Earth's Requiem(107)

“Yes, it was me.”

She met wide-set bovine eyes. It bared squared off teeth and snarled.

“I should kill you.” It snaked out a shockingly fast hand and closed it around her upper arm.

Aislinn pulled fire. Her skin heated, but it didn’t make any difference. The Minotaur held fast. He didn’t even seem to notice the smoke rising from his hand or the smell of burnt flesh.

“Young,” he hissed wetly and licked his thick lips with a white-flecked tongue. Twin fires danced in the backs of his eyes. “Young like the ones they sent me in Knossos.”

“Oh no, I’m not,” she countered still trying to pull away from him. It felt like she was chained to a mountainside. “They were children. I’m not.”

He trailed his other hand down her body and backed her against a wall. His enormous cock pressed into her breasts. A trail of saliva hung from his lips, glittering in her mage light. “No matter. You’ll do.” He jammed a hand between her legs. She writhed, trying to get away.

Aislinn reached for magic to fight him, but ran up against a barrier. Damn! It has to be the Minotaur—or the dragon. She tried to sever her connection with Dewi to see if the dragon had turned on her for some unknown reason, but it was too late. Aislinn felt her body stretching, changing. Her neck grew, wings sprouted. She looked out through whirling eyes, hot with lust. Dewi had taken her over, using their link as a conduit to inveigle herself into the tunnel. Goddammit! She wants to fuck the Minotaur. Horrified and violated on one side, Aislinn was also swept away by passion so deep and primal that it obliterated everything else in the world.





“Why couldn’t you do this when Slototh nearly killed me?” she demanded, clinging to a thread of sanity in a river of sexual sensation.



“I tried.” Dewi sounded defensive. “He blocked me.”



Desperate to escape the dragon’s body, Aislinn took a different tack. “Let me go. Distant cousins, my ass. You and the Minotaur know one other.”

“You might say that. Hush. I am done talking—until after.”



Helpless, trapped inside Dewi, wave after wave of erotic fascination rolled through Aislinn as the dragon positioned herself for that immense cock. Aislinn wanted to run, but couldn’t figure out how to separate herself from the dragon. She wanted to stay and have the Minotaur fuck them forever.

Dewi wriggled back against the Minotaur and twisted her tail aside, seating him inside her. Fire belched from her mouth, and she roared her delight. The Minotaur settled his hands on Dewi’s haunches. He lifted them as he slammed himself home over and over again. Just when Aislinn thought she couldn’t stand another second of sharing her body with the dragon, Dewi’s body spasmed, giving Aislinn the most intense orgasm she’d ever had in her life. It shattered her, felt incredible—and wrong. As wrong as sex with one of the dark gods would have been, no matter how her body reacted.



I’ve got to get out of this. “Dewi! Let me go right now. Damn you. If you ever want me to do anything with you ever again, release me from your body.”

“But you enjoyed him as much as I did,” Dewi panted deep in her mind. “I did it for us. We can share your Celt the same way.”

“Not a fucking chance. And I say bullshit. You did it for you. I don’t care how many hundreds of years it’s been since you got laid. I want out of your body. Now.”



Aislinn felt herself shrinking. Arms took form, then legs. Shakily, she stepped away from the dragon and her consort, noticing they were still coupled. From the looks of things, they’d be going at it for hours. The Minotaur’s breath caught as he jammed himself into Dewi. Gripping her scaled sides, he threw back his head, laughed, and told her he’d forgotten what a little vixen she was.



Little vixen? Not exactly her view of Dewi. If she hadn’t been so intent on escape, Aislinn would have laughed till her sides hurt.

She slipped deeper into the tunnel. She had to find Fionn. What she didn’t understand was why she hadn’t found him yet. She’d been following the Seeker magic. She clapped a hand to her head. Perhaps some of what Slototh had said was true. He’d told her the labyrinth perverted magic, made it bounce back in unusual ways.



“Maybe I marched right by them and didn’t take the right side tunnel,” she mumbled.



“Where are you going?” Dewi demanded.



“To find Fionn and the others.”

“I could help—once I’m done here.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Aislinn snorted. Right. It will be a cold day in hell before I ever trust her again. Or let her into my head for anything.