Monster Sex Stories (23 page)

There
seemed no end to the twists and turns in the maze. It was completely
dark in a matter of minutes; no feeble rays of the dying sun
penetrated here. Lisandra walked carefully, trailing one hand along
the sharp foliage, thorns occasionally pricking her skin.

Eventually
she had to stop. She was exhausted and hungry, and she had no desire
to find the Minotaur now. Better to see what she was up against than
to stumble upon him in the dark.

Lisandra
sat down, her back against the dense shrubbery, wedged in a tight
corner. She eagerly ate the bread and cheese, found a small flask of
water and drank all that she could, yet deliberately, she avoided the
wine. And then, despite her fears, she fell into a deep sleep.

The
morning sun was trying to work its way into the maze when Lisandra
awoke. She was momentarily disoriented, shivering in her thin robe.
Gathering the leather bag, she rose, walking slowly down the path
toward the center of the maze.

It
wasn’t too much longer when she heard the distant sounds of
metal on metal. She didn’t recognize the sound at first and
then it came to her; it was the sound of chains clanking against each
other. Her heart froze and she came to a halt.

The
Minotaur was not far away. She heard the chains again and then, on
the breeze, she smelled something dark and musky.

Without
thinking, Lisandra turned and ran. Almost instantly, the shrubbery
closed around her, blocking her exit. She cried out as she ran into
the wall of thorns and leaves. Pulling away, she looked up in
desperation, turning in futile circles, frantic to find a way out.

And
then she heard the chains, much closer this time, accompanied by the
thud of hooves.

“
Don’t
make me come and get you, virgin. It’s better if you come to
me.” The voice that spoke was low, rumbling through the maze.

Lisandra
started walking slowly toward the voice. She picked up the fallen
leather bag, clutching in front of her. But it was wet; the wine
bottle had broken when she’d dropped it. She tossed it aside.
She listened for the sounds of the chains, walking slowly toward
them.

And
then she made the final turn of the maze. She looked in amazement.
There was a large center courtyard, lush green grass growing from
edge to edge.

In
the center of the courtyard was a large stone, taller than a man.
Sunk into the stone were many iron rings, at different heights,
sometimes in pairs, sometimes singly. As she walked forward, the
Minotaur stepped from behind the stone.

Lisandra
stopped, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to scream, but
her voice froze. Standing before her was the most fantastical
creature she had ever seen.

The
Minotaur looked down at her from his great height. Her eyes traveled
over his head, the head of a gigantic bull, long horns curving out
from his head, sharp and cruel looking. Small eyes glared at her, set
above the wide nose. And in that nose was a large iron ring.

But
as her eyes traveled lower, her shock grew. The thick shaggy neck of
the bull gave way to the sculptured shoulders of a man. His chest was
heavily muscled, his torso tapering to narrow hips, muscular thighs,
but his legs ended in cloven hooves. In his large hands, he was
holding the ends of a chain, twitching it, making it clank loudly.

Her
eyes traveled over his body again, amazement replacing shock. Where
the Minotaur’s thighs met, she saw his cock. It was many times
larger than Galen’s, many times larger than any man’s
cock, she thought. It hung down, apparently now soft, resting between
his large balls. As much as his body resembled a large man, his cock
resembled something belonging to a creature far larger.

Lisandra
swallowed, allowing her gaze to travel back to the Minotaur’s
eyes. He was watching her; the noises of the chain suddenly quiet.

“
Do
you like what you see, virgin? Does my cock excite you?” He
thrust his hips forward, his cock swaying with the movement.

“
It’s
all yours, virgin. All yours and you are all mine.” The
Minotaur walked toward her, his hooves thudding on the grass. She
willed herself not to step back, not to show fear. If she had to be
here, she was at least going to try to retain her dignity. The
Minotaur stopped in front of her. He dropped the chain at her feet.

“
You
are quite beautiful, virgin.” He looked down at her, his eyes
traveling over her body. She knew her gown concealed nothing; she
might as well be naked. But it gave her some shred of comfort, even
if it was transparent.

The
Minotaur reached out, running his hand over her breast, his fingers
fingering her nipple. She closed her eyes, knowing it grew hard
beneath his touch. An involuntary shudder ran through her body as he
moved to the other breast, fondling her, pulling the hard nipple
between his fingers. She heard him exhale.

“
Ah…you
certainly are beautiful. Maybe the best they’ve sent me yet.”
He reached up, touching her cheek gently. Lisandra braced herself;
where she’d expected something hard and rough she found his
fingers were surprisingly soft and warm.

The
Minotaur continued touching her, running his hands over her breasts,
down her sides, over the flair of her hips. He was snorting, his
breath coming faster. Suddenly he pulled her to him, crushing her
against his chest, his hands clutched against her ass, rubbing his
body against hers. She could feel his cock against her stomach,
growing harder. She inhaled his scent; very strong, bitter and musky.
But underneath was something else, something very male and very
powerful.

“
We
have business to take care of first. I need to know if they sent me a
virgin.” He pulled away from her, dragging her to the stone in
the center of the courtyard, pulling the chain behind him.

He
turned her to face him. She looked down, unable to keep from gasping.
She had felt his cock growing hard against her body, but seeing it
there between his legs, was more than she could comprehend.

His
massive cock rose up from his body, curving along the muscular plane
of his stomach, far larger now than anything she could have imagined.
She shuddered at the thought he was going to plunge that huge thing
into her body. But some tiny part of her body came awake; the sight
of it, the thought of what he was going to do to her. A tiny flame
unfurled deep in her belly, something dark and primal. And it scared
her.

