Angered by his Champion's growing feelings for his newest breeding slave the Warlock banishes Agy to the Fighting Pits. Annika vows to find the father of her child... a vow that sets her on a collision course with a trio of Minotaurs. Powerful warriors who see Annika as the perfect vessel to continue their clan's bloodline. More
Angered by his Champion's growing feelings for his newest breeding slave, the Warlock banishes Agy to the Fighting Pits.
Annika vows to find the father of her child... a vow that sets her on a collision course with a trio of Minotaurs. Powerful warriors who see Annika as the perfect vessel to continue their clan's bloodline.
Please note that this 6500 word erotic story is intended for mature audiences and contains scenes of rough oral sex and a reluctant gangbang at the hands of a trio of well-endowed Minotaurs.
Bred by His Minotaurs is the third story in the "Sex Slave in the Warlock's Breeding Pits" series. It can be read as standalone erotica, however when the series is read in order it will add optional narrative elements and character continuity.
“Kneel cow,” he commanded me.
I knelt upright and licked my lips. These massive minotaur cocks would be test my oral skills and I had my doubts as to whether or not I would be up to the task.
It turned out my assumption had been incorrect. He had no interest in my mouth. Instead he pushed me between my shoulder blades, forcing me forwards onto my hands and knees. But he didn’t stop there, more pressure and my arms buckled as the top half my torso was pushed to the floor. My breasts were painfully flattened against the grimy stone as was my face. My senses were overwhelmed with the stench of blood and piss (and worse) that stained the stones.
At this angle I was forced to arch my back and bring my hips forward a little, exposing and lifting my sex. This is what the beast wanted. I felt shaggy hair tickle my back as Junior straddled me as a beast would mate with another beast.
He placed one hand on the floor and the other between my shoulder blades again. My breasts and rib cage were crushed against the ground and found it difficult to breath as he pinned me. I had to admit that I found this sort of domination exciting. There was something very primal about being held down by this kind of strength. To be helpless in the face of this kind of masculinity. Again I was betrayed by my sexual needs and I parted my legs just a little wider and arched my back so my ass was just a little higher. These small gestures of submission felt natural.
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