No, and you celebrate.

Worship would perhaps be the wrong term for this new sensation you now feel. It is far more a complete submission to the beast man. An utter and willing slavery to the creature’s desires which permeated your entire body. You feel the Minotaur’s chest heave at the recent exertion, and you smile at the knowledge you have served him well. An arm of steely muscle pulls you possessively against him, a deep rumble of laughter reverberating from the Minotaur’s barrel of a chest.

Without even unsheathing his cock from you, the Minotaur rises, easily holding you aloft with a powerful arm as he turns about to face the fountain. With a squeak of surprise you are bent forcefully over the waters, your legs spread to present yourself invitingly, hands grasping the cool stone of the fountain’s lip.

With insatiable energy, the Minotaur begins to saw forcefully into you, first slowly but quickly building up a tempo of punishing thrusts. You gasp and groan, this new position sending his cock even deeper into your core. You thank your love’s forethought in allowing you to brace yourself against the fountain, your arms shaking as his hips push his cock into your fertile depths. You catch your reflection in the waters below, and are shocked by what you see. Hair dishevelled in wavy strands that sway with the Minotaur’s thrusts, your face flushed at his ministrations and mouth agape at the pleasures inflicted upon you. You never thought you could be this beautiful. You resemble some wild fertility goddess, and over your shoulder you can see the bull man’s head. Regal, bestial, and conquering.

You were made for this, to carry this man’s seed. To be bred as his personal bitch. Such an admission sends your depths heating and coiling with expectation. You throw your head, and scream to the heavens. “Oh yes! Yes! Ah! God! Take me! Breed me! Give me your children! Fuck a baby into my belly! Give me your seed! Ah! Oh god! Oh god!”

It’s doubtful the Minotaur understands your words, but the feeling in them is enough. He grips your shoulders and plows your fertile fields with even greater drive. His hot breath steams against your neck, and your generous hips rock in sympathy to his thrusts.

And when he throws his head back and bellows his seeding to the sky, you arch your back and thrust yourself low and ass high in submission with a scream of, “Yesssss!” Your insides boil with his cum, your pussy clenching around his cock as if to keep it in, not let a drop escape your hungry womb.

For a long moment the two of you remain like that, you so close to the water your panting breath send ripples racing across the surface, he buried so deep within you that it’s like a gap has opened within your very soul when he pulls out.

You are soaked in perspiration from your lovemaking, but as you turn about you can’t help but marvel at the Minotaur once more. His chest is flecked with small beads of sweat, yet he doesn’t even appear winded so full of vitality is he. Your hand drifts to your belly, a smile of pleasure gracing your lips at the thought of such a strong creature being the seed from which your children would grow.

The Minotaur snorts with pleasure at your look of worship. You do not need an invitation as he turns about and stomps out of the clearing and towards the woods, you rising on shaking legs and following complacently after like a broken mare. As you both push through the trees which border the clearing, a hand once more finds your belly, and you wonder with a smile what the future might bring.