#minotaur romance

[monster-disaster]

I don't ask for much, just a minotaur!boyfriend who helps with the grocery bags and fucks me on the kitchen table as a thank you because I bought his favorite ice cream.

[authordanielleforrest]

Chased by the Minotaur

He’s acting like a frickin’ virgin.

She froze at the thought.  

Maybe he was? He was lonely, alone, never seeing anyone but his nephew and criminals. What opportunities would he have for sex in that situation? She couldn’t imagine any.  

She looked over at him, still looking away shyly, and saw him in an entirely new light. He looked big, but there was an awkwardness to him as well, like he didn’t know what to do in this new situation. It reminded her of a teenager, but somehow she doubted he was that young.

They could sit down somewhere, talk, get to know each other, but after the fantasies she’d had back on her ship and some of her thoughts down in this maze, that wasn’t really her first inclination. Instead, she wanted to explore his body, get to know him in the most Biblical sense possible. He was stacked, with big muscles everywhere, and she was desperate to know what his fur felt like. It was thinner and finer across his abs where she’d initially touched him, but it was thicker elsewhere, and the not knowing was killing her.

But she wouldn’t cross a boundary without his permission. Touching him briefly like that had probably already been a bit much, but she hadn’t been thinking of it in a sexual way at the time. Now, she was.

“What’s you name?” she blurted out, because if she was contemplating sex with him, she absolutely wanted to know what name she should be screaming.

“Taurus.”

“You’ve… gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Again, his brows furrowed, and she suspected he was confused.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”  She took in a breath and sighed. “Okay, here goes. I would like to have sex.” She almost cringed when she said it. It was the most brazen, direct thing she’d ever said in her life, but she wasn’t sure how else to broach the subject without potentially crossing some unseen cultural boundaries.

“What’s that?”

He… didn’t know what sex what?!

“Sex? It’s…” How the fuck do I describe sex? She had never really thought about having kids, so the birds and bees conversation wasn’t really one she was prepared to have now. “Um, it’s, I guess, the act of giving or receiving pleasure. I don’t know. I’ve never had to describe it before.”

“Can you… show me?”

Her eyes bulged. “Yes?” she squeaked out, embarrassing herself. She cleared her throat. “Can you drop your pants?”

His brows furrowed again, but his hands reached for the front of his pants, and a moment later, they were sagging around his knees.  

He was… breathtaking. He had a thick pelt on his legs that she desperately wanted to run her fingers through, which led up to his groin where the fur thinned and eventually disappeared. His penis dangled long and thick between those powerful legs, looking remarkably normal in spite of its size.

Sadie stepped forward, indulging herself by digging her fingers into the fur on his legs, massaging the muscles there and slowly but surely working her way north. It was too much of a pain to look him in the eye from this position, so she instead paid attention to his body language. Every time he leaned into a touch. Every time he clenched his muscles or pulled back.

When her hands finally reached the promised land, her fingers not quite touching that intimate flesh, she made the effort to lean back so she could see his face and make eye contact. “Is this okay? Do you want me to continue?”

He nodded, his eyes wide and practically glowing.

She smiled, then leaned forward again, this time curling her fingers around his base. He was so tall, it was surprisingly comfortable to do this while standing. She worked her hand up his length, twisting as she went, exploring his every contour to see what he seemed to like. He was alien, after all. She couldn’t rely on what humans enjoyed.  

By the time she made it to his head, he was already hard and leaking pre-cum, and… bigger, thicker, heavier. She had to use both hands just to hold him because, especially with the copious creamy liquid leaking out of him, she just couldn’t get a good grip otherwise.  

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[shaymacmorran]

I've finished this, in that I'm going to stop messing with it. :P

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[monstersandmaw]

A Star in the Dark - A retelling of the Minotaur of Crete story (m. minotaur x f. character, 3rd person, Chpt. 1, sfw)

Since there was some interest on Discord in seeing this WIP, here is chapter one in its entirety for Patreon supports of all tiers. 

Content: A young woman is given by her parents to be sacrificed to the monster in the labyrinth, and finds that maybe there's more to the Minotaur than she'd been led to believe. Passing mention of the death of a close friend in the past, and the practice of human sacrifice to the gods. 

