Page 36 of Her Possessive Minotaurs

Thalos holds his monstrous cock, my heart thumping in my chest. Can I take him all in? He’s going to rip me apart! His cock is curving at the edge and thick. Slowly, he enters my pussy, almost like he’s splitting my cunt open.

“Fuck…” I close my eyes, feeling his cock entering. My pussy contracts so well as I try to squeeze him dry. “Yes, baby. Do it.” I bite my lips. It’s so tight, but that’s merely because of his size. It feels so good; my pussy’s so wet it drips onto the fur. I stare at the place where his body connects with mine.

Thalos grabs my chin and orders, “Look at me, Laia. Stare at the person who is fucking you!”

Our gazes lock, and I can’t turn away. His hips move faster and faster, pistoning inside me like he’s some kind of sex machine. The bed creaks as he bangs me like there’s notomorrow. I let out a scream of pleasure as I grabbed onto the thick furry bedding.

“Yes, yes, yes!” My back arches as stars explode at the back of my head. I squirt all my juices, and it hits him dead center on the nose as I come. Shivering, my eyes roll back.

“That was out of this world,” I whisper as I pant, looking at him with wide eyes. Thalos licks my cum dripping on his face.

“You don’t think it’s over, right?” Thalos questions, his eyes dark with desire. “We’re just starting, Laia.”

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THALOS

The night is still, save for the soft crackle of the fire outside the minotaur lair. My sleep is light, as always, my instincts honed by years of battle. But something—an unfamiliar scent on the wind, a distant murmur—pulls me awake.

Then, I turn to Laia by my side. She’s stirring, her eyes opening slightly. “Thalos? Why are you up already?”

She’s naked beside me, the memories of our lovemaking still fresh in my head. It was magic. The most beautiful thing that occurred in my existence.

Suddenly, footsteps interrupt us. Irix comes into my cave, his eyes drifting to Laia for a second before he turns to me.

“Get up, Thalos.” Irix is ready, his broad frame tense, eyes glowing in the dim light of the lair. “Orcs.”

I’m up in an instant, heart pounding as I grab my axe. The air hums with the scent of smoke. Stepping outside, my gaze hardens. The forest is alight, the distant roar of flames licking at the night sky.

Irix stands beside me, his grip tight on his weapon. “They’re close,” he mutters.

“Kael,” I call out sharply. He emerges from the shadows, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight before us. Laia follows close behind him, her face pale but resolute.

“We need to move,” Kael says, his voice calm despite the tension crackling in the air.

“Stay with her,” I order, my gaze locking onto Laia’s. She nods, clutching a dagger tight against her chest.

We move as one unit. The heat from the approaching flames grows more intense with each step. The scent of burning wood and orcish stench fills my nostrils.

“I’ll take point,” Irix says, already moving ahead.

“Stay close,” I warn Kael and Laia as we follow Irix through the dense underbrush.

The glow of the fire reveals figures moving through the trees—orcish raiders, their crude weapons glinting in the flickering light. They’re setting fire to everything in their path.

I raise my axe and signal to Irix and Kael. We spread out, flanking our enemies with practiced precision. The first orc charges at me with a guttural roar. I sidestep and swing my axe in a wide arc, cleaving through its armor and flesh with ease.

Chaos erupts around us as we engage the orcs in battle. Each strike of my axe feels like a hammer blow against an anvil. Beside me, Irix fights with wild ferocity, his movements a blur of muscle and steel.

Kael remains close to Laia, protecting her from any orcs that break through our line. She’s fighting too—quick and agile—but it’s clear she’s not used to this kind of chaos.

“Keep moving!” I shout over the din of battle.

We push forward through the flames and smoke...

“Why are the orcs attacking?” Laia, her hair disheveled and eyes wide with confusion, asks with a voice that is barely audible over the rising chaos, “Why are the orcs attacking?”

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