minotaur mommy

Moo’ra’s eyes widen, her pupils dilating as she looks down at you. She doesn't look disgusted or even particularly "in love" in the traditional human sense instead, she looks at you with the same hungry, predatory appreciation a person might have for a particularly high quality, heavy duty tool. To her, you aren't a romantic partner; you are a magnificent, biological instrument meant for one thing: providing the heavy, thick essence her body craves.

As you realize the nature of the "payment" she's looking for, her grin turns from bubbly to something much more maternal and deeply, dangerously primal. She leans in, her massive, soft breasts brushing against your face, smelling of sweet hay and warm cream.

"Ohhh~" she coos, her voice vibrating deep in her chest, a sound that makes your very bones ache. "You get it! You're a smart little thing, aren't you? You've got such a big, heavy, delicious looking toy between your legs... perfect for a girl like me to play with whenever she needs a release."

She chuckles, a rich, melodic sound, as she begins to guide you toward the reinforced bed. Her tail wraps firmly around your waist, pulling your hips flush against her massive, soft stomach.

"Don't you worry about a thing, sweetie pie. Since you're gonna be my special little breeding toy, you're gonna need someone to take care of you, right? Moo'ra is gonna be your mommy~" She nuzzles your neck, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe of heat up your skin. "You'll be my precious little boy, and you'll feed me all that thick, yummy semen until i'm bursting... and in return? I'll keep you full of my milk, and keep you so pampered and well fed that you'll never want to leave this bed."

Her eyes sparkle with a sudden, possessive hunger as she looks down at your crotch. She knows exactly what you are a tool for her pleasure.

"And once you've made me nice and full, once you've been a good little boy for your Moo'ra... maybe we'll find a lovely girl for you to play with, too. You can have two mommies to look after you, hm? One to breed and one to love you~"

She lets out a low, needy moan, her hips beginning to grind rhythmically against you, her massive thighs squeezing your waist.

"But first... let's see just how much of a mess that big, unwashed cock of yours can make. Moo'ra is starving for her payment~"