Annie And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 3) (66 page)

Then why can I feel that familiar numbness in the center of my stomach?
The part of her that she’d rather not listen reared its ugly head, all too eager to shake her confidence in whatever she was up to at the time.
It’s not fear,
she told herself as she kept pressing on.
It’s anticipation!
Somehow, her innards were not that easily persuaded.

If I am right, though,
the woman continued her inner monologue,
I will kill more birds with one stone than I can count.
Feeling mirthful again by the mere mention of this prospect, Adrasteia resumed her running again, impatient to finally get to the beast’s lair. Tonight, she knew, it will all make sense. She will finally learn more about the Minotaur, of herself, whether the other Cretans were right or wrong… All the answers would come soon.

Most importantly,
she reminded herself,
I will be able to thank him for what he did… the way I was supposed to.

The rest of the way was a blur that Adrasteia mostly experienced from the inside of her own head, repeating the same questions and answer over and over again, until she finally saw it: the colossal mountain that the elders of Knossos refused to name. Supposedly, at the base of this unpleasant place, lay the entrance to the cave of the Minotaur.

The entrance that supposedly never let anyone out,
the woman reminded herself. “Let’s go find it,” she spoke the extension of the previous sentence out loud, as if to check whether there was anything around to react. Expectedly, the area was completely barren of anything of the sort.

That’s one way in which this place is similar to where I came from,
Adrasteia chuckled as she tried to expunge her fear with a badly thought out joke.
A good reason as any other for me to get used to it,
she continued, all while maintaining a slow but deliberate pace toward the area that to her seemed most likely to contain the entrance.

Slowly, the base of the mountain grew closer and closer, and with it an increasingly large gash became more and more apparent with every step the woman made. By the time she was next to it, it had become obvious that this large hole in the rocky formation was nothing if not a welcoming, torch-lit entrance.

That was completely unexpected,
Adrasteia thought as she kept trying to get a decent glimpse of whatever laid beyond the improvised door. Her efforts, though, were useless, as the passage curved to the right almost immediately after the entrance. In order to continue, she had to go in.

Or do I?

Sitting on top a nearby rock, the woman weighed her options, tempted by the flames as they illuminated the beckoning entrance. It was known that this place housed the Minotaur. Man after man tried to down the great beast, and no one has ever returned alive.
Or at all,
she corrected herself. The monster was rumored to consume human flesh, and whoever came to hunt it would obviously stay for dinner.

I do know that the Minotaur chose to spare me on that night, so long ago. Would he remember me today? And even if he did, would he recognize my adult shape?
Now barely aware of her surroundings, Adrasteia allowed the thoughts to spin freely around her head, hoping to find something useful when they settle down.

This place,
the woman thought, returning to the present far quicker than she expected to,
it might be some sort of bait.

Now interested in the mountain itself, Adrasteia carefully approached a rough wall, slightly to the right of the entrance. Slowly, she dragged her soft fingers over the rugged surface of the rock.
Cretans have long since attempted to bring this mountain down,
she recalled the words her father told her.
Or at least cave the entrance in.

But no matter what they’d do,
the woman continued pondering as she pulled her hand back,
all of them couldn’t even make a single crack in the thing.
The colossal mountain remained there, completely indestructible, as if the gods themselves willed it so.

If something like that is true, then how in the world did the Minotaur carve out this entrance and whatever’s inside? Assuming, of course, it was his work to begin with…

For a while she stood like that, perplexed about the nature of the mysterious mountain, and when her inner monologue subsided, Adrasteia felt none the wiser about it.
This is pointless.

Maybe this mountain isn’t the Minotaur’s home after all,
she finally had an idea.
Perhaps it is merely a trap – or a series of traps, left to deal with invaders.
This, she concluded, made more sense than everything else. If the beast was holed up in here, it would stand to reason that the place was full of danger.

Pleased with her conclusion, the woman nodded to her own ingenuity before taking several steps back from the cold stone of the mountain.

Still, I have no better clue than this,
Adrasteia thought as she sat down on another, much smaller stone, several feet to the right of the cave’s entrance.
Whether the Minotaur actually resides here or not,the only way to learn about it would be to wait here.

And wait she did, sitting patiently on her increasingly less comfortable spot for hours. By the time the first sound broke this silence, the woman was well on her way toward dozing off. Expectedly, though, the pounding caused by a pair of unmistakably large limbs had immediately snuffed out any remaining traces of drowsiness from Adrasteia.

He is h–
were all the coherent thoughts she could produce before a hulking, inhuman form lumbered right out of the rocky gash before her.  Breathing heavily, the beast immediately raised its head, roaring furiously toward the moon. This monstrous spectacle lasted for several seconds, and the awed woman was free to inspect the monster’s muscled body in good detail before the creature noticed that something was amiss.

As if faced with something completely new, the Minotaur stopped his roar abruptly instead of allowing it to subside the way the moon demanded. With a couple of quick motions, he tilted his head left and right, producing a hissing sound that made it obvious that he was sniffing the air in search of whomever it was that invaded his domain.

Less than a second later, when her own pair of dark eyes met with the beast’s pair of yellow ones, having felt the fury that this being contained within, Adrasteia froze completely. Now unable to move a muscle, she considered that maybe this course of action had not been all that wise.

The way the creature moved forward, however, the same way it did so long ago, made the memories in the back of her mind vivid again, and re-ignited her feelings toward her Minotaur.
This is the one who killed the slavers and saved me,
the woman reminded herself, the numb sensation within her nether region giving way to an increasingly stronger, electric one.