Wordcount: 4161

Looking forward to your thoughts on this one! I'll probably put the whole story up on Tumblr at some point in the future, and so far I've got two and a half chapters, plus a few snippets, written. 

A salt-fresh wind swept in off the sea and set the flames of a hundred bronze braziers dancing across the flagstones in the fading light.

Those small fires guttered and roared in the gusting wind, and the young woman’s grim pretence at courage wavered. Ahead of her on a wide, half-moon platform that stretched like a stage devoid of all its players, seven shallow steps led down into the earth.

The walls of the narrowing staircase were faced in smooth, pale masonry, and the downward path seemingly ended at a sheer, vertical wall facing the steps, with no door or entryway onwards. Instead, the end of her journey would begin at the square of utter darkness that waited in the floor where an eighth step would have been, gaping and blank like the maw of a newly dug grave.

Barefoot, the grit beneath the soft soles of her feet dug into her skin, and the same wind that made the flames dance pulled at the folds of her undyed, linen peplos to send undulating ripples through the thin fabric. Goosebumps prickled along her arms and legs. The gold bracelets that adorned wrist and ankle did nothing to warm her and the wind snuck its fingers into the elaborate coils of her long, dark hair, unwinding them and freeing them from the golden net that had held them all in place.

She’d been made up to look like a bride, but instead of a wedding, she walked through the pageantry of her own funeral. She wished bitterly that those coils of hair atop her head would turn to snakes and strike at the two men walking three, silent paces behind her with their bronze spear tips levelled at the small of her spine.

Overhead, a line of ochre-red smeared across the sunset sky like a bloody finger painting, and the copper disc of the sun stained the sea a dark, murex purple as dusk gathered around the cliff-top palace, and her last moments in the light of Helios drew to a close.

The monumental limestone masonry of the royal palace shone out of the dusk like pale bone, and a woman with a kithara wailed shrilly to the insistent beat of seven great drums, their rhythm a second heartbeat in her ears.

Incense, thick and cloying, twisted through the air from the braziers and it burned her throat and lungs and made her eyes water as she passed them. She blinked away the tears that formed; they were not for these people, and she would not let them see her afraid. Behind the incense, the faint scent of jasmine and honeysuckle floated past her from a distant palace garden that she would never see.

Upon the top step of seven, she faltered to a halt, shaking despite her desire to be brave; to bear the humiliation with stoic dignity. Hurt and grief curdled inside her with the last of her sputtering courage, and on impulse, she turned sharply to look back over the gathered folds of material at her shoulder, dark eyes wide and glassy with terror. The searing lance of betrayal that had been broken off somewhere in her ribs was now lodged there forever.

There, among the onlookers, she could see her stoop-shouldered father, with his wildly curly hair blowing around his head, and his tanned skin like leather after so many years under the fierce Cretan sun, his hands rough and strong and always gentle. He’d shown her how to hold a chisel and a mallet, how to split seasoned timber with wedge, mallet, and axe, how to pull the draw-knife across its surface, how to use a lathe to turn wood, and how to cut the joints in a chair so they would fit together perfectly. He’d even shown her how to carve winged sirens into the prows of the new ships and how to tease the shape of a spoon out of a section of wood without slicing her own thumb off.

She’d played in the shipwrights’ yard since she’d been old enough to toddle away from her mother and bring her father his midday meal. She’d laughed and learned along with the apprentices, outshining some and learning from others, until the day she’d nearly lost her index finger to the careless stroke of a chisel, and her mother had called her back to the house to spin and weave instead. In the wavering light of the braziers that lined the short path to her own personal Tartarus, she glanced down at the pale scar in her sun-bronzed skin and ran the pad of her left thumb over the silver line at the knuckle of her index finger where sensation existed only in her memory.

She willed that numbness to bloom out across her body, but her pain burned too brightly and too hot to be doused, and she ground her teeth. Her father couldn’t meet his daughter’s dark eyes across the empty stretch of gritty ground between them, but her mother held her gaze, unflinching.

The music seemed to fade as mother and daughter stood locked in distant, grim, resentful silence.

