Meeting the Minotaurs – 2 [❤️❤️❤️]

How is this guy captain?

You purred when he threw you down, and he didn’t even notice the noises fade away. Or maybe he’s so overcome with lust he’s lost parts of himself. That thought sends shivers running across your entire body, making the fatter parts of you quiver in delight. A penis slides out of its sheath, and Titanium grabs you by the horns and shoves his crotch in your face. The musk overpowers you and your body warms up, your entire being buzzing with excitement.

You don’t care it’s your first time with a guy.

His DESIRE fills you, and you’re eager for more. You take the entire length down your throat as he pulls your head closer. Your throat massages it perfectly, muscles imitating the pussy he desires so much. Your tongue curls around the member inside your mouth, coiling around it constantly, squeezing the musk out of it.

Finally, the first few droplets of pre slide down your throat, and you feel the DESIRE within. He pulls out roughly, but you pull your mouth along it, trying to suck a few more drops of that delicious pre. He pushes you over so that you land on your back. He leans forwards and massages your chest with his hands, spreading your sweat all over your breasts.

“As much as I’d like to fuck your slutty mouth between your udders ̶ “

He pinches your nipples, and you squeal in happiness as the milk squirts out.You lap your own milk with your obscenely long tongue, the aphrodisiac sets your cunt ablaze with hunger.

“I think I’ll skip to the main course.”

He flips you over and in one swift motion, enters you. Your eyes roll back as you feel FULL for the first time, as your Hunger is sated. With each thrust, his length collides with your insides, and you did your hardest to squeeze it like a vice.

Your tongue lolled out and wrapped itself around your left breast, squeezing more and more milk onto itself, causing a flood of more and more femcum to spray out of your slit with each thrust.

“HARDER”

You order and Titanium obliges, becoming further lost in lust. He grabs your squishy left ass cheek, each grope sending shivers of excitement up your spine. His thrusts get faster and faster and your cunt tries to pull him in further and further. His thrusts start getting sloppy and you start panting, feeling the mother of all orgasms coming.

Ha, coming.

You grab your right teat and twist to push you over the edge, screaming in ecstasy as your erect nipples cover the cot in what feels like liters of milk. Nobody twists your teats but you. Your orgasm clenches Titanium’s penis, causing the mad ‘taur to unleash his load deep inside you. His load fills you with DESIRE, with power, and your womb distends slightly from the amount of baby batter in you.

The semen is the sweetest thing you’ve ever ‘tasted’, like the best chocolate ice cream combined with a cinnamon bun that settles neatly in your stomach.

Titanium collapses.

“Come on, man, really?” You pout. “That was just round 1!”

Then again, this guy was kind of an asshole. What better way to repay than to fuck him up the asshole? Better yet, make him like it? It’s not gay if the balls touch, and even with a penis, you have no balls.

An evil grin grows on your face.

He did follow your orders when you asked him to fuck you harder. And the Devil did say you had an unbelievably high charisma. You turn him face up and will him into waking up, filling him with a bit of energy. He opens his eyes instantly.

“Wha ̶ “

“Sh. Look me in the eyes.”

He obeys unconditionally. You smirk as you feel the pull of energy of your hypnotism at work.

”You…are a beautiful cow.” You say with conviction. “And you know it. You love it. You are a cow with calf-bearing hips and beautiful udders, bountiful in milk. But what you love most of all is having sex. Sex with cows, sex with bulls. Sex with me. You love rubbing your clit against that of a passionate cow’s. You love having a hot rod of bull dick thrust into you. You love being filled with baby batter, being pleasured, being a sexual subordinate, being a cum dumpster, every hour of every day. You love giving birth to calves, and you don’t even care if those claves end up fucking you when they’re big and strong. You love sex.”

As you say those words, you felt a drain on your magic and swirls appeared in his eyes. But then, his body changed, pectorals turning into bountiful tits, waist widening, dick shrinking into a clitoris. Her features softened until a lusty cow stared back at me, biting her lips.

“Unexpected…”

You could feel her DESIRE. Your cock erupted out of your loins in a spray of cum, both yours and hers.

