18+ Corruption of Champions: Minotaur Ride

You roll the barely conscious beast over, lifting his ass up above his knees. The loincloth flops open, giving you a perfect view of his hardening member. In most ways it looks like a horse’s dick, though it seems to be textured with multiple rings of prepuce along its length. The scent boiling off that marvelously thickening endowment is pleasant yet musky, and overpoweringly strong. Glancing back at you with hope in his eyes, the minotaur’s flat-tipped horse-member twitches as he lays his gaze upon your fuck-hole.

With a quick shove, you roll the panting minotaur onto his back, exposing his pulsing towering bestial horse-shaft to the open air. A simple flourish later, you peel back your leather armor segments to expose your very loose fuck-hole, already wetter than usual from the scent in the air. You walk forward, straddling the oblivious minotaur as he masturbates furiously, muscles bulging with exertion and covered in sweat. Your eyes zero in as a dollop of pre escapes his ribbed horse-like member, locating the source of the scent.

Restraint evaporates as you lower yourself, your aching very loose, wet pussy desperate for contact. Your thighs quiver as you touch his wobbling column of maleness, the slick pre-cum soaking into your engorged clitty, filling it with tingling warmth. Oblivious to the apparent size difference, your body pushes downwards, your knees giving out, forcing his flared head against your cooter roughly. The need to be speared on the beast’s meat is overwhelming urged on by constantly leaking pre-cum currently pumping into your love-canal. With strength born of unnatural lust, you grip his flanks and drive yourself downwards, feeling yourself stretch painfully as you take in his length.

At last you feel the minotaur’s meaty hands grab you by the girly thighs, forcefully grinding up and down along his length like a cheap sex-toy. Every ridge of his towering bestial horse-shaft presses tightly against your walls, smearing more of his wondrous pre-seed into your body with every stroke. The minotaur picks up the pace, heartbeat thudding through his rigid meat, making it convulse and vibrate as he slams you down on it over and over again. You feel his balls twitching against your ass as his cock visibly thickens, bulging out at the base and slowly fattening inside you until it feels fit to burst. With a throaty roar he cums at last, fountaining seed directly into your womb. Your eyes roll back as it fills you, swooning as you feel the liquid pleasure seeping into you. Your cooter clamps down, trapping his seed inside, his orgasm dragging on as his balls begin to shrink. The copious fluid fills your womb, distending your belly painfully. The minotaur gives one last powerful spurt, the force pushing you off his distended equine prick, just as you both reach total sexual satisfaction.

He passes out with a contented sigh, balls shrunk down to the size of baseballs and his cock still dribbling cum. You pull yourself to your feet unsteadily, drunk with pleasure as you stagger away, clamping your gaping, wet fuck-hole down unconsciously to hold in his wonderful seed.