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Monster March: Claudio the Minotaur
🕑 Added 2023-03-16 18:00:03 +0000 UTCFemale Reader x Male Monster
The village you’ve grown up in is ‘protected’ by a tribe of minotaurs. They offer the kind of protection that is based on fear and submission. They’ve ruled over your village for years, using their tactics to get the things they want. This includes food, money, and when they call for it, women.
The minotaur use the women to breed, and when they’re done with them and get the sons they want the women, and often baby girls, are sent back to the village. Some of the women speak very highly of how the minotaur treated them. Others come back very changed by the experience.
A good friend of yours recently came back, having given birth to a girl, she and the little one returned to the village. For a long time, she was quiet, not speaking about the minotaurs at all. Finally, one evening while the little girl slept, she turned to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.
“He was good to me if you were concerned,” she says.
“What?” You whisper.
“Her father, Henrie,” she says and looks to the crib. “He didn’t want us to go, he wanted us to stay.” Tears are in her eyes. “He said he would come for us.”
I look at her and then the baby who is rosy pink with white patches all over her body. “Did you love him?”
“I do,” she says. “But…they aren’t allowed to keep their women. Only while they’re pregnant-” she whimpers and hangs her head. “I didn’t want to say anything, I was afraid I would be looked down upon. But I love him so much.”
“Hush now,” you whisper and stroke her hand. “It’ll be ok.”
She wipes her eyes and looks at you. “You’re going soon, right?”
You slowly sit back down, squeezing her hand tight. “I was called on a few days ago. I’ll be sent for soon.”
“Not all of them are bad,” your friend warns you. “Some of them are very good people. The older ones-” she hesitates. “It’s the older ones who you need to worry about.”
You frown a bit and nod. “I’ll be ok,” you whisper.
When your day comes, a carriage arrives for you. Inside, the carriage is extremely dark. It has no windows and feels very much like a coffin. As you step inside and sit down, the door closes, sealing you away from the outside world.
You take a deep breath, holding back your urge to cry. You won’t let the minotaur who has sent for you see you with bloodshot eyes.
As the carriage moves, you feel a strange sensation. You feel a prickling at the back of your neck as your hair stands on end. It feels like you’re being watched. You look up, trying to see through the darkness.
You hear breathing, and you know you’re not alone in this carriage.
“Don’t be afraid,” the deep voice murmurs.
You gasp and grip your fists to the seat.
“This is tradition, after all, a way for us to meet without pretense,” he says. “I’m Claudio,” he replies. “No need to introduce yourself, I know who you are.”
You swallow down the painful lump in your throat.
Claudio takes in a deep breath and exhales with a sigh. “You smell divine.”
You keep your mouth pressed into a tight line, and your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Claudio asks. “I have yet to hear your lovely voice.”
“It isn’t lovely,” you croak.
Claudio chuckles. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me,” he says. “We’re going to get very close very soon.”
“If I let you,” you growl at him.
Claudio chuckles. “I was warned about you. The scouts told me you were a very difficult woman. You fight. You claw. You’re not afraid of anything.”
“I’m afraid of a lot of things,” you correct.
“You don’t have to be afraid with me,” Claudio whispers. “But I enjoy a challenge. I enjoy…difficult things. I like to work for the good in my life.”
You scoff and turn your head away, peering at the glimmer of light coming through the crack of the door. You gasp when you feel a hand on your knee. It’s massive and heavy and very warm.
“Get your hand off me,” you snarl.
Claudio chuckles. “You will be begging for my touch soon,” he says as he removes his hand from your thigh. “I am aching for yours.”
“You can ache by yourself,” you hiss at him. “And ache away from me, I don’t want to see that bullshit.”
Claudio laughs. “You’re going to be fun. Like a feral kitten.”
“Call me a kitten again, and I’ll bite your ear off your head.” You glare through the shadows, wanting to make out anything about Claudio.
Claudio moans, and it isn’t the disgusting sound you would have thought it was. In fact, the moan sounds…pleasing.
“I like to get bitten,” his voice is dark and dusky. “I like a rough touch.”
