Minotaur King Dock

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With a dick that big and that hard at your disposal... you could do something that some might consider crazy, something with enough erotic potential that it makes your bestial canine dick even harder than the fuck-scent in the air and the nude, well-endowed figures before you.

The wildly flaring tip of the Minotaur King’s dick is neatly adorned with a nice, big cumslit, one that’s spread wide by pre-cum even now. It’s big enough to be a pussy. Bigger than some goblins’ pussies, you bet, and twice as wet looking. The three medial rings that stud the length between sheath and tip would make great grips for your hands, the better to hold onto while you literally fuck the exotic minotaur-dick. You briefly wonder if those extra rings make such cocks even more pleasurable to ride than the average equine prick, but you discard the thought as irrelevant.

You’ll be the one doing the fucking this time.

You grab the monarch’s masturbating hands and pull them from your prize, a task made easier by his physical exhaustion. He grumbles weakly, but when your fingers make contact, he abruptly goes quiet, realizing that someone else may do him the favor of bringing him off. Little does he know just what you have planned. His jet-black member is slicker than you would have thought possible, coated with layer upon layer of jism. Your hands feel buttery after the briefest contact, like you’ve dipped them in a vat of grease.

His bulging flare and unique anatomy help you to wrangle the rebelliously twitching boner, aiding you in holding still while you line foot-long, knotty bestial tool up with the dribbling slit. His flesh is hot in your hands, and his free-flowing fluids feel like bathing warm oil on your narrow tip. You tremble, awash in the delirious desire to thrust it home all at once, to impale this massive beast-cock on your smaller length in one massive stroke.

But you hold back for now, starting by gently easing your pointed tip into the welcoming embrace of the Minotaur King’s larger erection. He grunts in discomfort at the sensation, weakly craning his head up to watch you, but after a second he slumps right back down on the ground, moaning. He’s too turned on to care that you’re feeding inch after inch of your penis into his own; he’d accept anything that would get him off at this point. What a slut.

You waver momentarily, bathing your bestial puppy-cock and duo of basketball-sized nuts in the steady flow of pre that leaks around your dong, savoring this moment for what it is. You might not get another chance to do something like this once you take down Lethice, and you want it to be memorable. Grinning up at her, you mouth, “You’re next,” and resume feeding the rest of yourself into your cylindrical fucktube.

The inside is tight, blessedly tight, but so wet that you could probably slide two of yourself in side-by-side and still manage to enjoy yourself. You squeeze down with your fingers the moment you hilt yourself, cranking the pressure up another notch. The defeated beast-man’s heart is hammering, sending rolling waves of pneumatic pleasure through his cock-pussy, massaging you with his own excitement.

Feeling generous, or at least turned on enough not to care, you catch some of the drooling pre in your hand and slather it over the hulk’s glistening prong. A beast like this deserves to be rewarded for being so complacent, so you begin to fuck him and stroke him, working him to a simultaneous beat, stimulating his gigantic cock from inside and out. You swear, the sweltering fuck-tube is getting warmer, or at the very least wetter, like your animalistic dog-member could just melt into a puddle of ecstatic bliss.

Or maybe that’s just some of the royal brute’s druggy pre-cum backflowing into your own urethra. It’s hard to tell. You fuck him faster, grunting with the effort, plowing the rigid horse-dick with your own so hard that the cum-slut gapes sloppily when you accidentally pull out. You feed yourself right back in and resume humping, plowing this magnificent-smelling slut for all your worth. He’s so big and so virile, but with your smaller dick inside him, he’s little more than willing whore, desperate to be fucked.

You inhale deeply, filling your lungs with his potent pheromones, riddling your body with corrupted arousal as you pass the point of no return. You’re going to blow inside this beast-man’s cock and backfill his balls with a spunky surprise. There’s no avoiding it. Orgasmic pleasure is flooding your mind, demanding your hips slap hard into the blunted tip of your fuck-toy, urging you to impregnate the wet-and-willing orifice you’ve been presented with.

You cum like a firehose, spraying a deluge of sticky spunk straight down the minotaur’s cock. His body may have been ready to expel such flows, but never to take one in. He grunts in what you take for discomfort and stares in horror at the bulges of fluid disappearing into his sheath, spreading through his body and collecting in his balls. You can actually see his nuts swelling up with all the pumped-in sperm, absolutely bloated with the fruit of your loins. Hefting one, you feel the extra fluid slosh as you fill it, marvelling at your own virility.

[If player's cock is knotted]

When you try to pull out, there’s a problem: your knot. It inflated while you were cumming, and now that you’ve finished, it has expanded to lock you inside your unusual mate. No matter how you tug or pull, you can’t seem to extricate yourself from the cream-filled cow-man, and worse still, he’s starting to moan and squirm. Getting filled full of your spunk must have been more enjoyable for him than you thought.

The Minotaur King is moaning, and his cock is getting still harder in your hands, making it even harder to pull yourself free. Panicked now, you tug in vain, anything to get free before your cum and a wave of bovine beast-cum flows back into you. Your hooves slip in the puddled juices, and the surging bull’s member pulls you over onto his chest, still joined at the crotch. He catches you, holding you an angle so as not to damage either of your members, and then you feel it: pre-cum mixed with your liquid relief pushing back into your pre-drooling, knotted puppy-shaft.

Orgasmic pressure has reversed the liquid flow, and the moment his hips lift from the floor, carrying you with them, the pressure redoubles, turning your urethra into a minotaur cum pipeline. Some of your own is mixed in of course, but you’ve never had the alabaster jism applied to your body so directly. You sag bonelessly into the brute’s grip as he turns you into his personal twinkie. Your scrotum swells larger and larger, complete with the realization that your pair of basketball-sized balls are being transformed into spooge-filled balloons.

You should be alarmed or worried, but mostly you’re amazed by how good it feels. How great it feels to go limp in his powerful arms. How wonderfully warm and content his narcotic spooge makes your body feel. You drool on his chest, then lick it back up, savoring the salty, sweaty tang of it. Your mouth feels empty without his cock, but then you realize you can suck his nipple until his cock is free.

Minotaurs are so great. A fuzzy memory of some other desire tries to make itself known, but another buck of your bull’s hips has your head swimming and your body cumming. The pressure of your own ejaculation is nothing next to his of course. You doubt you could squirt anything out ever again. Your insides must be all stretched out with your lord’s love, but that’s fine so long as he uses you again. You can be his dribbly little spunksleeve.

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Pub: 27 Nov 2022 18:42 UTC
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