Before
she could deal with this new sensation, he reached out and ripped the
robe from her body. Instinctively she clutched at the fabric, sheer
as it was, but it floated to the grass. As soon as it touched the
ground, it dissolved in a puff of smoke.

Grunting
and snorting, he pushed her to the ground. He spread her legs with
his hands, forcing her knees up and apart. He looked down at her
body, his eyes traveling down from her breasts, over her flat stomach
and finally down between her legs. He reached out, running a finger
between her legs, touching the folds of her pussy.

Sitting
back, he pulled his finger away, holding it out to her. She saw that
it was wet. Slowly he licked his finger, closing his eyes briefly.
Then he looked down at her.

“
I
think there’s more to you than I first thought.” He bent
forward, his face close to hers. She pulled back, resisting the urge
to turn her face away.

“
You
have a fire in you, don’t you? You might actually enjoy this,
virgin.”

“
Lisandra.”
The word flew from her lips before she had a chance to think.

“
What?”
He looked down at her. “You can’t distract me from what
I’m going to do by telling me your name.”

“
No.
Not to distract you. If you’re going to take my virginity, I’d
at least like you to know who you’re taking it from.”

The
Minotaur threw his head back, laughing. “You are a spit fire.
Very well, Lisandra. I’m going to take that virginity,
providing it’s still there for the taking.”

He
crawled between her legs, his large bovine head rising above her, the
cruel horns shining in the sun. She felt him settle against her legs,
the impossibly large cock pressing against her thigh. He took hold of
himself, guiding his massive girth into her.

And
then he thrust forward, hard. Lisandra felt a tearing pain, a
flooding warmth and a trickle of liquid running into the cleft of her
ass. She cried out, pushing at his massive chest but he continued
thrusting into her, pushing himself as far as he could into her body.

Lisandra
felt the breath being pushed out of her lungs by his sheer size, by
the weight of him on her body. He was grunting and bellowing, his
wide mouth open. She squirmed beneath him, panicked that she would be
crushed. She pounded her fists against his arms and shoulders,
willing him to lift himself from her.

Suddenly
he pulled away from her, rising up on his arms, looking down at her,
his brows drawn together. She drew a deep breath, momentarily
forgetting the huge cock that thrust into her body as she drew air
into her lungs. She looked up into his eyes, seeing a hint of
confusion in their depths.

“
You
were crushing me,” she said simply. He snorted, cocking his
head, giving her a look she couldn’t read.

“
Well,
we’ve settled the burning question of the day: you are—or
were—a virgin.” He settled back over her, resting on his
elbows, his cock still buried inside her body. He began thrusting
more slowly; still, he was huge and Lisandra gasped with each thrust.
But the small fire that had started earlier had grown.

As
much as she was disgusted by this monstrous creature, the sheer
presence of his massive cock in her body was doing things to her that
aroused her. Each thrust brought Galen to mind, made her remember how
she’d wanted him to do this to her, to thrust his cock into
her, and she wished now she’d let him, that he had been the
first, not this huge Minotaur.

The
beast was grunting loudly now, his thrusts growing faster and more
frantic. Suddenly he lifted his head, bellowing loudly. Lisandra felt
his hips twitching, his legs moving between hers as he spread them,
pushing himself further into her.

She
bit her lip as he thrust once, twice, very hard, his huge balls
slapping against her ass. And then she felt his cock pulse as he
came, his hot liquid filling her as he continued bellowing, rising up
on his hands, driving himself relentlessly forward, every muscle
tensed.

Finally…finally
he began to relax. He pulled himself out of Lisandra, kneeling
between her legs. He was breathing heavily through his mouth, his
head hanging, chest heaving, hands resting on his massive thighs.

Lisandra
realized that, for a moment, he was utterly vulnerable, totally at
the mercy of his body. She looked at him in wonder, as he knelt
there, catching his breath. Her glance stole down to his cock, now
softer, still covered with a film of her blood. She struggled to rise
up, resting on her elbows.

“
It
was good.” Her eyes flew to his. The Minotaur was looking down
at her. “You were good.” He rose, kicking the chain
aside.

“
But
you are not done yet. I’m not done with you.” He reached
down, grabbing her arm, pulling her roughly to her feet. She looked
up at him, breathing hard. His eyes were fastened on her breasts,
watching them as they bounced and swayed as he jerked her toward him.
She glanced down, horrified to see his cock was again erect, thick
and hard and apparently he was ready to use it on her again, in some
way.

“
Kneel.”
He pushed her down, and she dropped to the ground in front of him. He
grabbed her head, pulling the ribbons from her head, unwinding the
braid and pulling her hair. She winced as he tangling his fingers in
the strands. He finally pulled her head toward his cock, holding it
in his hand, the head rising up before her face.

The
Minotaur rubbed the head of his cock over her face, down her cheeks,
across her lips. She closed her eyes, holding her lips tightly
closed.

“
Suck
it, sweet girl…Lisandra. Take it all into your mouth.”
He poked at her lips and she opened her mouth, letting him thrust his
cock into her mouth. She tasted his come, mixed with the coppery
taste of her own blood. She wanted to gag, to spit him out but she
held her breath and let him thrust into her.

He
seemed more relaxed, not in such a frantic hurry to come this time,
his thrusts slower as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her
mouth. She looked up at him; his eyes were closed, his mouth open,
breathing hard but not panting. He held her head loosely, rocking his
hips forward as he pushed his cock into her.