Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (68 page)

“Please,” she hissed, chancing a touch on the top of
the Minotaur’s head. “Please…”

But the Minotaur ignored, continued to rub its tongue
against her, and despite herself, Emily found that she was succumbing to the
temptation of physical pleasure. How could she deny to herself what her body
wanted? She was being stimulated… it was… it felt good!

The beast began to lick her with more fervor, lapping
at her as though she might be the last chance it ever got to do it. It wasn’t
long until Emily was squirming on the grassy ground, squeezing her own breasts,
overcome with the longing to crest, to release.

It was surprising to her that the Minotaur could
perform so well in between her legs, that his powerful tongue was deft and
agile, focusing right above her clit. It knew what to do…

“Oh, God,” Emily moaned, feeling her body tighten up.
That welling in her belly began to make itself prominent, and she knew that it
was only a matter of time now until she was cresting. How had the Minotaur
gotten her there so quickly? While she was a clit-girl through and through, it
used to take her last partner twenty minutes just to taxi her onto the runway!

The beast between her legs let out a deep, rumbling
growl as it licked her, and vibrations and tremors shot through her sex, up the
insides of her thighs, and tingled her toes. She felt that tightness, that need
for release.

“Fuck, don’t stop!”

“Don’t stop!”

“DON’T STOP!”

She came hard, her whole body spasming, her body
jerking and jolting as white hot bliss pulsed through her.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as the Minotaur ran its
tongue up her slit one last time, eliciting shudders of hypersensitivity from
her, before lifting its head up to look at her.

The beast’s hands were then at her hips, and he picked
her up, turned over so that she was on her knees, and pushed her head down
toward the ground. He slapped the insides of her thighs until she opened them
wider, and then buried his nose in her sex again, inhaling her creamy juices of
pleasure.

“Wait,” Emily hissed. “No, wait a minute.” She was
still too sensitive to be fucked, still winding down from her heights of
oblivion.

But the Minotaur did not wait. “Oh, God,” Emily gasped
as the Minotaur placed his wide tip at her entrance. She tried her best to
loosen herself, knowing that the creature’s cock was so large, if she didn’t it
would be painful. When the Minotaur began to apply a gentle pressure, she
clenched her jaw and spread her legs a little wider. She felt the enormous cock
stretch her, around the wide tip, before she cleared the ridge and swallowed
him up inside her.

“Fuck,” she panted as the beast inched into her bit by
bit. She was so stretched, so filled, and it was an entirely new feeling. She
couldn’t really explain it outside of feeling full, but God if it didn’t feel
amazing!

She reached behind her and gripped onto the Minotaur’s
hand, holding onto one of its thick digits. “Go slow,” she told it, not knowing
if the thing could understand her or not. They made eye contact, and she
thought she saw a glimmer in the beat’s glowing red orbs, and an almost
imperceptible nod of the creature’s head.

Pushing inside her until bottoming out, Emily felt the
twang of sudden sensation as he hit her cervix. She gripped harder onto the
finger, and shook her head. “Not so deep!” she cried. “Not so deep!”

The Minotaur began to pull out, and it left her
feeling strangely emptied, before it pushed back in again. Emily was silenced,
nerve endings thrown into sensory overload as she felt herself stretch again to
accommodate the beast’s enormous package. She raked at the dirt around her with
her fingers, grabbing fistfuls. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing
came out but silence.

The Minotaur halted all movement then, after pushing
himself inside her again, paused for what felt like a minute. Emily was
panting, now gripping on to each of the creature’s arms. She felt his hands
clasp around her hips, and she clenched her jaw, bracing herself.

She knew the beast was about to fuck her. And hard.

“Okay, okay,” she whispered, reaching back and
touching the Minotaur’s hand. She craned her head over her shoulder and nodded
at it, biting her lip. “Okay.” She had given in. All pretense of a fight was
gone. All inhibition had evaporated.

The Minotaur, what had once been Jason, settled into a
slow rhythm, but still it was overwhelming. With eyes clamped shut, and teeth
gritted, Emily groaned long and loud as the beast behind her fucked her slowly.
She was convinced she could feel the thigh veins rippling past her folds. She
was convinced that at any moment she might just explode.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered. A frantic urgency
took hold of her, and she began to push back against the Minotaur to meet its
thrusts. Just gently at first, but as she grew used to his girth, as she became
acclimatized to his width, she found that she started to like the feeling more.
It became less a risk of pain, and more a hint of pleasure, and before long,
what started off as a small flame atop a tired wick had burst into a blaze; the
wick to a firecracker.

“Yes,” she grunted, pushing back harder, lust
overriding her. The Minotaur picked up its own pace, need and hunger evident in
the strength of its thrusts as he drove its manhood into her with metronomic
unendingness.

