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Professor Catherine Marry Preston was one of the world's best archaeologists, with many degrees in anthropology and linguistics for several ancient cultures. She spoke Ancient Greek as fluently as she could English, and her investigative skills could deduce entire cultures through a few tiny clues. At the time, the young professor had a fascination with Ancient Greece and was writing a long-winded academic book on a bunch of things that would sound like gibberish to someone without at least a master's in an appropriate field. Specifically, she was investigating the ancient legend of Daedalus's labyrinth and whether at least part of the myth was genuine; she had this theory that Daedalus had really built the great maze under Crete, which she'd found support for in multiple ancient texts. The whole bit about the half man, half bull minotaur was probably hooey, but the rest of the legend might have some merit.

The petite archeologist pushed her rounded glasses back up her freckled nose as she continued into a dark cave carved into a seaside cliff, squinting to try and see past the feeble glow of her flashlight. Lack of light never bothered her much, though, since she'd been in enough ancient sepulchers to know that gloom typically hid wonders instead of monsters. “Honey, could you check and see if we have any more flashlight batteries?" she called out, “These are dying, and I've barely got enough light to see my own feet."

“Yeah, uh… here you go, Kate." Her husband, Mr. Jonathan Preston, was following close behind, and as he offered the batteries, the professor took them without looking back. Jon wasn't half the scholar his wife was, having narrowly escaped from college with a bachelor's in electrical engineering; at first glance, you wouldn't think he'd be her husband, what with his athletic build, cropped black hair, and affinity for running shoes, but he loved his wife to death. He liked to accompany her whenever he could, mostly to spend time with her and watch her be fascinated. Jon had no clue what she found so interesting about old stuff and dead people, and half the vocabulary she used seemed like random strings of syllables, but when her face lit up with amazement, there wasn't a more beautiful thing in the world.

After Kate got the batteries swapped for a fresh set, she and her husband resumed their trek into the cave. The walls seemed to get a bit drier the further in they went, looking less like salt-soaked caverns and more like a mined tunnel. Jon shined his flashlight up at the ceiling, offhandedly inspecting the spikes sticking out of it. “Pretty interesting rock formations here," he joked, “Those are some fine looking stalagmites, am I right?"

Kate looked back at her husband scoldingly, putting on a mock frown. “Babe, do I look like a speleologist to you?" She then turned forward, marching onward into the encroaching shadows. “Besides, those would be stalactites, not stalagmites."

Jon's brow furrowed. “What's the difference between the two? They're both just rocks, right?" He knew what was coming right as Kate let out a deep sigh, but he didn't do a thing to stop it; her little ranty explanations of things he didn't understand were always so damned cute, especially when she started spouting more unpronounceable science stuff.

“The difference, my dear Watson, is how they're created. Stalactites form when water containing dissolved calcium bicarbonate from the limestone rock drips from the ceiling of a cave; the calcium bicarbonate builds up over tens of thousands of years, forming the large spikes you see today. Stalagmites, on the other hand, form when that water hits… the ground…" Kate suddenly looked up at the stalactites hanging above them, and for a moment Jon was worried they were about to get impaled. He was all ready to heroically tackle his wife aside when she dropped into a crouch, making it obvious there was something else that had caught her attention. Her face was inches from the floor like some ginger-haired bloodhound, carefully inspecting what Jon started to realize was a short, stubby stalagmite. “Jon, you're a genius!" she exclaimed.

“Yay! What'd I discover?" Jon crouched down beside his wife, trying to appear as intently focused as her but failing miserably.

“The stalagmites! Don't you see?" Kate quickly recognized Jon's “what the hell is going on" face, and tried to slow down the torrent of thoughts running through her head. “Stalagmites form directly above stalactites at exactly the same rates, and yet the ones here are significantly shorter than the ones above us." She pointed upward to the pointy ceiling, then gestured to the cavern's floor. “What's more, there aren't any all along the cave that match their respective stalactites."

Jon was still thoroughly perplexed. “So…"

“So someone must have cleared them all out! Look here; this is where one of them used to be. There are telltale signs of stone-cutting all around this thing, and this wasn't done with modern tools, this was bronze-age technology. Here, look!" She grabbed Jon by the scruff of the neck and bent him down, trying to get him to see all the miniscule details she saw. “You can even see little flecks of metal where metal from the tools got scraped off!" The petite woman stood up, pointing back toward the cave's mouth. “There are about 47 centimeters of calcium buildup on this one, so it was cleared about forty-seven hundred years ago, which puts whoever removed it… right during the reign of King Minos!"

“So if it happened then… the labyrinth myth could be true?"

“Yes! Precisely! This could be the very tunnel Icarus and Daedalus used to escape!" Kate pulled her husband into a frenzied bear hug, looking up at him with unbridled enthusiasm. “Aren't you excited!?"

“Yeah, sure!" As his wife pulled away and started hustling further into the cave, Jon quietly shook his head. He loved to see her this happy about something, but sometimes she could be a bit… manic. “Hey, wait up!" he called after her, “It could be dangerous!"

The freckled professor stopped and turned around, giving Jon a scolding glare. “Oh please, what's going to happen, am I gonna get eaten by a minotaur? Come on; we could be nearing the greatest archeological discovery of the century, this isn't the time to lollygag!" She broke into a jog, the light of her flashlight quickly fading into the gloom. Jon had just begun to match pace with her when he heard a loud shriek, followed by Kate crying “Oh my gosh! It's real! It's all real!"

It took him a few seconds to catch up to her, and when he did, he found her inspecting what looked less like a cave and more like a human-made tunnel. It was almost perfectly square, with rough-hewn walls that seemed to be carved by picks and shovels. The passage continued for about thirty feet before ending in a T-intersection, and Kate looked about ready to sprint off in search of artifacts when Jon clapped one hand over her shoulder. “Wait, I don't like the look of this. Why don't you stay behind me for now, just in case we run into something."

