Minotaur/Smoulder Gloryhole

Midnataur - Today at 10:07 AM
Sets up a glory hole

Smoulder - Today at 10:07 AM
sweats sweatingly

Midnataur - Today at 10:08 AM
Has more sweat that needs to be licked clean.

Smoulder - Today at 10:09 AM
Midna stop

Midnataur - Today at 10:09 AM
The hole is big enough for his heavy, leathery balls to peak through

Smoulder - Today at 10:09 AM
Midna stop

Midnataur - Today at 10:09 AM
So any slutty sissy could worship them with their mouth.

Smoulder - Today at 10:11 AM
Smoulder buries her face into the minotaur's massive, hanging sack, pressing her lips into the taut leathery skin. Inhaling deeply through her nose, the shortstack's mind immediately hazed over with the powerful salty musk that quickly invaded her senses, overloading her mind with the minotaur's dominating presence even on the other side of a wall.

Midnataur - Today at 10:14 AM
The hard, dripping, delicious flared minotaur cock throbs and drools precum above the dragon runt's head, the massive, thick length barely fitting through the hole without painfully squeezing against the sides. A low, powerful groan comes from the other side of the wall after Smoulder's face nuzzles against his manly balls, her head matching the size of just one of his musky cum filled orbs.

Smoulder - Today at 10:21 AM
Gasping lewdly, the dragon pressed her lips into the minotaur's left nut, unable to manage both of them at once with their sheer size. If the musk was overpowering to the senses, then the taste was mind breaking. The thick salty sweatiness had an indescribable taste of sex to it, making Smoulder eagerly begin deeply smooching the beast's sack. She almost starting making out with it; Smoulder got so deeply invested in worshipping just one of the minotaur's balls! Rolling her tongue out of her mouth, the dragon let it slide all over the massive sweaty orb, getting a deep taste with a lewd, lusty moan. The scent and taste were enough to make the dragon dripping wet, without even having to touch herself while she knelt subserviently before the glory hole. Her hands were much more occupied with fondling the spare testicle, making sure that it wasn't left out of the bountiful worship Smoulder was providing. The feeling of thick pre-cum oozing onto her body was just a reward, one that made the dragon shiver in delight, and push her face deeper into the minotaur's sack.

Midnataur - Today at 10:31 AM
"Nnnh." The minotaur didn't need to say a word to completely dominate the tiny dragon's will, turning her into a perfectly eager cum dump as soon as she saw his cock slowly slide through the hole in the wall. Her entire body was devoted to pleasing him as fully as possible, making up for the size difference by using her hands and long, salivating tongue as tools to show her devotion. So devoted was the dragon slut that she completely ignored the dripping arousal that told her to breed in order to feel, smell and taste as much of the Minotaur's manly, musky balls as possible. The light taste of sweat and unwashed hair was overwhelmed by pure pheromones, so intense that she'd lick the sections of the wall that his sack rubbed against if he were to pull away and deny her. Smoulder was making an effort to make out with the perfect orb that pressed against her face, her mouth wide open and her lips smearing drool across the musky skin. The stream of precum grew, starting to flood out in ropes against her back, some even shooting far enough to make small plip, plip noises when it hit the ground.

Smoulder - Last Wednesday at 11:10 AM
Reluctantly pulling away from the minotaur's massive endowment, Smoulder let her lips pop off of the gigantic nut with a lusty gasp for air, receiving a fresh lung full of minotaur musk. It made her head swim anew with delight, granting the dragon an erotic high that made her body feel tingly and sensitive. It was almost as good as the initial feeling of pressing her plump lips to his balls for the first time, making her fluids gush anew onto the floor between her legs. Unfortunately, the side she had been worshipping was starting to wane in it's delicious muskiness; Smoulder had effectively cleaned off one of the minotaur's balls, drinking down all of it's sweatiness and muskiness with an eager excitement. The same excitement made her plunge right into the next one, as she desperately seeked the same flavor, and the same surge of arousal within herself. Sealing her lips onto the taut skin of the beast's nuts, Smoulder groaned in absolute ecstasy as the familiar flavor of sweat and pheromones filled her body. Fuck, this could get addicting with how amazing it felt! The musk invading her mind made it feel so right, like she belonged here doing this! Every aspect of the shortstack's being was totally entranced by the minotaur; all she could sense at all was the monstrous slab of equine beastcock hanging over her. The taste and smell of hot, heavy musk clearly made Smoulder's head feel light with how horny it made her, but the sight of it's sheer size, almost as big as her entire body, as well as the raw, rough feeling of his sack in her hands? And the sound of splattering pre-cum on the floor behind her, made her own wetness intensify and contribute to the soft dripping wetness. The reality was quite simply that Smoulder's reality was only minotaur cock, and worshipping it with her entire being. Not that she was complaining, she was in absolute bliss servicing just his balls alone! Her mind only wandered in thinking about how the real shaft would taste, and how it would feel pulsing against her lips. Just imagining the taste of all that pre-cum running down her back, and onto the floor... It was enough to make her moan into his nuts while she served them, but even the sounds she made were dominated and muffled by the powerful minotaur on the other side of the glory hole.


