Gasps and chuckles filled the break hall as I dragged the massive bull toward the velvet-curtained corridor at the back. Runes crawled along the archway like lazy fireflies, reading heat, desire, danger. The minotaur's hooves thudded—solid, patient—his weight like a moving fortress behind me.
"Woman," he warned, voice low as thunder under stone, "I don't wish to hurt you."
"Shut up," I shot back without looking. "Just point me to the private rooms."
"Gah! You damnable woman," he raged. "Let me go!"
"Hell no. Don't be a pussy."
"A PUSSY?!" He snarled, ears going flat. "Do you know what you have done? Where I am from, we—"
"Shut it!" I snapped, rounding on him with the biggest fuck off smirk on my face. "You came down here for a fuck, and a fuck you are going to get. Be glad I picked you."
I spotted a door with runes that said 'Available 10 FP for 12 hours'. That meant it was private and free from any interruptions. Dragging the minotaur god behind me, I kicked the door open and barged in. I halted for a moment, turning back, expecting the minotaur to be stuck by the frame. Thankfully, the door was magically enhanced to expand to 5 times its size, so the 10-foot bull had enough space to pass.
The room swallowed us whole.
Velvet walls closed in, sealing the noise of the hall behind us. The floor hummed faintly under my feet, alive with some kind of enchantment that made the air heavier, sweeter, hotter. The columns pulsed dimly like veins feeding a heart. This was a room built for desire and worship — and maybe destruction.
The door slammed shut behind the bull with a hiss. The runes above the arch flared once:
PRIVATE / SEALED / 12 HOURS. The price drained from my account automatically.
'Good. No interruptions.'
"You're insane," he declared. His red eyes watched me in the gloom, waiting. He had a musky smell to him — like leather and old blood. It seeped deep into my lungs. Made my body ache in a familiar, horny way, warm and liquid.
"You don't drag me into a room like a—"
"Like what?" I cut him off, leaning my weight on one hip. And with a snap of my finger, my sexy black bikini vanished with a pop, revealing my glorious naked body. "I don't have time, just fuck me!"
"..."
The minotaur god froze for a heartbeat, his molten eyes drinking me in, but not like a starving man — more like a soldier sizing up a weapon he'd never seen before. The rings on his horns rattled once as he inhaled, nostrils flaring, muscles tight enough to snap a bowstring.
"Ohh~" I smiled, slow and sharp. "Do you like what you see?"
"I am…" His voice caught. He breathed and took a step toward me. "I've never seen a goddess look at me that way."
"Get that dick out, and I will let you fuck my tight pussy and cum deep inside my womb," I purred, loving the hungry way he was looking at me.
"You don't even know me," he growled. But I could see the lust in his eyes.
"Does it matter?" I asked, trailing a hand down my body, teasing the hell out of him.
"Last warning," he said in that deep, gravelly voice of his, reaching for his yellow loincloth. "I'm too big and I might hurt you."
"Oh, I know you're big," I whispered, taking a slow, predatory step towards him. I stopped just short of his massive chest. I had to crane my neck to look into his heavy-lidded, molten eyes. "But hurt me? Please. I've taken worse."
Before he could move, I sank down onto my knees and leaned into his broad chest. My hands caressed his thick thighs, and he let out a low rumbling groan as my fingers slipped under the waistline of his loincloth.
I hooked my fingers into the material and tugged, slowly dragging the cloth down, watching the way he reacted to my every movement. The thick fabric fell to the floor, revealing a truly magnificent, brutally powerful member. It was easily as thick as my thigh, dark, veined, and already slicked with anticipation.
"Wow!" A small, genuine gasp escaped my lips at the sheer scale of the thing. I hadn't misjudged him; I'd undersold him.
He was even bigger than I'd hoped. 50-inch? Noo~ maybe more!
'Fuck it's sooo... beautiful'
"See? I told you," the minotaur god muttered, his voice suddenly husky, barely above a growl. I looked up to find him staring down at me — his nostrils flaring, eyes hungry, like he was imagining all the filthy things he wanted to do to me.
"Mmmm..." I licked my lips. "I want it,"
"Really?" For the first time, he was genuinely shocked.
"Yeah. You're so fucking huge, I want your big cock stretching me out until I can't walk," I purred, looking at the monster cock in front of me like a challenge.
"Then take it," he grunted, the last vestige of his god-like restraint snapping like a dry twig. He took a heavy, thunderous step, crowding my space, his musky, spicy heat washing over me completely. My nipples stiffened, and I swear I heard his heart start hammering.