Kate looked back at her loving husband incredulously. “Oh, really? So what are you going to do if we do run into something? You're unarmed, unarmored, and incapable of sensing or avoiding cave-ins and toxic gases, how are you going to defend me when you can't even defend yourself?"

“Well, ah…" Her words got to him in a way she didn't intend, and it clearly showed on his face. “Honey, could you just do it for my peace of mind? Please?"

His wife turned around and kissed him on the lips, putting her hands on his shoulders as she looked into his brown eyes. “Sure, sweetie. Sorry for implying impotence on your part."

Jon broke into a caring grin. “Apology accepted. Now if you don't mind, I'd love to pretend I'm Indiana Jones for a while." He began walking down the passageway, then stopped once he reached the intersection. “What do you say, honey? Right or left?"

“Right. If we follow the right-hand rule, we may be able to make it back to wherever the original entrance is, and if we can't, then right is as good a direction as any, right?" Her voice seemed unusually far away, and when Jon looked back, he saw her doing something with her back turned to him. She began backing up toward him, and as she got closer, he realized that she was laying out red yarn as she moved.

After a few moments, she turned around and began walking forward once again, still laying out a path of red yarn. “Uh, honey," asked Jon, “What's with the string?"

“It's so we can find our way back," she replied, “Just like the legend of Theseus. Once we find something of note, we can trace the yarn back to the entrance without any hassle." She finally reached her husband and motioned for him to lead the way. “I brought over 2,000 yards of yarn just in case my theories were true, so we shouldn't need to worry about running out. I've also got four other colors back at the hotel for if we want to document multiple trips."

“Huh, so that's what you were buying at that art store…"

The two of then continued into the labyrinth for about thirty minutes, following the twisting tunnels and stopping every once in a while so Kate could investigate some clue. She always found the weirdest things for clues, Jon thought; most of the time it was something barely noticeable, like some faint scratches on one of the walls or a single tiny bone. Jon spent most of the time wondering how much of what his wife deduced was just her imagination, up until she found something even he couldn't dismiss as pointless.

Kate practically ran over the second she spotted it, and after a moment Jon saw it too: a slight metallic gleam in the beam of his flashlight, something that looked like… gold. “Jon, come, c'mere, look at this!" She held up what looked like a big bracelet, and at first glance, it appeared to almost look like a snake. “It's almost perfectly preserved, just look at it, no corrosion or anything!"

She handed it to Jon, who by now was reasonably well-versed in the art of not breaking important stuff. It looked pretty roughly made, which kind of made sense if it was ancient, and as he slipped it over his hand, he realized it was far too big for a normal human. “So, if it's gold, does that mean it's really valuable?" He then tried sliding it upward, thinking of it as an armlet, but it reached all the way up to his shoulder. Maybe it was a headband?

“Yes, and not just because it's gold." She deftly pulled the artifact off of his arm and held it up to the flashlight's beam. “There's a good chance this thing was made even before Minoan civilization given the crude shaping at work, so it could tell us an awful lot about Greek civilization back before 2700 BCE. Moreover, if my hunch isn't baloney, there could be more artifacts like this elsewhere in the labyrinth!" She turned the giant bracelet so that the inside band was visible, exposing a rough inscription in what she instantly recognized as Ancient Greek. “Kleio, huh? Well, let's see if we can't find any more of your things, Kleio." She stuffed it in her backpack, then froze like a deer in headlights as her ears detected a noise.

Jon moved to continue down the pathway, but all of a sudden he felt Kate grab him by the wrist. “Shhh!" she hissed, putting one finger up to her lips but otherwise remaining motionless. Her voice dropped to a low whisper, barely reaching her husband's ears. “Did you hear that? That sound?"

“What sound? I didn't hear-"

“SHHHH!" With all noises silenced, Jon thought he could almost hear the beating of his heart. A few seconds passed without so much as a whisper, and he was about to give up and ask Kate what had set her off when his ears finally heard it.

“O Theoí, gamó to… éla…" The strange syllables sounded muffled, almost as if they came from the other side of a few walls. He had no idea what the words meant, but he thought whoever or whatever had said them sounded almost out of breath.

Kate, on the other hand, immediately recognized the language as Greek, specifically the dialect used in the Minoan era. She understood most of it to be “oh gods, come on," but she didn't know what “gamó to" meant… maybe slang or an expletive? She always wondered what dirty talk or other kinds of informal language sounded like in Ancient Greece, mostly because they never taught her to say things like “fuck me" in her linguistics class.

The professor quickly got to work scanning the wall with her flashlight, looking for any seams or other signs of some hidden door; they weren't that hard to find if you knew what you were looking for, and with all the Egyptian temples she'd been in, she knew precisely what to do. With her trained eyes, it took her a matter of seconds to find a tiny crack that upon closer inspection seemed to be part of a seven-foot-tall door. She swiftly dropped her red yarn to the ground and snatched the small pickaxe off the side of her backpack, then moved to stick the pick's tip in the crack before her husband stopped her. “What are you doing?" he hissed, “There could be someone inside there!"

“Exactly!" She pulled herself out of his grasp and swiftly wedged the pickaxe into the door. Before she could try and lever it open, however, Jon snatched the tool out of her grip and took a few steps back, deftly dodging her attempts to get it back.

“For all we know, it could be a bunch of mobsters or something," he explained, “This place is the perfect spot for people up to no good."

