A minotaur

For a moment, you can’t come to grips with what you see. Your mind knows it’s a Minotaur who is lurking on the forest edge, his frame towering over the forestry he thrust aside, yet you know that can’t be right. The minotaur is a ghastly, brutish animal who live in caves and rocky dwellings, their intelligence barely greater than the bulls they resemble. This creature cannot be a Minotaur.

You stare at the glorious monster before you in unabashed adoration. For how could you do otherwise? He is the most beautiful creature you have ever seen! His frame ripples with muscles beneath the thin veneer of fur, his horns curling up towards the sky like the crown of the greatest king. A golden ring hangs from his nose and sways with every motion of his head. Hands so big and powerful they could crush boulders hold the underbrush he entered through at bay. And as your eyes travel down, you can’t help but blush as though looking on something too glorious to be seen. His cock, which hangs between his legs, is a massive paradigm of the masculine. It fairly throbs with virility, and looked to be more at place in the bull half of him than that of the man. You shudder and flush at the thought of that cock pushing between your legs, filling you up like no other man ever could. Small wonder it was for something like this Catherine the Great died for. You can’t help but agree with her decision.

Unbidden, a hand finds your breast and tweaks the nipple, eliciting a shuddering gasp from your lips. “My god,” you whisper, rubbing your legs together, already able to feel the dampness. “Oh my god…”

The minotaur, for his part, looks at you in wary caution. His nose snorts at the perfume of your passion, and even the animal wariness that warns him away from this odd display has a hard time warring with his urge to take you.

Such a war took a turn, and lost in favour of his libido on noticing the fountain. Something like recognition sparks in those smoldering dark eyes. Rumbling with the deep bass of laughter, the minotaur enters the clearing fully. “Oh god,” you whisper, eyes trailing in worship up his masculine frame. Your hand dips between your legs as the hybrid monster clops into the glade, his masculinity washing over you like a wave and his shadow throwing itself against you.

“Take me,” you whisper, as if ashamed of asking so godly a creature such a favour. “Please…please take me…”