Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (highly recommended books .txt) 📕

“I have no idea where he is.” Beth gestured around her. “The Labyrinth has him.”

“Hmm.” The Minotaur appeared to be lost in thought for several seconds. “You are not afraid of me.”

“I am, a little,” Beth admitted. “I’ve never met a Minotaur before, and you are quite…large.”

“I like how you talk to me.” The Minotaur approached the pile of rubble. He grabbed one of the stones and dragged it away a few feet before easily flipping it over. He sat on it, his loincloth shifting. Beth’s eyes widened at the sheer size of his penis, which then vanished back beneath the cloth. “She does not speak as kindly to me as you do,” he said.

“She who?” Beth asked.

The Minotaur regarded her for several seconds, apparently contemplating his answer. “The lady of the Labyrinth.” The Minotaur set down his ax. “She commands, so I must obey.”

From where she stood, Beth could see the Minotaur’s eyes briefly glaze over. The way he had said those words led her to believe that something more was going on. “Do you have a name?”

“My name?” He pondered for a second. “It has been so long since I have spoken my name. My name is Asterion.”

“Well, Asterion, I sure could use your help.”

Asterion shook his head. “Not without the lady’s permission.”

“What does she want you to do?”

“Hmm.” Asterion’s furry brow wrinkled. “She has given me many jobs lately. Keep out intruders. Bring her the goggles. Bring her the goblin. Bring her the Caretaker.”

“It sounds like she is keeping you busy.” Beth drew nearer. “I’m curious, Asterion. What are you supposed to do if an intruder gets in?”

“Hmm.” His forehead wrinkled again. “I’m supposed to kill them.”

“But you haven’t killed me.”

“No.” Asterion put his chin in his hand, becoming a perfect replica of The Thinker. His biceps bulged, making his arms look twice their usual size. “Because you are not an intruder.”

“I’m not?”

“The lady tells me that intruders are mean and will run or hide or fight. You stayed to talk to me, and you are nice. Therefore, you aren’t an intruder, so I’m not supposed to kill you.”

“I see.” Beth saw the opportunity and took it. Asterion’s gifts were clearly limited to his physique. “So if I’m not an intruder, I must be something else. You said that I’m nice. Do you know what a nice person is called?”

“The lady tells me that she is nice to me and I should do what she says. But you are not the lady, so I shouldn’t do what you say.”

“So I must be something that isn’t an intruder or a lady.” Beth was sitting next to Asterion now. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, and I’m not an intruder. I’m nice, and I like talking to you. So that would make me a…” Beth waited, expecting Asterion to finish the sentence.

After several seconds, the Minotaur turned to look at her, his eyes expectant.

“…a friend,” Beth finished.

“Hmm.” Asterion’s lips twisted to the side, his face scrunched in concentration. “A friend. I don’t think I’ve had a friend before.”

“No? That’s too bad, Asterion, because you seem very nice. I think lots of people would like to be friends with you.”

Asterion grunted. “I don’t know what a friend is supposed to do.”

“Well, friends are, um…” It was Beth’s turn to think. “You see, friends are nice to each other because they like each other. Have you ever liked someone before?”

“I like the lady.” Asterion nodded, pleased that he had an answer.

“And does the lady like you?”

“Hmm.” Asterion’s brow furrowed again, and Beth did her best not to sigh. She sat patiently next to him while he pondered the question.

“Maybe.” Asterion frowned. “The lady isn’t mean to me. And she talks to me sometimes but only to tell me what to do. So I don’t know if she likes me.”

“Well, I like you.” Beth patted him reassuringly on his massive thigh. The muscles were rock-hard, and Asterion looked at where she had placed her hand, a strange expression crossing his face. “And if you like me too, then we can be friends.”

“I see.” Asterion contemplated Beth’s hand for several seconds. “So friends like each other.”

“That’s one thing that friends do.” She gave his thigh a friendly squeeze. “Some other things that they do is keep each other company and help each other when they need it.”

“Friends help each other.” Asterion mulled this over.

Beth let him, knowing that her attempts at diplomacy hinged on being patient. The Minotaur really didn’t seem like a bad person to her, but she could see his ax from here and had no desire to find out firsthand just how sharp it was. She hadn’t outsmarted a demon earlier just to get killed by a Minotaur now.

“So,” he said, “if we are friends, we would help each other?”

“Only if we want to. For example, I wouldn’t tell you to help me find my way out of the Labyrinth. I would tell you that I wanted help, and it would be your choice.” She stroked his leg. The different muscles felt like braided steel beneath his skin. She felt a twinge in her own thighs and did her best to maintain eye contact with him. “And if you asked me for help, I would decide if it was something I could help you with.”

“Hmm.” Asterion vanished into his thoughts.

Beth kept rubbing his leg, sliding her fingertips toward his inner thigh. With each stroke, she explored just a little farther, unable to help herself. The skin of his body was the same brown color as his head. He was covered in very fine, short hair, and it made her think of that old Dracula movie and the fur-covered beast fucking that girl in the gardens that were just like a maze…

Beth grinned, trying to ignore the tightening sensation that started in her pelvis, generating a rush of heat that radiated out through her legs. Her clothes were still slightly damp, but the temperature