Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 020

"I like how you talk to me." The minotaur approached the pile of rubble. Grabbing one of the stones, he dragged it away a few feet and easily flipped it over. He sat down, his loincloth shifting. Beth's eyes widened at the sheer size of his penis, which vanished back beneath the cloth. "She does not speak as kindly to me as you do."

"She who?" Beth asked. The minotaur regarded her for several seconds, contemplating his answer.

"The Lady of the Labyrinth." The minotaur set down his axe. "She commands, so I must obey."

From where she stood, Beth could see the minotaur's eyes briefly glaze over. The way he had said those words led her to believe that something more was going on. "Do you have a name?"

"My name?" He pondered for a second. "It has been so long since I have spoken my name. My name is Asterion."

"Well, Asterion. I sure could use your help."

Asterion shook his head. "Not without the Lady's permission."

"Well, then what does she want you to do?"

"Hmm." Asterion's furry brow wrinkled. "She has given me many jobs lately. Keep out intruders. Bring her the goggles. Bring her the goblin. Bring her the Caretaker."

"It sounds like she is keeping you busy." Beth drew nearer. "I'm curious, Asterion. What are you supposed to do if an intruder gets in?"

"Hmm." His forehead wrinkled again. "I'm supposed to kill them."

"But you haven't killed me."

"No." Asterion put his chin in his hand, a perfect replica of the Thinker statue. His biceps bulged out, making "Because you are not an intruder."

"I'm not?"

"The Lady tells me that intruders are mean, and will run or hide or fight. You stayed to talk to me, and you are nice. So you aren't an intruder, so I'm not supposed to kill you."

"I see." Beth saw the opportunity and took it. Asterion's gifts were clearly limited to his physique. "So if I'm not an intruder, I must be something else. You said that I'm nice. Do you know what a nice person is called?"

"The Lady tells me that she is nice to me and I should do what she says. But you are not the Lady, so I shouldn't do what you say."

"So, I must be something that isn't an intruder or a Lady." Beth was sitting next to Asterion now. "I don't want to tell you what to do, and I'm not an intruder. I'm nice, and I like talking to you. So that would make me a..." Beth waited, expecting Asterion to finish the sentence. After several seconds, the minotaur turned to look at her, his eyes expectant.

"...a friend." Beth finished.

"Hmm." Asterion's lips twisted to the side, his face scrunched in concentration. "A friend. I don't think I've had a friend before."

"No? That's too bad, Asterion, because you seem very nice. I think lots of people would like to be friends with you."

"A friend." Asterion grunted. "I don't know what a friend is supposed to do."

"Well, friends are, um," it was Beth's turn to think. "You see, friends are nice to each other because they like each other. Have you ever liked someone before?"

"I like the Lady." Asterion nodded, pleased that he had an answer.

"And does the Lady like you?"

"Hmm." Asterion's brow furrowed again, and Beth did her best not to sigh out loud. She sat patiently next to him while he pondered the question.

"Maybe." Asterion frowned. "The Lady isn't mean to me. And she talks to me sometimes, but only to tell me what to do. So I don't know if she likes me."

"Well, I like you." Beth patted him reassuringly on his massive thigh. The muscles in his leg were rock hard, and Asterion looked at where she had placed his hand, a strange look crossing his face. "And if you like me too, then we can be friends!"

"I see." Asterion contemplated Beth's hand for several seconds. "So friends like each other."

"That's one thing that friends do." She gave his thigh a friendly squeeze. "Some other things that they do is keep each other company, and help each other when they need it."

"Friends help each other." Asterion mulled this over. Beth let him, knowing that her attempts at diplomacy hinged on being patient. The minotaur really didn't seem like a bad person to her, but she could see his axe from here, and had no desire to find out first hand just how sharp it was. "So if we are friends, we would help each other?"

"Only if we want to," Beth added. "For example, I wouldn't tell you to help me find my way out of the Labyrinth. I would tell you that I wanted help, and it would be your choice." She stroked his leg, feeling how the different muscles in his thigh felt like braided steel beneath his skin. She felt a twinge in her own thighs, and did her best to maintain eye contact with him. "And if you asked me for help, I would decide if it was something I could help you with."

"Hmm." Asterion vanished into his thoughts. Beth kept rubbing his leg, her fingertips sliding towards his inner thigh. With each gentle stroke, she explored his leg just a little farther, unable to help herself. The skin of his body was the same brown color as his head, and his body was covered in a very fine, short cut hair, and it made her think once more of that old Dracula movie, and the fur covered beast fucking that girl in the gardens that were just like a maze...