Emily opened her eyes but everything was unfocused,
unimportant. She concentrated on her pleasure, that radiating, building
white-hot pleasure inside her that would soon erupt outward, and thrum through
her body.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, meeting the Minotaur’s thrusts
harder and faster, encouraging it to speed up even more. The creature’s hands
gripped tighter onto her hips, and it began to pull her backward with each
forward movement so that the sound of their slapping skin, wet and sticky,
filled the air around them.

“Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!” She was climbing again,
ascending. She was already heading there, to oblivion. She felt it in her
belly, that sucking feeling, and she knew her coil was tightening, knew she was
winding up. “Ugh,” she grunted as the Minotaur pummeled into her, and she sent
a hand down to her clit and began to rub it furiously. Gone were all attempts
at remaining reluctant. She was in too deep, now; too far gone.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as the Minotaur picked up the
pace behind her, ramming his girthy rod down her canal over and over. She was
lost, blitzed by bliss, and utterly consumed with physical sensation. “Fuck,”
she hissed. It felt so good; she felt so full.

She was climbing, ascending. She fingered her clit
frantically, rubbed it in circles, and the pleasure thrummed through her,
ignited her nervous system. She felt like she was glowing. She felt like she
was on fire.

“Oh, no,” she panted. She was at the precipice.

So close.

So close…

“Oh my God,” she gargled, pressing her forehead into
the dry soil beneath her. “Oh my God. Oh, no! No, no, NOOO!”

She leaped off the edge. She came hard. She was
soaring. She was in heaven. The building up in her belly erupted in her sex. An
unbearable tightness overtook her as ecstasy enveloped her, and her eyes
clamped shut, and her canal cloyed at the thick organ, and her body crunched up
and she shrieked out her pleasure, hearing it echo through the valley.

“Fuuuuuck!” she screamed, shaking, shivering, the
intensity of her orgasm almost too much to bear. Pleasure continued to sear her
senses as the Minotaur didn’t let up, didn’t stop its piston like movement. She
was so sensitive, but it didn’t stop, and instead began to fuck her more
shallowly, just with the tip.

She heard an enormous roar erupt from behind her, and
the Minotaur’s whole body tightened up. With one final plunge into her sex, she
felt the beast’s huge cock twitch mightily inside her, and instantly the
sensation of burning warmth within her was all she felt as the monster of myth
unloaded his broiling seed into her with shot after shot after shot.

Emily groaned and gripped at the ground, soil in
between her fingers, one thought coursing through her mind: the beast was
breeding
her!

And then it was over. The Minotaur pulled out, and
Emily cried out as she felt suddenly empty. What seemed like gallons of the
Minotaur’s creamy white spunk dribbled down the insides of her thighs, and she
looked over her shoulder to see the beast staggering backward, before it fell
down, panting, cock still oozing ridiculous amounts of cum.

He began to change then, inverting, growing inward.
The horns shrunk back into its head. The bull-face was replaced by a man’s
face. She saw Jason formed out of the body of the Minotaur, and he was naked,
chest heaving, looking at her out of terrified eyes.

“Emily,” he said, shaking his head. He put a hand to
his mouth and cupped it. “Oh shit, no, no, what have I done?”

Emily rolled onto her side, curled up, and watched
while he got up and ran to where he had flung her jeans, before sprinting over
to her and wrapping his arms around her. He covered her lower half with the
jeans as best he could, and kissed her hard on the side of her head.

“I’m so sorry, Emily. I could see what I was doing,
but I couldn’t stop it. I wasn’t in control.”

Emily shook her head, panting still, sucking in
oxygen. She was still coming down from the quaking force of her crisis, and
everywhere on her body her nerves felt frazzled and over-sensitive.

Jason held her, lifted her head up onto his lap and
wiped hair from her forehead, stuck there from sweat. “I’m so sorry,” he
repeated, running a hand down her face.

“No,” Emily gasped, shaking her head. “No, it wasn’t your
fault.” She watched as he looked down her body, looked at her thighs and her
abdomen. “What are you looking for?”

“Bruises,” he said. “To see if I hurt you.”

She swallowed. “You didn’t, Jason. Actually, you
didn’t. It only hurt in the beginning when you…”

“When I first went inside you,” he whispered.

“But it didn’t hurt for long. Did you know? Did you
know you were a Minotaur?”

“No!” he cried, shaking his head. “I had no idea.”

“I didn’t know shapeshifters existed.”

“Me, neither,” he echoed, his voice quiet.

Emily held his arm, and reached a hand up to touch his
face. “You were quite gentle… I mean, for a brutish beast.”

“What now?”

“I’m so tired,” Emily said. “I’m exhausted. I don’t
think I can move for a while. Hold me, yeah? Hold me while I rest.”

“Okay,” Jason said. “I’ll hold you.”

“Thank you,” Emily whispered, before being claimed by
sleep.

EPILOGUE

“What now?” Emily asked, looking toward Jason.

“Well, for starters, I think I need to find some
clothes.”