Meidnabelle - Last Wednesday at 10:01 PM
The dragon was right, this mind-broken state of Minotaur worship could get addicting. The unwavering need for more of what Smoulder was feeling would probably take as soon as she felt the first rope of precum against her tongue. The preseed's intense drug pheromones would make her pupils dilate, and she would have no choice but to suck and flick at his bulging urethra to take as much of the muscle numbing pre that her stomach could hold.  "Nnngh. Fuck toy knows what she wants." The Minotaur's hips started to rock back and forth, smearing drool and smothering Smoulder's cheeks with every gentle thrust. His hard pelvis slapped against the wall of the glory hole, eager to feel as much of the toy he so quickly broke into his slave against his melon-sized balls as possible. Any slut that went straight for the balls like this instead of drinking the lewd, drug addled preseed directly from the tap was sure to know her place as a servant for her masters' horsecocks. And with the musk flooding her senses every time she as much as breathed in or had an uncleaned inch of ball hit her tongue, there was no question that she would be back for more as soon as her stomach emptied of his thick, bubbling load.
The scent of sex, sweat, and cum that made a warm sheen on the Minotaur's balls was enough for a fully grown succubus to start her path to addiction, but Smoulder was a tiny runt of a dragon, barely bigger than a newborn. Her body wasn't meant to take such heavy dosages of the Minotaur musk, completely full of its blissful effects even before tasting a single drop of the potent preseed. What she did taste and feel was a full, churning orb in her hands and against her lips and tongue that contained the powerful essence that she would soon learn to live for, dominating her need for everything else and turning her into a proper dragon cock sleeve. With every pulse of the Minotaur's heart, the sack tugged in her hands and mouth, pulling closer to the base of his cock while larger and larger loads bubbled beneath the surface. The dragon couldn't stop moaning in drug induced pleasure, even through her huffs to take in more of his ball musk, the need to voice her bliss as a ball cleaning servant was too strong to ignore. Her tongue was a wet, warm way to take as much of the musky taste of his sack into her body as possible, the whorish dragon taking her time making sure there was nothing left on his huge balls for her drool and soft hands to collect. Of course, she couldn't resist being as diligent in possible at cleaning him off, after the first lung full of musk hit her senses, she knew her place. She was exactly where she belonged, serving and pleasuring her entire world, a warm set of balls and a leaking, thick Minotaur cock.

