After-Action Field Report, Minotaur

Whew, that was INTENSE, even by my standards! I can’t remember the last time something just turned me out like that! But I think it also does a thorough job of demonstrating why minotaurs are an advanced group-only kind of lay. There aren’t words for how dead I would be if I hadn’t prepared my fortifiers and elixirs. Shock, internal organ damage, catastrophic blood loss, exhaustion a little bit (I didn’t wake up for seventeen hours after my Mercury Contingent teleported me back home; the Achilles fortifier mix I use only took under five to revive me, I was just that fucking beat), suffocation, and at the end there when I looked like the world’s sluttiest fountain sculpture, a bit of drowning. Then there’s the eating my body part, which he didn’t get a chance to do. The risks are **** and omnipresent.

More to the point, I’d be critically injured before he even took off my charm. Neither of us noticed his cock push up into my lower torso until it was doing it and both of us were actively trying to be careful. If that wouldn’t have killed a normal human, at minimum, it would have caused some irreparable damage to the pelvic region and probably just utterly wrecked their genitals forever. No having kids, no vaginal or clitoral orgasms, no peeing normal, nothing. Not a great scene.

This is precisely why my recommendation is just don’t for finding isolationist minotaurs. Even if you find a sweet, intelligent, and sexy one who just wants to make love to you like you’re his goddess, he will likely be too pent up to control his penis, and that’s not a metaphor like with human men. Unless you are superhumanly tough or a practitioner of relevant sciences to allow you to reinforce yourself to be so temporarily, any lone minotaur is probably going to hurt you by accident or even kill you. It’s better for both of you if you just don’t until you’re fully equipped with the correct, exotic countermeasures and years of knowledge at your back.

I intend to visit minotaur cult camps, but from reviews my colleagues have given me, they just don’t compare in terms of danger or intensity. Nothing wrong with finding one, especially if you’re the religious type. Many of them provide a very satisfying life in service to a greater ideal with actual, tangible benefits, a distinct advantage over most mortal religions. They have been described to me as pleasant, but more like traditional human tantric sex than the absolutely killer (literally!) ride lone minotaurs are likely to provide.

After returning to chat (well, it STARTED as just to chat …) with Vol and retrieve my Asterion charm, he also added a couple interesting notes I didn’t know I’ll put in the after-action report here. The first is that minotaurs don’t need to eat! Their hunger is entirely a construct linked to their mystical nature; like many demigods, they are naturally immortal and don’t need food or water to survive as well as not being **** to any mundane disease. The latter is especially interesting for expert-level monster fuckers, since it means you don’t even need to worry about STI’s from minotaurs! Still very much need to worry about getting pregnant, though. Unless you wanna’.

The other I just thought was fascinating. The reason minotaurs are trapped in labyrinths is due to a specific directional insanity they have that, when in a sufficiently complex structure, they are incapable of focusing on finding the exit. Their legendary prowess at navigating mazes is just years, decades, centuries of being trapped in the same place. I mean, you’d get pretty familiar with the twists and turns by then, too. Apparently, there are ways to exploit this to their benefit to make secret entrances humans are more or less incapable of finding, but most of the techniques to design them have been lost to time and the exploitation of their people for personal gain.

This, honestly, didn’t turn out at all how I expected! But I’m happy it didn’t. I’m always glad to make a new friend, especially one who just lays it down right in bed and conversation for me. God, I love how he says my name … anyway. You probably want a summary?

Summary-

Species: Minotaur

Impetus: Sapient

Capture Risk: **

Minotaurs do often have concubines and many wives in their cults, but they aren’t inclined naturally to keep mates against their will. Cult leaders have plenty of options and are no more prone to this behavior than humans. Wild minotaurs, bereft of their full faculties, will likely devour any mate, while isolationists who retain their minds are unlikely to want anyone restrained in the same way they feel they have to be.

Consumption Risk: ****

Simply put, minotaurs eat. While cult leaders are usually well taken care of enough to avoid this, it would be wise to bring an offering of raw meat if you wish to engage in intercourse with one. Wild minotaurs will eat mates after coitus with near-certainty, while isolationists likely will not, but like cult leaders, you should really bring something with you to help them put the thought aside. It is a major risk when coupling with any minotaur.

Emotional Connectivity: ***

I’m tempted to rank this wildly high, as I tremendously enjoyed both my visits with Vol so far, but most minotaurs are not as interesting as him just as most humans aren’t exactly fascinating. Wild minotaurs, no hope of a relationship unless you bring a charm with you, then still bad odds. Cult leaders can easily be taken as a husband, but capturing their sole attention is a great deal harder and more demanding of your time and body. They even out to roughly the same as people.

Impregnation Risk: ****

TAKE APPROPRIATE CONTRACEPTIVES. If you survive your encounter with any wild minotaurs or just happen to let a more relaxed one go hog-wild on you, they will cum in your fucking brain (sometimes, not exaggeration!), you WILL get pregnant. I am very grateful to know you don’t need to worry about STI’s, so at least your contraception won’t need to cover that was well as ensuring no babies.

Lethal Risk: ****

Substantially higher than your average person, minotaurs are massive non-humans with tremendous power and little self-control if reduced to their basest impulses. While this is, as before, reduced for those in more human-populated areas and accustomed to our ways, it’s far from an impossibility, and even the gentlest lover found in the wild may be literally too much for you to handle.

Satisfaction: *****

That said, if you’re like me and enjoy some chocolate pain in your orgasm peanut butter, you just can’t get those feelings anywhere. If you can ensure your survival, I can reliably say from my experiences and others I’ve research that it WILL be absolutely incredible. If you’re not into masochism, it can be less enjoyable, but the right pain buffers applied in the right way should counteract that for a unique and fulfilling lovemaking experience. Highly recommend, IF you know EXACTLY what you are doing.

Overall Score: ****

The only thing keeping this from being a ***** is barrier of entry. You can’t take a vampire’s dick once and then decide you’re in the same league as these guys. You’re not even playing in the same sport yet. Expertise is critical, caution is critical, and respect for their kind-of-unpleasant natural situation is critical. If you approach this with all of those things to the utmost degree, you will have the time of your life with a minotaur. Just … seriously, goddamn, be careful, that thing came out of my MOUTH! Fuck.