Taken by the fountain.

You watch in fixed adoration as the Minotaur strides towards you, but not to you. The bull man takes a seat on the lip of the fountain, his hooved legs splayed out before him. His cock has a flared tip like a horse and length to match, and you study the wondrous avatar of male virility with greed. The thick perfume of his sex fills your senses, a masculine scent that makes you somewhat light headed. Sudden realization of what he wants dawns.

But, this is not to say you immediately indulge in him. You will of course, how could you not perform for such a divine specimen of the male sex of any stripe? A show is called for, you think, to better demonstrate your devotion.

Lifting yourself from where you had fallen, you stand before the beast man, eyes lidded with sultry promise. You begin to sway, generous hips slowly swinging side form side, hands teasing the frayed fabric of what remains of your clothes. With an instinctive rhythm you have never known, you slowly roll what remained of your shirt up and off your body, breasts spilling forth, unencumbered by a bra. You nipples harden in sympathy as you toss away your shirt and see how rigid your display has made the Minotaur.

The beast man clasps his knees and leans back slightly over the waters, snorting heavily as you next shed your pants. The black fabric pools on the grass, and you lightly step out of them and towards the Adonis of a creature who stands before you. Only the thin fabric of your panties hide the treasures between your legs, but the dampening spot against the frilly black fabric holds no illusions what their current state is. Such underwear are not a part of Paisley standard uniform, and for a moment you think that your breach of protocol could only have been in some **** preparation for this moment. You straddle his furred leg, gasping at feel of his iron hard muscles against your mons. You crawl forward, running your pussy along his leg, only the fragile fabric of your undergarments keeping you from feeling his fur brushing against your lower lips directly. Your breath comes short at the sensation, the Minotaur so tall your feet barely touch the ground.

The Minotaur watches you as though hypnotized by the sway of your breasts and body. He never reaches out to touch you, merely watching your wanton display with unmistakable pleasure.

You reach his body in short order. With breath shaky in anticipation, you slip your legs on either side of the Minotaur’s torso, bracing yourself on his shoulders with your hands until you straddle him directly. Your legs are spread wide, the Minotaur an immovable mass of muscles beneath your hands. It was as though your flexibility gained from years of training at the Paisley institute was merely to prepare you for this, for your breeding at the hands of this pagan god. Looking up from beneath your lashes, you shift aside your panties

The Minotaur rumbles deep within his breast at the sight of your pussy, spread before him and bared, his cock inches away, two halves merely waiting to be joined. You smile and press a finger against your collarbone. Your personal god watches your hand trail down your body, moving across the mound of your breast, his breath growing deeper as your fingers flick across your diamond hard nipples, crawls down your stomach and reaches the groove of your thighs.

Two fingers slip to your pussy and spread its lips, revealing the depths of your love tunnel to this animal. That’s it, the breaking point of your beastly god’s patience. With a bellow he grasps you by the waist.

“Take me!” you gsp eagerly. “Fuck me! Please!” He obliges, and plunges you down onto the steely warmth of his cock.

Your head is thrown back, fingers clutching at the thick hide of his shoulders. Never. Never have you been filled like this! It’s as though your depths were made for the sole purpose of admitting this cock. How it spreads you, fills you completely, is like nothing you have ever experienced before. Your eyes roll back at the pleasure, a keening wail pulled from the very depths of your soul. You ride him, plunging yourself up and down on his cock like it was an addiction. The Minotaur groans and grunts as he cups the soft globes of your ass in his massive hands, squeezing so hard you’re sure to be marked by the imprints in the form of bruises. The pain sends electric pleasure shooting up your spine, prompting you to bounce on his cock with even greater speed.

And when he finally comes, his seed pouring into your ready womb, it’s as though he has laid your soul bare. The sun plays across your flushed skin, your sweat making it shine like gold, the breeze sending your hair flying like some primal nymph being taken by a primal god. Never before have you felt this. Nothing afterwards can ever possibly compare.

Your breasts heave as you cling to the minotaur’s chest, basking in the afterglow, feeling the thick seed of the minotaur escape your pussy and slide down your leg. And in that moment of becalming from the storms of your passion, it suddenly occurs to you that the feeling of worship you had before is gone.