The Minotaur Breeding Queens

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“Are the fables told amongst my people true?” she asked. “Will the mighty Minotaur King die for his woman?”

“If you bear me a child and become my queen, I would die for both of you.”

“And you would never harm me? Even if I decide to leave after our coupling?”

“I am not a vicious animal, woman. I am part human, part warrior. I’m fierce, but only for what I cherish.”

Her eyes were drawn to his chest and abdomen, and fell upon the belt and loincloth that covered his pelvis. “And are you fierce for what you desire?”

“Not fierce,” he said in a heavy voice, “but passionate.”

She knew how much the beast needed her, and suddenly she was overwhelmed by the power her sex held over him. She had never had this power over any man before. It excited her.

“I could leave now,” she said, “but not before feeling the touch of the mighty king.” She stepped around the table, approaching him, until her hand lay in his.

She screamed suddenly when he used his firm grasp on her hand to pull her towards him and hold her against his muscular abdomen.

“Was this all some sort of trick?” she asked.

“No,” he grunted, “but my animal instincts have picked up your scent, and I know you are ready for me, as I am for you.”

She could feel his engorgement press against her pelvis through his covering. She looked up at him, and his chiseled man-chest rose like a mountain above her. When he pushed back the hair from her neck she was startled at how firm yet soft his touch was. He opened the front of her dress and exposed her soft breasts to the warm air of the room and she was surprised that she enjoyed his reaction to her. In this small sliver in time, this large man-beast, this powerful king, was consumed with her.

She turned her back to him and bent herself over the table in front of him.

“Take me then,” she said, “from behind. Like this.”