It was at that moment that Adrasteia knew, even as the entity the Cretans had dubbed a monster approached, looking more and more dangerous: what she needed all this time, was
him.

And maybe,
the woman dared herself think, even as she started to disrobe before the monstrosity that kept stomping its way toward her,
maybe what he needs is this.

With a single fluid motion, Adrasteia removed her belt, allowing the flowing dress that hid her from the world to slide off and fall onto the ground. Now revealed before the monster was a nude, shapely woman’s body that the men of Knossos would kill to possess, if they ever had the chance to see it.

Taken by surprise, the Minotaur wavered. It appeared, for a second, that this blatant display of the female form had given it pause. But soon another blatant display, this one of the creature’s bulging erection, immediately proved that this was not the case.

Panting and snorting, the monster kept coming closer and closer, with obvious plans for the woman that presented herself to him. Without a hint of hesitation, the Minotaur grabbed Andrasteia by her shoulders and lifted the woman up for a split second, only to forcefully lower her prone body back onto the ground, legs spread wide.

Then, huffing and puffing all the while, the lust-controlled bull man shoved his engorged manhood into his all too willing recipient’s not so private region. Feeling something split within her, Adrasteia could feel her insides stretch to their limits in order to accommodate the invader’s enormous member.

At first, it seemed that the pain would be too much for her to endure. However, the woman’s arousal, along with the realization that the moment she had been waiting most of her life for was just happening, worked wonders at transforming that discomfort into something more akin to pleasure.

Without anything resembling an intent to stop, the Minotaur pulled back ever so slightly, before immediately shoving himself back into Adrasteia, this time all the way in. Now filled to the brink, she found herself unable to breathe. Images, sounds, and sensations all merged into one, nullifying her rational side with something new, something she had never felt before. And she liked it.

Now certain that the way inside was clear, the beast grabbed the woman by the things, catching a deep, wheezing breath, a split second before completely losing itself in a blur of passion. Screaming and roaring all the while, the Minotaur hammered his way into Adrasteia’s insides, holding her in place so she could not move an inch. Not that she wanted to; any semblance of pain she might have initially experienced had by this point been burnt away by the flames of passion, leaving behind only pure, refined bliss.

Then, the bliss ignited, and everything faded to white. The surroundings, her bestial lover, even her own body, it all disappeared into nothingness, driven away by the explosive arrival of the most intense climax Adrasteia had ever experienced. She had no idea for how long it lasted, but every moment in that state felt like an eternity, floating as she was in waters of perpetual, etheric pleasure.

Eons later, or so it felt, a strong arm dragged Adrasteia out of that sea by the waist, raising her physical body up into the air. A horrible feeling of gut-wrenching emptiness followed immediately, as if something vital for her very survival was missing. Lowering her head, the woman realized exactly what was wrong: by lifting her body up in the air, the Minotaur had to dislodge his pulsating manhood out of her. Wanting more, Adrasteia attempted to make a sound, but all that came out was a series of indecipherable moans.

Her inhuman lover, however, seemed to understand her completely, for by the time the woman finished her second attempt at a coherent word, the Minotaur had already rammed her on top of his still erect penis. Feeling the flames of desire as they spread throughout her body again, Adrasteia clamped the creature’s waist with her legs, screaming in pleasure as she did so.

Not slowing down at all, the Minotaur now grabbed her by the backside, driving his enormous fingers into that pliable pair of cushions. Squeezing as hard as he could without causing her any damage, he proceeded to ravage the woman’s insides without a shred of mercy or restraint, accelerating more and more with every passing second.

“More! Give me more!” Adrasteia screamed, savoring the pleasure of every thrust as if it were her last. Deeper, stronger, and faster ones followed, spreading the fire that burned in her belly over, and across the limits of her body. For a whole minute, she felt as if her essence was greater than that indestructible mountain that stood before them.

Or perhaps it was behind them now? She didn’t know anymore, nor did she care. The world was spinning around this new center of the universe they were creating, accelerating more and more, until finally, everything merged together, producing what was inevitable: Another world-destroying orgasm.

Nothing existed anymore, obliterated by the big bang that originated from her insides. There was no feeling other than bliss, everything else drowned in a deep and profound state of serenity. All that remained was completely and utterly perfect.

Breaking through and into that perfection, as suddenly as he brought her there, was the Minotaur. Having shaken his woman to force her back into reality, the beast made it abundantly clear that it was his turn to feel explode.

Enclosing the entirety of Adrasteia’s body with his muscle-bound arms, the monster first made sure that she was completely immobilized again. Then, as if he had lost what little control he had over that animalistic body, the Minotaur proceeded to shake and vibrate as if he was feeling far less than well, roaring at the moon all the while.

Squeezed from all sides with an ever increasing force, and stuck in an uncomfortable position, the woman’s own enjoyment began to dwindle. Within an instant, the clarity of her mind returned to Adrasteia, and with came the emotion of fear.

Gods… Oh, gods, what have I done?
She wondered frantically, fearing that the creature, caught the way it was in the throes of passion, might fail to save her frail body from its inhuman strength. For a couple of seconds she lingered like that, held, immobilized, and completely helpless.

Then, without warning, the beast’s deep bellowing turned into a high screaming. Shrieking toward the sky, the creature stopped shaking, its rock-hard manhood growing even firmer and larger within Adrasteia’s exhausted body. Within less than a second, the creature released itself completely within the woman’s insides, filling them with a veritable river of warm goo.