Beth grinned, trying to ignore the tightening sensation that started in her pelvis, generating a rush of heat that radiated out through her legs. Her clothes were still slightly damp, but the temperature in her panties was slowly climbing. She shifted her weight on the stone block, immediately aware of the sensation of her panties dragging ever so slightly across her clitoris which had emerged from hiding.

Asterion sniffed the air, then sucked in a lungful of air. His lips curled into a grin.

"Do you need help, Beth?"

"I do need help, yes." Beth stood up. "With a couple of things, if you don't mind."

"I want to help you." Asterion took a step toward her, a large grin on his bull face. "And you can help me too."

"Help with what?" Beth's eyes fell to his loincloth. It no longer hung casually, but had lifted several inches in the air, Asterion's massive cock hiding just beneath the thin fabric. Beth was going to say no, to explain that they were in a hurry, but her mind went back to her time with Oliver, to every time she had backed herself onto the Delightful Dragon, and even to the time she had made a reluctant boyfriend wear an extender while dressed as a werewolf.

In front of her was something real, an experience waiting to be had, to be claimed and conquered. Asterion moved closer, and a wave of musk rolled over Beth. A storm was forming somewhere in her gut, lightning crawling up and down her spine when Asterion stepped closer to gently touch one of her breasts.

"I want to see it," Beth said, and Asterion quickly obliged. With a tug on some strings, he tossed away the loincloth, revealing his cock. The skin was almost black, and his body hair stopped at the base of his shaft. The head of his cock was shaped like a sideways hourglass, narrowing to a point the size of her pinky.

"Holy shit." Beth stared at the massive member in awe.

"You need to breed." Asterion placed his hands on her waist. "You are in heat."

"Something like that." Beth spit on her hand, using it to rub the thick shaft. Would this even fit in her? She almost laughed.

She would make it fit.

Asterion watched her stroking his shaft, unaware that her ministrations were more than just an attempt to get him hard. With each stroke, Beth was taking in the smoothness of his shaft, feeling the powerful pulse of flowing blood through his genitals, contemplating the size of his balls and wondering if she would feel them slamming against her ass as he fucked her. No, she was analyzing him, thinking of the best way to make it happen.

Asterion made a low, rumbling sound in his throat. Beth smiled at him, planting a tiny kiss on the head of his penis.

"Do you like that?" She asked him. He nodded, watching her continue. Beth was using both hands stacked on top of each other with plenty of room left. At the base of his cock, she couldn't even get her fingers to touch her thumb due to how thick he was. She kept tugging on him, his cock leaking little spurts of fluid onto her hand and providing extra lubrication. She did this for several minutes, her pulse throbbing hard enough that she could feel it in her labia.

Looking up at Asterion, it suddenly occurred to her that he was never going to make the next move. Staring wistfully at the cock in front of her, she managed to get just a bit of it in her mouth. His spunk was bitter at first, making her think of a harsh bourbon. Salivating on his large knob, she stripped off her pants with some difficulty, the fabric slightly tighter after her trip into the river.

Asterion rumbled with pleasure, and Beth hummed while she blew him, laying her pants on the stone floor as a cushion. Stroking him with one hand, she fondled his giant balls with the other, marveling at how supple the skin of his scrotum was.

She pulled her mouth off of him. His dick was now slick with spit and spooge, and she couldn't wait any longer. Stripping off her lacy panties, she tossed them on the floor, and stood up.

"Lie down," she commanded. Asterion blinked a couple times before acquiescing, sprawling out on the floor. Beth straddled his waist, pushing his cock against his belly. It traveled quite a ways up his chest. Sitting down on top of his massive member, she moved her cunt against him, spreading out lubrication of her own.

Asterion sighed, rumbling deeply from within his chest. Beth pulled her way forward, arching her hips so just the tip of his dick sat at her opening. Asterion grabbed her hips, and she slapped his hands away.

"I don't want you to rip me in half," she told him, easing herself down on him. Her pussy protested at first, the ache from her sexual encounter with Oliver still there. She let out a moan, forcing herself back even farther, determined to bypass her initial discomfort. It was like a runner's high - she just needed to get through the first stretch to enjoy the benefits.

"I am enjoying that," Asterion said, his gentle hands on her thighs.

"So. Am. I." Beth punctuated every word by thrusting herself farther onto his cock. She was disappointed when he bottomed out in her before she could reach the bottom, but was extremely pleased to feel his hands on the side of her body, guiding her. She took her hands off of his chest, and held still. Asterion moved her around with his powerful arms, gently thrusting himself into her, letting out an occasional growl of pleasure. His strong arms were powerful enough that he was able to easily lift her, sliding himself all the way before thrusting himself back in. Beth hissed, a hiss than turned into a protracted moan when Asterion pulled himself even farther into her.