Kate refused to budge, crossing her arms as she glared at her husband. “Whoever is in there, and I know there's only one person in there, speaks Ancient Greek better than I do. Now, I'm no expert on the operations of modern organized crime in Greece, but I'm pretty sure they don't use a dialect that's been dead for over two thousand years!"

She made another grab for the pickaxe, but Jon pulled it out of her reach. “Alright, I get your point," he whispered, “But we should still wait for whoever it is to leave; I don't think it's the best idea to go barging into someone's secret sanctum while they're still inside." He finally relinquished the pickaxe, which Kate thankfully kept at her side. The two of them waited for a moment and didn't hear anything, but she delayed for about five minutes more on Jon's urging.

Once he felt that the secret room's denizen was gone, he nodded once, and Kate began feverishly working on the door. After a moment, she felt like she'd gotten a good angle on it, but she just needed a bit more leverage than her tiny frame could put out. “Hey, sweetie," she said through clenched teeth, “Could you come help me for a second?"

“Yeah, sure." She stepped back to let him use the pickaxe, then watched with disgruntlement as he easily pried the door open. The big stone slab turned on ancient hidden hinges, gradually opening about 45 degrees before stopping. Orange light came flowing out, along with the slight sound of crackling torches.

Kate slipped past her husband, darting through the door before he could object. He heard her softly murmur something along the lines of “oh my gosh," and quickly ducked inside to find something he expected to see in a fantasy movie, not real life.

The hidden door led directly into a sort of treasure room, with a large pile of gold and silver coins piled in one corner. There were several ornate swords and spears on various racks, a few painted vases depicting scenes out of myth, and several tapestries attached to the walls. The warm glow of several torches in iron sconces lighted the whole room, the shadows flickering ever so slightly as the flames danced. Jon immediately gravitated toward the coins, while Kate quickly inspected the tapestries and urns. “Honey, I think we're going to be rich," Jon murmured as he picked up one of the coins. Looking it over, he found a marking of a lion on one side and a square stamp on the other. “Look at that… it's gold…"

Kate walked over and examined the coin for a moment, then quickly tucked it into her pocket. “It's electrum, but it's still valuable." She then took a few steps back, slowly turning as she took in everything in the room. “This whole place is a treasure trove… just think of all we could learn from this stuff…"

Suddenly, the professor fixed her gaze on the far wall, specifically on a blank patch about the same size as the first secret door. She hurried over and tried fitting in her pickaxe, but as she did so, she noticed the door give way a little in the opposite direction. After looking over it again, she slammed her shoulder into the door, pushing it open to her husband's surprise. They both quickly realized that the next chamber was a living room of some kind, with a straw-stuffed primitive couch, a heavy-set wooden chair decorated with some gold paint, a strange table with colored fluids in primitive glass bottles, and a rack which looked to contain papyrus scrolls. Kate zipped over to the documents, gently taking out one of them from the bottom and hesitantly rolling it open. As her eyes scanned the page, she realized that it was in an extraordinarily good condition; it looked like someone had written it a mere thirty years ago, and the black ink discussing taxes and dues in ancient Greek hardly looked faded at all! She turned her attention to the rest of the rack, and after a cursory inspection, it appeared that all of them had been similarly preserved. Either these scrolls were preserved with some near-supernatural method that the world had never seen, or some weirdo with a fantastic grasp on Ancient Greek linguistics had decided to write a bunch of scrolls with historically accurate information. Both were quite intriguing, and Kate began feverishly inspecting what could be the greatest discovery of her life.

Meanwhile, Jon had decided to investigate a doorway on the left side of the room which had a large chunk carved out of the top. He quickly realized it led to the bedroom of this little hideout: in the center of the room, there was a giant hammock suspended a few feet off the ground, with one end tied to an iron hook in the wall and the other attached to a thick pole. Opposite the bed was a cabinet, topped with a collection of cups that ranged from silver chalices to wooden bowls. There was a small t-shaped stand in the far corner, and on that stand was a bronze chest plate with a sturdy leather skirt, as well as two matching bronze greaves. The armor looked like it would fit someone seven feet tall, and with the two large bulges on the chest, it's maker had probably designed it for a woman. Beside the armor was a similarly scaled bronze battleaxe with a great many nicks in the blade. Jon was about to pick up the weapon and give it a few test swings when he noticed a nightstand beside the bed, which had a rather strange object lying atop it. The thing was about seven inches in length and was ever so slightly curved, with a flared disc on one end and a rounded tip on the other. Whatever it was, it appeared to be made of marble, but it almost seemed like there was a sheen to it, like it'd been dipped in something. Was it a club of some kind? Maybe the stuff on it was poison… but how would you get poison into somebody with a club? He puzzled over what it was, trying to deduce what possible use it could have, but nothing seemed to make sense… nothing except… “Honey? I think I found a dildo…"

Kate was jolted from her work by the strange remark. “What? Bring it in here so I can see."

Her husband moved to pick up the primitive sex toy but immediately dropped it a few seconds after touching it; the thing was still wet, which, to his horror, meant someone had used it recently. “I, ah, can't," he called back, “It's… well, it's wet, and I don't want to touch it."

Wet? Kate knew plenty of ancient cultures used whatever they could find as sex toys, but she'd never seen one wet. The preposterous theory that some schizophrenic was living here and mimicking greek culture seemed more plausible by the minute; who in their right mind would go to all this trouble? “Hang on, I'll be there in just a second."

Suddenly, the sound of grinding stone filled the air, and Kate looked to see the wall beside the scroll case open inward. She heard loud, clopping steps, and she managed to stand up and move a few feet toward the treasure room door before the intruder stepped out into view.