King Minos and Queen Pasiphaë stood on a raised dais somewhere off to her right, wreathed in embroidered, purple silks and dripping with gold, but she had no eyes nor time for them. It was because of the conceit and hubris of King Minos that she was being sacrificed to the monster below the palace, and because her mother had refused to take a ship and sail away with her that she was standing there now.

Cold, hard eyes spoke only of the desire for her daughter not to shame her. To go with dignity to a death that was, after all, to honour Poseidon. Of course, her parents would be well compensated by the king for their ‘gift’, but as all the misty possibilities along the path of her life were snuffed out like so many tiny candles, she couldn’t muster anything but contempt for her parents.

“I’m your daughter!” she yelled at her mother, her voice cracking as she fought the urge to double over against the pain. The agony of their betrayal clutched and clawed at her insides, the imaginary blade twisting deeper. “How could you? I’m your daughter!”

She hardly recognised her mild-mannered father as he just lowered his gaze to stare at the stones beneath his sandals. Beside him, her mother just kept on staring, her face like a statue at a shrine to discipline.

“I’m your daughter,” she whispered, the words inaudible to all but the two guards who began to steer and poke her down the steps like a cow to slaughter. “That’s all I am to you people,” she said, the words lost. “I’m not even human.”

The men exchanged a look as they neared the end of the stairs, but she couldn’t read it; couldn’t think.

She was about to die, to be torn to bloody shreds by teeth and monstrous hands, perhaps impaled on the horns of the bull-headed monster that rampaged below the palace, foaming and furious in his own imprisonment, and all while they held their stately banquet above and congratulated themselves on their own cleverness for appeasing Poseidon with a little virgin’s blood. And all for an insult dealt to the god almost three decades ago.

Well, at least she wasn’t a virgin.

Would the monster know? Would Poseidon care? Would the god even notice when the thread of her life was cut?

At an impatient flick of the king’s fingers, the two guards stepped forward as one. Their glinting, bronze spear points finally made contact and jabbed through the fabric at her hips, pricking two bloody points in the skin that bloomed like red eyes in the pale linen. She felt nothing. Her heel missed the lip of the opening into the earth, and she toppled backwards with a wordless shriek. Her arms and limbs flailed, and the shadows of the labyrinth reached up and consumed her.

She had promised herself she wouldn’t scream.

When she’d sat in the painted chamber in the royal palace, its walls adorned with lurid frescoes of figures leaping bulls and topless women emptying black amphorae into channels in the earth that had made her think of the runnels of blood in a butcher’s shop; when her hair had been combed and oiled and placed in its glinting net; when she’d had perfumed oil dabbed at the hollow of her throat, the inside of her wrists, onto her nipples, and, especially repulsive to her racing imagination, down between her legs; when she’d been told it was an honour to be deemed a worthy sacrifice to the monster stalking in his unending paths of dark nightmare: she had made an oath to herself that she would not scream. She would shame them with her silence. One last act of defiance.

Yet as she plunged backwards through the rush of foetid black emptiness, she screamed long and loud.

The sound tore itself free from her throat, raw and ringing in her ears as she plummeted down and down and down through the darkness that filled the shaft. The sky became a square of distant starlight that diminished as she fell.

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[wickedfelinaxo]

Couldn’t resist showing off my new Ruby Dixon book. It’s so pretty and I can’t wait to read it!

[authordanielleforrest]

Not gonna lie, I seriously thought of the book Morning Glory Milking Farm...

Wait... there's a drink? Really? Shocked!

[davinawritings]

How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat

Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging

- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.

- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.

- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.

- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.

- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.

- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.

- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[monster-disaster]

[minotaur] Boss

minotaur!Boss x human!Reader Good to know: blowjob

Summary: You have a job interview with Boss.

A/N: Let's go back to the pub we visited here and here.

