Stay in the bed, you can't risk it with your ankle

You try moving your ankle, and instantly a spike of pain runs up your leg. It's then you realize that trying to stand on it would be a huge mistake. Besides, if you tried to escape, you don't know how the Minotaur would react. From what you've heard, the beasts can be quite unpredictable at times, and their anger is not to be trifled with.

After a few moments, the Minotaur comes back to the bed, with a small bowl in his hand. He sits down near your feet, and rests them in his lap. "This will hurt, but will help your ankle." he says.

You quietly nod, and he runs his fingers in the bowl, scooping up some thick white cream. He then takes your swollen ankle, and gently applies the cream. You gasp, as not only the pain in your ankle flares up, but the cream stings like a hornet. "There, all done." he says and takes his bowl back to the kitchen.

Tears form in your eyes, as the pain continues to grow. "It hurts."

"I know it does. But, you'll thank me later." He then comes back to the bed with a small bag in his hand. "Now then. What shall we do about the lack of milk in those breasts of yours?"

You try to back away from him, only for the pain in your leg to stop you. "P-please... don't impregnate me." you beg.

"Impregnate you? Who said anything about that? Sure, I might fuck you from time to time. But Minotaurs can only breed with fellow Minotaurs, unless some powerful magic was used. Which I do not possess." He then holds up the bag for you to see. "However. There's more than one way to make a woman lactate. You eat this fruit and your breasts will start to produce milk."

"And if I refuse."

He grins and licks his lips. "Then I won't be responsible for my actions. Breast milk helps calm us Minotaurs down considerably. I prefer not being a mindless beast in heat, but if that's what you want, then I won't **** you to eat this."