“But not unwelcome.” You moan.

A minor orgasm shoots a little bit of cum on her face as you stand over her, nipples leaking.

”What do you want, Tit-anium?” You purr.

“Please…” She sent her arms sensually down her massive tits into her pussy, before spreading it apart with two fingers. “I want to have your children. Please, fuck me.”

No more needed to be said.

You thrust deep inside her, reveling in her slick walls. Thrust after thrust, her DESIRE grew. You groped one of your breasts in one hand, one of hers in the others, squeezing each sending spurts of milk in random directions as your free tits danced wildly in your thrusts.

You could have kept going, forcing her to cum and cum, her cunt growing ever tighter around your dick, but you were satisfied with your energy.

There was a lot more DESIRE than you thought there’d be.

Finally, you bottomed out and screamed.

“CUM, RIGHT NOW!”

She obeyed one final time, clenching your mast, milking every bit of cum you could give her. Turns out, it was a lot.

You just kept cumming, each spurt bringing in an orgasm from Titanium, squeezing your cock more, stuck in a loop of ejaculate. Her womb distended and swelled, filled to the brim with your spunk, until she looked like she was a minute away from labor. You pull out, satisfied as your cock returns whence it came, like an almighty dragon summoned to a battlefield. You watch your handiwork as Titanium fall into unconsciousness once more.

You could use a smoke.

You don’t even smoke, but you need something to go with your overwhelming sense of pride at having completely filled Titanium’s fertile uterus. Though you did wonder… You could create minions by giving birth, does that mean others can give birth to your minions? Maybe not without conscious effort.

“Let’s see…I will you to be born!”

More lust energy was sapped, but still not much compared to your still rising stores. Strange. You suppose it’s because you’re twisting Titanium’s DESIRE, cultivating it. Oddly enough you feel something pulse at your soul A brief spike of alarm and you focus your soul sense.

A piece of your soul is flickering away. Your first instinct is to grab it an stuff it back in your body, but you stop. It’s such a tiny little thing. Coated in the shadows of sweet little memories that you still have. When you focus more, you note these little soul shadows flicker off of Titanium, too.

The shadow from the light of a soul? The smoke from soul’s fire?

Eeeh, whatever. You let it go.

Her belly, still sloshing with cum, shifts and she shudders. She wakes up and moans sensually. Her slit quivers and a viscous liquid bursts out. Titanium began rubbing her tits together.

“It feels so gooooood.” She moans.

A head crowns and a minotaur-like creature tumbles out. A spray of femcum follows it as it exits, and Titanium screeches in pleasure. A second head crowns. And then a third. Once it is all said and done, Titanium is basking in the afterglow of her births as the bat-winged nubby-horned minotaurs walk about.

They’re very obviously male: they’ve got adult members on their tiny bodies.

You guess these are imps.

They don’t seem too intelligent, but you name them nonetheless.

Latch, Tropo, and Cloth.

Satisfied, you walk outside. Only to walk in the middle of a really gay orgy. So that’s where the extra DESIRE was coming from. Bulls are butt-fucking each other with reckless abandon

y tho

Oh right.

Pheromones.

You apparently have a very powerful control over pheromones. That explains both your charisma and your irresistibility. Ha, nah, just your charisma. And when you gave Titanium bedroom eyes, you also leaked a bunch of horniness pheromones.

Or something.

Dammit Jim, you’re a massive slut, not a biologist.

Plus the DESIRE you were getting was twisted, manipulated. Like if a rainbow came in only purple. Cool, but not complete. None of them are gay. Just very, very, VERY horny.

An idea occurs.

As fun as it would be to leave Titanium as the only town bike, she would only give birth to a few kids in her lifetime.

So the solution…

“STOP!”

They all stop mid-thrust or suck. Or jump, considering the really flexible duo over there.

“Half of you turn around, and cover your ears.”

The bulls obey, with some confusion.  There’s a lot of looking around and counting.

When half of the population is looking away, you prepare to use the most power you’ve ever used to hopefully give you far more energy than you would have initially received.