The silence following the minotaur's words is deafening. His deep voice echoes in your suddenly empty head. Even the world feels frozen and motionless just like you. Your eyes are wide open, your lips dry, and your spine is straight and rigid against the back of the chair. Your shocked voice breaks the silence when you find the power to force it out of your chest. "Now?" Your gaze follows the small tug of his thin lips. The thick golden piercing in his nose shines under the dim light of his office. "Do you have anything else to do?" He asks. His question is almost mocking. A silent laugh shakes his broad shoulders. The black shirt he wears stretches on his upper body. The thin fabric does nothing to hide his stomach and the hard plates of his chest. "No." You have to clear your throat. "No." "I'm waiting then," he says, pushing himself away from the wooden desk separating you two. You can still feel the amusement in his words. He is waiting for you to run for the hills, you are sure of it. A small, determined frown pulls on your brows as you scowl at the air in front of you. Your chest heaves with a deep breath before you stand up and put your bag on your previous seat.

If he wants you to prove yourself, who are you to say no?

His gaze is heavy and burning as you approach him and stand between his spread legs. His jeans stretch around his trunk-like thighs. The bulge between them looks uncomfortable. "I'm waiting," he hums, pushing his hips forward to the edge of his chair. You force your eyes up to his face. "Then wait a bit more." The male smirks at your grunt. So you can be feisty, he thinks with a hint of satisfaction. His half-hard cock jerks at the new discovery.

Without another word, you drop down on the ground. The wooden floor is hard and uncomfortable under your knees. Your hands are a bit shaky as you place them on his legs, slowly moving them up on his thighs. You can feel the movement of his muscles under your palms.

You can do it, you tell yourself. You knew about the pub even before you came in a few days ago because of the advertisement taped on the door. You knew your job would be more than serving drinks and handling drunk idiots.

You caress his thighs, letting your nails dig into the rough fabric of his jeans and enjoying the thick flesh under your touch. His legs spread open even more, and you have to hide your smirk. He is not as unresponsive to your presence as he wants to show it. Your hand lands on the obvious tent in front of you, but you take your time. You palm his cock through his trousers, trying to feel his shaft and find out what waits for you under the fly of his pants. "Girl," he grunts. Impatience twitches his muscles as he watches you. You can't help but smirk at the slight warning in his gruff tone. "What?" You ask back teasingly, looking up at him as you lean closer and lick over the obvious tent. The armrest creaks under his hold. Of course, he can feel nothing because of his jeans, but even the sight of you licking him through his pants is enough to make his cock jerk with anticipation.

A relieved sigh leaves his chest when you have mercy on him and open his trousers. The tip of his cock almost hits you on the nose when it pops out. The male can't help but smirk at the shock on your face.

"If it's too much for you, I understand, little girl," Boss says, not even hiding the mocking in his words. He does this on purpose, and when you scoff, he laughs. That's what he wanted to hear.

Your fingers are not even long enough to grab the base of his shaft fully. Your thumb moves up and down on a thick vein for a few seconds as you try to get used to the sight of his cock. He is thick and heavy in your hand, and there is a piercing at the top similar to the one he has in his nose. The gold glints under the lights.

"Did it hurt?" You ask him, still staring at the jewelry. "Worth it," he grunts, watching your hand moving up and down on his shaft while you scoot closer between his thighs. Your warm breath fans over the tip of his cock. It glistens with his pre-cum. The male smirks with satisfaction at your expression as you still stare at his erection. You are surprised and amazed. You've never seen a minotaur so close before. The base of his cock is thicker than your wrist, and the head is bulbous with the piercing hanging underneath it. The golden jewelry is soaked in his juices. "Come on, girl," Boss breaks the silence after a while, pushing his hips up a bit to pull you out of your cock-trance. "You will see it enough times if you get the job."

Both of your hands are around his length, stroking him up and down as you lean closer and let the tip of your tongue meet his cock. You can't even call it a proper lick, but it's enough to make the broad male grunt in front of you. "Girl," he warns you again, gripping the armrest of his chair. The wood creaks in his hold. "Hm?" You hum teasingly but don't bother with words as you twist your hands around his cock. Your fingers graze up and down on his velvety skin, smearing his pre-cum all over his length. Flicking the piercing with your tongue, you watch him exhale through his nose. It's dark brown, matching the soft fur covering his whole body. The hair at the top of his head is slightly darker. His horns point at the ceiling with a slight curve.

