BURSULISK

You can't help yourself.  Something about the powerlessness the basilisk instils in you turns you on beyond belief.  You don't struggle as the basilisk strides towards you, roughly pulls you to your feet, grabs your chin and forces you to look directly into its face.  You want to thank the creature for the privilege of staring into the spellbinding infinity of its grey eyes again.  The words freeze on your lips.You stare deep into the creature's eyes.  There really is an infinity in there, a grey fractal abyss which spirals upwards and downwards forever.  You want nothing more than to spend the rest of your life following it... when the basilisk's pupils dilate, and you feel its hypnotic compulsion press upon your mind, it is as if the universe itself is speaking to you, and you can no sooner resist it than a tadpole can an endless, grey waterfall.It takes several moments for you to realize it when the basilisk steps away from you.  You are free of its spell!  Except... you can't move.  You are standing there, gazing into nothing, and you can't move.  You can feel your arms and legs and the breeze on your skin, but the ability to do anything with them is simply not there; it's as if the nerve connections have been severed, leaving you utterly paralyzed.  The most you can manage is a raspy half-moan through your still throat. You can't even follow the basilisk with your eyes; although you can feel it; it gives you cause to moan again.Working briskly, the basilisk tears off your full platemail until you are entirely naked.  It then rummages through your pockets; it carelessly discards everything it finds without apparent interest.  It grabs a handful of gems from your purse and then prowls back to you.Staring into your eyes, the basilisk moves its smaller fingers onto your groin... and then stops.  It looks downwards, and then back into your face.  You aren't very good at reading lizard facial expressions, but the creature looks distinctly baffled.  Finally with a slight shake of its head, it slowly turns and leaves.  It has left you paralyzed and naked to the open air, your skin prickling from the exposure.  You can only hope that its spell will wear off, and before anything else in the mountain finds you...Time stretches by at an agonizingly slow pace as you stand there, a bizarre, motionless flesh statue.  You have no way of measuring how much time is passing; the sun is not in your direct line of vision.   You try to move any and every part of yourself in turn, but it is hopeless.  Your body is a cage, and you begin to hate the basilisk less because it paralyzed you and more because it left your mind entirely aware of it.  Every so often another unbidden backwash of erotic memories overwhelms your senses, keeping you helplessly aroused and reminded of who did this to you.You hear a deep, rumbling, snuffling sound from behind you, and the earth shakes as something big approaches you from behind.  Please not a minotaur, you think.  Anything but a minotaur.  Please not a minotaur...  Hands roughly grab your sides and a brutally powerful musk fills your nostrils as you groan in despair.The huge bull-man is not one to look a gift fuck in the mouth.  Without bothering to take you in, bar a long wet sniff of your flowing locks of black hair, he sticks his cock between your ass cheeks.  He grunts as he forces his head past into your sphincter, squirting precum into your passage as he does so.  Your body is incapable of clenching instinctively against the invasion, but there is no escaping how huge the dong feels as he impatiently forces your ass open.  You have lost your anal virginity.  The giant cock stretches you out painfully, and everything else blots out as your body attempts to accommodate the beast.  As he begins to thrust more of his length up you, he grunts and beads more of his drugged precum, lubricating your anus.  This thankfully makes his cock easier to take, but also increases the pace of his thrusting as your hole becomes more receptive to it.  You begin to pant from exertion and the overpowering sensation of the fuck as you feel first one ring and then a second push past your sphincter, then out again, then in and out as the minotaur picks up the pace.  As rut takes hold of him, he picks you up by your arms and uses his strength to force you up and down his dick, using you as a cocksleeve to sate his animalistic desires.  Your ass is slick with his precum by now however, and the drugged slime has bumped you upwards into a hazy high; only the height of his downward thrust when his dick is almost completely buried in your bowels are you brought out of it, the painful intensity of it dragging you down of your cloud with a gasp.Eventually the minotaur's balls swell against your compact, muscular butt and with a long, satisfied moo, it reaches its peak, holding you down so its cum jets forth deep inside you.  The sensual high it has already instilled in you amplifies by tenfold as the warm, oozing fluid finds its mark and you moan as you spontaneously orgasm, your anus helplessly milking the creature for all it can get.The minotaur holds onto you until he has finished spurting his last into you, before abruptly setting you back down on your frozen feet, pulling his slimy, receding member out of your abused anus and with a satisfied snort, takes his leave.  You feel his cum drooling out of you and down your curvy hips, but in your hazy, druggy state the feeling is almost sensual.Eventually, after another thirty or so minutes of being forced to stand there and savor the cum trickling down your legs, you find with great relief you can begin to move your fingers again. With some effort you manage to work power into each corner of your body and finally shake free of the basilisk's curse; quickly, you shake the aching out of your knees and redress before anything else finds you and woozily begin to make your way back down the mountain, trying to ignore the feeling of ooze dripping out of you.