Beg the minotaur not to cum inside you

“Ngh please. Please don’t cum inside me.” You plead, your voice wavering with each thrust of his hips.

“What did you say ****?” The elf says raising your head to look up at her.

“Don’t let him breed me.” You say again. The elf cocks her head at you.

“You forget your place whelp.” Expressionless she speaks over to her partner “Breed her.” The minotaur grunts in affirmation.

No!

“No please!” You try to flee but you still can’t move your legs. With the minotaur forcing you to the ground you can’t even roll away.

“Let it happen.” The elf says in a soft tone. She strokes your face as if caring for you but her face is still expressionless. Just like you feared the cock pounding at your cervix begins to twitch. The hand on your back pushes you deeper into the dirt with the minotaur putting nearly all his weight on you. The minotaur breathes a few sharp breathes, there’s a moment of pause, and then you feel it.

A distinct flowing warmth enters you as the minotaur shoots his cum directly into your womb. With one spurt of cum you gasp and convulse as the sensation drives you wild with overwhelming pleasure.

He’s! He’s breeding me!? Not like this…

A hoarse primal moan escapes your lips as your head grows lighter and lighter before you black out entirely.