It looked like a giant, humanoid bull, with short, forward-pointing horns extending from either side of its head. It stood a few inches under seven feet tall, with powerful muscles that rippled under its shaggy brown fur and long, muscular legs that terminated in hooves. This thing, whatever it was, looked like a minotaur, and that's the name Kate quickly assigned to it in her mind. She quickly realized that the minotaur was probably a she from the pair of large breasts on her chest, as well as her wide hips and overall feminine physique. A simple white bra and skirt maintained a bit of decency by covering her chest and groin, but other than those two garments she was completely naked. Her dull yellow eyes locked with Kate's, and at that moment they both realized how surprised the other party was. “Oh my gosh," whispered Kate, and she thought she could make out the minotaur saying, “By the gods," in Greek.

“Kate, run!" Both she and the minotaur were surprised as Jon jumped on the monster's back, wrapping his arms around her neck and ineffectually trying to choke her out. However, he wasn't strong enough to have much of an impact on her sinewy neck, and she only seemed to get pissed of by his assault. “Go, I'll hold it off," Jon growled, “I can take it!"

Kate was too surprised to do anything, and she only watched as the minotaur grabbed her husband by the arm and judo-slammed him into the floor just hard enough to knock the wind out of him. As he gasped for air, the furry monster picked him up and put him in a sleeper hold, her muscular arms quickly cutting off his air supply. Jon struggled against her, but it was no use, the thing was far stronger than him and wouldn't move an inch. Kate's mind raced as she tried to think of a way to save her husband, and she swiftly decided on trying to reason with his attacker. “Please don't hurt him," she said in Greek, “We don't mean any harm, he was just trying to protect me."

The minotaur looked up at her, suspicion evident in the furrowing of her brow. “Who are you?" she replied, “And what are you doing in my home?"

“We are terribly sorry, we did not realize someone still lived here. I am Catherine; I am a scholar of elder civilizations; I merely sought to satisfy curiosity, that is all."

Jon was still struggling against the minotaur's grip, but she no longer seemed intent on strangling him. “And who is this?" the towering creature asked, “An assistant of yours?"

Kate clasped her hands together in front of her pleadingly. “He is my husband, ma'am, his name is Jon. Please release him, I promise he only acts to defend me."

After a quick glance down at him, the minotaur released Jon from her hold, and he immediately scrambled in front of Kate with his fists raised. “Stay back," he told her, “That thing's dangerous!"

The professor at first thought the minotaur would take it as a sign of aggression, but she just crossed her arms over her chest while looking Jon over; Kate guessed she was unaccustomed to modern clothing and assumed that was why the monster seemed interested. She put one steady hand on Jon's shoulder, trying to calm him out of his flight or fight response. “It's okay," she said cooly, “She's not going to hurt us."

“Not going to hurt us?" Jon replied, “It just tried to strangle me!"

Kate let out a short sigh, not wanting to deal with her husband's protective urges. “She let you go, didn't she? Look, just let me handle this." She then stepped around her husband, trying to seem a tad more confident than she felt. “May we know your name?" she asked, slipping back into Ancient Greek.

“It's Kleio," the minotaur replied, “Daughter of Asterion." Kleio seemed distracted in her answer, and Kate saw that her gaze was still locked on Jon. There was a certain gleam in her eyes, a little something that almost looked like hunger; Kate found herself hoping that the myths about minotaurs were false, since the idea of winding up as lunch wasn't overly appealing. However, bovines were herbivores, so in all likelihood, Kleio didn't eat meat at all. What did she eat, though?

“So what does it want?" Kate was snapped out of her thoughts by Jon, who had backed up a bit so that he was behind and to the left of her. “You can talk to it, right? What's it want from us?"

She turned to look at her husband, letting out a curt sigh. “I would assume Kleio wants us to leave, seeing as how we've just blundered into her home. Other than that, I can't think of any reason why… the scrolls!"

Jon's brow furrowed. “Scrolls, what scrolls, what does that have to do with-"

“We can bargain for them!" Kate's face lit up with excitement, and while Jon normally found that look to be endearing, in the current situation, it rather worried him. “They obviously belong to her, so if we make a deal, we can have access to some of the most well-preserved Ancient Greek documents in history! Modern technology would probably work, she's probably never seen an electric heater or nylon pants before. Heck, she might even be willing to trade for food!" Kate turned back to the minotaur with a smile on her face, trying to not seem too ecstatic at the prospect of getting her hands on genuine artifacts. “Kleio, daughter of Asterion, I would humbly propose a trade for the scrolls in your possession. What would you have me give as payment? We have a great many wonders to offer, and-"

“I'm not interested in magic or parlor tricks," Kleio replied, stroking her chin in thought. “I think I want something a bit more… concrete, something I know I will enjoy." She then crossed her arms once more, spreading her stance a bit and making herself look like some kind of ancient guardian as she stared Kate down. “If you wish to share my knowledge, you must first share something of your own… I want your husband as payment, and no offer of gold, gems, or miracles will take his place."

“My husband? Do you mean to keep him as a servant?" She didn't want to sell her husband into slavery for a bunch of scrolls… well, a bunch of scrolls that'd make her career… plus, if it was only temporary, and if Kleio wouldn't make him do anything too awful, it might not be that bad of a deal…

A slight smirk spread across Kleio's muzzle. “In a sense. Ever since king Pandion sealed all the above-ground entrances to my labyrinth, I've had minimal contact with humans. I haven't received a single coin in tribute ever since then, and, more importantly, I haven't felt the touch of a man for over two thousand years."

Kate's eyes widened as she realized what the minotaur was getting at. “You want to… have sex? With my husband? That's… that's…"

“That's the only offer you're going to get."