You swallow and try to get your head straight. Just because his voice was sexy didn’t mean you could go and get soft now. “You’re taking the fun out of this.”
“Forgive me. It should be fun first a foremost,” Claudio replies. “Light wine and candles. My hands are going up your skirt. I want you to be wet when I find you,” he snarls. “I want my words to have a power over you. So when I do start to touch, you’re aching and dripping, just waiting for me. I’ll taste my fingers and know exactly what you want.”
You glare and suck in a breath. “Stop,” you whisper warningly.
Claudio chuckles. “Fine. I should save my best for when you’re ready for me.”
The carriage stops and the door opens. You step out and turn, looking up at the great, massive bull that follows behind you. He’s chocolate brown with shaggy fur. His horns are black and tipped in gold, and he has to turn his head sideways to exit the carriage.
You take a step back, wondering if you can run, but you see guards posted. It would be impossible to escape, and you’ve heard stories about what happens to the girls who try.
Claudio stands tall above you, broad, hairy, and thick. He bows to you. “My pleasure to finally see you.”
You scowl at him. “I wish I could say the same.”
Claudio laughs as he rises. “Soon, you’ll be begging for me.”
You roll your eyes. “I will do no such thing with you involved,” you grumble as he leads you into his home.
His home is large, but only so that it can accommodate him. His furniture is twice the size of what you’re used to. Even in the room, you’re given, the furniture is large. The bed is like an island and is probably the only thing you enjoy about this experience.
For the first few days, you don’t allow Claudio into your room. He knocks and asks for permission, but you tell him to go away. He obeys, but soon, you can tell he’s getting frustrated.
“I have the key,” he says. “I can come in any time I want.”
“Then do it,” you scoff. “Why do my feelings matter at all? Just come in and lay your seed in me! Who cares?”
“I do,” Claudio growls. “It matters to me. Your feelings matter.”
You stare at the door. “What?”
“I don’t want to take,” Claudio snarls. “It is barbaric. I don’t want to hurt you, that gives me no pleasure. I want you to feel as good as I do. We both have to consent.”
You’re a bit shocked.
“Can I come in?”
You open and close your mouth a few times then frown. “Yes,” you grumble.
The door opens, and Claudio steps in. He sits down beside you on the bed, his hands placed in his lap.
“I didn’t just choose you to fuck and breed,” he growls. “I chose you because you sounded like a strong partner. I want a strong child,” he says.
You frown down at your hands. “I’ll give birth and be shipped out,” you reply. “How is that a partner?”
“We’ll be forever connected,” Claudio whispers. “That’s what a child it.” He brushes his fingers along your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear. “The ways are changing, the elders are dying. We don’t just want to fuck and breed like animals.”
You glance at Claudio from the corner of your eye. “My friend thinks the father of his child will come for her,” you say. “Will, that happen?”
“Maybe,” Claudio gives you a gentle smile. “But I will promise you that whatever happens between us, you will always be connected to me. I will make sure you are never wanting, even if we have to be apart.”
You slap his hand away and stand up, walking across the room.
“I chose you for a reason,” Claudio whispers.
You sigh and turn to look at him, meeting his dark eyes. “Maybe you chose wrong.”
Claudio grins, “I know I didn’t,” he whispers. He then stands up. “Are you hungry?” He asks. “I would like to not eat alone.”
You huff and shrug. “Yeah, whatever.”
Claudio chuckles and flourishes his arm out as you walk past him. The table is set and filled with food. Claudio helps you into your chair and then serves you a goblet of wine.
“We could have been doing this all along,” Claudio says.
You have to take the goblet into both hands as you drink. “I feel like a toy doll sitting at this table,” you grunt.
Claudio chuckles. “Forgive me for being such a big boy,” he bites his lip.
You cut a dirty look at him. “That sounds dirty.”
“It can be,” Claudio chuckles. “That’s all up to you.”
You take another long drink from the goblet and set it aside. Your plate is piled with food. Fried mushrooms dipped in fluffy batter, broccoli, a pile of potatoes, and much more. It was more food than you could ever eat.
“No meat?” You ask as you start to dig in.
