The Princess and the Minotaur:
“Who are you?” she whispered, still frightened. She could hear his breathing. It was enormous and echoed around in his chest before entering the world to mix and mingle with Ariden’s exhalations. He didn’t answer, only breathed. Now she could feel his air on the back of her neck. It was warm and moist, and she wished for a moment, despite her fear, that he would breathe on her breasts to warm them as well.
“I wish to see you,” she said, but she waited for an answer rather than just turn. She had a feeling he would be gone again before she could catch a glimpse, and she very much wanted to catch another glimpse of him. The tugging feeling in her stomach pulled lower, and she shifted her arms so the dress would pull against her sensitive nipples. Warmth began to build between her legs. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears she wasn’t sure she would hear him if he did speak. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he whispered, and now she felt something warm and solid move against her back.
“I wish to see you,” she said, but she waited for an answer rather than just turn. She had a feeling he would be gone again before she could catch a glimpse, and she very much wanted to catch another glimpse of him. The tugging feeling in her stomach pulled lower, and she shifted her arms so the dress would pull against her sensitive nipples. Warmth began to build between her legs. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears she wasn’t sure she would hear him if he did speak. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he whispered, and now she felt something warm and solid move against her back.
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