"Show me how much you want this job." His salty taste spreads over your tongue as you lick over the bulbous head of his cock, teasing the small hole. With a hiss, Boss lets his head fall back on the headrest. Your mouth is tight and wet on his cock, as you try to not choke yourself with his erection. One of his hands lands on the back of your head. His palm is warm and huge in your hair. "Fuck," the minotaur growls when he feels your tongue licking along a vein on the underside of his cock. His hips move on their own accord. He bucks into your mouth, making you gag and spit on his length. Your lips are shiny with your saliva, and his cock is soaked in your drool and his pre-cum. Tears run down from the corner of your eyes as he keeps you on his cock, making you swallow him some more. Your nails dig into the hard meat of his thighs. There is no way you can take him into your mouth fully, the tip of his cock is already kissing the back of your throat while your hand pumps him at the base. "Now," he groans with a smirk on his lips. "That's a pretty sight, no?" Your lips are stretched around his cock as you drool around him, and your eyes are teary and half-closed. You suckle on his cock, flicking the piercing every now and again as you gulp down around him. His cock pulses in your warm channel and his heavy balls twitch every now and again, ready to cum and flood you with his seed. "I knew you would look good with a mouth full of my cock."

Boss almost laughs at the sight of you. Not even twenty minutes ago, you were almost shocked at his request to suck him off, and now you kneel between his thick legs, cock-drunk. Saliva drips down in his shaft and your chin, making a mess all over. Your tongue swipes along the edge of the tip of his cock, and he growls every time you reach his golden piercing.

For a second, he plays with the thought of throwing you onto his desk and fucking your wet cunt until you fall apart on him, but he has no time for it. You on your knees, gulping down on his cock have to be enough for now.

"I'm gonna cum, girl," he warns you, not letting your head out of his grasp as he keeps you on his cock. He can almost see the bulge at your throat as you take him deeper.

Fuck.

"Swallow it down, and you have the job," he says between clenched teeth. "Show me how much you want this."

Your eyes are wide and slightly red as you look up at him while he shoots his seed into your mouth. Your jaw aches, and your throat is already sore as you gulp, trying to keep his warm cum in your mouth, but a few drops still spill down from the corners of your mouth. His shaft pulses in your hand, and you are almost sure he gets bigger in your mouth with each spurt. By the time his cock softens, you are soaked in your own drool and his cum.

Boss cups your chin, tilting your head up to have a better look at you while his lips tug into a smirk full of promises. "We have to practice some more until you can swallow down everything I give you, no?"

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[authordanielleforrest]

Tit for Tat

He pulled back slightly, earning him a new protest, but he had no intention of staying away for long. He was just too tall for this to work in their current positions. Even on his knees, he was too tall, so in one smooth motion, he lifted her into the air, throwing her legs over his shoulders. She flailed for a moment before finding her balance, her back pressed against the wall.

And before him was his prize. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen before, and a wave of curiosity overtook him, inspiring him to reach out and touch once more. Her flesh glistened here, and he couldn’t help smiling as he finally got to see what he’d been thrilling in touching only moments before. It reminded him of the flowers his nephew occasionally brought, beautiful and open to the world.

But then he remembered why he was getting this view, and he pulled his hand back, giving himself room to lean in and take his first lap at that juicy goodness.  

He wasn’t disappointed.

He couldn’t quite describe the flavor, but it was like he suspected ambrosia would taste. It was manna, and he couldn’t resist leaning in for another taste, his tongue dragging over every crevice of that divine slit. She tensed, her body leaning into his tongue as he reached the top, that spot he’d been touching with his finger earlier, and he started paying particular attention to that spot again, only deviating when he wanted another hit of her juices, which seemed to be coming from a spot lower down.

As he kept on, her hands dug into his hair, pulling at it viciously, while her thighs clamped down around his ears, hampered only slightly by the massive horns rising from his head. Her noises became increasingly urgent, driving his tempo as he worked the two of them into a frenzy.  

And it was a frenzy, because he could feel his own need pulling at his sanity. He felt almost lightheaded, and he suspected that all that blood that should be in his head was currently pounding away happily between his legs. He wanted so desperately to feel again what this amazing woman had given him only moments before, but she wasn’t done yet, and she tasted so good, and it felt like madness to stop, but insanity to keep going.  