“We don’t eat meat here,” Claudio explains. “It isn’t good for us. Is that a problem?” He tilts his head.
You shrug. “No. Just not used to it.”
Claudio sips from his goblet, his eyes watching you between bites. He smiles, and you hate how attractive he looks when he does. All you want to do is eat and go to bed, you don’t want to have to worry about Claudio anymore.
You drink just enough wine to feel warm and forgiving. Your lips come loose, and you start to answer Claudio’s questions freely.
“Will I be your first?” Claudio asks.
“If I let you,” you scoff. “But no,” you grumble. “I’ve had sex with others before.”
Claudio inches in. “Tell me about them.”
You smirk and take another sip of wine. “I bet you’d like to know all about it,” you chuckle. “All the dirty little details.” You then scowl. “Well, there are none. Most of my experiences are boring in retrospect.”
Claudio tilts his head. “Boring?” He then laughs. “Oh, oh no. Are you telling me that you’ve never-”
“Not never,” you spit. “Just not with a guy.”
Claudio puts his hand on your back, his strong fingers kneading where it feels best. You gasp softly and lean into his touch.
“Such a shame,” he growls. “Having a woman cum for you is a badge of pride.”
“Should be,” you grunt as his fingers dig into your lower back.
Claudio leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. “If you ever allow me the honor, I will make sure you cum as much as you want before I even get my fill.”
You gently push him back. “You think you’re slick,” you burp. “Just because you got some wine in me doesn’t mean I’ll melt to your massage and sweet words. Promising an orgasm means nothing to me.”
Claudio smirks. “I wouldn’t dare do anything now. The wine would make you sloppy.” he pushes your goblet away even as you protest. “May I confess my fantasy?”
You burp again. “I don’t care.”
He chuckles, his fingers still kneading and turning your spine to pudding. “It’s the morning,” he whispers. “The light is gray, and the air is crisp and cold. Your body is warm,” he moans into your ear. “Your mouth is hot. You can’t wait for me to wake up, so you take matters into your own hands. But I’m awake, I’m wide awake. It’s painful,” he moans. “I’ve been waiting on you for so long. You find my cock fat and hard against my stomach. Then there’s your hot mouth and oh-” he groans.
You suck in a sharp breath.
“As I lift the covers to watch you, you complain about the cold. I grab you, pulling you to my chest. I promise I’ll keep you warm.” His fingers brush against your cheek. “Oh no, are my fingers cold?” He breathes. “Let me warm them up. Let me touch you. Let me taste you.”
You quickly push him away again and stand up from the table. You wobble and grab onto his arm for balance. “I need to go to bed.”
Claudio chuckles, helping you get to your room. He takes off your clothes and tucks you into bed. “I have a feeling this will be the last night you sleep alone.”
“Go jerk off and leave me alone,” you grumble as you pull the covers up over your head.
“As you wish,” Claudio laughs. You hear him walk away and close the door.
You stay under the blankets, tucking your hand between your thighs. You’re sopping wet and aching. You touch yourself, slicking your fingers into your folds. You rub your clit, hoping to find some relief. You pant and moan, dipping your fingers deep inside.
Damn Claudio and his voice. Damn his perfect words!
You find a small bit of relief, not enough to quench the deep need now burning inside you. You fall asleep, agitated and a little tipsy. When you wake in the morning, you have a headache, and your thighs are sticky.
You get up and go to find water. You step out of your room and go into the kitchen. You stand on a bucket to get your water and guzzle it down greedily.
“Good morning,” Claudio yawns.
You turn, seeing Claudio is half naked behind you. He has on pants, but that does nothing to hide the morning wood he has. You turn back around from shock.
“You weren’t trying to surprise, were you?” Claudio laughs.
“No,” you grunt. You glance at him as he stands beside you, fetching his own cup of water. You look down and bite your lip. The tent tugs at the waist of his pants and you can peer down inside. You quickly look away.
“That’s obscene,” you grunt under your breath.
Claudio puts his hand at the small of your back, his fingers kneading there. “Did you sleep well?” He asks, avoiding your words.
“No,” you answer truthfully.
Claudio’s fingers feel so good. “Do you want to lay back down then?”
