Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (17 page)

“Unn! Unnn!” She cried. Kathos’s tongue stroked rough against her clit and he curled his massive fingers along the front of Adria’s never-before-touched sex. Her whole body constricted, she couldn’t breathe for a half-second and her vision, even in the blackness, went white. Then with a hot, explosive groan a gush of her juice pumped out and ran down her front, over the great beast’s tongue.

He slapped her hard with the tip of his tongue, working it around her, inside and outside, as though he had just tasted honey for the first time and wanted to clean the entire comb. After he licked, he ground his face between her legs and rubbed that mighty snout up and down, snorting and groaning.

“Oh!” She squealed, “you’re doing it again! I’m going to... again! I can’t stop, can’t stop! Yessss!”

Adria’s come, the second one, pulsed through her body, tight and then loose, hard and then soft. Everything around her seemed to get a fuzzy, slick feeling that made her shiver as her climax released.

When she finished, Kathos roared, snorted, and dropped her hard on the ground. He was senseless, unable to control himself. One of his fists crashed into the wall directly above Adria’s head, sending a shower of chipped stone down. Then he slammed the other fist somewhere else, roaring again.
I wonder if my juice is like some kind of a drug for him?

A terrible scratching sound, which she assumed were his horns followed the pounding fists, and the entire world seem to quake. One of Kathos’s forearms looped under Adria’s belly and he hoisted her off the floor right before his hooves scraped as though he were about to charge. Her feet dangled a few inches from the ground, and as helpless as she was before, it didn’t feel anything like she did then.

Terror gripped her stomach, and constricted her muscles. She felt cold, but then, as he pulled her backwards until the top of her legs touched the muscular taper at the top of his hips and the monster’s cock pushed up against her slit, warmth retook her.

He scratched the floor and ground his horns against the wall, Kathos’s rod slapped Adria’s sex and her belly with meaty, naughty thumps, and he grinded his hips against her entrance, shooting those same deep, incredible thrills she felt before all the way along her sides, up her back and around her neck. She reached between her legs, took his thickness in hand, and guided him to her opening.

“So, so, so big,” she said, and then sucked a breath, held it, and let it hiss out between her teeth as he pushed forward. Her whole body seemed to stretch around him. He was so big, and she so tight that Adria felt every single line, crevice, ridge and hair sliding inside her pussy.

She spread her legs as wide as she could manage to leg him in, but Kathos clamped them back, smashing her thighs together in a vice on his cock. She gasped and then groaned when his head sunk inside, stretching her harder and filling her more than she had ever been filled. He rammed and her face pushed against the wall, cheek on the cold stone.

“More! Give me more!”

“Tight...” he moaned, “so... tight...”

He stuffed himself deeper, and Adria groped backwards, trying to get a handful of cock, or of hair, or something to pull him in more and more. All she wanted, all she could think about, was having that cock buried as far inside her cunt as could be. The whole world became nothing but the electric tingles shooting up her back, and the slick, wet sound of her cunt grasping the bull-man’s cock when he slid out, then shoved back in.

Kathos let her feet touch the ground and bent his own knees to accommodate the tremendous difference in their size.

“Oh! It hurts!” Adria yelped as his thick fingers squeezed her hips, fire spreading out from where his fingertips prodded so deep into her flesh that she already felt bruises. “More!” She cried. “Give me more! Don’t make me beg!” Adria’s screams bounced off the stone walls just as Kathos’s roars had done.

The only things in the dungeon aside from Kathos and for Adria were their grunts, desperate, hungry and passionate, and the scent of their love-making, of their sweat and cum that filled the heavy air. At almost the same time, he pushed his hips forward, drawing a long moan from her lips, and Adria finally managed to reach far enough underneath herself to get a handful of his balls, getting a roar from him when she kneaded and pulled.

More than once she felt the cock inside her swell up and then relax, as though he were going to burst but never did. All the same, the muscles deep inside Adria’s cunt which never stopped twitching completely from her earlier climax began to again pulse, and flutter around him. But he was still moving so achingly slow that her build up was a rising tide, not a storm surge.