What a dilemma, offer up her husband to be screwed or lose countless years of records. She bowed her head in thought, trying to deduce the right choice: on the one hand, he was her husband, and the two of them had made a sacred vow to each other always to be loyal. Plus, she wasn't too sure that Kleio's idea of a naughty romp didn't involve bloodshed and dismemberment. On the other hand, if she could have just five minutes with those scrolls and a camera… “Kleio, if I did accept and you… did things with Jon, what kind of guarantee would I have that he'd remain unscathed?"

The minotaur let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a snort, apparently finding the question ridiculous. “Why in Hades would I hurt him? It'd ruin the experience for one, and if I did, he definitely wouldn't come back for seconds." She waited for a reaction from Kate, but when the archaeologist's face remained stony, she let out a short sight. The minotaur put one hand to her chest and the other in the air before saying, “I swear upon Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, and all the other gods that no harm will come to your husband. He might be pretty exhausted when I'm done with him, but he won't get hurt."

Kate took a deep breath, trying to convince herself that what she was doing was right. Every ounce of her conscience told her this was wrong, that not only using her husband as a bartering chip but volunteering him to have sex with a traditionally evil mythical creature was utterly despicable… however, she couldn't let this opportunity pass her by. They'd both made sacrifices to make this marriage work, and now… well, now Jon was merely adding another martyrdom to the pile. “How many scrolls will I get if you have your way with him?" she asked, wondering how easy it would be to get Jon to go along with it.

“Oh, I'm not going to let you just take any of my scrolls," Kleio replied with a sadistic grin, “But you can browse them for as long as I'm with your husband."

That wasn't nearly as good a deal as she'd thought she'd get… eh, screw it. She guessed John could hold out for about five minutes, and that's all she needed to take pictures of at least two of the scrolls. “Alright, you have a deal," she muttered, extending one drooping hand. Kleio took it by the forearm and shook it with glee, licking her lips in anticipation.

Jon, of course, had no clue what sort of deal his wife had worked out with the beast and wrung his hands together nervously as they shook on their contract. The creature turned to leave, but before she did, Kate said something else. She then proceeded to reach into her backpack, pulling out the golden armlet they'd found and offering it to the hulking minotaur. The furry thing then took the snake-shaped armlet and slid it up to her burly bicep where it fit snugly. As Kleio turned and walked off toward her bedroom, Kate looked back at Jon with a forced smile on her face. “Well…" she said through gritted teeth, “We made a deal."

Jon smiled, utterly oblivious to what had been going on. “Alright, so what's the deal? The gold armlet thingy for the scrolls?"

“Ah… not exactly…"

Jon noticed the minotaur exiting her bedroom carrying several sheets, but didn't pay it too much mind. “So what did she ask for? Are we gonna trade modern stuff like you'd mentioned before?"

“Uh, no…"

“So what did you offer? She looked pretty pleased about something." Jon heard the distinct sound of the door they'd first come through grinding shut, which drew his attention right to where Kleio re-entered the living room. He watched her pace over to the door she'd first came through, then slightly marveled as she easily swung it back into place. “What on earth is she doing?" he murmured, right before the minotaur turned to him with lusty excitement in her eyes. “What's she looking at me like that for?" He turned to Kate, but his wife was already shying away toward the scroll case with nervously twiddling fingers.

Kleio looked over Jon's athletic physique and handsome face once again, relishing in his confusion. She always loved the thrill of the hunt back in her adventurer chasing days, and right now Jon was looking like quite the attractive prey. “He doesn't speak Greek, does he?" she asked Kate, wondering what language he did speak. Latin, maybe?

“Erm, no," she replied, turning back toward the minotaur, “I should probably tell him what we've agreed on, just so that he doesn't freak out."

Kleio's grin only grew wider. “You don't have to, you know; I always like to do a little play fighting before things get frisky."

The way the minotaur seemed to regard Jon as her prey made Kate a little nervous, and she swiftly turned to her husband and tried to explain things. “Jon, in the deal… I offered, well, you."

Jon's eyes went wide with panic, flicking feverishly between his wife and the ravenous monster. “What!? What do you mean offered me, like sacrifice offered? Are you just going to let her eat me?"

“No, no, she's not going to hurt you, she simply wants to… get intimate with you. Apparently, she hasn't been with someone in a while, and she's a bit… pent up."

“WHAT!?" Jon was debating making a break for it when he realized all the exits were conveniently sealed off. “You want me to have sex with that thing? Are you serious?"

Kate tried to muster up a bit of courage, and in so doing wound up trying to put Jon as the one at fault. “Hey, you're the one who always talked about 'trying out new things' and 'getting freaky in the sheets,' aren't you the least bit interested in trying something this exotic?"

“Of course not, she has fur for fuck's sake!" And big tits, and a hell of a lot more libido than Kate… no, no no no, he was not having sex with any mythological creatures, no matter what he'd fantasized about in his senior year in high school. “When I said new things, I meant, like, light bondage, or maybe some roleplay, not interspecies adultery with something that might kill me!"

She was just about to retort when the minotaur grabbed her husband's attention. She had subtly reached behind her torso and undid some small knot, allowing the white strip of cloth covering her chest to fall to the ground. Jon was left speechless as he gawked at her big, furry tits, each topped with dark brown nipples that he could easily picture himself sucking on. The part of his brain devoted to sex lit up like a supernova, which in combination with the stress of the situation rendered him momentarily stunned. He became acutely aware of a tightening in his pants, and the feeling only got worse as the minotaur slipped off her skirt. One large hand moved between her slowly spreading legs, sensually massaging what he could only assume was her clit before pressing inward. When she brought her finger up to her mouth, Jon swiftly realized it was slick with something, and as she licked her own fluids off, he found most of his concerns had been ushered into the background.

