Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

38. Mara

38

MARA

I lay on my side on the soft, moss-covered earth. Garron faces me, his massive form radiating the heat of his desire. His hand gently traces the swell of my breast, his touch reverent. I gasp as his caress grows bolder, his fingers teasing my nipple into a tight bud. With a low growl of approval, he dips his head, capturing it between his lips, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I can't help but moan.

My legs twitch as Lazir's fingers dance up my calves, his touch surprisingly tender. He catches my toe in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. The subtle suction sends sparks of desire shooting through my veins.

Calo presses against my back, his hand slipping around my hip to explore the slick heat between my thighs. His fingers part my folds, teasing my entrance before plunging inside with a rhythm that leaves me breathless. I buck against his hand, desperate for more, and he obliges, his fingers curling to stroke that secret spot within me that makes my vision blur.

"You're so wet for us, Mara," Calo whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "So ready."

I can only whimper in response, lost in the maelstrom of sensation they're creating.

Lazir withdraws from my toes, and I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he rises to his knees, positioning himself in front of my face. His cock juts out, thick and hard. He takes himself in hand, stroking slowly as he guides the velvet tip to my lips.

"Open for me, Mara," he commands, his voice husky with need.

I part my lips obediently, and he slides inside, the salty tang of him flooding my senses. He sets a pace that matches Calo's fingers, fucking my mouth in long, languid strokes.

Garron's mouth leaves my breast with a wet pop, and he watches me with dark, heated eyes as I service his large cock with my hand. "That's it, Mara," he praises, his voice a low thrum. "Stroke it."

I'm a symphony of moans and gasps, each thrust of Lazir's hips, pump of Calo's fingers, and moan of Garron’s, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," I beg, the word muffled by the thick shaft invading my mouth. "I need—I need to come."

Garron's hand finds my neglected breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers as Calo's fingers continue their relentless assault. Lazir's cock pulses against my tongue, and I can tell he's close, his movements growing erratic.

"Come for us, Mara," Garron orders.

His words are my undoing. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cry out around Lazir's cock. He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as he thrusts deep, spilling himself down my throat in hot, throbbing spurts. Calo's fingers slow, drawing out my pleasure until I'm a boneless, quivering mess, utterly spent and completely satisfied.

As Lazir pulls away, I collapse back onto the moss, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. Calo withdraws his hand, pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder.

Calo's voice rumbles in my ear, "Get on your hands and knees, Mara." His command sends a thrill through me, and I comply. I feel the heat of his body behind me, and then he's there, his cock nudging at my entrance.

With one powerful thrust, he's inside me, filling me completely. I gasp, my fingers clutching at the moss beneath me as he sets a brutal pace. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto him with each forceful drive of his hips. The slap of our bodies meeting echoes through the quiet night, a testament to our passion.

"You feel so good, Mara," Calo groans.

"I want to feel you come inside me." I pant, pushing back against him.

He growls in response, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds into me with wild abandon. The pleasure builds inside me, a fire that threatens to consume me whole. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his seed. The sensation of his release triggers my own, and I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me.

As Calo pulls out of me, I'm only given a moment to catch my breath before Lazir's voice reaches my ears. "It's my turn." There's a possessive edge to his tone that sends a shiver down my spine.

He enters me from behind, his cock larger than Calo's, stretching me in the most delicious way. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling my head back as he establishes a dominating rhythm. Each thrust is a clear statement of ownership, a claiming that I welcome with every fiber of my being.

And then, Calo is there beneath me, his tongue finding my clit as Lazir continues to thrust into me from behind. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear, each lick and stroke sending me higher and higher.

Lazir's grip on my hair tightens, and he growls out his pleasure as he too finds his release. His cock jerks inside me, and I can feel the hot rush of his seed mingling with Calo's. The thought of them both inside me pushes me over the edge, and I come again, my body shaking with the intensity of it.

As Lazir withdraws from me, I collapse onto Calo, my body sated. And then Garron's voice, deep and commanding, cuts through the haze of my pleasure. "It's my turn, Mara."

As the tremors of my latest orgasm subside, I'm gently lifted and rolled onto my back. Garron's eyes are fixed on mine with an intensity that takes my breath away.

"Mara," he murmurs. "I want to see your face when you come again."

His words send a thrill of anticipation coursing through me, and I nod.

With a tenderness that belies his massive size, he positions himself between my thighs. The thick head of his cock nudges at my entrance, hot and heavy, and I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him. He enters me slowly, each inch of him filling me completely, the sensation bordering on overwhelming.

As he begins to move within me, it's as though we're two halves of a whole, each stroke bringing us closer together, both physically and emotionally. His pace is slow and deliberate, each thrust designed to stoke the fire burning between us.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, wanting—needing—to feel all of him.

"You're perfect," Garron rasps, his voice thick with desire.

His words wash over me, and I can feel another orgasm building, stronger and more intense than any that have come before. It's as though every touch, every kiss, every thrust has been leading to this moment, this perfect, exquisite culmination of our journey together.

I cry out as the pleasure crests, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.

He captures my mouth, swallowing my moans as he too finds his release. His cock pulses within me, each spurt of his hot seed sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body.

We lay there, entwined and gasping for breath, our hearts beating in sync as we come down from the heights of our passion.

The three minotaurs gather around me, their bodies glistening with sweat in the firelight. I look up at them, my heart swelling with love and gratitude for these incredible beings.