Smoulder - Last Thursday at 11:01 AM
With each passing moment spent servicing the colossal Minotaur dick before her, Smoulder's thoughts became hazed and unfocused, unless she was thinking about the object of her worship. That was crystal clear, both because it was right in front of her eyes (and in her mouth) and because it was the only thing that was able to penetrate the thick lusty fog in her mind. The addictive properties of Minotaur cock was setting in quickly; making it all Smoulder was even capable of thinking of. And it felt soo good to think about it! Every time she visualized the giant expanse of equine meat, a jolt of pleasure shot through her body, making her shudder in delight. To heighten her musky high, Smoulder worked eagerly but slowly, dragging out the prolonged exposure to the Minotaur's raw, sweaty body. Thank goodness for her long tongue, it was almost a necessity to be able to stimulate just one of the beast's balls with their sheer size. Each lewd throb and tug from his heartbeat made Smoulder's own heart flutter, connecting the beast and it's new cocksleeve in body and spirit. After all, that's the only way the dragon could end up, completely dependent on her Minotaur master to gives her fresh doses of cum every day. Or, she thought, every hour. Why wait so long? Hell, why not whenever his refraction period was over... Her thoughts continued to wander as her tongue did, but never deviating from the beautiful member that was enslaving her completely. Swirling her tongue around the minotaur's sack until the familiar flavor of pheromones and salty sweat was gone, Smoulder groaned again in lusty need for more. Luckily, she knew just where to look, as she leaned forward more to press her face into the underside of the Minotaur's nuts. His taint was the perfect place to find plenty of it, the place the most sweat would build up during a long day of Minotaur things. Trapped between his scrotum and the softly pronounced bulge between his legs, the exquisite warmth and ridiculously heavy musk nearly made Smoulder cum on the spot. She looked like a complete slut as well, squirming and moaning just from having the minotaur's heavy balls resting on her face~! But that didn't matter now, all that mattered was getting more of that delicious taste and sensation of being dominated and submissive to her master. Flicking her tongue out on the underside of his balls, Smoulder let her tongue roll along the beast's taint, her eyes rolling back from how potent the flavor was down there. It was damp, and the heavy humidity of his sweat was all the dragon could breath in. It was all she could take in to her lungs, even more so than when her face was pressed into the front of his balls. The intensity was incredible, and nearly made Smoulder cum on the spot without even touching. Her lewd moans reflected that, the soft vibrations stimulating whatever areas of his taint that her tongue couldn't reach. Quickly losing control of her own desire, Smoulder licked hungrily at every bit of sweat and musk she could reach, gasping and moaning between each new round of breathing and licking. Her face felt hot, from the powerful heat radiating into her cheeks through the minotaur's body, and her own body going into a heat-like state of total arousal. Any control over it she had was gone, as she pressed her face nearly through the hole in a desperate effort to get deeper between his legs.
:heart:️

Meidnabelle - Today at 11:14 AM
This dragon really was something special. It was obvious this was her first time at the glory hole, there was no way the Minotaur would forget a tongue like that. Even if he couldn't see her cross eyed, blushing face, he could tell just from her slutty panting and extreme devotion to his balls that it only took one dose of his sweat and musk to make her addicted. Even with the extremely potent pheromones every Minotaur covers his body, cock, and balls with, it still usually takes a few rounds for his new fuck toy to become so dependent on getting more. But with Smoulder? She became an obedient slave to Minotaur cock after cleaning just one of his melon sized balls. The will-broken slut could have kept her place above Minotaurs, she was probably strong enough to kill him, but she quickly, and voluntarily, fell all the way down to that of a mind broken cum sleeve. Her worshiping was extremely thorough, every inch and sweaty wrinkle of each cum-filled orb was molested by the runt's over sized tongue, leaving him dripping with her thick drool. It was a shame she was too small to fit either one in her mouth, there was no doubt that the fuck toy would spend hours sucking and nibbling on it until it grew to a size that she couldn't pull away from. ...Maybe if she drained him well enough she could quickly fit one in her mouth before it churned with fresh cum. Then she'd be stuck choking and gagging on the growing ball while it filled with seed and musk. The Minotaur could wrap a belt around her torso and keep her attached to his leg while he hunted, a full, heavy ball keeping her head in place while her lungs and mouth were assaulted with heavy waves of sweat and musk from the most potent place on his body. And then there was the collar he gave to all of his fuck toys, a soft, absorbent leather with the words "Minotaur Fuck Toy" written on the front and a few latches to hold filled condoms.
...But none of that was running through the Minotaurs mind while Smoulder was worshiping between his legs, too busy growing his haze of lust from having his taint licked while his beautiful, flared cock was ignored up above. The slut was making all kinds of noises, loud huffs mixed with desperate, begging moans, all muffled against his musky flesh, the vibrations sending tingles through his lower body. Smoulder somehow nuzzled her way beneath his balls, letting the pounds of cum and freshly cleaned skin lay against her face while her tongue desperately sought out something that was still laced with Minotaur pheromones. The strong Minotaur's taint and backdoor both had a heavy sheen of sweat, the spots were both mostly ignored during any kind of routine cleaning, leaving them perfect for drug-addled runt's to fall further into obedience. Though the feeling of a warm tongue finding every last drop of sweat between his legs wasn't as physically pleasuring as having his balls made out with, the aspect of knowing there was a runt willing to go this far on her first session made the Minotaur grunt in satisfaction, a hand reaching down between his legs to rustle any of the hair he could reach through the hole without distracting Smoulder from her tonguing.
"Good fuck toy. Good."