My Minotaur Husband (Stories from New Eden #1)

by Lyonne Riley

My orgasm only continues while Theo thrusts the dildo harder, his own voice climbing steadily upward, and liquid trickles down my leg. I’ve never orgasmed that hard in my life. Soon he’s there, too, and lets out a deep low as he unleashes a powerful stream of white.

“Do you want to go out, or stay in?” When he says stay in, immediately my mind jumps to when he stroked that enormous cock in front of me, taunting me with something I can’t have yet, thrilling me for what’s to come. “Stay in,” I say without hesitating. I want the next step, the stage two. I want that big, wide, rough tongue between my legs again.

Theo shifts nervously from one foot to the other. “Would you like to, um, shower with me?” Oh, do I ever. “Yes.” I grab his hand in mine and squeeze it. “Yes please.”

He takes a soft loofah and covers it in bubbly soap, then starts to scrub me, swishing the loofah down my chest, around my breasts, to my legs. He kneels down in front of me to clean between my thighs, and when he returns to standing in front of me, his huge cock is erect and swollen.

I don’t realize I’m letting out soft moans until Theo presses his body to my back and whispers, “Do you like that?”

Theo lets out a heavy breath, but doesn’t stop me as I lather the soap in my palm and gently spread it along the surface of his cock. His hips twitch as I reach his wide, pink head, and run my soapy hands over it.

All the muscles in his abdomen flex as I stroke him up and down along his massive length.

While I continue squeezing and pumping him, my single hand only fitting halfway around his girth, I venture down beneath to where that furry sac hangs between his legs. It’s heavy when I take it into my palms and Theo grunts, his cock spasming in my hand.

When I’ve got the soap washed off of him, I kneel down and Theo asks, “Celeste?” But I don’t answer because I already have my mouth on him, my lips wrapping around his soft head. Theo gasps and I hear his horns clank against the wall.

I drag my lips down the side of his cock, licking at every possible intersection until Theo is panting above me, his hands clenched into fists and his hips bucking against my mouth.

His hips convulse as he jams his cock into my mouth, as little as it will go, and he roars as a stream of hot liquid hits my tongue. I drink up as much as I can, relishing the sweet, salty taste of him, until I can’t take any more and it starts to drip down my lips. I pump once, twice more, and Theo pitches forward like his legs might give out.

Theo towels me off, wrapping his huge hands around my breasts and teasing my nipples. Once we’re all dry, he picks me up and carries me back to the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed with enthusiasm. I like seeing his hunger this way, and knowing that I bring it out of my shy minotaur.

I gasp and moan as he pumps it inside of me, playing with my clit as he works it deeper and deeper, drawing pure ecstasy out of me like taffy. When I finally come around it, I come hard.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart,” he says, giving me a big, deep kiss. “You took that so well, I think it’s time to graduate.” “Graduate?” I ask, sitting up to get a look. Now he’s reaching into the second drawer of the bedside table. This dildo is much bigger than the last one, and bright red.

“Hey.” Theo brings his head down so his broad lips are right next to my ear. He combs one hand through my hair. “Even if that never happened between us, Celeste, I don’t mind.” He brings me in even closer. “You mean the world to me, and this doesn’t change that. Not a bit.”

I don’t know what I did to deserve this wonderful minotaur, and I think there’s a good chance I’m falling in love with him.

Theo pulls down a kneepad and hands it to me. “Here. So you don’t scratch up those cute little knees.” “Are you complimenting my knees?” I squish the pad and find myself giggling again.

Then his underwear comes down, and that incredible cock of his is revealed to me again. With courage fueled by the wine, I reach out for it and wrap both hands around it, and Theo’s big, dark eyes go wide. “Do you like it?” he asks with a sultry little smile. “I love it.” Stroking him, I lead him back toward the bed, and he falls down onto it.

I explore his cock more, sitting over him so I can better get my hands around it. Theo grunts when I venture lower, investigating his big, furry balls underneath. They tighten up when I touch them, and his cock spasms in my hand.

Then the tongue comes out. He licks my clit, taunting it, swirling it around and around until I’m wriggling and moaning and he’s holding on tight to my legs to keep me in place. Theo doesn’t relent, tormenting every part of me with that amazing wide tongue. He curls it and shoves it inside me, and I’m shocked at how easily it fits.

It isn’t long before the dildo is all the way in, and Theo starts to thrust with abandon. His hand drops down to his own cock, and his eyes find mine as he strokes himself in the same rhythm.

The dildo feels wonderful, but watching Theo’s cock swell in his hands, I think I want more. Once I’m moaning and bucking my hips in time with the dildo, he slows down and withdraws it.

“Watch,” he whispers, and shivers spread across my skin. So I do. I watch as he brings the huge round head to my slit, where he ever-so-slowly nudges it inside.

Once again he tests me, pushing the head further in, and I can see it spreading my swollen lower lips wide as it works its way inside. He strokes just that head in and out, loosening me up even more, and soon the discomfort morphs into an incredible, eye-popping pleasure.

He lies down next to me, his hooves hanging off the bed as he continues lavishing attention on my clit and pumping just the tip in and out of me. Every stroke unleashes another torrent of pleasure, twisting me up and up, higher and higher.

