You let him breed you

Whether out of fleeting lust, or simple surrender, you don’t protest against the minotaur’s intentions.

The bull’s grip on your hips grows firm as he approaches his nut. He grits his teeth, hot spittle spraying from his maw across you as he gets ready to seed you. You feel the bull cock inside you start to expand, the thrusts changing rhythm to a more chaotic beat. His testes rise in preparation. He gives a final push and nestles the head of his cock to your cervix. A mooing groan of pleasure erupts from his throat. The whole length of his cock seems to harden and push upwards for a second, the first load of cum pushing its way up his stem. Time freezes as you wait for the inevitable. Then the bull cock begins to pulse in rapid beats as it lets forth thick ropes of eager sperm.

The hot, calf-making fluid floods your womb with overwhelming ****. The intense feeling of his wildly twitching prick and the torrent of his male essence makes you throw your head back in a final, sudden orgasm.

With each pulse of his rod, he moos out in satisfaction. The very feeling of coming inside a human woman makes this bull go wild with pleasure. And each time his prick twitches and lets forth another string of seed inside you, you too buck in pleasure as you ride out your own orgasm.

The overwhelming feeling of your release tapers off. The male pumps the last of his seed into your helpless, shaking body before withdrawing. Your soiled passage slips off his hard cock with ease as he lets go of your hips. The minotaur cock trapped in your mouth pops free, letting you catch your breath.

You lay on the cool ground, the side of your face pressed against the dirt floor. Deep breaths escape you as you recover from the rough rutting, feeling the minotaur’s excess seed roll down your inner thighs.

The bull that you had been sucking lays over you, placing his hips between your spread, milky legs. He rubs the tip of his swollen head at your quim until he finds the hole his cock so covets. He pushes forward, impaling you with his fat bovine shaft. You squirm underneath him as a wave of pleasure runs up your body. You shake your head and grab at the dirt beneath you, digging your fingernails in the dry mud.

He places his arms on either side of your head and begins to work his hips, driving his cock into your cum-greased tunnel. “Squeal for me, heifer,” the bull taking you says. “Squeal with pleasure while I breed your human cunt.”

You do just as he commands, throwing your head side to side and moaning and yelping as you’re driven insane by his slow and careful working of your womanhood. He’s taking you like a lover would. And thanks to the effects of the lizardman’s blood, your brain thinks so too, your mind and body convinced this creature is the perfect mate.

The bull suddenly stops, reaching a hand under your ass. With a sudden twist, you find yourself on top of him, his back now pressed to the ground. You hold yourself up on wobbly arms against his muscled abdomen. His hands reach for your hips and begins to pump you up and down on his shaft.

You moan into the air, grinding your clit against his body as you’re made to ride him. The bullman that had already come inside you walks up, his limpening cock presented before your lips. You don’t need to be told what to do. You reach for the shaft and begin to lick it up and down, whipping away the taste of his lingering cum and your juices.

The minotaur that had just finished fucking the blonde woman also approaches you, his need for attention evident. The blonde woman is still gaged, unable to give him the same pleasurable cleaning that you’re able to provide.

You go back and forth between the two minotaur cocks, licking and sucking them while your hands grip the wide shafts. You continue to bounce on top the other bull, now taking his cock into your eager pussy with ease.

It didn’t take much time for your tight channel to bring the bull to his limits. He moos and holds your hips tight to his pelvis, unleashing ropes of his over-abundant semen into your hole. Your eyes roll and you shiver at the feeling of his pulsing shaft letting free its load inside you.

There was something different about having sex with the minotaur compared to the lizardman. It wasn’t just their shape that was different. Something inside you knew that this kind of sex had a purpose. Sex with Dereek produced nothing but pleasure. This—this was sex to try and produce life. Your maternal instincts must have also gone into overdrive thanks to the chemical effects of Dereek’s blood. That’s why this was so much more intense and so much more meaningful than before.

The bull beneath you pushes you off his softening cock. The two bulls you helped clean with your mouth are now rock hard again. Their bobbing shafts stand at full attention before you, their testes still hanging low from an abundance of cum still lingering in their stones.

They don’t take any pause in continuing your breeding. You’re put on your hands and knees and taken from behind like an animal, and you mewl all the same in delight. The minotaur that just came inside you kneels before your face, wanting you to return him to full mast so that he can breed you again in a few minutes.

The rest of the night is spent like this. You’re fucked by one while you help another one or two back to full hardness. You and blonde woman must have taken over ten helpings of seed each before you were allowed to rest.

You lay on the cool ground, tender and sweaty. You know you would feel it in the morning, but the soreness would be nothing compared to having to carry and birth one of these creature’s offspring. Your eyes glaze over as you imagine the bulls’ seed doing its work inside you. You know you should be scared at the thought, but you just feel too overwhelmed and tired right now. Once the effects of the lizardman’s blood runs its course, however, you’ll quickly realize that motherhood isn’t exactly what your affected mind thinks it’ll be.