"Fuuuuuuuck." Beth felt her organs shift to accommodate the dramatic widening of her vagina. Knowing full well that she would have trouble walking, she grabbed Asterion's wrists and forced herself even farther onto him. Asterion pumped himself in and out of her, his loud grunts echoing off of the stone columns.

"Oh, shit!" Beth let go of Asterion's wrist, rubbing her clit frantically. She could feel it now, powerful convulsions inside her thighs, radiating down her legs and making her ass tighten up. Her hand was quickly soaked with her own fluids, and she thrust herself onto Asterion's cock even farther. He let out a loud honking noise, his eyes rolling up into his head, his muscles tensing up.

"Not yet!" Beth grabbed Asterion's nose ring and pulled. Asterion cried out in pain, and Beth felt his orgasm back down. Pumping herself even harder, she grabbed the base of his cock. With her hand tightly around his shaft, she slammed herself onto her own fist. Content that Asterion wasn't about to blow his load again, she let go of the nose ring and rubbed her clit again.

Inside of her, the head of Asterion's cock was like a thick rubber ball moving up and down inside her stomach, pushing against the soft tissue of her womb and scattering lightning throughout her being. Groaning with pain and pleasure, Beth continued riding the minotaur, her hips moving in a tiny circle after every thrust.

Asterion stood up suddenly, and Beth wrapped her legs around him, her eyes wide. He carried her over to the stones they had sat upon, pulling her off of his cock and spinning her around. Complying, Beth bent over, grabbing onto the stone.

"Hurry up and OW!" Asterion wasted no time in slamming himself into her. Though he couldn't fit inside her completely, his balls swung up and smacked against the stretched folds around her clitoris, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her brain.

"Oh god, yes, oh god, yes, OHMIGOD!!" Beth's orgasm wasted no time, her body shuddering wildly against the stone slab. She clutched tightly the rock beneath her, screaming into the hard surface. Pressing herself into the stone, she braced herself as Asterion thrust into her rapidly, letting out low-pitched moans of his own. Just as her orgasm began to subside, Asterion let out a loud howl, filling her with hot minotaur seed. Beth's whole body clenched, and she forced his sperm to squirt out of her stretched vagina, covering his shaft in both of their fluids.

'Oh, fuck," Beth whispered, going limp against the rock. Asterion's cock was already deflating, and he pulled himself free, a large pool of sperm forming beneath them. Beth lay still for several minutes, her entire lower body on fire. Her wildest fantasies were coming true, and she felt her grasp on reality start to slip. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the afterglow.

Beneath the rocks, she heard Abella grunt.

"Oh, shit." Standing on wobbly legs, Beth found her panties and her pants, sliding them back on. Asterion stood naked next to her until Beth handed him his loincloth.

"Abella? Are you okay?" Beth was worried that the gargoyle had gone silent. She knelt by the gap in the stones.

"Uh... yeah." Abella's face appeared in the hole. Her face was darker than normal. "I was, uh, just having trouble with my tail. It got stuck."

"You have a tail?" Beth asked. "That's so cool!" Asterion was now beside her, and he casually lifted the large stone blocks off of the pile. His muscles bulged lifting some of the larger pieces, and Beth patted them appreciatively. The small pile moved on its own, and Abella rose, the heavy stones falling around her. She stretched her arms to the sky, her wings unfolding behind her back. Beth saw that the stone webbing had torn in multiple places beneath the rubble, and Abella's body had dark flaws across it, cracks in the stone that glistened with dark fluids.

"Thank you, Asterion." Abella bowed her head at the minotaur, who now contemplated her.

"Are we friends too?" Asterion asked.

"Yes, but not the same as you are with Beth," she told him, rubbing her shoulders. Her stone breasts rippled, tiny chunks of debris falling off of her. "Thank you for freeing me."

"You are welcome." Asterion smiled.

"So, we can go now?" Abella asked.

"Hmm." Asterion frowned. Beth kept smiling, but she watched Abella roll her eyes. Asterion knelt to retrieve his axe, holding it casually over his shoulder. "We must go to see the Lady. If you want to leave the Labyrinth, you need her permission."

Abella swore under her breath, but Beth patted Asterion on the arm. "That sounds like a great plan. Lead the way, friend."

Asterion beamed at Beth, then led them out of the room of stone columns.

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