You glance up at him. “Stop that,” you mumbled.
“Why?” Claudio breathes.
You close your eyes and grunt. “It feels too good.”
Claudio’s palm pets up your back. “Why didn’t you sleep well?” He asks.
You huff, not wanting to tell him that part. “Too much wine,” you reply, stepping down off the bucket.
“Don’t lie,” Claudio whispers. “Not now. Not when I could smell you all night.”
Your cheeks v\burn and your heart starts to thrash wildly in your chest. “Oh no,” you gasp, and you pinch your thighs together.
“This obscenity,” he touches the tip of the tent, “no matter how much I struggled with it last night, it stayed like this. Your bawdy scent plagued me.”
“It’s your own damn fault,” you scoff. “Open a window or something. You shouldn’t have talked to me the way you did last night.”
Claudio kisses the top of your head. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. You must have been so uncomfortable,” he whispers.
You press your lips into a tight line and remain silent.
“Did you try to cum?” He moans. “Did you try to listen to your body?”
“Claudio,” you gulp as you try to catch your breath.
Claudio puts his hand around your waist. “We’re both in pain.”
You step away from him. “I have a headache,” you grumble quietly. “That’s all I have that hurts.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he whispers.
You look down at the ground. “Claudio, please,” you moan.
“Let me help you,” he says. “Please. That’s all I want.”
You look up at him, seeing the warm, dark look of his eyes. You take in a breath, and he kisses you. His lips are soft and warm, and his strong hands circle around your body. You moan for him, tasting his tongue. You pull back, pressing your palms against his soft belly.
“Should I stop?” Claudio asks.
You swallow and take a deep breath. You look down and see the tip of Claudio’s cock is slipping from the waistband. You bite your lip and close your eyes.
“Speak to me,” Claudio whispers.
You take a couple of steps back from him. “It’s too big.”
Claudio’s eyes widen, and his ears twitch.
You point at his cock. “That thing,” you start with a raspy breath. “It’s so big!” You gasp. “It’s so thick and big I can’t-” you bite your lip, watching as Claudio strips away his pants, letting you look at him naked and bare.
“Obscene,” you breathe, feeling your breath is so hot it should steam.
Claudio strokes himself while your eyes are locked on him. He’s a soft pink, long, and with a flat head. The slit at the tip is already oozing and dripping his precum onto the floor. Your knees feel weak, and your own wetness is starting to drip down your leg.
“Speak to me,” Claudio moans.
Your lashes flutter, and you take another few steps back. “What should I say?”
Claudio takes a deep breath and lets out a low moan. “Tell me what you want, right now, in this moment.”
“You,” the word slips out without any thought.
Claudio’s dark growl fills your senses. He grabs you, picking you up and carrying your back to your bed. You stripped naked, and his hungry kisses push you into the softness of the bed. You grab hold of his strong arms and pull him close. His body rubs against yours, and you can feel his cock on your belly.
You bite his neck, and the loud cry that leaves Claudio’s mouth snaps you to your senses for a moment. You bite him again, and his cock shudders on your belly.
“Stop, please,” Claudio whines.
You reach down, stroking him in your fist. Claudio’s cries are pathetic and hot at the same time. You bite him again, dragging your teeth down to his shoulder.
Claudio bucks and thrashes. His cum shoots out, gushing all over your stomach and chest. You pants and snarls, sounding almost angry. You giggle, feeling quite powerful at that moment.
“Where’s your badge of honor?” You sneer at him.
Claudio kisses you, and his hand pushes between your thighs, cupping your mound. “You’re going to pay for that,” he growls in your ear.
“How?” You pant. You whimper as his fingers move. His thumb swirls around your clit while his thick fingers slip inside you.
“I recover quickly,” he snarls. Claudio then groans. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
You whimper and grip around his wrist. The ache you couldn’t make go away was starting to fade with his touch. It felt so good, just like when he massages your back.
“Do you like it?” Claudio growls. “Do you like having me inside you?” He kisses you, hard and rough. You moan for him, squeezing tight around his fingers as they move inside you.