She pulled him closer, leading him deep with little tugs on his heavy sack every time he stopped moving. The stretching between her legs, the fullness inside her, and the way she kept gripping him, squeezing with her pussy, without even thinking, made Adria’s mind swim almost as much as the raw physical domination and powerlessness she had.

Nothing will ever be like this again. Nothing
.

She felt his tremendous body curl around hers, his chest on her back; his muscles hard and warm on her skin. His strokes became longer. Out, and then back in, he went; out and in. Long, slow, increasingly deep shoves filled her and thrilled her. One of Kathos’s hands stayed on her hips, still squeezing, but the other he moved around to her chest, where he found one of her tits and massaged her. He pinched her sensitive, pebbled nipple between two of his fingers and straightened himself out again before dragging his hand slowly up from her hip to her shoulder for a new handhold.

“More! Faster!” She couldn’t take anymore. Adria needed him then. She needed him hard and fast. “F-fuck me! Give me more! Please, Kathos, please!”

He dragged his fingernails down her back, making her scream and writhe, and then gave her exactly what she wanted. A long stroke out, and then a fast, rough, hard shove – all at once, Adria’s world exploded in a mixture of agony, ecstasy, pain and pleasure.

The Minotaur pulled back, snorted and ground his hoof against the floor, then rammed forward again, driving his cock so far inside Adria’s pussy that she thought he’d rip her in half. She pushed back, with one hand on the wall in front of her and the other wrapped as far around Kathos’s shaft as she could, she kept her hand right where he entered her, relishing the slickness, the sweet scent, and the feeling of his cock pumping in, pulling out over and over, harder and harder.

A roar escaped, followed by a snort, and then he rammed home. Kathos worked his cock in circles inside her, grinding his hips against her ass and those waves building up slowly inside of Adria’s sex turned fierce.

Pulses, hard and gripping, squeezed him. He shook his head, roared, and drove somehow deeper, until she felt him all the way inside, against the her deepest parts. Again the head of his cock swelled up, but that time, he moaned her name, he moaned “Adria...” clutched her backwards against his body and exploded. Hot, pounding liquid pumped inside Adria over and over, filling her and running down between her legs.

The tender squeezing and slow pulses quickened. Every muscle of her body tensed at once, from the back of her neck to her knees. She squeezed as hard as she could, milking every drop of sticky, hot cum from her monster.

As his prick swelled full and emptied inside her for the third time, Adria again lost control. Everything melted, the walls of the labyrinth faded and the sounds in her mind – his grunting and her moans – were everything in the entire world. All at once, the immense tension of her being released in a gush that forced its way out of her, around his cock, and ran down his hair-covered legs in rivers.

Long they stayed, neither willing to move.

Adria stroked him, gently, as he softened inside her and finally withdrew.

The air hung thick between them. Wet and hot with their sex, and their scents. For a moment, Adria fell backward against the beast, unable to keep her balance. He held her against him, one arm around her waist, and the other stroking her face, until she went limp with exhaustion and release.

Four

“You stay in here. Safer. No danger inside.” He shoved her back into the room where she awoke. Adria was drenched in sweat, the remnants of prickling heat just barely faded from her mind, and the end of a hazy afterglow still clinging to the sides of her vision.

“But why? What’s so dangerous? There’s nothing here except a stone maze, you and I. Why do I have to be shut in some box? Why can’t we find our way out and go on with our lives away from everything?”

“You can light. Torch. You can light the torch.” He swallowed, and the way his throat hitched, his pain was obvious. She turned away slowly and felt along the floor for her satchel. When she returned to strike a light, Kathos recoiled back into the hallway. All she could see in the orange light bathing her little chamber were his eyes. They were black, round, and glinted with torchlight whenever one of them breathed in such a way that made the flame lick back and forth.

“No,” he said. “Nothing outside, only here. Only home. Outside lies nothing but danger. Fear.”

“Fear of what?” She said, still never having seen him, at least not all at once, and not in the light. Adria reached out to touch him, and at first he backed away, but then inched close enough for her to touch, but not for her to see. Adria bent and pulled the tunic trousers out of her satchel she was luckily given. When Kathos tore away her shirt, it just split down the middle, so tying it worked well enough.