Damned if you do.

Damned if you don’t.

He growled under his breath.

And as if in response, she screamed, her body jumping with whatever she was feeling, and he had to change his grip on her just to ensure she didn’t fall to the ground and crack her head open.  

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[shaymacmorran]

Listen. So I read @hattie.jacks new release, “Alien Minotaur’s Prize” (Starlight Brides Series) this evening… and I started wondering what a baby Minotaur would look like. Honestly? Idk if it’s the cutest OR most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen. 🙃 The point is, now I’ve made it YOUR problem, so. Enjoy! Also, check out Hattie’s new book! 🐮❤️🤷‍♀️

[dark-moonlust]

Imagine your Minotaur boyfriend who loves cockwarming so much that whatever you do, he always finds an excuse to thrust up in your pussy and stay inside you, hard and warm. He doesn’t want to cum, he only wants the security and warmth of you. You go shopping? He’ll drag you in the changing room and thrust inside you, begging you to keep him warm for a few minutes. Eating together? He’ll have you sit on him and his raging dick, feed you as if he’s not buried balls deep inside you. At work? Again, he’ll have you sit on his lap, cock thrust up your depths while resuming his work as per normal. But his favorite is at night because he gets to have his cock in your pussy so damn long. His thick monstrous cock stretching your pussy, staying hard all night, you belly bulging. And he sleeps like a baby. Because he needs your pussy to keep him warm and functioning.

This imagine has turned into a series called “Cockwarming Minotaur”. Find it here.

[monstersflashlight]

Here me out...scientists looking at fem!human lab rat getting fucked by a bunch of different monsters to study the different reactions of both the Monsters and the human 👀

We have serious mental issues guys...

Hi anon! We don't have mental issues, just great imagination.

When you applied for a job at a lab facility, you weren't expecting to be a monster's fleshlight. The job application specified absolutely nothing about it apart from saying you needed to be okay working with other species. And well, you were okay with that.

But the first day on the job, you found yourself being asked a bunch of weird questions, some of them very specific in its sexual nature. You didn't know what was happening, but you weren't too worried about it, what could happen? Maybe you should have asked.

When they finally explained to you that you'd be fucked by a bunch of different monsters and then you'd record a short video explaining how it felt and if you'd do it again, it was too late to back down. Not that you wanted to. You'd always been a bit of a freak, and seeing some other monsters at the facility only made you crave a different kind of experimentation. So it was like a match made in heaven. Or so you thought.

At first it was all good, they introduced you to the experiment with some aliens with a ridged dick and nice long fingers that made you come so many times you had to be helped back to your room after, your knees trembling and your pussy sore. The aliens were the same species as the scientists leading the research, and you wondered if he would join. He didn't the first day. They discovered you could be fucked multiple times by multiple dicks and still come.

The second day an orc and a minotaur appeared. Their dicks were pretty similar, and you had a great time riding both of them until you were filled to the brim over and over. That day they discovered that you could experiment what they called "cum inflation", your stomach distended because of the amount of cum shoot inside of you. You had to sit down and let the researcher finger everything out of you. He looked detached to it, but you came against his fingers once again.

The tentacle monster on the third day was fun. His big reproductive dick pushed into your hole as little tentacles played with your body. It was a weird sensation, but a good one. That day they discovered you could be stimulated at multiple points and that would make you come harder.

It continued like that for a few days, some monsters weird, some okay, but overall, it was such a great experience that the next day you were already dripping and hot when the werewolf entered. He stretched you with his claws and long tongue until you were crying out, just to push his fat dick inside of you until you were falling apart around him. Just to push his huge knot inside your dripping hole. You squirted all around him, making him laugh and a worried scientist come check on you.

The scientist could could have stopped everything that was happening, could have told the werewolf it was over... but instead he pinched your nipples as he pushed his alien dick in your mouth until you were gagging around him and his hips were fucking your face. It shouldn't have been as hot as it was. You came again, and again... And by the end of that session you were showered in alien and werewolf cum. You loved it.

They didn't discover anything that day, but you discovered your alien researcher had a bit of a thing for you, and he's like to explore it further.