He turned to his wife with a face blushing red with embarrassment, quietly murmuring, “Are… are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, there's, ah… there's a lot to consider-"

“Yes sweetie, I am." Kate felt a bit better about the situation now that her husband seemed less apprehensive, and she quickly kissed him on the cheek. “Try and have fun, okay? I promise I won't get all that jealous."

Jon turned back to see the minotaur walking into the treasure room, beckoning him with the same finger she'd licked. He let out a short breath to psyche himself up, looked to his wife, looked back to the doorway, then began walking forward with forced confidence. This was for love, he thought, and if his wife agreed, well… well, he was doing her and him both a service. The background of his mind spun with erotic fantasies, and he couldn't tell if he was more nervous or excited as he stepped over the threshold.

As he walked into the room, the first thing he noticed was that Kleio had laid the blankets down on the pile of coins and scooped a butt-sized indent into it, making a sort of makeshift chair. The second thing he noticed was that she closed the door behind him as soon as he stepped inside. It was probably for the best, he thought, since Kate most definitely wouldn't be able to concentrate if she could hear her husband getting fucked next door. He turned fully to face his soon-to-be lover and found her right up next to him, looking down and meeting his eyes with her own. At six foot one, Jon was hardly used to looking up at women, and since this woman was muscle-bound, covered in fur, and in possession of two sharp horns, the feeling of awkwardness was multiplied a thousandfold. It was hardly mutual, however, and Kleio's hands smoothly slid up and under his shirt before pulling it mostly over his head. His skin crawled wherever her fur brushed against his bare skin, but it couldn't say it felt bad. He lifted his arms, expecting her to take it all the way off, but instead, she pulled it up to his elbows before kissing him on the lips.

Jon let out a tiny yelp of surprise as the minotaur began schmoozing over him, hugging him tight to her furry body as she showered him with kisses. He managed to get his shirt all the way off, and the second he did, Kleio grabbed his right hand and guided it down to her rump. He was hesitant at first, only lightly touching her ass out of prudence, but as the big furry beast continued to make out with him, he got bold enough to give her a good squeeze. That only got her more enthusiastic, and soon enough the two of them were grabbing each other all over the place; Jon had his fingers gleefully running through her thick brown fur, and she had one hand clutching his groin from behind. He shifted to the side a bit and reached down between her legs, all set to see what minotaur pussy felt like until she suddenly bent down and grabbed him around the waist. After overcoming the initial shock, he realized she'd picked him up off the ground and was moving him to a different spot. “Whoa, girl," he muttered under his breath, “Where you taking me?"

He got his answer when Kleio deposited him on the makeshift coin chair, promptly following and leaning over him. Her big tits hung over his chest, and he was all set to go back to feeling her up when she suddenly got on her knees and dropped down to crotch level. Her yellow eyes shined with lust as her fingers investigated Jon's zipper, trying to deduce how the contraption of interlocking teeth worked, but her work was cut short when he undid the zipper himself and kicked off his jeans. She got his underwear off without issue, and suddenly Jon found himself completely naked in front of a creature he'd thought was dangerous ten minutes ago. “Mmmm, polý próthymoi," she purred, “Tha éprepe na antameípso mia tétoia písti." Jon didn't know what the hell she was saying, but he got the gist of it as her grinning muzzle drew closer to his stiff cock.

The first lick of her comforting tongue sent shivers of pleasure running through his body, and the second was even better. She gave him a few more licks before leaning down and popping the tip of his member into her mouth, gently suckling on it with soft lips as her padded hands began stroking the shaft. Jon let out a small groan of satisfaction as he lay back, wondering if she'd just suck him off to completion. The wet suction on his tip felt absolutely divine, and combined with her stroking hand it managed to get a bit of salty precum out of him in only a minute. “Oh, god," he moaned, “Please don't stop…"

The minotaur shifted her tactics in reply, slowly dropping lower and lower until her lips brushed against his crotch. He squirmed as intimate heat engulfed his penis, followed by the writhing of her tongue against his shaft; Kleio had him right where she wanted him, trapped in a haze of ecstasy while she bobbed up and down. It always fascinated her how quickly you could render a man helpless, since just getting naked was enough to change this one's mind. His happy moaning was music to her ears, and she gladly continued sucking and rubbing, doing her best to bring him to the brink of orgasm.

Jon wasn't sure how much more he could take. After about a minute of intense sucking and stroking, he was getting pretty close to orgasm, and he felt like the minotaur's talented mouth could send him over the edge at any moment. “Urgh… Kleio, I think I'm gonna- ooh… gonna cum soon…" He knew she didn't speak English, but when he looked into her eyes, he knew she'd understood what was about to happen. She made no attempts to slow down her bobbing mouth, continuing to delightfully suck his whole length as her hands fondled his balls. As he let out one last moan, he crossed into what he thought was the point of no return, and was just about to cum when her warm, wet mouth pulled off his shaft.

He opened his eyes just in time to see her hand grab his shaft, constricting it in a vice of fur and sinew. The minotaur looked down at him with a smirk on her face, pleased with her little bit of deception. “Den ftánete méchri to télos," she purred malevolently, “Aplós thélo na gemízeis gia to kýrio gegonós." The language was foreign, but the message was clear: “You don't get to cum until I let you."

The slight sense of dread he felt lasted right up until she took her hand off him and lifted her tits. He was still rock hard, and as she brought those puppies down on his cock, his worry turned into feverish excitement. Kate had never tried giving him a boob job before, and even if she had, her A cups wouldn't be the same as Kleio's giant melons. He shivered with delight as his cock pressed between her mammaries, her fur rubbing delightfully along either side of his cock. Unfortunately, his cock wasn't long enough for her to also suck him off, but the friction of her soft breasts pressed together on his member was still fantastic. Jon let out a pleased sigh as she started moving her big, squishy tits up and down, massaging his cock in a way he never knew he wanted.