“Goes. This. It goes like this. Every time.”

Kathos, at least a head taller than Adria, twice as wide, and powerful enough to crush her ribcage in his fist, began to rub his head against her hand.

For just a moment, he stayed silent, and she stroked the side of his great, thick neck. “It’s okay,” she said. “Be calm, Kathos.”

She felt the muscles along the side of his neck twitch under her hand, as though he was clenching and relaxing a mighty jaw. Gripping, holding and releasing. A grinding sound, which she assumed to be his teeth, came next. Adria reached up to touch him again, but when she did, that rage flashed back. Kathos snatched her hand and squeezed.

“Every time? I’m not the first girl tossed down here? My father kept saying something about prophecies and heroes coming to save me, and...” Reality hit Adria like a slap across the mouth.

“Not true. I can’t, I don’t remember. But always like this.”

Adria slumped backward against the wall. “Please come in, Kathos,” she said, “why won’t you let me see you?”

“No – I... no.”

She just couldn’t understand. She had felt his muscles, stroked his powerful and obviously inhuman jaw, felt him move inside her. Adria gave herself to him, he took her innocence, but he was afraid to let her see his face. She sighed, thought about protesting his reticence again, and then realized that he was at least as stubborn as she. Content to touch him, she pushed off the wall, and took his huge, powerful hands in hers.

“What happens next?”

“Next?”

“Well, if the whole thing about this being some kind of ancient prophecy – with a hero coming to save me and whisk me away to some magical country by a sea to make me his wife – if none of that is true, then what? Do I just sit in this box until I starve to death? Why did my father do this?”

“He has to,” Kathos said, “agree... agreement.”

“An agreement? With who? About what?”

“With,” Kathos swallowed, “with me. Maybe not even your father. Long time. It’s. Ah, it’s been a long time since I talked.”

“Wait, with you?”

He snorted and shook his head from side to side. “I am dangerous. Or to him. To him, I am dangerous. Or if I’ve been here longer than he’s been alive, I was dangerous to someone else. I only know a name, and I don’t know why I know it.” Kathos swallowed hard again and hissed.

“What name? What name do you know?” Adria stroked his chest and let her hands fall to rest on his hips, on those mighty hips that drove against her so viciously that she was sure to be bruised.

“A... King, one called Akthan.”

“Akthan? He’s not even real.” Adria said. “He’s a myth, supposed to have been the king who founded Laradale thousands of years ago. That’s impossible.”

“Thousands? Is that a long time?”

For the second time, Adria’s jaw dropped.

“Kathos,” she said, “who were your parents? Do you know?”

“Not born, I was made. Some kind of... curse? Curse. I don’t, I can’t remember. Can’t remember.” His voice dropped lower in his chest and the rage from earlier, when he claimed Adria against the wall, returned.

“In!” He shouted. “No more, no more talking. In!”

Eyes opened wide, Adria suppressed a yelp and dove out of the way as the giant stone block slid back into place, and her cell closed tight. Outside, she heard a roar, and then the sound of fingernails against the walls. Tortured screeching, pained gasps, almost like the creature was choking on rage.

“What happened to me? Why can’t I remember?” A dull thud – his fist pounding against the wall, she assumed – followed by another and another came through the wall.

“Kathos,” Adria said, loud enough to be heard, she hoped, but not so much to frighten him again. “Kathos, hush. Everything is fine.”

She heard a snort, and then a scratch on the floor, and a tremendous crashing sound. Suddenly, she remembered the series of punctures running down the wall, two of which she used to hold herself upright while the great beast slammed his loins against her. Another crash in the hall outside shook her to the core.

“Kathos! Stop!” She called, “stop! You’re going to hurt yourself! Please!” Adria began to sob, terrified not only for herself, but also for the confused, pitiful creature bashing his head against the walls.

She called out again, pleading with him to stop, and she heard a thump clearly through the stone block.

“Was that you? Are you okay?”

Nothing but slow, ragged breathing broke the silence.
At least he’s calmed down, or worn himself out
. Then, she heard sobs so deep, so baleful, that her heart melted.