Gotta spend DESIRE to make DESIRE.

“Look into my eyes. You are cows; beautiful, young, fertile cows. You still love the tight pussies of cows, you still love pleasuring cunts, you still appreciate the female form. You also love the proud cocks of bulls, you love being filled, being pleasured.” You stumble as the magic takes hold and turns a hundred bulls into beautiful minotauresses.

Old minotaurs past their prime grow younger and fuller.

Muscles soften and curve.

You could already feel the DESIRE return, in small trickles at first, but steadily growing larger as they look over each other.

Butt hey, you’re egalitarian.

“Now please turn the bulls around to face me. And make them listen to me.”

The cows turn the bulls around and mimed taking their hands of their ears.

“Cows, turn around and cover your ears.”

They obey.

“Bulls, you now appreciate the male form. You enjoy the tight passage of another male, you love feeling a length probe your prostate. You love filling and being filled by males, just as much as you love pleasuring females, filling cows with your rigid lengths.”

There we go.

Bisexuality for everyone.

“Now all of you…”

You pose like a hot, red-skinned, big-breasted minotauress Lelouche Vi Britannia.

“Fuck.”

Now this was better. You didn’t exert as much ‘influence’ as before, so they should have a choice…But look at them go. Cows pranced on bulls, and bulls dominated cows. The piles of minotaurs pleasuring each other with every possible part of their bodies turned you on again. Your slit winked a few times as a cascade of sexual fluids ran down your wide thighs. You spot a lone minotauress left out of all the action. You smirk, and almost as if they read your intent, your imp sons jump over to her.

They’re upon her like…

Well, one can’t aptly describe imps doing their thing with a metaphor.

One perched himself onto her ass, grabbing the mounds of flesh for dear life as he plunged his cock deep in her ass, eliciting a squeal of pleasure. The next grabbed onto her sides and went directly for her newly formed, virgin cunt. She would have screamed in ecstasy again if the third hadn’t grabbed onto her tits and began mouthfucking her between her breasts. You beckon your offspring forwards, and with a flap of their wings, they lead the cow towards you.

The closer she is, the stronger her DESIRE. You gain more and more power from the huge amounts of residual lust. As the cow stumbles over to you, you can’t help but watch with a smile as she moans in pleasure while your spawn fuck her from every hole. Latch is grabbing onto her tits for dear life, each thrust into her mouth sending jets of milk in every direction. Tropo has plenty of ass to grab, but prefers to use his tongue to lick her thighs as his rod explores her asshole. And Cloth is fucking her pussy with reckless abandon, pre and vaginal fluids flowing down her leg every time he pulls out.

Her eyes are filled with tears of joy as she finally stumbles in front of you.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

The cow nods fervently, each shake sending tremors down her entire body.

“Do you even care that you were once a bull?”

She shakes her head, bliss evident in her eyes.

“Are you enjoying my sons using you as a cumrag?”

She nods again and at your mental signal, your imps start thrusting into her harder and faster. Now that she knows you’re responsible, her DESIRE flows into you in a deluge, filling you with power. You wonder how much energy you could get if you had multiple partners filling you. You moan at the thought, your snatch hungering for more. The cow collapses in front of you, her eyes rolling back into her skull as your spawn continued fucking her into oblivion.

She lands on her side so the imps keep doing their thing, going faster and faster. Each thrust sends ripples across her meaty thighs and milk-laden tits. You can’t help but rub yourself at the sight. You stand over this cow, rubbing your clit as you groped your breast. Looking over the massive orgy before you, your tongue lolls out and gropes your other breast.

Each squeeze sends another burst of milk.

Each caress fills you with burning lust.

And all at once, you cum.

A spray of femcum splashes out of your pussy, and streams of milk fly several feet in the air. Your orgasm prompts everybody else to cum, filling the camp with groans of ecstasy.

Your imps cum into the minotauress all at once, distending her abdomen slightly. Latch pulls out of her mouth and unleashes his load all over her face and tits, covering the cow in white sludge. Once Cloth and Tropo are done, they pull out, leaving their sperm to rush out of the minotauress’ ass and pussy.