After her previous bit of teasing, it didn't take him long to near a climax, and he was about to relax when he realized that the minotaur might just stop right before he came. She had that same amorous glint in her eye, somewhere between love and malice, and right then he decided he wasn't getting blue-balled again. He did his best to hide the fact that he was about to cum, clenching his teeth to keep the blissful friction from making him moan. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to the finale, and when he finally closed his eyes and let loose, Kleio let out a slight gasp of surprise. She let go of her tits as the first spurt of sticky cum flew toward her face, and was too stunned to react when Jon began using her breasts to pleasure himself. With feverish vigor he coaxed out every last drop of cum, riding out the waves of pure bliss as his seed landed all over his lover. By the time the orgasm finally died down, Kleio was wiping cum out of her fur, and afterward, he just relaxed back with a contented groan. “Sorry, babe," he chuckled, “Just couldn't control it."

Kleio hardly found this amusing. With a bit of a scowl on her face, she got to her feet and pushed Jon down into the pile, leaving him prone on his back as the big minotaur crawled on top of him. She looked down at his limp, cum-leaking dick, then back up to meet his gaze. Her eyes blazed with anger, and at that moment the erotic tension overlapped a bit with genuine fear. “Hey," Jon whimpered, “I said I was sorry, alright? What do you want me to do? I won't be able to get hard again for a few minutes, so unless you've got some Ancient Greek viagra or something, you're just gonna have to wait."

Suddenly the minotaur's expression softened, she leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. When she pulled back, that mischievous smirk returned to her face, and her eyes shined with amorous intent. “Min anisycheíte, sas synchoró," she lustily purred, “Nomízo óti xéro ti boreíte na kánete, kai pós boreíte na mou plirósete píso." As she crawled further up his body and moved her hips toward his face, John wondered what exactly she had in store for him with equal parts nervousness and excitement. He got an answer when her groin was positioned right above his face and he got an eye full of her pouting little pussy; the inside looked to be a similar color as her nipples, but it still seemed pretty human from where he was lying. The whole thing glistened with feminine fluids and looked a bit swollen, and the instinctual thought of slipping inside there made his limp cock throb with arousal.

He wasn't going to fuck her just yet, though, since it seemed she still wanted some more foreplay before the main event. Kleio's snatch slowly lowered until it was hovering right over his mouth, looking pretty tantalizing in the bright torchlight. He'd thought about trying something like this on his wife, but they never really got around to it, leaving him with knowledge and no place to use it. After looking up at Kleio and receiving a small nod, Jon didn't hesitate to reach up and pull her hips down onto his face, landing her meaty clit right in his mouth. As he began zealously suckling at it, she almost seemed to melt with pleasure, relaxing her full weight onto him and letting out a loud moan of joy. Despite the nearly smothering weight of her furry body on top of him, Jon kept on sucking and licking at her clit, making her blissfully shiver and groan with each stroke. “Ooooh!" she cried, “O Theoí, ach… aftó eínai ekpliktikó! Mrrrr… oh, min stamatísete… hahhhh!"

He didn't know how she'd gotten herself so sensitive, seeing as how she acted like everything he did sent pleasure coursing through her body; Jon knew enough about farm animals to guess she might be in heat, but he couldn't tell for sure. Maybe the minotaur was just really pent up? No, no, he'd broken his wife's dry spells plenty of times, and she'd never been this ravenous. The big minotaur suddenly fell forward, bending over 45 degrees as she propped herself up on the corner wall. She didn't break contact with Jon, and even began thrusting her hips against him, but she did end up with the rest of her pussy a bit more accessible. In response to this, her lover deftly slipped one arm up towards her groin, easily sliding two fingers into the soft folds of her snatch. Just that was enough to get Kleio even hornier, but after a few seconds of rooting around in her tight, warm vagina, he found the hard little lump that he quickly recognized as her g-spot. Rubbing that made her howl in ecstasy, and after less than a minute she came harder than she had in two centuries.

With an apocalyptic shriek, she thrust her soaking crotch down onto the human's face, nearly smothering him as she writhed and shuddered with pleasure. Jon relished the sounds the minotaur was making, all the moans and groans and Greek swearing as she rode out her climax. It seemed like forever until she came down from her orgasmic high, sweeping one leg back over him and falling back against the wall. Her breath came incredibly hard, each gasp trying to get her back up and running. “O, gamó to…" she panted, “Ágia kólasi, aftó ítan ekpliktikó…"

Jon sat up, wiping the minotaur's tangy vaginal juices off his chin with the back of his hand as he recovered from his partial smothering. “I'm guessing that's what you were after, huh?" It was then that he realized he'd gotten stiff as a board once again. “You know, I'd hate to cut Kate's time short," he said, “What do you say we take this all the way to home plate?" He invitingly jiggled his cock, immediately catching Kleio's eye and causing her to find her second wind. She didn't understand a word of what he'd said, but she definitely got the gist of it; without hesitating a second, she leaped on and straddled him, grabbing his dick in one hand and holding it straight as she lowered herself onto it. Both minotaur and human gasped as he slid inside her hot, silky loins, her juices lightly dribbling down onto his crotch. Once he was balls deep, Kleio let out a groan of satisfaction, and Jon felt her muscles squeeze around him as she got used to the size.

It didn't take her long to start humping against him, sliding up and down with amorous gusto. The feeling of her tight, ribbed insides rubbing against his cock was pure bliss to Jon, and he loved her savage ferocity as her furry bulk thrust against him. Usually, Kate had let him do the work in the bedroom, and he had to admit it felt pretty good, but getting screwed by Kleio was something else entirely. Her ferociousness was something he never knew he wanted, and it almost surprised him that he liked it even more when she pinned down his arms, her big, jiggly tits swaying over him with each stroke.