"Let's have a taste first," I whispered, leaning in to lick the drooling head of his cock. It jerked at my touch, flexing and surging into my hand like a snake twitching at the end of its tail. My tongue darted out again, flicking across his slick head and tracing a slow, swirling pattern across the flat, swollen glans.
His cock wasn't that of a bull, but similar to that of a horse for some reason, with a flat, wide head.
"Sooo good," I purred, licking every inch of his swollen tip with an almost religious fervor. "I love the way you taste."
"Your mouth is so warm, woman," he groaned, and I knew he was enjoying the attention. I had him right where I wanted him. Too bad his cock was too big for my mouth. I mean, I could take him using my skills, but I was too damn HORNY to play slow. I was going to get that dick inside my pussy, and nothing was gonna stop me.
He let out a huff that might have been a gasp. He reached up and wrapped those huge, hot fingers around the thick base of his member, jerking as I was sucking him. My own hands slid up his thighs and dug deep into the dense, soft fur. It was a luxury, like brushing fingers through a soft pelt, and I pushed further up still, his muscles quivering underneath.
"Woman," he growled, half warning, half plea. "You don't fear me at all,"
"Fear you?" I laughed softly, planting another kiss on the drooling tip of his pulsing cock. "I don't have time for that, only sex"
And speaking of sex.
"Enough teasing," I said, voice low and dripping with intent. I rose to my feet, slow and deliberate, letting him drink in the sight of me—naked, unashamed, and ready to claim what I'd dragged him in here for. "I want that monster inside me. Now."
His red eyes burned, pupils blown wide with lust, as he watched my body growing to match his own. Using my 'Growth' skill, I stood at 9 feet tall. I could have easily taken his monstrous cock inside me without the growth, but I sensed that he was too concerned with hurting me, so I figured that my own growth would be reassuring.
And it worked marvelously.
The minotaur god didn't utter another word; he simply picked me up and threw me on the bed. Then I spread my legs wide open and waited for him. He moved in, sliding his massive hands up my smooth skin until they came to rest on my shoulders, pinning me hard, spreading me, controlling me, and, more than any spell or power ever could, making me his.
"Ahhh~...fuck" My body quivered and tensed, his rough handling only making the hunger within me sharper.
His monstrously massive cock rumbled, just begging to fuck my tight little snatch into a quivering pulp of broken meat and cum. The desire built up like pressure within me, hungry and impatient. It didn't hurt that, now that I was getting closer, I could actually see how BIG the bull was — like an avalanche was coming. The thought made my pussy tremble, my body quivering beneath his palms and mouth water.
'Fuuck~. That looks like it's going to fucking hurt, but it will be gooood~'
Without a word, he spread me further, then the other hand slid down between my trembling thighs and stopped just above the bare slit of my cunt.
I let out a low growl, arching my back to meet his touch, my needy little pussy desperate for him, dripping wet in anticipation. He chuckled, watching me writhe on the bed as he stroked me—fingers brushing the soft, soaked lips of my pussy, spreading my slick arousal across my skin, teasing me.
"If you want it so badly," he chuckled, leaning closer still and flicking his tongue across my nipples, "then beg me."
'Damn... he's good'
"FUCK!" I cried. "Please!... FUCK ME!... DESTROY ME!.... BREED ME"
I arched up against him, needy, aching. I wasn't above begging. I didn't even care what he wanted me to beg for. He could have had me on my knees and sobbing, but it didn't matter. I wanted him, and I was going to get what I wanted. I was the goddess of breeding, and I could do whatever the hell I wanted.
"Such a beautiful whore," he groaned into the curve of my breast. "So sweet, so desperate for me."
"AHHH"
He pressed in, his entire body trembling with the effort. The initial entry was a slow, agonizing slide that stretched me to my absolute limit. I had grown, but his girth was astronomical, a near insurmountable obstacle. Even though I was soaked from head to toe, I could feel my muscles straining to accept the intrusion.
He didn't stop until the first couple of inches were buried in my pussy, then he paused, trembling, breathing like a beast in heat, savoring the sensation. The tip of his massive cock flexed and twitched, spreading my tight cunt wide, straining the limits of what my body could take. He was everything I had dreamed he would be.
"It's sooo BIG," I moaned, bucking my hips up and around, forcing myself down onto his thick cock, craving more. The thought of him filling me more was like a drug, addictive and powerful. I needed it, more than anything, more than air or food or drink or life.
"I know," he laughed, shaking his head. "Should we stop--"
"HELL NO!"
I screamed before he could finish. I didn't want to stop. Are you fucking kidding me?! This is the best chance for me to get divine seed so I can give birth to strong, lovely minotaur daughters.
"JUST SHUT UP AND BREED ME"