“Thank you…” She moans in her sleep.

Nice to know she enjoyed it. It fills your soul with satisfaction. You look over the camp. Most of the minotaurs are enjoying a post-coital slumber. But a few are still awake. A few more to discover something important.

You now have an accurate grasp on how much energy you get by just being on the sidelines. But in the center…

You need to know what it feels like being the center of so much DESIRE. Just under thirty minotaurs left. You sacrifice just a fraction of your now massive pool of energy. The remaining ‘taurs find themselves invigorated and raring to go. You mentally command your imps to stay out of this.

“Hey, all of you!” You point to the remaining minotaurs. “I’m ready for you.”

You wink seductively and rub your hands from your lower thighs, over your wet snatch, and around your round breasts, pausing slightly to squeeze them together, sending dribbles of milk plopping to the ground. You turn around and present your succulent rear up towards them, spreading your lower lips apart with your fingers and stare between your legs. Finally you bring your hands up to your face and lick your sticky cunt fluids off your hands.

That got their attention.

You lead them away from the piles of unconscious bovines into a clear area. You twirl around and swing your demonic tail around seductively. The cows take the initiative and rush over to you. You allow yourself to be pushed down onto your back as a cow forces her cunt onto your face. You oblige her by sending your demon tongue deep into her nethers, feeling the inside squeeze and close down on your tongue. Another cow starts licking your dripping pussy with gusto, lapping up the love juices, turning her on more and more. A bull helps her by sticking his rod deep into her own snatch, each thrust accompanied by a slap on her generous ass.

You feel her moans and gasps of pleasure on your sensitive labia as the pace picks up. Two more cows position themselves over your fingers and lean onto your ample tits, sucks interrupted by ‘hmmm’s’ and ‘aaaaah’s’ of happiness as your nimble fingers do their magic, almost by instinct alone. Two bulls take their asses in swift thrusts, the cows only stopping their drinks to taste each other’s milk.

Each orgasm they get shivers across their bodies and reverberates across your fat breasts. Your tail is busy going up the snatch of a cow giving a titjob to a bull, her moans sending prickles of delight up your tail. The cow on your face almost gets into a fight with another cow as they push each other to try and get a turn on top of you. But they settle for kissing each other, exploring each other’s mouths, mashing their tits together, sending rivulets of milk down their coats and into their pussies, which you lap up happily. The cows drinking your milk orgasm one final time before turning over and falling asleep, full from your milk.

The bulls pull out and cum over them before falling asleep by their sides, holding them tight against them. You don’t have enough time to think about that as two bulls shove their dicks into your hands and you start jacking them off. The minotauress servicing your nethers finally collapses, panting heavily as the minotaur behind her comes before he collapses onto her and embraces her. Another bull takes their place and plunges his rod deep into your cunt, making you squeal like the slut you are.

The cow your tail was writhing into cums tremendously as her bull bottoms out in her throat, filling her stomach with his seed. You pull your tail out and wrap it around another cock and start tugging at it as well. The two cows fall asleep in each other’s embrace as you push them to one more climax. A white cow with semen dripping out of her cunt, asshole, mouth, and hair, pulls them away and grins.

She and the four bulls you’re fucking are the last ones standing, the others having service the fringes of those you were fucking.  Wait a second, white cow?

“Tungsten, is that you?”

Her smile grows and walks over to you to stand over you. She straddles your abdomen and leans forwards, her hands on your breasts as her own leak with anticipation. Her lips meet yours and you exchange a passionate kiss, exploring her mouth with your tongue. You can taste how many bulls have come into her mouth.

Three.

Your snatch squeezes the dick harder at the thought.

She embraces you completely and the bull thrusting into your cunt pulls out and starts fucking the space between you two. Each movement brushes against your clits, breasts moving in tandem, and every time your nipples brushed against each other, you moan in each other’s mouths.

