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It was the week of their anniversary and Rey hummed as she closed the book on the little green leaf that had somehow given her a new life.
“It might rain today,” her husband said sleepily, his arm flopping over her lap. She had, apparently, worn him out the night before, so they took the morning to rest, taking their breakfast in bed.
“Don’t tell me that unless it's an invitation,” she warned.
He smiled against the pillow, his hair in his face, his hand squeezing her hip. He really was at his most handsome like this, not that she didn’t mind him all buttoned up.
“It’s warm enough, I won’t be afraid of you catching pneumonia,” he replied, propping himself up on his elbow and kissing her arm.
She bit her lip. “But will you be playful or serious?”
He sucked in a breath, his gaze turning heated. “I’ll only play if you’re well prepared before we even go out there.”
She grinned, heat twisting in her core. “Well, if it helps, I have no other plans for the morning.”
He smirked, nipping at her hip with a growl before pulling her under him.
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Rey went out after the rain started, throwing on her cloak and slipping out of a rarely used door, practically scurrying to the labyrinth to meet her husband. Thunder rumbled overhead, excitement bubbling within. Arousal lay heavy in her center, Ben having teased and licked and sucked until she was begging, but refusing to let her find her release.
She’d had half a mind to finish the job herself, after he’d disappeared out of doors. However, she liked the desperation caused by the pulsing desire deep in her core. She’d squirmed to keep the ache ever present as she went out into the rain, it wasn’t as cold as it had been earlier in the spring, she even found it refreshing after the wave of heat they'd had..
She practically ran through the labyrinth, her skirts becoming heavy with the moisture as big fat drops fell from the sky. She knew her hair would look a mess, but she didn’t care, knew he wouldn’t either as she rushed through the maze, taking the shortest way to the center where her husband was waiting.
She turned the corner and entered the heart of their little home, to find Ben waiting. He stood in his beastly form, chest heaving and nostrils flaring as if he could scent her in the air. He stepped towards her, massive hands reaching, body looming. Her husband cut an imposing figure in his usual form, tall and broad, almost bull-like. But as a minotaur he was catastrophically large, his muscles wrapped like thick cords around his frame, taller than he was normally, with thick horns that curved out and up from his skull. She found she liked those quite well. He stalked towards her, her heart racing, feeling like a rabbit about to give flight. She wasn’t afraid of Ben, even like this he was frustratingly gentle.
She bit her lip, feeling mischievous, she wanted to prolong their fun, even as the rain soaked through her layers of clothes and cooled her skin. She turned to flee, her husband rumbling behind her, catching her in a handful of strides to wrap his arm around her waist. He pulled her back against him, her back slamming into his chest.
“Sorry,” he rumbled, velveteen lips soft against her ear, lifting her off her feet. She kicked experimentally, her hand reaching back to wrap around the back of his neck as he carried over to the bench he had commissioned for their anniversary. It was ornately carved wood, big enough for the both of them to enjoy regardless of the weather and a hinged lid to keep dry clothes.
He set her on her feet, turning her around to face him, his snout nuzzling her neck as his massive hands dragged down her silhouette. He got down on his knees, only lowering himself enough to nip at the fabric of her bodice as he untied the flimsysash that kept her clothing together. She gasped as his tongue rasped over a sensitive nipple, the tip teasing around her areola as she clasped her hands around his head. She loved everything he did to her, even as his teeth grazed urgently over delicate skin.
She tilted her head back, enjoying the feeling of her arousal swelling, of rain falling gently against her face, properly soaked now as she was. Her husband sank lower, falling back onto his haunches as he parted the fabric of her gown even further to lap at the crux of thighs. She was still so sensitive, dripping with arousal, as his tongue rasped over sensitive flesh and his lips pursed over the top of her slit. His tongue parted her folds and she fell back to sit on the bench, legs spread, Ben surging forward to take her offering. She laid back, hands wrapping around his horns as she rolled her hips and gasped in the heady delight that he gave her.
She felt wanton, knew that if they were ever found out there’d be no saving their reputations or their lives, but she did not care. Not as she ground against his tongue, urging him deeper as his calloused hands palmed at her backside. He thrust his tongue deep, stroking against the place that made her see stars, her legs thrown over his shoulders.
She was getting close again, canting her hips as he snorted against her mound, soft lips pressed against that frazzled bundle of nerves. She hit the wall of her crisis with a shout, legs squeezing around his head, her body shaking violently with her release.
She relaxed with a shudder, licking her rain kissed lips as she caught her breath. Ben huffed, getting up from between her legs, licking a stripe up her torso, sending a tremble through her overwrought nerves.
He rolled her over, draping the drenched fabric over her side and spread her legs. She turned to look at him as he eyed her hungrily. His cock hung thick and heavy between his thighs. That too was different, pink and glistening where it emerged from its sheath of black fur. It was bigger, just like the rest of him, with a blunt tip that he insisted she be well prepared to take.
She gripped the sides of the bench, blinking away the rain that clung to her lashes. Ben fell to his knees behind her, heat radiating off his body as he notched the tip of his cock against her opening. Her breath hitched as he pressed inside, stretching her despite all of his preparations. It ached, pinching slightly, though not to the point of pain, still it clearly let her know his presence as he rolled his hips to venture deeper.
She sputtered and groaned as he filled her thrust by gradual thrust until the fur of his belly was pressed against her backside. He curled his body of her, a temporary reprieve from the rain as he nuzzled against her neck, hands placed over hers as he rolled his hips. His breath ghosted over her skin, hot and heavy, sending goosebumps down her back.
He thrust his hips, her body jerking forward, the wood of the bench digging into her thighs. She was on the edge of pleasure, each thrust and every twitch of his cock sent ripples of exhilaration and ecstasy through her. She groaned as his hand lifted from hers, moving between her legs to roll over her clit, each swipe striking like flint against stone until she was coming around his generous length.
It was a sharp contrast to how they started, practice really had made perfect as he continued to move inside of her, hitting as deep as she could take him with each stroke until she was falling apart for a third time, dragging him over the edge of the precipice with her. His cock swelled, taking up even more room as he filled her with his spend, hot and dripping onto the gravel beneath them.
He brushed her hair away from her face, bumping her cheek with his muzzle. Rey raised her hand to brush her fingers over the soft fur of his cheek. In moments the rain stopped, Ben rearranging her so he could cradle her in his lap.
“We should get you back to the house,” he rumbled against her scalp.
“Just a little bit longer,” she sighed, enjoying the feel of his strong body.
“It’s stopped raining, can’t guarantee our privacy.”
She groaned, sitting up so he could more comfortably shift back to his human form. He helped her to put on a dry robe, cinching it closed before gathering his own clothes and pulling them on, damp as they were. A cool breeze came from the north, making her wrap her arms around herself.
Ben cast her a knowing look, standing up from the bench now that he was dressed. He wrapped his arm around her and together they walked to the house. He had a bath prepared for them once they were inside, feeding a generous amount of wood into the fire.
“Sometimes I think you wish your wife wasn’t half so adventurous,” she teased, as she untied her belt.
He looked at her over his shoulder with a serious expression.
“I think with any other wife I wouldn’t be half so pleased as I am with you.” He stood, crossing the room in long strides to place his arms on her shoulders and kiss her forehead.
For a marriage of convenience, they couldn’t have been better matched.