“Once I’m hard again,” he snarls into your ear, “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fill you so full.”
You cry out, feeling the first surge pulse through you.
“I’m going to bury my cock inside you and make you mine,” he moans. “Oh fuck,” he moans. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
You wrap your arms around him, clawing your fingers down his broad back. “I’m cumming!” You mewl for him.
“You fucking better,” Claudio growls as his fingers stroke the sweet spot inside you. “Cum for me. Cum right now. Do it,” he moans.
You stretch and arch your back. Your voice chokes off, and you press close to Claudio. You shiver and twitch as your toes and legs go numb.
“Yes,” he pants. “Good girl. My girl.” He kisses you as you melt into the bed. You watch as he takes his fingers and licks them clean, tasting you and savoring it. He then smirks at you and mops you up with your nightgown.
“How was it?” He purrs.
You swallow and try to catch your breath.
“Just wait until I can really fuck you,” he kisses down your chest, suckling your breast hungrily. “I can use my cock just as good as my hands.”
“Mm,” you moan. “Claudio.”
He rises up over you, looking into your face. “I love it when you say my name,” he smirks. He strokes his hands down your center. “Did you like forcing me to cum like that?”
You bite your lip as you look up at him. “I did,” you grin. “I knew you didn’t want to.”
Claudio chuckles and lays down beside you, cuddling to your back. “You’ll regret wasting my seed,” he moans into your ear.
You rub your ass to his lap, feeling him starting to get hard again. “I just wanted you to know who is boss here.”
“You are, for certain,” he nuzzles to your neck.
You moan softly, feeling his cock rub to your folds. “Hurry up,” you grouse. “I thought you recovered fast.”
Claudio laughs. “Impatient are we?”
“You promised me,” you reach between your legs and pull his cock in between your thighs. You grind against him, squishing him with your thighs. Claudio moans and grabs your hips. He starts to move.
“Greedy,” he snarls.
“Claudio,” you mewl.
“I’m trying,” he moans into your ear. “God knows I want to.”
You feel him throbbing against you, he pushes up, slipping his tip inside you. You mewl and gasp, already being stretched. He pushes in deeper, and you open your thighs more. You place one leg over his hip, watching as he slips inside you. You gasp, eyes wide, as his thick cock fits snuggly inside. Biting your lip, you squeeze around him, and he groans loudly.
“For the love of god,” he growls, “don’t do that. You’re tight enough.”
“You feel so good though,” you mewl.
Claudio grunts and snarls, pushing inside you then pulling out. He moves slowly, and you’re grateful for that, it allows you to feel everything. You gasp and sigh, turning your head back to meet his kiss.
He pushes you down into the bed, so you’re laying on your stomach. He grabs your hips, arching them as he starts to move faster. Your eyes roll back, and you’re grunting as you breathe. He snarls and grunts, bucking as he drives into you. You hear the slapping of his thighs against your ass, the squish of your wet cunt as he slams into you.
Soon, you’ve come undone again, this time but the searing hot release of his cum inside you. You cry out, nearly ripping the sheets with your fingers. Claudio snarls and groans, sounding angry again.
You lay together, breathing hard and gazing up at the ceiling. You feel weightless and numb all over, but you know you’ll be sore for the rest of the day.
“New fantasy,” Claudio pants.
“Hmm?” You groan.
Claudio kisses your cheek. “It’s cold and raining,” he whispers. “Thunder crashes, and we hear the baby cry.”
You push against him. “Don’t say it.”
“I get up and bring them to bed. They nurse on your breast while you sit in my lap. It falls asleep never hear the storm again.” He kisses you and stares into your eyes. “We’re happy and exhausted, but we’re in love.”
You kiss him softly. “Don’t be an idiot.”
He chuckles. “You’re mine, and I am yours,” he whispers to you. “My darling, please say it’s true.”
You smile at Claudio and rub your fingers across his cheek. “You belong to me,” you whisper. “You must do what I say,” you kiss him. “You have no choice.”
“Good,” he growls with a smirk. “What is your command?”
“Love me,” you whisper.
“Done.”
Comments
Amy Mused
She really made him work for it. ;)