Her DESIRE, like the others, is directed towards you, but it’s so much more than lust. You stop kissing and a string of saliva connects your mouths. She smiles, gets up, and parks her pussy right over your mouth. Crouching down, she grabs her tits and start massaging them, drenching your body in milk. Her pussy mashes into your snout and you send your tongue deep inside her.

You taste five bulls.

Your tongue wiggles and writhes, Tungsten mimicking it as it sends into orgasm after orgasm, throes of pleasure rushing through her body. You know she orgasms then because her cunt clamps down on your tongue, and huge bursts of milk land on your body.

You feel the bulls are close.

You want to be covered in semen.

Absolutely drenched.

You’ve manipulated bodies before, maybe you can do it again? Pulling at your magic, you make all of the bulls’ testicles temporarily bigger.

And you wanted dicks in every part of you, so you magic’d up a dick for Tungsten. Her clitoris grew until it was a little over a foot long, and a pair of testes the size of tennis balls followed, hiding her upper vagina from view. She looks down in surprise, but sees your smiling eyes and purrs.

She gets on all fours, sticking her dick in your mouth.

No gag reflex.

No need for air.

The cock travels down your throat, and every time you swallow, Tungsten shivers in delight. And then she shoves her rod down, all at once. Your tongue wraps itself around her dick before making its way up the her snatch.

Every thrust is reciprocated by a lap at her own pussy.

You both moan at the same time as her pace accelerates.

The bulls watching her fat ass jiggle with each thrust start following her lead. You’re being so thoroughly fucked that your entire body ripples from the dicking in both your mouth and your pussy, sending your breasts bouncing in every direction, spraying milk like a hose constantly.

You feel it coming.

The bull your tail is pleasuring comes first, sending a jet of sperm onto your abdomen and thighs. The bulls you’re jacking off finish next, covering your red breasts in white spunk.

The next to go is the one in your snatch, as he leans forwards and gives a final thrust that makes you scream in pleasure. Your womb is absolutely filled, distended from the amount of cum.  You look like someone shoved a watermelon up your snatch.

Note to self: Shove watermelon up your snatch. Just to see if you can.

Finally, Tungsten pulls out and tugs her massive cock a few times, squeezing her breasts all the while, to unleash her load in your face.

How sweet, she knew you wanted a facial. You could already feel your skin absorbing all of that jizz. All of the bulls, exhausted, fell asleep. And she was still standing. Spunk hangs from your horns and mats your hair as you lick the delicious stuff off your lips.

Final round, Fuck!

You get up and give Tungsten a second dick, albeit temporary.

She raises an eyebrow, but you flap your wings until you’re flying just over her two cocks. Tungsten smiles and catches your arms as you descend onto her dicks. In one swift motion, you impale yourself on her, your own distended stomach pushing against her. Your cunt is filled with cock and sperm, but you’re so tight none of its escaping. Your asshole pulls at her second length, unfettered by the fact that she took your anal virginity.

Your cum-splattered tits bounced atop hers with every one of her thrusts. Both of you are so turned on, milk is incessantly spurting out in every direction. You kissed one another again, exchanging her own precum as your tongues danced with one another. Your tail wrapped around her thick ass, squeezing you two closer. After a few more thrusts, you both accelerate, milk and cum trailing down your bodies.

Until.

Finally.

She finishes.

You both scream in ecstasy, her load filling you more than the other minotaur had.Your uterus stretches to thrice what it was before. She collapses and hugs you.

Her second dick dematerializes, but your snatch is still plugged.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You find yourself saying.

At that, she smiles and falls asleep. The haze of lust finally lifts and you start to think. Why did you say that? She doesn’t even know your name! Sure, she was nice and all. And you do care about how she tried to protect you. Maybe with soul-sight, you can already find which souls are compatible?

And you wouldn’t mind spending a lot of time with her. Love is really fucking complicated when you’re a demon with blessing. You stand up, tracing your finger across your massive stomach.

You could feel the spunk being ‘digested’.

You have more than enough energy.

But…

You look over the camp, unconscious minotaurs everywhere. Sexual fluids covering the ground. The mountains and surrounding lands may be barren, but these minotaurs sure aren’t.