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[monstersholygrail]

Dinner is served

Pairing: Minotaur husband x fem!reader — oral (f! receiving), horn stimulation, cum eating, aftercare

You always figured yourself to be a traditional person. You know, you wanted the husband, the house, the white picket fence. The whole nine yards.

You had also always gone for the traditional man. Big muscles, tough and strong, a protector and a provider. It was the type you always tended to gravitate toward.

Your ex had been that kind of person. The kind of man who expected dinner and a stiff drink waiting for him as soon as he got home. For a while you enjoyed it, taking care of someone. But eventually you realized that while you took care of him, he never took care of you.

Now you still prefer a nice traditional guy. Your new husband is just as traditional, preferring dinner to be ready and waiting as soon as he comes home.

Only now the meal is you.

Minotaur husband comes to walking into your shared home, hooves booming against the wood floors due to his size. He lifts his nose and breathes in a long whiff. A heavenly mixture of your scent and his comes rolling into his nose and he shudders.

Walking into the dining room he's disgruntled to find you not where he expected you to be. With his impatience simmering he calls out your name.

"Why isn't dinner on the table?" He adds, his voice rising in order for you to hear him, wherever you were off too. You come prancing in a moment later, the dress you're wearing providing him easy access.

"Sorry! It was a nightmare getting this thing on," you tease, falling into their waiting arms and rising onto your toes for a kiss. Your husband responds immediately with a fierce determination to consume you. His claws squeezing at your soft hips and pulling your small body into his ginormous stature. You shiver at the way he so easily surrounds you. How he could so easily crush you yet you've never felt safer than when you're in his arms. A smirk plays on his lips as you two break away.

"Well, get on up there," he says through gritted teeth in attempts to hide how eager he is to devour his meal. His hand slides down, giving your ass an appreciative slap. A small yelp leaves you as you fall to your feet.

Tossing him a scolding look, you head deeper into the dining room. Hopping up on the table and reclining. You watch your husband walk past you, his gaze very much intent on one thing. As he sits down at the head of the table, your legs automatically widen for him, resulting in a gruff snort of praise.

With his claws digging gently into your thighs, your husband dives right in, his long thick tongue splitting your folds open with ease. You cry out, gripping the table as he feasts on your cunt. His slobbering tongue lapping up your essence before delving deeply in your walls.

A short gasp of pleasure breaks through you and your hands shoot out, gripping the base of your husband's horns. Your Minotaur husband moans, hips jolting, and causing his bulge to nudge the underside of the table. You tighten your hold on his horns, shrieking as the table rattles below you.

"That's it. Hold on tight," your husband growls against your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit. You whimper loudly as he continues his feast with a feral vigor, tongue fucking you that he's been counting down the minutes till he could get between your legs. And you're sure he was.

His broad tongue reaches deep inside you, caressing your g-spot with every thrust. Your moans rise in frequency, another ripping out of you with every swipe of his tongue that consumes you.

Before you know it you're gushing on his tongue, using your grip on his horns to burry him in your pussy so you can grind on his face. Your husband grunts out his pleasure, making sure to swallow every bit of your release and lick up every drop he might've missed.

You shake against the table, your high still moving through you in waves. But your hands slide down to cup his dampened cheeks as he raises his head to look at you, gaze still sparking with lust.

His hands massage as your legs in attempts to calm the tremors. He looks over your weakened state and knows he should wait. Besides, he can't fuck you on a dining room table again. This is the tenth one he's bought in three months, the salespeople practically know him by name at this point.

"How about I start on the rest of dinner while you calm down, love?" He asks, the rumble in his voice filled to the brim with restrained need. He goes to stand up when he sees your pouting face.

"Take me with you?" You ask gently, your voice croaking slightly. Your husband's heart melts and there's no way he can deny you. Not that he'd ever decide to spend time away from you anyway when given the choice.

He scoops up your pliant body in his arms with ease. Your weight absolutely nothing to a man of his size. He keeps you huddled against the short fur of his body as he heads into the kitchen where he'll cook you both dinner as you sit all pretty on the counter. Only helping when you want.

