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Breeding The Minotaur, by Jezebel Rose

  In her  village, there was a bit of a price to pay for living there. In a little castle nearby lived an old minotaur. The minotaur was the son of many minotaurs and many village women. The curse was that every twenty years another woman would be sent to his castle to be bred with, and another minotaur was to be created. The woman would be sent back to the village once the child was born. Some never made it out. The last one never came back. She was scared for her. It had been forty years now, and if another woman didn’t show up, the minotaur was going to go down to the village and ravage as many women as he could until he was sure he’d get an heir… or at least that’s what people said. She always thought that was a little strange, you’d never been given a reason to be scared of the minotaur except for things people had said, and she really couldn’t be sure for herself whether or not he was so bad, but she acted afraid.

  Suffice to say when it was time for the volunteer to go and breed with him, she volunteered. Of course her  mother pleaded for she to stay, but she said she had to so that another innocent person wouldn’t have to. But that wasn’t the reason. She did it because she thought he couldn’t have really been that bad.

  Despite this choice, she was a little scared. How could she really be sure he wasn’t a terrible rapist?

  She made her  way up the staircase to his castle and opened the door. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that hurts her  ears and makes them ring, but that could have been her  nerves.

  But then she saw him. She spat at herself thinking he was attractive, the head and legs of a bull, but the strong, strong arms of a man, and a fine man at that. His broad chest was exposed through fine clothing, a suit fit for a king she thought, and black pants that cupped the cock that she knew would soon be in you. She was a little afraid.

  “Come, little one. Come see me. I won’t hurt you,” came the voice of the minotaur. 

  She obliged, but only barely. Something in her was inherently scared of him, though he seemed gentle enough and almost sweet.

  “What are you going to do with me?” she asked in a small voice, and he took her gently into a hug. “Whatever you want me to. I’ll even let you go if you want.”

  “You’re not going to deflower me like a savage animal?” she asked.

  “Of course not. I am, after all, half human. And from quite a long line of civilized people. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

  She remembered suddenly that the last girl hadn’t come back. “The last woman who came, she never returned to the village. What happened to her?”

  He stroked the fine hairs of his face as if he had a beard. “Ah yes, her. I told her the same as her, but she ran away. She did not want to stay with me. For nearly forty years I have lived alone in this castle, apart from my father. I have been very lonely. I only ask that she consider staying a while, just to give me some time to interact with another person. I am more man than beast.”

  Her heart cried out a little to her, and she wanted to stay. At least for a while. She thought about being completely alone for forty years. You’d only been alive for eighteen.

  “I want to stay,” she said to him.

  He looked overjoyed. “Really?”

  “Yes, I want to stay. Really. And,” she added, scared to continue, “she can use me to mate.”

  Her voice was uncertain, but she decided then and there she did. If she didn’t carry his child, who would?

  “I won’t ask you to if you don’t want to,” he said, but looking at the hot outline of his cock, she did. A lot.

  “Shall I show you around the castle first, and where you will be staying?” the minotaur asked.

  “Actually, I’m quite eager,” she said in a small voice. “I’m sure that if she had been waiting forty years you must be very pent up. But may I get your  name?”

  “Zurgas.” he said softly. “Are you sure you want to do that now? I can give you as long as you want to help you settle in-“

  “I shouldn’t make you wait,” she interrupted.

  Zurgas smirked something awful. “I’m not even hard,” he said, and looking, he wasn’t.

  She blushed and realized that even still, she wanted him. She had been fantasizing about being absolutely destroyed by his minotaur cock, picturing what it looked like and how it would feel inside her  virgin cunt.

  “I am,” she said, and it was true; her  nipples were swollen and hard, and she was beyond wet underneath her  dress.

  “Then perhaps you should be asking for your own benefit, little one.”

  “Fine, then deflower me. Shouldn’t you want to? That’s what everyone says, that all you want is to breed,” she said.

  “All I want is company, but I will not lie to you, it gets hard living alone with no one to take care of you in that respect,” he told you.

  “Then use me, I’m here for your benefit,” she said.

  “Let me show you to my room. It won’t be where you sleep, it’s improper not to give a lady her own space. But you can sleep here tonight if you’d like, or if you have a nightmare and need comfort, I’m here.”

  “Thank her, you seem very kind.”

  “I try to be,” he said with a warm smile, but there was lust behind it, something tangible.

  She followed him up the grand staircase to a luxurious room, one covered in tapestries of wars, triumphes, and above all else, a lingering hatred of minotaurs. They seemed to loathe themselves. She didn’t notice that right away, because Zurgas was undressing and he was hard, something her body wanted though it had never even taken a finger before.

“Should I undress too?” she asked, suddenly ashamed to be in the nude in front of a man – because that’s what he was: a man, even if he wasn’t fully on the outside.

  “You can undress whenever you’re ready,” he said, running a furry hand through her  hair soothingly.

  She immediately started undressing, undoing her  corset and her  layers of dresses until she was just in panties and a brassiere, and he was eyeing her sweetly. His hand came down to feel his hard cock, he palmed at it and a bassy growl came from his chest, turning her on brilliantly. She longed for things she had never had before.

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