I moan and bury my face in Theo’s shoulder, squeezing his furry bicep tight as he starts to gently pump the dildo inside me. As I get wetter and wetter, his strokes speed up, and soon my whole body is responding to each thrust as the toy fucks me.

When I can move again, I take his cock in my hands, sucking it as far as I can fit it into my mouth, funneling all my adoration and affection into my tongue and lips.

“That toy looked so hot inside you,” he murmurs, and I raise a hand to run it up and down his big muzzle. “I can’t wait until it’s me.” I sigh into his chest. “Me, too.”

I pour everything I feel about him into it, how his deep kindness and sincerity makes me perfectly at ease with him.

“I can smell it, you know,” he whispers, tucking his head over my shoulder. “When you get turned on.” I rub my cheeks as my face instantly turns red.

“I can barely wait,” he murmurs, stroking the side of my face. “I haven’t thought about anything but being inside you all day.” Instantly my blood turns to lava.

“I would love to stay,” I say, my voice choking up with emotion. “Right here.”

“We’ll have to go slow,” Theo says, almost as much for himself as for me. His finger dips in, testing me, and then another fits easily. But I don’t want to go slow. I want to finally have him inside me, to join our bodies together, to be fully surrounded by him. Yet he keeps teasing me with just two fingers, slicking in and out of me, stopping from time to time to graze over my clit.

We wrap around each other, an inextricable tangle of arms and legs, my thighs cradling his hips so that big cock is trapped against my wet, hot center. Theo groans and rubs against me, spreading my wetness all over himself.

After a deep breath, he retreats down my body, tasting every part of me, and my legs open for him. Then he’s licking me, his wet nose brushing my clit as he ducks down and presses his huge tongue inside me, lathering me up for him.

In the mirror I watch Theo sitting back on his haunches, his cock already thick and starting to leak. He takes it in one hand while he fucks me with the dildo, faster and faster, until I’m crying out and pushing back against it to take it as deep as I can.

Once the dildo starts to move, all I can think about is that cock instead, and I moan and writhe under its steady strokes. Theo sees the look on my face and smiles that warm, pleased smile I’m coming to love so much. He pumps the dildo inside me faster and faster, pausing from time to time to plunge it deep and run it back and forth over my innermost parts.

He brings out lube again, and he spreads it all over his cockhead. Then he guides it down, and in the mirror I can see what he sees. The head slides between my folds, rubbing over my clit and spreading his pre-come and the lube all over me. Desperately wanting more of him, I lift my hips, and he slides down so he’s pressed against my slit.

That huge, dark head starts to nudge its way inside, and I feel it stretching me, widening me—but I’m so wet that it slides through. I gasp and clutch the pillow when it meets my first layer of resistance, and Theo takes a halting breath. He’s stretching me as far as I can possibly go, until there’s no more give left. “Sweetheart, you feel so good.”

So I do what I’m told and raise my eyes to his. They’re soft and dark with bottomless affection as he covers my body with his hands, caressing my breasts, squeezing my hips, letting me know how he cares for me. That’s when my channel finally softens, and with the utmost gentleness, he slides further inside.

When I let out a sharp gasp he pauses, then withdraws just a little, letting my body adjust. He repeats this motion over and over, and I’m so wet that he has no trouble moving in and out, just an inch or two deep.

Then Theo plunges the rest of the way inside me. I can’t help the cry I let out as at last, he fills me up, settling in a deep place that feels like it was reserved just for him. Every part of me is stretching, shifting to make room, and Theo lets out a deep, relieved sigh.

Everything inside me is calling Theo’s name as he slowly pulls himself out, so we’re just barely connected. Once more he slides in, and this time it’s smooth as butter as he returns to that same wonderful spot, right where he belongs.

He makes love to me—that’s what this is, I can feel it—the same way he does everything: paying close attention, acting intentionally and thoughtfully.

He turns to look at us in the mirror and whispers, “Look.” I drink in the sight of him on top of me, his cock emerging only to vanish inside me again. I can’t even take all of his length, and the sight of our bodies moving together, his powerful ass tensing with each thrust, threatens to send me plummeting off a cliff.

He groans and sinks in deep, taking me, owning me, making me his. Before long, I’m so slick that his huge cock makes a slurping noise with every thrust, his heavy sac brushing against my ass as he buries himself completely in my body.

Theo sits back on his haunches as he continues his exploration of me, and brings his hand down to where my swollen lips are spread wide around him. First he pauses to coat his fingers in our juices, then I feel his hand brush over my clit.

“I’m so close,” I whimper, feeling tears building behind my eyes. I might just explode. “Please, Theo. Please.” He growls, a guttural sound I haven’t heard him make before, and obliges. Soon he’s pounding me, plundering my slick pussy with all the power stored in those thick thighs and that perfect ass.

His explosion is so powerful I feel it strike me deep inside, his hot come filling any small gap that might remain. My back arches as the tsunami continues, rippling through me. Theo falls forward, burying his face in my neck.

We lie like that for what feels like eons, his softening length still inside me, our juices spilling down my ass and onto the comforter.