I touched my belly and imagined the heavy press of Asterion's cock there. My skin was slightly sticky, but I thought he might've tried to wipe me clean when he'd tucked me in. I had a vague memory his hands stroking over my body for a long time. I wanted to find the minotaur, drag him back into this dreamy, strange quiet, and learn the flavor of his cock, of the pleasure he might find on my tongue. But food and a real bath would suit the flesh and bone part of me first. I would attend to one hunger, and then the other.
