Page 2 of Bred By the Minotaur
“Have you ever had sex with a minotaur before?” he asks after many long moments of silence.
I jerk out of my reverie. “No?” Though I suppose I know what he is now. A minotaur. Interesting. What does he look like? Is he one of those big, shaggy minotaurs, or a sleek black-and-white one?
He grunts, letting me know he heard me. I wonder if he’s always this quiet, or if he really is just as nervous as he said he was. And of course, now I’m wondering what’s different about his cock versus a human cock. I’ve never had sex with a monster of any kind before.
While he continues playing with my clit, which is making me wetter and, surprisingly, hungrier, his wandering fingers press into my pussy. I think he’s going to put a finger inside me, but instead he explores, like he’s studying the shape and size of me down there.
Then, he slips one finger in, and my body arches off the bench.
“Oh!” The sound tumbles out of my mouth. With his other hand still taunting my clit, that finger is exactly what I need.
“Do you like that?” he asks, slipping his finger in deeper and then pulling it back out.
I nod vigorously. “S-sure.”
He pumps it a few more times before I sense a second one nudging its way in. He’s playing me with both hands now, stroking two thick fingers inside me while gently rubbing my clit.
“Y-you don’t need to do this,” I manage. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
He pauses. “Well, I want to.”
Before I can reply, he pushes his fingers deeper, then curls them and strokes the inside of me. Oh, fuck, that’s perfect. There’s an erotic squelch as he fucks me faster with his hand.
“Ah, good.” That deep voice reverberates up my spine. “You have a wonderful pussy.”
Whoa. I tighten up at the compliment, and I hear him inhale sharply behind me. His circles on my clit speed up, and then, abruptly, they stop.
“Sorry,” he says quickly, and I hear the snap of the bottle of lube opening. “I really need to be inside you.”
I smile to myself, pleased that I’ve turned him on, too. There’s another wet noise as he slicks the lube all over himself, and then hooves clomp on the floor. He grasps my ass, and I feel something... blunt and large and wet pressing at my entrance.
“Oh, wow. You’re small.” He sounds less aroused and more concerned.
“Don’t worry. I used the stretching thing.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “‘The stretching thing’?”
“It made my, uh, vagina wider. For you.”
“For me.” His voice travels through me again, going straight to my nipples. That wet object pushes harder, and then it slips through.
Oh, wow. Wow, is that bigger than I expected. My body strains because he’s even broader than the dilator.
The minotaur presses in a fraction deeper. “Is that okay?”
I can barely speak because every neuron in my brain is firing on all cylinders. “Y-y-yes, that’s... that’s okay.” Fuck. That’s more than okay.
“Good.” Then he slides in farther, more of that thick, wet cock asking me to open for it. On and on it goes until?—
“Ow!” I bite my lip as he goes too far, and he bumps into something supremely sensitive.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry.” He pulls back out, leaving me completely, and I whine at the sudden loss.
“Wait, wait, it’s all right.” I want him back. I need that glorious stretch. “Try again, just not as deep.”
“If you’re sure?—”
“Yes!” I tilt my hips up, spreading myself even more open for him. I hear a rumbling, bovine low. When he grabs me, he grabs me harder, clenching my flesh with his fingers as he slides inside me again.
