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size, but we can fix that."
"I--what? What
do you mean?" Baffled, she felt her skin prickle at his touch.
Worse, she could see her nipples firming in the light, the skin tight
as her heart thumped. Something about this was working her up, and
she was starting to suspect it had to do with the heady, fog inducing
wild aroma of the minotaur. It was awakening something deep inside of
her, something that yearned for the contact and submission to such a
brute specimen of male dominance.
"I mean they'll
grow once we put you to use." Dethros ran his hands down,
gripping her hips and giving them a squeeze. "These, too. Nice
and round after we fill that body of yours with my seed."
Siena froze, her
voice weak and full of disbelief. "You can't be serious!"
"Of course I
am." The monster moved in, his hard muscles brushing against her
soft skin and making her gasp. He was warm, and so large he blocked
out the light when he bent close to her face. "It's what you
were made for, after all. Can't you feel it by now?" He grabbed
her chin, forcing her head back and sniffing her neck. "Human
females are extremely weak to me. Like I said, your guild told you
nothing, it seems."
The blonde was
struggling, her body heating at the way he held her, his fur soft on
her flesh. 'This can't be real, no,' her mind was working to make
sense of this. 'I can't let him get to me, I have to fight!'
The minotaur rolled
large fingers down to one of her breasts, tracing circles near the
top of the mound.
As he drew closer to
her nipple, she unconsciously started to rock her hips. She didn't
realize she was doing it until he laughed, bringing her some clarity
and making her flush in shame.
"See?"
Dethros smirked, and he toyed with both of her pert breasts almost
absently. Still, he avoided her firm rosebuds, making her flinch and
squirm. "You're not special. My pheromones are irresistible,
little one."
Gently,
he brushed the tips of her chest, and Siena found herself arching
forward with a groan. A spike of arousal shot down, making her pussy
throb almost painfully. 'Oh god, what am I doing?'
"I--what? What
do you mean?" Baffled, she felt her skin prickle at his touch.
Worse, she could see her nipples firming in the light, the skin tight
as her heart thumped. Something about this was working her up, and
she was starting to suspect it had to do with the heady, fog inducing
wild aroma of the minotaur. It was awakening something deep inside of
her, something that yearned for the contact and submission to such a
brute specimen of male dominance.
"I mean they'll
grow once we put you to use." Dethros ran his hands down,
gripping her hips and giving them a squeeze. "These, too. Nice
and round after we fill that body of yours with my seed."
Siena froze, her
voice weak and full of disbelief. "You can't be serious!"
"Of course I
am." The monster moved in, his hard muscles brushing against her
soft skin and making her gasp. He was warm, and so large he blocked
out the light when he bent close to her face. "It's what you
were made for, after all. Can't you feel it by now?" He grabbed
her chin, forcing her head back and sniffing her neck. "Human
females are extremely weak to me. Like I said, your guild told you
nothing, it seems."
The blonde was
struggling, her body heating at the way he held her, his fur soft on
her flesh. 'This can't be real, no,' her mind was working to make
sense of this. 'I can't let him get to me, I have to fight!'
The minotaur rolled
large fingers down to one of her breasts, tracing circles near the
top of the mound.
As he drew closer to
her nipple, she unconsciously started to rock her hips. She didn't
realize she was doing it until he laughed, bringing her some clarity
and making her flush in shame.
"See?"
Dethros smirked, and he toyed with both of her pert breasts almost
absently. Still, he avoided her firm rosebuds, making her flinch and
squirm. "You're not special. My pheromones are irresistible,
little one."
Gently,
he brushed the tips of her chest, and Siena found herself arching
forward with a groan. A spike of arousal shot down, making her pussy
throb almost painfully. 'Oh god, what am I doing?'
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