“That’s for sure.”

“And we need to get back to civilization. I’m
starving.”

“Me, too,” Emily whispered.

They had slept through the sunrise, and the chirping
insects and singing birds. From what she could tell, it must have been close to
eleven in the morning when they woke, judging by the position of the sun.

“I’m so sorry,” Jason said quietly as they walked back
toward the cave. The path they had taken was easy to find. They weren’t looking
for breadcrumbs, but for the steamrolled and trampled vegetation the Minotaur
had left in its wake.

“Don’t,” Emily said, touching his arm. He held onto
her, and held her tight. “There’s no need to apologize anymore.”

“What are we going to do?”

Emily shrugged. “What else is there to do? We go back
to the cave, see if the fossils are there. If not, then we go back home.”

“I mean… I mean about the baby I might have just put
inside you.”

Emily stopped. “I’m not doing that-”

“No, no,” he replied softly, raveling her in for a
hug. “That’s not what I meant. I meant, how are we going to deal with having a
Minotaur kid.”

“I don’t know.” Emily sighed. “But we’ll figure
something out.”

“It’ll probably take us all day to walk back into
town.”

“We’ll pass a car on the way and flag it down.”

“What, with me being naked?”

“Someone will stop, Jason. Someone has to. We’re
humans, after all.”

“Not me.”

“Yes you are,” Emily said, pointing a finger into his
muscled chest. “Just, sometimes you’re not.”

They walked in silence for a while, back toward the
cave, when Jason ducked down and pulled Emily to her knees. “Shh!” he hissed,
putting a finger over his lips. “Listen!”

Emily turned her ears forward, and heard voices.
“There’s somebody at the cave!”

“It might be Nimon.”

“Could it be anyone else? Military maybe?”

Jason scoffed. “Military? Why would he tell them?”

“Think there’s any danger?”

“I don’t know. Let’s find out.”

He set off with Emily in tow, and they pushed through
the foliage until they saw the mouth to the cave. The voices were coming out,
echoing from the inside.

“I hear two voices,” Emily said. “A man and a woman.”

“Who’s there?” Jason called into the cave entrance. He
picked up a snapped-off tree branch, wielding it like a baseball bat.

When a couple emerged, hand in hand, the muscles in
his body relaxed visibly, and he dropped the branch. “Who are you?”

“Who are you?” the man asked back. Emily saw that the
young woman at his side was staring wide-eyed at Jason’s nudeness. “And why are
you naked?”

“Um,” Jason stammered, looking down at himself. He
turned to his side, ridiculously cupping his package. “Long story. You don’t
sound Greek.”

“We’re not,” the man said. “We’re looking for
somebody, and were told he might be up here.”

“That’s quite a coincidence,” Emily said, stepping in
front of Jason to shield him from view. “Who is this person?”

“Um, a man named Michael Nimon. He owns a fertilizer
business.”

Emily inhaled sharply. “Pamela?”

The young woman stared at her. “Yes. How did you
know?”

“I have pages from your diary!” She reached into her
pocket, pulled out crumpled up bits of paper.

“What?!” Pam cried, snatching the pages and looking
through them. “It… it was stolen from me! On the boat.”

It all began to click for Emily. Nimon had
orchestrated the whole thing.

“Did you see what’s in the cave?”

“There’s nothing in there,” Pam said. “Right, Dallas?”

“Right.”

“He took the fossil.”

“What fossil?”

“Of a Minotaur.”

“So you know they exist?” Dallas asked.

“She knows more than that, Dallas. She knows you’re
one if she read all these pages.”

“I did.”

“Who are you, anyway?”

“We’re both journalists working with
Wild Magazine
.
We came here because we were told by a man named Michael Nimon – the very
same Nimon who you are after, I suspect – that there was a fossilized
Minotaur.”

“And was there?”

“Yes.”

“Where is it now?”

Emily shrugged. “I don’t know. Nimon’s gone, and he
probably took it with him. How, I don’t know. It was a huge slab of stone.”

“Great!” Dallas cried, throwing up his hands. “We just
missed him. Why is your friend naked?”

Jason stepped forward. “I’m a, uh, you know. Too.”

“Oh.”

The four of them stood awkwardly in silence before
Emily broke it. “You’ve got a car?”

“Yes.”

“Mind taking us into town?”

“No. I’ve got some spare clothes for your friend as
well.”

“I’m Emily, by the way. Emily Worthington. This is
Jason Harris. It’s nice to meet you, Pam and Dallas.” She smiled. “Don’t be
embarrassed that I read those pages.”

“Are you going to look for this Nimon guy?” Dallas
asked.

Emily narrowed her eyes. “Why, are you?”

“Yes. I need answers.” He wrapped an arm around Pam.
“We need answers.”

“Mind if we tag along?”

“No,” he told her. “The more the better. Let’s go find
this son of a bitch.”

# # #