Page 45 of Wrangled By the Minotaur
He withdraws his fingers slowly, and positions himself above me, one hand braced beside my head while the other guides his massive cock to my entrance. But instead of pushing in immediately, he rubs the broad head through my slick slit, coating himself in my wetness while the tip bumps against my swollen clit with each pass.
“Look how small you are,” he murmurs, pressing his cock against my stomach, demonstrating exactly how deep he’ll reach inside me. The thick shaft extends well past my navel, and the visual makes me whimper with a mixture of fear and desperate need.
“Look how much of me you’re going to take,” he continues, sliding the head back down to press against my opening. “All of it, little bee. Every thick inch.”
The first push is overwhelming, my body stretching impossibly wide to accommodate just the head of his cock. I cry out, my hands flying to grip his horns as he works himself into me with careful, relentless pressure.
“Breathe,” he orders when I tense up. “Relax and let me in.”
Inch by inch, he drives deeper, my virgin walls stretched to their limit as he claims what’s never been touched. The burn is intense, a stretching sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, but underneath it is a satisfaction so deep it makes me dizzy from the knowledge that I’m taking him, that my body is accepting his massive size.
“So… fucking…tight,” he groans, his voice strained with the effort of going slow. “Your little pussy is strangling my cock. Gripping me like a fist.”
When he’s halfway in, he pauses, letting me adjust to the incredible fullness. I can feel every ridge and vein of his cock, the way my walls grip him desperately, trying to accommodate his size.
“More,” I gasp, surprising us both. “I want all of you.”
He pushes deeper and my hands grip his massive shoulders as he works the rest of his length into me, my body opening for him like it was made for this purpose. The stretch is almost unbearable, but the fullness is incredible.
“There,” he says with satisfaction when he’s finally seated to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against my ass. “All mine now.”
He holds still for a long moment, letting me adjust to being completely filled, and I can feel his cock twitching inside me, eager to move.
“You took all of me,” he says with wonder. “Every inch. Such a good girl.”
He starts to move then, slow withdrawals that make me feel empty and desperate, followed by deep, claiming thrusts that fill me completely again. Each movement sends waves of sensation through me, pleasure mixed with the overwhelming awareness of his size, his strength, his complete possession of my body.
“Mine,” he growls, his control starting to slip as I clench around him. “My woman.”
“Yours,” I agree breathlessly, my hips rising to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts.
That seems to break something in him. His movements become more demanding, more forceful, each thrust moving my entire body up the bed. The careful restraint he’s been showing cracks as his possessive instincts take over.
“Going to claim this tight pussy,” he growls, his voice becoming more animalistic. “Make it mine forever.”
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he drives into me with increasing force. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, wet slaps of skin against skin as he sets a relentless pace, pounding into me with deep, claiming strokes that have me crying out with each impact. The bed frame creaks under the force of his thrusts, and I can feel my breasts bouncing with each powerful drive of his hips.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight around my cock,” he groans. “Gripping me like you never want to let go.”
“I don’t,” I gasp, my nails raking down his furred chest. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He suddenly pulls out completely, leaving me empty and gasping, before slamming back to the hilt in one powerful thrust. The sudden fullness after that devastating emptiness makes me scream with pleasure, my body arching beneath him.
“You like that?” he snarls, doing it again, withdrawing until just the tip remains before plunging deep. “Like feeling empty then full again?”
“Yes,” I sob, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. “Yes, please…”
He creates a rhythm, pulling out almost completely before driving back in with a force that rocks the entire bed. Each withdrawal leaves me desperate and aching, and each return thrust fills me so completely I see stars.
“I’ll fill you as much as you want,” he promises, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate. “I’ll fuck you every day. Mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”
The relentless pounding continues, his massive cock stretching me with each powerful thrust. My body adjusts to his size, opening for him more easily, but the intensity never lessens.
“Such a good little virgin,” he pants. “Taking my cock so well. Made for this, weren’t you? Made to be fucked by a bull.”
His words send me spiraling toward climax, my body tightening around him as pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. When I finally come, it’s with a scream that echoes off the bedroom walls, my pussy clenching and milking his massive cock as waves of pleasure crash over me.
The sensation of my walls gripping him triggers his own release. He buries himself with a roar that’s purely animal, his cock swelling even thicker before erupting inside me. The first pulse of his cum is so forceful I can feel it, followed by wave after wave of hot, thick seed that fills me beyond capacity.
