Minotaur

A hulking behemoth, a blend of man and beast, approaches you with hot air snorting from his flared nostrils. Red eyes pierce through the surrounding darkness and look you over with murderous intent… or is that just the way his face appears naturally? The swinging shaft between his legs tells you a different story. Bulging out past a torn loincloth, the flat, blunted tip greets you with strings of viscous pre dribbling onto the cobbled ground. The smell of a powerful musty odor wafts towards you from his groin as he snorts out in a challenge against you. The smell stings your nostrils and makes your eyes water with its pungentness, but there is another physiological response of blood flooding into your shaft from the sheer masculinity smacking you in the face.

His hooves clack menacingly as he kicks up a cloud of dust behind his frighteningly large figure. The horns jutting from his forehead are filed down to sharpened points which could take anyone out with a single charge. His bulging, vein-ridden muscles combined with the rest of his appearance would intimidate any opposition into surrender, but you are here to prove yourself. Are you really going to let a minotaur stop you?

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Orc =1}Your jutting tusks wrinkle the skin on your quivering lips. In the face of fear, an orc is never supposed to flinch, but you’re trembling. The minotaur senses your weakness and flicks a long, tempting strand of his seed at you.{if

FB = 1} Your defensive instincts activate to steady your stance as you prepare for battle against the fearsome foe.{endif

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S = 1} Your knees buckle from the aroma that’s overpowering any rational thought and causing you to feel weak and dizzy. Drool flows from the corner of your mouth to your chin while your tongue wets your lips. You get the feeling that it’s already been decided who will win between the two of you.{endif

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Elf =1}Your elongated ears quiver at such an imposingly large threat leering at you. Your cute button nose twitches at the thoughts racing through your mind of what will happen to your soft hips and fat, gelatinous ass if you lose.{if

FB = 1} However, the lewd ideas are quelled by the fact that your family is counting on you to make it out alive, so there’s no way you can back down now!{endif

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S = 1} It’s taking every ounce of your willpower not to fall to your knees and at least give the bovine creature a little bit of relief with one of your pliable holes. Your wife and daughters would be ashamed if they knew what you were considering, but your little bitty prick perks up in your britches at the idea.{endif

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Companion: Auria = 1}Auria sticks by your side for now, but from the way she's looking at the bull, it might not stay that way for long. She squeezes her shoulders together and puffs out her cleavage which gives the minotaur a momentary distraction from you. What a sight it would be to see him using that enormous taur-cock dangling between his legs on your busty companion. {if

S= 1}It makes you want to lose to him even more so that you can watch her become his cum slut because of your weakness.{elseif

FB = 1}It makes you want to win even more so that you can take her delectable body for yourself instead of having her pussy stretched so much that it'd be ruined for someone of your girth.{endif

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