Kelio, on the other hand, was busy remembering how good it felt to have a flesh-and-blood cock inside her. She could feel him stretching her out and filling her up with each press in, and when she pulled back, the walls of her pussy contracted against the invading organ in a desperate attempt to draw it back inside her cozy warmth. The thing that topped it off, however, was the way Jon was squirming under her, moaning and groaning as she fucked him ruthlessly. He loved it, and she knew it, and in some part of her mind, she hoped she'd get him hooked. If she could keep giving the archeologist just enough knowledge to keep her coming back, she could easily sink her hooks into her husband, and by the time the woman had read everything she wanted to, her husband would be begging her to take him back. Kleio had seen the look on his face mirrored on dozens of other men, men who were used to being on top but wound up loving her rough-riding and domineering. Oh, she'd get him, she thought, she just had to finish him off.

After a few minutes, both of them were breathing heavily and moaning each other's names. Jon could feel the pleasurable pressure building up in his groin, and from the way his lover was tensing up, she was getting close as well. All of a sudden, she took her hands off his wrists and sat up, moving one down to her clit as her other groped her breast. As her humping began to slow down, she let out a long, low moan of pleasure, caused partially by Jon's cock and partly by her furiously rubbing fingers. He could feel her pussy pulse with desire, squeezing against him rhythmically and drawing him ever closer to orgasm. Kleio almost seemed to notice this and started sliding her pussy up and down once again to give him that last push toward ecstasy. “Oooh, Jesus… ah, fuck, I'm gonna… gonna… gaaaahhh!"

He emptied what was left in his balls in a series of powerful spurts, pulling the minotaur down onto his cock while shooting his hot, viscous cum up into her womb. Her constricting insides helped milk him of every drop, and when he was finished, she could feel his sticky fluids running down and out of her. She didn't immediately pull out, choosing instead to snuggle up against her human lover and hug him to her furry body. “Kalí douleiá, ánthropos… ítan téleia…" Jon found the minotaur's warm embrace strangely comforting after the intense lovemaking, and it somehow managed to ease the weight of his post-coital lethargy.

Suddenly, the door to the living room slowly swung open, and the two unusual bedfellows turned to see Kate standing in the doorway. “Jon, are you okay?" she worriedly asked, “I just thought I heard… well…" Her concern quickly melted into embarrassment as she saw them lying naked, with Jon's cock still firmly planted inside Kleio. It wasn't to last, however, and she gave her human lover a quick kiss on the cheek before getting to her feet. His softening cock slid out of her soaked pussy with a wet slurping sound, and as she walked over to Kate, a bit of cum began dribbling out from between her legs.

“You're one lucky woman, having a man as good at fucking as him," the minotaur smirked, “But I'm afraid our deal has come to its conclusion. Unless, of course, your husband here is willing to go for another round?"

Both of them looked to Jon, who was heavily panting, covered in intimate fluids, and utterly flaccid. “Hey, honey," he murmured, “Could we go back to the hotel now? I'm feeling kinda drained at the moment…"

“Sure, sweetie," Kate replied, “Just let me finish things up with Kleio." As Jon picked himself up and used the blanket to wipe himself off, she turned back to the minotaur. “I don't think Jon is ready for more quite yet, and if you wish us to leave, we shall do so with haste. What you've allowed me to read is incredibly enlightening, but-"

The minotaur interrupted her with a short chuckle. “You can quit the boot licking, dear, you and your husband are welcome back any time. Of course, if you wish to read more of the scrolls, you'll have to make another arrangement…" She looked toward Jon with an amorous gleam in her eye, causing a slight worry to flutter in Kate's chest; how far should she push her husband for her personal gains, and would offering him up like this drive him away? As Jon began slipping his clothes back on, Kate began to help him gather everything up, and she realized she wanted to ask him what he thought of the whole thing. When they'd left the minotaur's layer and began following the red yarn back to the entrance, Kate decided to pop the question to him.

“Hey, sweetie," she hesitantly asked, “Would you be willing to, ah… make another trade? I mean, you don't have to by any measure, but, well… I only really managed to get a few scrolls copied down before you finished."

Jon thought for a moment, trying to consider everything. He certainly had fun with the minotaur, and if he weren't in a relationship, he'd certainly go back for seconds. Now that he was talking with Kate again, however, he worried that his eagerness made him unfaithful. “Only if you want to," he said, “I'm fine with going back, but I don't really know how much you think this is cheating, and I don't want you thinking I don't love you anymore."

“Oh, sweetie, why would I ever think that? I'd never have gone through with the marriage if I thought you wouldn't love me, although I never really anticipated all this either." They continued for a while in silence, but Kate eventually decided to lighten the mood. “So, what was it like getting frisky with a minotaur? It kinda sounded like you enjoyed it, but I wanna hear your experience."

The question took Jon aback, but he quickly recovered his dignity. “Well, I thought it was… surprisingly enjoyable. It was kind of weird, being with someone that big, but… we made it work." He didn't really want to go into too many steamy details and make his wife jealous, so he quickly changed the subject. “How was reading through a bunch of scrolls? Enlightening?"

“Oh, like you wouldn't believe. Kleio kept incredibly detailed records about everything going on in the kingdoms above. I never realized that King Pandion had such conservative stances, and when he…" Jon slipped into a trace of half-listening, loving less what she was saying and more how she was saying it. All that passion she had was one of the most beautiful things in the world, and if nurturing it meant having sex with a minotaur, then he'd chain himself up in her lair and let her use him as her personal sex toy. The archaeologist and her husband left the caves with a solid plan, a sense of determination, and just a smidgen of worry that Kleio could wind up ruining their marriage.

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