Sure you can abandon the village, but that would leave a sick taste in your mouth. Or your soul, because apparently semen and femcum tastes like ambrosia and nectar to your demon body.  What if you helped these guys out as an apology for messing around with your newfound powers? It’s better for them, but you didn’t have any real control over your pheromones until the very end.

So, you accidentally mind-controlled them into butt-fucking each other. And semi-intentionally made them form an orgy. The angel did say you could perform minor miracles, right? How about you make sure they aren’t so desperate any more.

“ …First thing we need is water. These mountains are quite high, so there should be a reservoir from a glacier nearby.”

You feel a twist in your gut.

Hmmm.

Why do you feel like blowing up that very specific rock? Fuck it, you can’t really screw up by blowing it up. You imagine a ball of malefic energy in your hand. It pulls at your energy and a crackling black ball of fire appears. You aim at the rock and will it to fire. You thought magic would be harder than this, but it’s mostly about figuring out what you can and can’t do. Apparently balls of dark energy are A-OK in the demonic spell arsenal.

Hooray for stereotypes.

Oh yeah, the rock blew up a few seconds ago.

Sure enough, that’s the entrance to a huge underwater lake. You look down into the water. You seem to digest semen really fast, because you’re already back down to normal size. According to your reflection in the water, you’re still hot. You exit the cave and look around the camp. Needs more green.

So miracles?

How do they do?

Sure, you followed your gut for water, which could be counted as an act of faith. Maybe you knew where the water was because of unconscious cues.

But what if…

You put your hand on the ground and believed. Believed in fertility, believed the ground was full of life. Your body felt nauseous, but a part of you felt really good. Your sizable pool of energy drains quickly. The sexual fluids were absorbed by the earth and sprigs of grass began to sprout.

It seems demonic and holy powers drew energy from the same pool, although they felt different. Soon, your reserves were half what they were originally, but the entire camp and a large part of the mountain was filled with lush greenery. As much as you’d like to stay here, they may not be so happy when they wake up.

You practically mind-controlled them, and even if you were caught up in it yourself, it was no excuse.

You search the camp for a map and writing utensils.

“Eugh, quills and ink.”

You shrug and look over the map you found in the biggest tent. Apparently there were grasslands a few miles north, with a couple villages. You walk over to Tungsten and smile at her benign expression. You sit by her side and caress her as you write your apologies, vague explanations, and a promise to eventually return. You finish off with your name.

You know that she may have been high off of pheromones, but damn. Sex with her was awesome, not to mention her DESIRE. And she was a pretty awesome gal. You understand that she’d probably be unhappy with her new form. Hell, the only reason you’re okay with yours is because you’re desensitized to the endless stream of shenanigans life has thrown your way.

Plus, you’re not afraid of reflective surfaces anymore. You don’t remember much, but you remember that. Change is hard, even if it’s for the better, and you could only hope this new village will forgive you someday. Your snatch starts to drool once more.

Not now.

You kiss her forehead, trying to ignore the urge to mount her newly stiff cock, and as an afterthought, you whisper:

“Tungsten, I give you the blessing of charisma. You lead not because you want to, but because you need to. Use my gift to lead this village to happiness. May their smiles bring you happiness.”

You feel a bit of energy leave you as your skin prickles uncomfortably. You stand back up and will yourself back into your human base form. Calling your imps mentally, they fly over to you and perch themselves on each of your horns, and one on your shoulder. Which is sort of awkward. Their flaccid cocks slap against your ears and against your left breast.

While that does turn you on, it’s a bit cumbersome.

You have no doubt they would fuck you all at once should you order it, but you don’t think you’d get much DESIRE, if any at all.

“Can’t you guys turn into something else?”

Their forms shift for a moment before turning into three different creatures. A crow, a rat, and a spider. Despite the fact it would be funny to hide rats or spider in your vagoo to scare your next lover, you settle on crows.

Crows are hella cool.

They shift into three crows and perch themselves in the same place. You start your trek north.