[slightly-knot-insane]

a/n: Still thinking about that farmer minotaur really want to write him soon

What if you saw him through your bathroom window while you were taking a bath...

This unusually positioned attic window is barely reaching your eyes, but the bottom part of the frame goes as low as your knees. What were your grandparents thinking making it like this?

While you sit in the bathtub, relaxing and scrubbing away the worries of the big city, you can perfectly see your neighbor's field. It is a clear and hot autumn day, and the crops are golden. Your minotaur neighbor is driving his large and noisy tractor and he is approaching the corner of his field nearest to your house. You don't recognize him. His too long bangs are stuck to his sweaty forehead and covering his eyes. The vehicle is shaking but you can clearly see he is in an unbuttoned flannel shirt. His very large pecks are trembling too, jumping up and down with his machine.

Oh he's cute. You stand up, almost hypnotized by curiosity, and exit the bathtub. Bit by bit you move closer to your window, completely naked and wet in several ways. Just as you bite your lip looking at his strong arms, he looks up toward your window.

Squealing like a wounded animal, you crouch down with very annoyed shit shit shit spitting from your mouth. Even worse thing is...

You have a feeling you know him?

[davinawritings]

Monster stalker that wants his scent on you so bad that he cums in your hair products.

He knows you always use leave in conditioner after your shower so obviously that is his main target. It is already a thick, white, and creamy consistency anyway.

He waits outside your home until he sees you leave before he breaks in. He dumps half of the product down the sink, making sure no trace is left behind.

He spends hours just cumming over and over again into the bottle. He mixes it up well so you don’t notice. Your human nose can only smell the scent of the synthetic fragrance.

His scent may not be noticeable to humans but other monsters will be able to smell his claim on you.

He only needs to keep the other monsters away a little longer. He has almost finished renovating his house, making everything perfect for his little human. Once that’s done he’ll be able to take you and claim you as his own. Then he can fill your cunt with his cum and truly claim you.

Until then, this will have to do.

❤️🖤💕💕🖤❤️

[monster-disaster]

[minotaurs] Baran & Harfan

[sneak peek] minotaurs!Baran & Harfan x human!Reader Good to know: mention of a difficult divorce, Reader is the older one, smut

Summary: The movers you hired help you in more than one way.

“I- I’m fine, really,” you stammer, though the trembling of your insides tells you otherwise.

“Fine?” the minotaur asks back. “I don’t think ‘fine’ is good enough. I see the way you look at me. At us.” His chest presses more firmly against your back. The warmth of his body sends a thrill through you.

"Harfan..." you breathe out, still trying to keep your composure.

"When was the last time, Y/N?" Harfan’s voice is soft, but it drips with intent.

Your skin burns, heat creeping up your neck as you stare out the window, refusing to meet his gaze. You can feel his breath fanning over the curve of your neck. The tension in the room thickens with each passing second.

“Hm.” You clear your throat, trying to sound nonchalant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie, hoping your words are convincing.

The male chuckles behind you, the sound deep and rumbling. It vibrates through your spine where his chest is pressed against your back. “Maybe I should be more blunt, then."

Before you can process his words, Baran’s voice cuts through the air, startling you. "Harfan enjoys playing too much to say things as they are," he teases, his tone rich with amusement.

You flinch, a gasp almost escaping your lips, but Harfan’s large hands clamp down on your hips, turning you around in a swift, effortless motion. His strength is undeniable, making you feel small and breathless in his grasp as you face Baran.

“He only says that because he has no filter,” Harfan jokes, still standing behind you. His palm burns you through the thin fabric of your shirt.

The other minotaur shrugs as he takes a slow step toward you, his eyes locked onto yours the whole time as he approaches. His expression darkens with purpose. “And I don’t have patience for lies either,��� he says, his voice low and firm. "So tell us, Y/N," he continues, his towering form now inches away from you. "When was the last time your husband fucked you?"

The crude bluntness of his words sends a shock through you. Your breath hitches, and your mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. You are too stunned, too overwhelmed by the intensity of the whole situation.

“When was the last time he made you cum so hard you couldn’t stand up?” he presses stubbornly. “When was the last time you felt his cock in you the next day, aching and sore?”

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