Book Two: Chapter 75

No longer supported by her pubic bone, her body began a slow descent, powered by gravity alone. Beth fought the urge to cry out, knowing that she would tense up and ruin the process. It was a sensation she needed to allow, that powerful fullness that wedged its way inside her and caused all of her thoughts to go astray.

Asterion flexed, and her whole body lifted slightly. When he released, she sank even deeper.

Her cries echoed off of the rock walls, bouncing back and forth until it was soaked up by the mist. With every inch that slowly sank into her, she could feel the world around her melt away, gobbled up by her desire. It wasn’t just the sheer size of the cock inside of her that drove the reaction—it was the scruffy hair on Asterion’s arms, the animal grunts that came from his lips, the sheer insanity of being fucked by a minotaur in the first place. It was so many late night solo fantasies now being fulfilled, the realization that magic was real and she had stepped