Some work hopefully

'Well that certainly didn't go as I expected.' You think to yourself, trudging back up the road towards your Inn to open up for the afternoon. The hot mid-day sun beats down on you as you walk past rows of corn in a familiar looking farmer's field. You're starting to feel particularly tired as you crest the hill to your home. You note that you haven't been doing any conditioning lately since you've been far too busy. Speaking of being busy, a small group of adventurers waits patiently on the benches outside of your tavern, their faces lighting up as you approach.

A freckled female human stands up, flanked by a green-skinned hobgoblin and, 'My word, is that a minotaur?' You think to yourself, your eyes drinking in the massive bovine form in front of you. The other two are at least a head taller than you but the minotaur is practically a giant in comparison to you. A masculine, muscular form sporting twin horns that require him to duck to enter through your frankly well-built and quite large doorway.

They pay you a few silver for drinks and bread and you set about tending to their needs. "Will you be needing a room or two for the night?" You ask cheerfully.

"We'd love a room but I'm afraid we're a bit tight on coin right now." The freckled one says in a south-kingdom drawl. "Would you be willing to barter with us a little, perhaps, sweet thing?"

"That depends on what you have to trade."

"Now you ought to know that just by looking at us. See, everyone knows about how rare and expensive Minotaur cum is...as like, a magical reagent and whatnot." The human says in a not fully convincing manner.

You raise an eyebrow but play around for now. "What else can it do?"

"Oh it's great for beauty, full of good....vitamins...for your skin!" She looks a little sheepish, but you act dumb and follow along. It's not everyday you get to see a minotaur.

"And how do I know if it's fresh. How do I know it's even this fine sir's cum?" You question the lass playfully.

"Well you can milk it yourself, straight from the tap." The minotaur finally speaks up. He has reclined himself onto one of those convenient couches you ordered, and his jet-black, bovine cock extends out from his hairy crotch, suddenly capturing the entirety of your attention. His balls are large and heavy, hanging low enough that they dangle below his thicc thighs. The tip of his dick is redder than the rest of his cock, and you can't help but notice how thick it is. And the smell coming from the sweaty mass of crotch hair is overwhelming! You glance up into his eyes, silently begging for permission to dive right in and start putting your tongue to good use.

"Looks like we have a deal." The hobgoblin says with a grin, getting up and pouring another ale for himself without paying. "You can put our stuff in our rooms when you're done over there."

You acknowledge their demands with a nod before dropping to your knees in front of the reclined minotaur, the biggest beast cock you've ever seen towering over you and starting to glisten at the tip. You slide your lips over the velvety head, relishing in the taste of this strange new musk. You consider for a moment if it's safe to drink but decide against thinking at all as you lap your tongue along his fat piss slit and taste ambrosia. You start to work the meaty shaft in earnest, rubbing your tongue along its length and loving every salty inch you taste as you pleasure this beastman for all your worth.

Several sloppy minutes of bovine cock worship later, the minotaur looks like he's getting ready to cum and you start looking around wildly for a container before stretching your jaw to the limit to fit the fat head of his spasming cock into your mouth. He erupts inside you, a thick stream of cum rocketing down your throat. You swallow hard as you continue to suck him off, even though the taste of his cum is quite strong in your mouth. You feel the heat rise within you as you experience your first taste of Minotaur sperm.

Your body heats up in an entirely new haze. You feel sensual, you feel sensitive, you feel high as fuck as you swallow the last mouthful of minotaur cum with a giggle. The minotaur chortles deeply as he takes in your **** form on the carpet beneath him. Your cock is desperately hard and straining to break free from your tight pants as you start to hump the air. Lifting one dirty hoof over your small, quivering form, the minotaur pushes his heel down onto your raging erection gently but with enough **** to push your hips back down to the carpet. This is all the stimulation you need to erupt in a mind-melting orgasm to the great amusement of the large minotaur dominating your small form with a single hoof.

You're so caught up in the throes of your orgasm that you almost miss the hobgoblin pulling your clothes away from your body and stripping you naked. You find it impossible to care, locked in a deep kiss with a spurting cock while the minotaur continues to pump his cum inside you. You continue sucking on his member and swallowing mouthful after mouthful of thick minotaur cum until his body shudders and his cock finally slips out of your mouth.

His cum starts dribbling down your chin and neck, your face flush with arousal from having sucked off a fully erect minotaur. You look up to meet the hobgoblins eyes who smiles wide as you accept the offered cock in your mouth. He thrusts into you eagerly and you suck obediently in your minotaur cum induced high.

You are too distracted to notice as the third adventurer flips the open sign to closed and quietly locks the door, before heading back into your private quarters with a large, empty bag. Too pressing are the feelings of the minotaur pushing one sturdy, cum-soaked finger into your asshole at a time as you lay on the soft, shag carpet doing your best to make the green hobgoblin dick disappear down your throat.

The 'adventurers' spend the evening and night taking turns ransacking your place and stretching out your stoned, willing holes with their fat fucksticks. By midnight you are being worn by the minotaur like a portable kitty cock sleeve, his fat bull cock buried deep inside of you as he walks you around your private quarters and encourages you to divulge the location your secret stash with all of your remaining earnings and treasures from years as an adventurer. And you do so. Too high and naturally obedient to resist, you point these thieves to your most precious belongings and are rewarded with a rough head scratch followed by an hour of getting pounded into oblivion by this minotaur's massive cock.