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down, trying not to make noises like a cat in heat, as he licked
me over and over.  When my thighs started to shake, he changed
tactics.  Suddenly his lips latched on to the little nub that was emitting
such wonderful sensations, and he sucked and nibbled at it until my world
dissolved.  I let out a muffled shriek as my head exploded in ecstasy and
the world dissolved into darkness.
    ***
    And here’s an
excerpt from Mounted by the Minotaur , the story of a reluctant virgin
bred by the Minotaur of Crete!
    “But I’m a sworn holy
virgin,” I protested, even while my treacherous hand closed around the
throbbing cock.
    “I’ll be gentle,”
Tauros said, but his right hand gave the lie to his words as he squeezed my
small nipple between his big coarse fingers.  I gasped and writhed as
fiery passion awoke within me, and my ringed hand clenched instinctively around
his shaft for a moment.
    Tauros closed in to my
neck again, and when I tried to get away he grabbed the side of my head to pin
me against the wall.  His rough, slimy tongue darted out again, licking
slowly and sensuously up my neck.  The tip of the muscle curled in,
tickling my ear, and I shrieked and wiggled as the sensation drove wild
feelings through my whole body.  Tauros let me go for a moment, but a
moment later he was back, licking my neck and nudging his leg between my
knees. 
    “I — no, Tauros,
I can’t —“ I objected, pushing weakly at his hard torso.  His hands
slid down my sides, bunching up my linen shift, and his thigh slowly worked its
way higher between my legs.  I was trapped, and I moaned when his leg
jammed into my crotch.  My shift was riding high around my waist as I
wrapped my arms around the big creature’s neck.  I ran my fingers through
the short fur covering his bull’s head, luxuriating in how different it felt
from a man’s smooth skin. 
    “Mmm, Aldara, chosen by
Cybele,” the Minotaur purred, “let me breed you.  You know your goddess
would approve, Aldara.”  His hands yanked the linen shift up so he could
paw at my breasts.  “Let me fill you with my bull’s seed, little one.”
    “No!” I protested,
suddenly panicking.  “I’m a virgin!  I’m sanctified to Cybele! 
You can’t do this!”  I twisted frantically, ducked under his arm, and
bolted down the hall.  I could hear the Minotaur pounding behind me, and a
few strides later, his arms caught my waist.  I shrieked at the top of my
lungs and pounded at his monstrous head, but he swept my legs out from under me
and threw us both down to the stone floor.  He knelt above me, his huge
bull’s head blocking out the sun.
    I scooted backwards,
wailing, but his hands grabbed my legs and pulled me back toward him.  My
linen shift ran up above my waist again, and his fingers hooked around my
underwear and yanked my panties down to my knees.  “Hush, Aldara, I won’t
hurt you, but you smell so good,” the monster crooned as he revealed my sex.
    With one of his hands,
the Minotaur grabbed a fistful of my dress, pinning me down.  The light
coating of fur around my lips was wet, and his hand sent jolt of electricity
through my body as he ran the fingers of his other hand through it.  I
gasped as his big rough finger slid across my nub and plunged into my
depths.  His finger felt like it was the size of his fist as it violated
my sacred depths. 
    “No, nooo!” I
wailed. 
    He pulled his hand from
between my legs and sniffed deeply at it.  “But you are ready, little
heifer!  Your body is crying out to be bred!”  Tauros’s enormous pink
tongue darted out and wrapped completely around his shining finger.  He
moaned, a low and feral sound, then dropped his head between my thighs.
    His broad cow’s nose
was slick and wet as he forced my thighs apart.  I fought to keep my legs
together, but the Minotaur relentlessly shoved his head into my secret
spot.  That enormous tongue licked my pussy lips, then forced its way
between them into my